Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 14: Fourth Time’s A Big Surprise
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 14: Fourth Time’s A Big Surprise - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
‘Jesees - H!’
I was half asleep when Windy got me up and took me for a walk. I stumbled along with her until I saw Mara lying in her bed, legs apart in invitation.
I slid in and lay next to Mara. Poor girl had to work me up so I could perform yet again! I had been going at it for hours between Marcy, Breeze, and Windy. There may be a few drops of juice left in my juice box, but my body felt too pooped to pop.
I eventually got hard again, and Mara took the initiative and climbed on top of me. I cupped her small titties as she ground herself on my pelvis. I ran the palms of my hands very, very lightly over her nipples. That was the exact right thing to do. Already wet and tight, she got tighter and bawled out as she climaxed.
“Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... oh fucking FUCK me, Mace!” she whined.
I gave her all I had, but I knew it was unneeded. My hand had slid down her tummy, and I knew she had a zygote looking to attach itself to her womb wall.
I must have some magic to know that.
Windy had stayed there. She had sat on a chair and watched Mara take me to task. Windy escorted me to her bedroom, and I felt like a zombie as she laid me on her bed. She lay in front of me and scooted back into me. She laid my tired and sore member between her thighs up high. I fell asleep with the scent of Windy’s hair in my nose. My right hand was holding her precious left titty.
The sun wasn’t up when I turned over to go take a leak. When I got back to Windy’s room, I saw her ass and legs from behind, and it woke up a sleeping monster. Mara and I did the deed last night, and I didn’t get off. I’d run dry the last time.
I lay down and stayed quiet for five minutes so she would settle down again. Then I slowly worked my pecker between her thighs and then wiggled it against her opening. Over the next several minutes, I slowly worked my way into her. I had spit in my hand and rubbed it on my glans to get myself started.
Patience and perseverance eventually won out. I was halfway in her and was happy with that. We lay there with her asleep and me dozing in and out. I’m not sure how long we lay like that. My nuts had started making themselves known. My pecker slowly oozing liquid into my tiny blonde lover. Between her and me, Windy was getting wetter and warmer.
I knew the jig was up when Windy’s body jerked and I heard her take a deep breath. She turned her head and saw it was me. Her body relaxed, and she wiggled until I was in her as far as I could go from behind. Her sweet little bubble butt was kind of in the way.
We lay there a while, her getting wetter and breathing harder, me not moving a muscle - on purpose. It’s better for me if she’s really much more into it.
She squeaked in frustration, so I grabbed her and rolled us over, and I was on my back. She twisted and sat on my lap with me deep inside her. She opened her legs enough that she was getting interested in this way of doing it. We are in the cowboy position, her looking at our feet.
Windy is very athletic. So I was surprised when she spread her legs as wide as they could go. She began rocking on me to and fro.
Our main contact point is her soft, ultra-smooth little quim.
It felt so different because she has her soft, hairless self caressing my cock and my pubic bone. She rocks and whirls her pussy about on me. It is so very exciting being massaged by a soft pussy this sexily. Her rocking strokes and little whirls felt excellent. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. They did not provide the friction I needed to cum, but damn, they feel heavenly.
Windy tensed a bit and groaned softly. Then she shook her hips, jerking and making undecipherable noises. Her cooter clamped down tight, and she shook hard.
She exploded loudly, “WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!, Oh damn, oh damn, nnnnnnngggg...”
I KNEW she was totally done in by the way she sagged and drooped towards my feet. I was NOT going to be left hanging, so I grabbed her by her hips firmly and began to pump her body back and forth against me. I fucked her like she was a rubber doll. It only took me a minute to catch up with her as I pumped her full of cum.
“Unng...”
As we lay there, Windy was giggling softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum and run on you, but I ran out of energy.
I had to search for my boyshorts. By the time Mara had breakfast ready, I had found all the Clarkenton ladies, and we ended up at the breakfast table. Windy and Breeze were only wearing tangas.
When Mara came out with the meal on serving trays. It was cereal, fruit, and drinks; she was wearing only a tanga, too. I smelled a rat. This is a subtle way of saying they wanted me around, and often.
The three women sat topless at the breakfast table. Their breakfast table is glass and seats 6 people. With their pretty legs and bums in plain view, their different pairs of breasts, it made me want more. I want more of what I am seeing right here all the time. THREE!
Mara had made both coffee and hot tea. Yee haw! My first coffee here. This is an expensive import.
