Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 20: The Plot Thickens
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 20: The Plot Thickens - 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
Just for the hell of it, I cupped her underarms and closed my eyes.
I subliminally mumbled, “Tellenia-ha,” and removed her hair from her armpits. I felt a surge of heat in my hands, cock, and pubic area.
Did I somehow inject her with magic?
I relaxed a little and stood there still deep inside her. I kept taking a few short strokes at a time. Looking at her tummy, I can see where my cock is; it’s well outlined. I took a stroke, and yep, that’s me alright.
‘SHEEEITT!’
I hope Naan likes the improvements I made to her areolas and nipples. Cherry red is a pretty color. I realized the color would make them easier for my baby to find.
My muscles began to loosen up. She kept me there, plugging her tight little hole for at least 5 minutes before she allowed me to pull out.
“Uh-oh. Doing magic while plugged in had created an issue. My cock was at least an inch longer and is moderately wider now. Was that from the magical feeling I’d gotten?
I had not intended that to happen. Just for fun, I cupped my balls. Oh Shit! They are larger now.
Fuck me!
Did this happen before, during, or after I screwed Naan? Maybe it happened when I prompted an egg to drop and maybe later?
Why were my sex organs bigger? Is this related to her wanting to be pregnant and/or my wanting to impregnate Naan?
Note to self: it’s the exact right size now. No more screwing around; if it gets too big, it will scare women away.
Naan filled a bowl with water and gave us both a sponge bath. She held my junk to her face and kissed it and tongued it. That didn’t help it go down. Damned thing wants seconds. Hell no! There is no telling what would happen if we didn’t stop at just one time. I’m concerned that if we do it again, I may drop another egg.
I realized that the mere thought of getting someone pregnant. Whether intentional or not, it meant I was especially likely to knock them up. I wondered...
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
I obviously have some kind of sex magic. Do I even have to think about it? What if every Fanny I slide into feels the magic, can they feel my magic?
Importantly, If they are not on the birth control shot, will they naturally, drop an egg., then my magical cum will find that egg.
I happened to glance down and saw my glans seemed redder. Her slobbering on it wasn’t helping it relax. I’m no Long John Holmes, but Jesus, that thing is big now. I hope it stops growing.
There was a knock, and Alannah peeked in. She had one look at me and slid inside, holding the door close to her body so people couldn’t see inside.
She walked over and looked at the new improved size and the angry red color of my pecker head.
Alannah said, “Shut the Front Door!”
She gently moved Naan aside and took me in hand. She bent down and smelled it.
She shuddered and immediately took off her dress. She is wearing only a dress today, and sandals. I smelled her. She gently moved me to the table-bed thing and pushed me onto my back. She climbed up and fit me to her slit and slid down in one move.
“UNNNNHhhhhhhhhhhhh ... so fucking good, mmmmm...”
I took her teats between fingers and thumbs and felt power flow into her. She shuddered hard and ground down hard. They got red. My cock pushed her insides slightly higher up into her body. I could see its outline in her flat tummy.
She climaxed again and keened, “NEEEEEEEeeeeeeee, uhh, unh, unh, unh, unh — UNHHHHH!!!”
I squawked as I reactively spurted deep inside her. She crumpled over on me with a long sigh, while trembling.
Even though I had just minutes ago filled Naan’s cunt with my goodness. Alannah’s Fanny had managed to pull a good pint of cum from my huge balls too.
Balls that I am pretty certain have more magic in them. Alannah had smelled me and immediately had to have me. I know intellectually that you cannot rape the willing, but she did, in fact, have her way with me. Even with her passed out, Alannah’s cunt continues to milk me dry.
I held her. I felt tears. “What is it, Darling?”
She said, “It felt so good, too good. I am afraid I am getting addicted to you.”
After Alannah got her mind under control, she dressed and sent Naan back in. Naan helped me dress and took me across the big room to Emeline’s room. She is a masseuse, a woman who gives massages.
I knew I was in for it when I saw her. She stands 6 feet tall barefoot and must weigh 180 pounds with ta-tas’s out to there. Her hair is so flaming red she looks like it’s on fire. Her frock only came down to mid-thigh. All that delicious smelling female flesh ... Those long legs ... Her breasts stick out seemingly forever.
She closed the door and locked it behind her.
She said, “I am Emeline, your masseuse. Before we start, do you want to be nude, or shall I play hide-and-seek behind the little towel? It goes faster if I am not fiddling with a towel all the time.”
I smiled, “I have nothing I am ashamed of; let’s go nude.”
She looked askance for a moment. “OK then, nude it is. She undid two big buttons at the top of her smock and pulled it up and off her body.”
I exclaimed, “No way!”
I was shocked; she has a full red bush and red armpit hair too. Unmistakably, she is a redhead. My experience has been warped.
Her breasts are at least a C cup and come straight out with no sag.
Her hair is radiant and glows. She has to brush it for an hour every day. She is starting to look younger than I first thought. Her skin is a pure ivory color.
Emeline’s areolas are a copper-pink shade, and her protruding fat nipples are darker at the tips. By the time I stripped and got on the bed thing, I felt my glans was already getting drippy. I was so hard my foreskin had disappeared. My balls had drawn up again. I was cocked and locked - and so soon, too.
‘What in the devil?’ I ached for this person that I had barely just met.
Minutes earlier, I’d cum in Allanah, with Naan before her ... and here a few minutes later I am here creaming over this girl.
I had even knocked Naan up!
I have no idea what Emeline’s age is. I did not care. Her red bush mesmerized me. I realized she had a different smell, a more primal scent. One look at my cock and the leftovers from my one-on-one with Alannah had my hormones wafting galore around me.
I saw it in Emeline’s glassy eyes.
She worked on my feet for several minutes. She started to move up when her eyes got glassier. She had seen my drippy cock head, and she leaned towards it and inhaled deeply, eyes closed.
Without a word, she climbed up on the table, moved one leg over my midsection, slotted my cock somewhere in that thick red bush. She lowered herself down.
“GHHaaaahhhhh ... big.”
She had pushed me through her hymen.
It may be her pounding heartbeat, but there is a thin tracery of blue veins on her breasts now. Her tits have turned cherry red. I thought her nipples were big before. They’re almost an inch long now and fatter.
My cock is inside a boiling hot cauldron. I almost came when she hit bottom, when my glands reached the end of her tunnel. She has a snapping pussy, and it inexorably squeezes and releases on my rock-hard shaft. Each nudge at the end of her tunnel was an exercise in restraint, as my balls and cock wanted to cum badly. Her spongy cervix is doing a number on me. I wamt to cum so badly.
I doubt she had taken 10 strokes.
Emeline grunted, “UNNnngggghhhhhhhh, uhmmmmm, oooohhhh, sooo ... goood!”
Whatever was at the end of her pussy, it tickled my glands and triggered a cum out of me. I had cum just a few minutes earlier.
I growled, “UHHNNGGGG!”
But it didn’t stop as soon as usual. Her pussy kept squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. It was like her inner workings were different, and she was pulling my cum straight from my ‘nads. Her mushy cervical opening kept asking for more.
I continued to cum, as long as her pussy milked the end of my pecker. It was like there were muscles down there made to suck a man’s balls empty and completely. It began to ache too much, and I pushed her off.
She slid with her feet on the floor and instantly sucked my cock down her throat.
She froze that way, her throat suckling on me. She slowed down, and I think her body took over because she milked and milked me. Her eyes were closed, and her brain didn’t seem to be at home; she was just mindlessly sucking on me.
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