Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 75: Kauai III
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 75: Kauai III - 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 Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control Romantic Slavery Farming Historical Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Body Swap Paranormal Magic FemaleDom Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Size Small Breasts Smoking Prostitution
We three shared the large walk-in shower before getting in the tub. Rachel asked, “Are you a college student?”
“No, I’m a businessman. I own a company called Cooper-Howard. We make pipes and pipe tobacco.”
I asked Rachel, “Are you an Optometrist too?”
I was goofing around, saying ‘Optometrist’ rather than ‘Obstetrician’.
Rachel said, “No. I’m going to be an Obstetrician like Cait. I want to be a doctor who delivers babies and takes care of new mothers and their special needs.”
When we got out, the two women looked at my cock.
Rachael asked, “Does that thing ever go down?”
I said, “Is it supposed to when I have two great-looking ladies here who are naked and with me? I am feeling quite honored.”
Cait chuckled, “Good point, good point. I, for one, feel as if I have been well reamed out. I can’t go on.” She looked at Rachel and raised her eyebrows inquiringly.
Rachel said, “Don’t look at me, my poor pussy is pooped, too. Hannah?”
Cait said, “An excellent idea.”
Rachel asked, “Are you prejudiced?”
I said, “Huh? I like a good wine over gutter water.”
Rachel said, “No, silly, about race?” This question was being asked in the 1980s. I do have a mild Southern accent, so her question is understandable. By the year 2058, when I moved to Earth 19, things had become much more homogeneous.
I said, “Actually, I have been with girls of many races, so no, I’m not prejudiced at all.”
Rachel said, “I only asked because Hannah is black. I don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
I said, “OK, so call her.”
We sipped our freshened cocktails as we waited for Hannah to arrive.
Cait answered the door and let Hannah in. Hannah was wearing a Hawaiian mu-mu. She looked at the three of us sitting on towels on the couch. She looked right at my semi-firm cock.
I had one hand on Cait’s tit and one on Rachel’s tit.
She said, “You could have warned me, Rach. Shit, he’s a real stud.”
Rachel said, “And miss the look on your face when you saw that thing? Not a chance. He has bored us out two sizes larger with that baseball bat. We need relief.”
Hannah said, “He fucked both of you and needs more? This is some kinky shit. I’ve had dildo’s up my twat, but not a man. Not yet, anyway.”
Cait said, “You will never find one better than this one. He’s built like Adonis and hung like a pony. Do you want your first time to be with a cock, or a pee-pee?”
Hannah said, “I’m not on birth control.”
Rachel said, “Your period ended four days ago; it’s your safe time.”
Hannah said, “Slut, I was talking myself out of it. That thing looks too big.”
Cait and Rachel both shook their heads no.
Cait said, “If you pass this up, we will call Brenda... ‘ Hannah said, “Fuck that. Leave that whore out of this and away from me.”
She slid her sandals off and pulled the mu-mu off over her head.
I said, “Holy Shit!”
Hannah is awesome. She is tall, maybe 5 feet 8 or so. Her skin is a shade of light brown sugar. Her complexion is very nice all over.
Her best features are her tits. She is at least a D; they come out, dip down about an inch, then taper up again. Wow! She has wide dark areolas and what looks to be well-chewed on fat nipples. She has a shaved pussy. That’s an oddity for this time and place. Her pudenda is plump and inviting.
Hannah must weigh at least 160 pounds, but she looks very pulchritudinous. She’s luscious and stacked like a brick shit-house. I stood and walked towards her, “Would you like a cocktail, a glass of wine, or a wine cooler? Cait and Rachel like wine coolers.”
She looked down at my cock pointing right up at her. She mumbled, “A wine cooler? That sounds nice.”
Cait got up to make it as I slowly approached Hannah. I put my hand out to her, and she reached for my hand. She muddled on contact.
Ox said, “Sorry, we had to muddle her. Hannah’s heart is pounding, and she’s frightened of your cock. We decided to calm her.”
I slid into her body and hugged her to me. I touched her lips gently. They are soft, and she slowly begins to respond. We stood and kissed. I started to move my hands around her body, pulling her by her ass so she was pressed up against my rampant cock.
I hefted her left tit in my hand. It’s warm and feels solid to me. She whispered, “Harder, I like it rougher.”
Rachel added, “She really does.”
I licked each tit. I knew that Ox could give me feedback from that. The Exos would sink into her skin, and his AI would pick up her responses.
I suckled each nipple aggressively.
“Yesss...”
Ox said, “A little harder.”
I soaked my pointer and middle finger and ran that across her labia. Ox gave me a view of her slit. It had swelled slightly and was opening like a flower. Her inner lips are just starting to show.
I walked her to the bed, and she walked like an automaton. I pushed her until the back of her knees were against the bed. A gentle push, and she sat. I pushed her chest gently, so she lay back.
