Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 17: My Company Introduction
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 17: My Company Introduction - 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
I continued moving inside Alannah’s plush, dreamy vagina slowly. I hoped she would have another climax, at least one more time before my body gave up on me. I knew I could cum, yet my back and legs were becoming questionable.
Feeling my back stiffen, I changed how I moved. I began to move my cock inside her in a clockwise circle. I moved like I was stirring a stew, with slow rotations.
“OH MY. More of that, please.”
I kept going longer before I felt an ache in my back and legs. Sensing she was close, I began rabbit fuck her with quick jabs, making sure to make good contact with her muff. I knew it was tickling her clit. I had to change what I was doing; some muscles were on the edge of quitting altogether.
I cheated; I used “Chookxa” to make her hurry up and cum.
“EEEEeeeee ... Ooooooo ... AHhhhhhhhhhh ... So good, so good ... oooohh...”
I groaned as I jetted a second time deep within Alannah.
What I did not know was that I had already caused Alannah to drop an egg.
I had made Alannah pregnant inadvertently, just like I had when I made love to Breeze Clarkenton.
Breeze is Windy’s mom and one of my semi-steady lovers. The Clarkenton women and Patty have kept my hormones and me mentally balanced for several weeks now.
Later, I would learn that healers can accidentally make a woman drop an egg. There’s a magic spell to prevent that, and another that can drop an egg. But I did not know them, let alone the two cantrip words.
I never needed the cantrips because I figured out how to do many things without using them.
When Alannah and I went to untangle ourselves, we realized we may have trashed her leather Chesterfield couch. It has a dark stain from our mutual lubricants and my added special sauce.
She smiled, “I’ll get it cleaned, don’t worry. It was worth it. I finally got to enjoy a man that didn’t run at the sight of my frightening hairy cunny.”
She went to her desk and pushed a button.
I heard, “Yes, Alannah?”
Alannah leaned over and spoke to a small box, “I need two large robes.”
“Yes, Alannah, be right in.”
We stood there, too busy looking at each other to notice the door swing open. The receptionist, Tammy, stood in the doorway. Her eyes were locked onto my still rampant cock with laser accuracy.
Alannah said, “Oh, shut the door, please, Tammy.”
Tammy slowly closed the door, her eyes locked on Mace Junior. I looked down and saw what was shocking her.
Crap! My pecker was still wet and hard. It is very red from all the friction of fucking through so much of Alannah’s cunt hair.
My glans is kinda blue-purple. My nut sack, being well satisfied, has softened and dropped down, and relaxed for now. I look like a bull or stud horse that just got lucky in the paddock.
I looked at Alannah; she is smiling. I thought, ‘That’s good; Alannah’s not upset.’
Alannah said, “Is that the first grown-up one you have ever seen, dear?”
“Uh-huh.”
Alannah said, “Put the robes on my chair. Sit on the Chesterfield in a dry spot. I will ask Mason to show you his cock. You want to see it up close, don’t you, dear?”
Tammy just nodded.
She then headed to the chair behind the desk and dropped the robes. The robes slid to the floor because Tammy was too preoccupied with Mace Junior to notice the chair.
She scurried over to the Chesterfield and sat, eyes laser-locked on my cock the whole time.
Alannah said, “Mason, would you show my cousin Tammy your cock up close?”
“OK.”
I walked to Tammy. She just stared. She sniffed. Obviously, she smelled the mutual fluids from Alannah’s and my sexual encounter.
I softly said, “You can touch it if you want to.”
She looked at me blankly and went back to staring.
She moved her legs up and down nervously. I have seen that in young girls; it feels good to them. Nothing comes of it. To them, it just feels pleasant; they do it nervously, often without realizing it.
Alannah said, “Go ahead, dear, touch him.”
Tammy’s hand came out slowly, and she touched the tip timidly with her fingertip.
I chuckled, and I made it wiggle.
She leaned back, eyes wide.
I took my cock in hand and drew the foreskin back, then I moved it back and forth, showing her how the foreskin moves. It made quiet squicking sounds. It firmed up hard, and my foreskin stayed retracted.
I had a brief moment of side thought. There are virtually no Jewish Doctors here. Jewish Doctors were the ones who had pushed for the child mutilation that is circumcision in my old America...
And that is why I still have my foreskin in this world. All men and boys must have foreskins here. There are few, if any, Jews in this version of America.