After that, I knew I needed to make an appearance at home. I said my goodbyes and searched for my sneakers until I found them. Mara let me out the gate with a meaningful kiss. I drove the few blocks home.
At home, Marcy told me Mom and Dad would be home around noon. We rushed and caught up on our chores. Marcy washed a load of laundry and hung it out to dry. I dusted the horizontal surfaces too, and I used the mechanical floor sweeper over all the floors.
We postponed making lunch, and luckily the folks showed up with two long sub sandwiches. We were pretty much out of food at home. Mom cut the big sandwiches into sections. Dad and I shared the braised beef with horseradish and slaw, and the three girls shared the ham and cheese.
With fresh lettuce and tomato slices plus mayo and mustard on mine, it was delicious. The food here tastes so much better than the processed, semi-cardboard crap from my past life. Every time I eat, I rejoice.
Dad told Marcy and me to go to the beach for a few hours. They wanted to talk with Bella privately.
Marcy called Patty, and we were going to go to the same spot on Hollywood Beach. She and I changed clothes and swung by Patty’s. Patty and Leonard were waiting.
Once we got to the adult beach, we stripped off and lay on our towels. I oiled Patty with coconut oil and iodine. I rubbed ALL of her parts, and she did all of me and mine. Len did the same to Marcy. We lay, chatted, and sunbathed for a couple of hours.
We took a dip in the ocean around 4:00. The closest people were over a hundred yards away.
Patty came to me, and I held her to me, and she maneuvered to get my boner inside her. I held her, and we kissed as we slowly moved against each other. The ocean water tends to wash away our lubrication. Going slow was the only way.
She started shaking, her face pressed tight to my neck. I had been impatiently waiting for her.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, Ohhhhh ... OHHHHHhhhh ... UMMMMMMmmmm!”
I sighed as I finally got mine. My arms ached from holding her; my back was complaining.
Back on the beach, we packed up our stuff and stopped to shower on the way back.
School was starting on Wednesday. Bella had little, so Mom took her clothes shopping the next morning.
The idea of going back to school was exciting. My sister was gloriously excited, pulling out clothes and trying them on. I was shocked. What she was trying on was a revelation to old Mason. Her school clothes are short, frock-like things. They stop at the line here; her ass becomes her legs. It’s very colorful and pretty, and she is so sexy it makes my legs weak.
What made it much worse was that she broke out her teeny-tiny G-strings to wear under this wisp of fabric. The neckline is low, and it has straps, yet the armholes are strangely wide. This is a style. This is worse than complete nudity. She picked bright colors that drew your eye to how scrumptious she was and how good she looked. She looked good enough to eat.
Of course she had me try things on too. We lasted for that first try. With Dad on the road and Mom and Bella shopping, we had to fuck then and there on her bed. It was tight for the two of us, so my right leg was sticking out, my knee on the floor.
It was quick and perfunctory, and a sign of times to come. Always mothering me, my sister helped me get my shit together. Wednesday morning, she dressed me and gathered my 3-ring binder from last year, plus my pens and pencils.
The pens, pencils, ruler, and compass fit into a cloth pouch inside my 3-ring binder. The cloth pouch has a metal zipper. The pencil is a wooden mechanical pencil that resembles a pen. You push the button on the top, and the lead begins to slide out. The pens are wooden, with all-metal ballpoint guts.
We drove to school with Patty and Len. We boys rode side-by-side behind the girls so we could enjoy the view of our sisters’ lovely butts. Patty was dressed like Marcy. On our bikes, they were awesome to see, with their short skirts blowing up, revealing their naked-looking bums. The armholes were opening and closing, drawing our eyes to their side boobs that we get flashes of.
Our High School was strange. It was the first time Mace and Mason had seen the building. It was a three-story building. Metal stairs run up the outside on each side of the long building. They lead to a central hallway that runs between the rooms on each side.
The stairs are wide, and the second and third levels have large platforms with double doors opening into the hallways. The stairs are very open. Looking up at girls above me on the stair platforms, I see nothing but bare legs and bums. These girls have no shame; quite the opposite.
Things I had not thought about, and Mace didn’t need to, were that grades 1 through 7 were Primary School. Grades 8, 9, and 10 were secondary school. This is Patty’s last year here. Technically, at age 16, she is already an adult.
When I got to my first class, I noticed for the first time that there were two girls for every boy in the classroom.
This all became quite obvious then. The guys sat in the back half, and the girls sat in the front half. It was an almost perfect 2:1 ratio. It had become blatantly obvious at that moment. Mace had known that.
On this world there are twice as many women as there are men!
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