Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 25: Licking Girls
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 25: Licking Girls - 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
Doc took us back to the college, and I went up to my room. I planned to move into the house tomorrow. The six girls would transfer to the house tomorrow. My driver would collect them and their things and take them home.
I spent half of the day being magically tested at school.
The artifact showed I had abilities and power. Yet, what they were doing with me was more like orienting me to how they do things. I got some ideas about what I could do, magic-wise. There are magic books, but you can only use them at the college.
Even later, after weeks, I never got the much-promised sit-down to talk about my abilities.
I figured out I did not need more magic training because I made it work as I went along. I hit the ground running.
Between opening a shop for my hair-removal sideline and caring for six witches and my two housekeepers, I was too busy to spend time reading at school. I bounced back and forth between the Spa in Jupiter and St. Augustine. I had little excess time for studying.
Back in our dorm room, Emma Snow and the five other girls were waiting for me impatiently. They were all bathed and wearing skimpy night clothes. They tried their seduction routines on me, or what they had for one.
I said, “I will have a house tomorrow. The school has arranged to take you there tomorrow. I will join you there if you want to do it in a bed in a more comfortable setting.”
One of the girls, a skinny blonde, said, “We talked about it. We all want to do it tonight and every night until we can catch a baby.”
I said, “Really? In one of these skinny bunk beds?”
Emma said, We could put two mattresses on the floor side-by-side.”
They all nodded yes and supported the idea.
I said, “I have a secret: I am a healer. I can drop your egg tonight and knock you up in one night.”
One girl asked, “All six of us?”
I said, “I could, but I would rather do it one or two per night. I want to enjoy being with you, and you should learn how to enjoy it. Doing it all in one night would be too rushed.”
Another girl said, “We need to decide on the first two and draw lots to see who they will be.”
I said, “I am going to take a shower.”
I stripped off my clothes, grabbed my dop bag, and walked barefoot to the bathroom.
I came back in, and there were two waiting by the two mattresses on the floor.
I said, “We will need a towel under each girl, or someone will be sleeping on a wet spot. I have a top bunk, so I’m safe. What did you decide, ladies?”
Emma said, “We decided two a night, and we have a pecking order established.”
“Who’s first?”
Emma said, “I am, then Caroline.”
“Would someone get the lights? No, leave your nighties on. Let me remove it; it will be more fun that way. I am not in a rush. I want to take my time and enjoy this evening.
One girl waited by the light switch and turned it off. I took Emma’s hand, and we lay down together. I had no idea how much she had done before. If her parents have magic, she probably comes from a good home. Not sure what that might have done for her experience level.
As soon as I kissed her, I knew she was not experienced. This may explain why ‘creepy guy’ had not gotten anywhere with these girls. I felt that when I saw them.
On a scale of 1 to 10, they looked like 8s to 10s; conversely, ‘creepy guy’ was lucky if he was a 2. The six girls were gathered together and stayed that way for protection from him.
To me, a 10 is very, VERY rare. 8s and 9s would be top 5% at best. These were very pretty girls.
They had all sat down around us quietly. I caressed Emma’s body over her nightie as we kissed. I did a slow buildup of touching her and rubbing her upper area lightly, but not her breasts yet. These girls must all be 14 or 15, because only one of them has a B-cup bust, the tall one. The rest are A or even AAs, which are even smaller. Emma has a pair of A’s with pint-sized pale areolas. Her areolas have little bumps and small, not well-defined nipples.
I rolled us over, and she spread her legs to press her privates into better contact with my cock. I pulled her nightie up higher and grabbed her buns and began to deeply caress her butt to her moans. I brushed my face against hers, her neck and shoulders, and lightly against her ears. Emma was constantly moving her body against mine.
I was masturbating her cunny on my cock. Her heat and wetness was thrilling because so many girls watching us.
I kept kissing her, and she was picking up how to kiss well.
I soon was squeezing and petting her vulva. I did my accidental “plumping up” thing when I removed her hair. Her mound no longer felt bony. It was very cushiony now. I expected this would be excellent.
I guess I should be careful about making body changes like that, but dammit, I love a plump cooter more than a bony one.
I did not have to make her get wet or excited beyond my 15 minutes of make-out time. She was humping her wet cunny on me wildly.
I rolled us back over and slid lower and pulled her nightie up to her neck. She sat up partway and pulled it off.
I started on her breasts with my mouth on one and my hand palming the other. She touched me the way I’d touched her. Some women liked to be roughed up. Emma is not one of them.
I slid my body down, kissing and licking her all over as I went south. I paused for half a minute, trying to find her ovaries.
When I found them, I sent a signal to drop an egg.
I continued further south down her nubile teenage body. When I got to her puffy lower lips, I stuck my tongue out and ran it up her inner lips to stop at her clitoris’s hiding place.
I heard five oooohs and oooo’s, plus one moan near my face.
I turned to my audience and said, “Do you know why I did that?”
I got head shakes for no, and nobody answered.
I said, “I just made sure her opening was wet enough to take my cock inside. If a girl doesn’t know what’s coming, she might be too dry down there. Entry into a dry vagina could be painful for her and her lover.
I gave her clitoral area a few extra licks.
I said, “Everyone get close and look at what I am licking.”
I peeled her clitoral hood back gently. “This little pink-white pea is Emma’s clitoris. Think of it as a miniature penis. It has just as many nerve endings as the head of my cock has. If I’m gentle with it, I can get her to have an orgasm, just like a man. Watch...”
I licked her clit up and down, side to side, then did the alphabet partway through. Emma was an excellent subject. She moaned and groaned all through my tongue lashing. I used Chookxa to make sure she climaxed.
She grabbed my head as she squealed, “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh...”
Her ass came off the mattress, and her hips were thrust up at me. She’d had just the right amount of foreplay, so when I triggered her orgasm, she had a really good one.
I said, “Look, she will be wet enough now to really enjoy us making her baby.”
I let her breathe for a minute and slid up her body, found her center, and ran my cock up and down, and then pushed inside her welcoming opening. I had to look at it again. She had opened up like a night-blooming jasmine. Emma’s flower petals opened, colorful in several shades of light pink.
I heard “ooohs and ahhhs “ from the girls as I slid all the way home in Emma. I moved slowly inside her for several minutes. When I felt like coming, I subliminally used ‘Chookxa’ to trigger another climax in her.
“EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
I exclaimed, “OHHH!” As I cum in her.
I really prefer cuming inside an already climaxing vagina. It feels so much better. My first wife taught me to do that, as well as how to hold myself back from cuming too soon for her.
I shook my body for emphasis, making sure they knew I really enjoyed it. I did like it, and it was mind-numbingly enjoyable because I really like Emma. She is a keeper for sure.
I stayed in a push-up position as I languished in her fine, tight Fanny, which was still reacting to my cock. I moved occasionally, and her insides let me know they liked it.
I pulled out and said, ‘Would someone get me a damp washcloth?”
I washed her pudenda and said, “I planted my seed deep inside her. Because I have not had sex today, it is very thick, and will stay in place.”
I wiped myself clean too.
I said, “Not every man’s seed is the same. Some may be thin or watery, in which case some of it or most of it will dribble out. Your vagina makes a buttery or slippery lubricant to ease his way into you and make it easier to do. That’s only if he takes his time. Some vagina’s get wetter than others.”