I said to Tammy, “Now, you do that, Hon.”
I took her hand and brought it to my cock.
She timidly touched me and then slowly jacked it a couple of times. She took her hand away and smelled the wet spot on her hands. A wetness that is partly mine and partly Alannah’s. I saw Tammy’s nipples were poking out.
What the...? I just got up from screwing Alannah, and I am already thinking of fucking this pretty young girl?
Alannah said to her, “That is lubrication from my vagina. That lets Mason’s cock slide in and out comfortably. Have you seen enough, dear?”
Tammy stood quickly. “Yes! Too much, Alannah. I may not be able to think all day.”
“Ha ha, OK - run along now, dear. Thank you for bringing the robes.”
I began picking up our clothes and folding them. Tammy had paused at the door and looked back one last time. She looked right at my asshole and dangling balls while I was picking clothes up from the floor.
I gave poor Tammy a real good show, on purpose. I sensed the girl wanted me. Someday I vowed to tap that young sweet thing, another butter-blonde girl.
Tammy left; she took my thoughts with her.
Alannah hugged me to her while still standing. It is very nice to be hugged by a tall thirty-something woman. Particularly when she is a lovely knockout, just like Anne Margaret was at that age.
I cannot help my comparison. She could be a close Anne Margaret twin, although Anne was actually a brunette. She dyed her hair blonde for many movies. Sometimes she dyed it red.
I said, “Do you want me to still remove all your pubic hair?”
“Yes, please, very much. Please remove this shag rug from my Fanny.”
I said, “Sit in your chair, and shift forward, legs wide.”
I got on my knees and pushed my forehead into her gooey center, with my hands on her armpits, and said, “Tellenia-ha.” I checked her armpits.
I wasn’t going to eat my own leavings, so I sat back as she used her hands to check my work down below.
She said, “You’re powerful enough that you did all three at once. Hmmm ... that makes me think...”
“Is it better to charge for each area or charge more to do it all at once. It also occurs to me that you should rethink using your forehead. Your entire face may do something else to a woman. Just a second.
She pushed the buzzer twice for Tammy.
Tammy came in. “Yes, Alannah?”
Alannah said, “We are experimenting. How would you like a free Fanny hair job? Let Mason clean you of your curly hair forever, downstairs, of course.”
Tammy said, “For FREE? Yes, please. What do I need to do?”
Alannah said, “Loosen your skirt and sit in my chair.’
She did that. I got on the floor and knee-walked closer. Her eyes went wide.
My cock was very rampant and angry-looking. I’m sure the thing was frightening her a little.
Alannah said, “He has to get intimately in contact with your hair, dear. Just relax and let him do his work.”
I moved her legs apart. She must have less hair, because her pudenda is clean. No, it’s almost clean; there’s day-old stubble.
I leaned forward slowly and traced her slit with my tongue so her flower would open. Oh my, she’s a virgin too. So pretty and delicate-looking. A young teen version of Allanah?
I kept my tongue in contact with her inner lips as I subliminally thought, “Tellenia-ha.”
As her stubble dissipated. I ran my tongue up and down her cunny lips. She was starting to dampen there. I gave her a few more licks, slowly.
Tammy’s body vibrated. “UNGHHHHH ... Oh, oh ohhhhhhhhhh ... Nnnnnn...”
Alannah slapped my head playfully. “You naughty, naughty boy, you just made my cousin cum. What were you thinking?”
“Her Fanny is pretty. I just had to; I’m not sorry that I’ve kissed such a delicious one.”
Alannah said, “Well, little cousin, what do you think about the service?”
Tammy was red-faced and squeaked, “More...?”
I chuckled, “I can also remove ... maidenheads.”
That word popped into my head, probably from Mace’s memory. It is the polite term here.
The two looked at each other.
Alannah said, “OK, this I have to see.”
I saw in Tammy’s eyes she really wanted me to do this for her. I held he open so Alannah could see it.
I leaned forward and inserted my tongue in Tammy far enough that it was pushing against her hymen. I hummed a long hum sound for effect as I slowly eased my tongue inside her. I concentrated on not hurting her. My tongue slid in without resistance. I kept my tongue inside her, pretending I needed to stay there.
Her but started bouncing, “URRRrrrrrr ... Ooooooooo ... YES, YES, Yesss...”
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