I knelt on the floor and got between Hannah’s legs and pulled them apart. I stiffened my tongue and slid it into her slowly. I reached my two hands up and grabbed her big tits. I began to massage them assertively as I attacked her tasty cunt. I did my usual by rubbing my damp nose across her clit while searching for her G-spot. A few minutes of that had Hannah panting hard. Ox said, “Pinch her nipples.”
My hands were still working on her tits. So I just grabbed each fat jelly-bean nipple and twisted it like it’s a dial. Pinching felt wrong to me. I did it firmer and firmer.
Ox said, “That’s the right level.”
She screamed “EEEEeeeeee ... OOHH OH, OOOOHHHhhhh honeeey, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!”
I slowed to a stop, I got up, and looked down at her. Hannah has a fine sheen of sweat across her skin. I grabbed her feet and slid her sideways onto the bed. I got between her legs and got myself positioned. I looked in her eyes as I slowly slid myself in.
Ox had done me right. He had removed any stubble I might have felt from her outer lips. Her very fat cunt is so soft and welcoming. I could fuck this cunt all day and all night. I thought back to Pilar and Neus’s pussies. They are tight, which makes me come quicker. Gabriela’s pussy was better. It had some cushion. I was moving back and forth through her hot, buttery pussy.
THIS is a beefy, muscular feeling pussy. Her lubrication seems to excite my cocks nerve endings better. I began to push at her cunt harder and harder. Her cunt rippled, which triggered me. I poured the coal to her, fucking her harder and harder. She could take a good pounding and encouraged me to do it harder and harder by pressing her heels to my ass.
She bawled, “Sweet Jesus, Fuck me hard, Just - like - that!”
I screamed, “ARRRGGgggggg...” as I jammed myself into her vulva as hard as I could. I was shaking from the effort and the endorphins flooding through me.
That shaking may have done it for her.
“Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, UNH - UNNNHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh ... oh fuck me to hell and back!”
I hope she was done, I was ... finally. I flopped over next to her. he leaned over me, and she kissed me wantonly for a long time.
Rachel remarked, “Uh-oh, Bill may have converted her to the other side.”
There were chuckles all around.
The three ladies spent the next three days with me. I wined and dined them constantly, and they rarely left my room except to eat out. We fucked and sucked constantly. I think I converted Cait from being bisexual to heterosexual. The other two were Bi by the time we were done with one another.
I was sad when they flew back to Boston, where they are all in school. They had to return in time to complete the rest of this semester. I wined and dined them every night, letting them pick the restaurants and lounges. Their last night, I took them to a top seafood joint and treated them well. We said our goodbyes at their door before they went in.
I had made a few decisions. One was that I wanted a permanent place here on Kauai. The other reason was that I wanted a car here for my convenience. I had spent a fortune on cabs, not that it mattered. I did grow tired of waiting for cabs to pick me up. Cabs are a limited resource on a small tourist island.
I went to the airport and rented a car there. I wanted to avoid running into Willow. For her, it had been a year; for me, it was just over a month, and it still hurt me how she ghosted me. It was the first time I had ever been ghosted. I knew she was too sensitive to deal with me, but it still hurt.
Even when I was growing up in the States and dated, no girl had ever done that. They were known to do that at the drop of a hat in 2058, before I emigrated to Earth 19.
I bought a Jeep CJ-7 Laredo. It was part of the lineup at the local AMC dealership. Many people lived on dirt roads here, so Jeeps are popular. I had no idea what AMC was and didn’t much care. They were the company that had bought the Jeep company and name.
The Laredo model featured a fiberglass or plastic top bolted on. It sat two people in the front bucket seats. It had a two-passenger bench seat in the back. That seat is between the rear wheels. The very back has a window that opens with a small cargo area.
The Jeep I chose has a light tan bottom and medium brown top. The engine is a 2.5-liter 4-cylinder with a three-speed automatic transmission. It has less than 100 horsepower, so it’s hardly peppy. On Kauai, that’s not a bad thing. The speed limits here are low because of the island’s size. The highest speed limit I had seen was 40 mph, on State Road 56 north of Lihue. There are no interstates here. There is one ring road that circles part of the island’s eastern side. Much of the western side has no road access. Talk about your laid-back, primitive area.
It took an entire day to buy the Jeep. The dealership would let me drive it off without insurance. The permanent tag was an issue because I don’t have a permanent address here. Then there was the bank issue. Ox opened a bank account for me here on the island.
I was not even getting my car that day; I needed to get a cashier’s check from my new bank, and it was close to the end of the day. In Florida, I could walk in and pay with one of my Dad’s heavy-duty bank cards. I would add it to his insurance and drive away with the plates already installed. Ya, that was NOT happening in Hawaii, which moves at a glacial pace when it comes to government things.
The plan was for me to get my Jeep the next day and pay for the plates at the DMV in person.
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