Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 26: The Doctor Visits
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 26: The Doctor Visits - 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 was talking with Dr. Townsend about my test results.
I said, “Men, by and large, don’t know women can have orgasms. Not only can they have them, but they can also often be taught to be multi-orgasmic. To cum two or more times. There is no better feeling on your cock in the world than a woman who is lost in her own orgasm. Her cunt gives you a good squeezing and they get wild in their own passion. That is s a feeling you won’t soon forget.”
I went on, “I am also teaching them how to give proper blow jobs, and I also licked their fannies until I had them screaming.”
He said, “You licked their cunts?”
I said, “Of course. It makes me proud and happy to get them so excited that they are all juicy inside when I take them. Their cunts are all different, and they squeeze, clutch, and vibrate differently. No two scents are alike. Getting them to cum makes everything so much more enjoyable for me.”
“It’s like a fine wine; they are all different in type and vintage. It is more enjoyable fucking them when you get them really involved in the process. I’d like you to come to my next session tonight, around 7 pm. Hmm?”
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “You have gotten me more excited than I have been in many years. 7 pm, I’ll be there with bells on.”
Doc said, “I haven’t met with my peers to discuss your case yet.” Your medical tests went fine. You are very healthy and seem to know the human body better than our doctors. As for your sperm count, it’s phenomenal, and they are highly motile. They get the job done remarkably well, as you already may have figured out. Your interviews revealed that you have impregnated many females already.
He paused, “I think we should get your car and go to your house and let you meet your housekeepers.”
I said, “Then, I could return here after supper and bring the girls to my house tonight? That would be much more comfortable overall. Having sex on mattresses on a floor was uncomfortable.”
I paused. “Wait, I have a different idea. I want to spend maybe three or four days here each time I come up.” I can take the red-eye train back and forth. What I am saying is, I guess I want a small hole-in-the-wall place to use my Feaxist talent up here. I really need to make money when I’m up here.”
He said, “That is a good idea. I know just the little place in Old Town where we have an arcade. The arcade is a group of stores in a long hallway. It has several different businesses in one small area. They are small, and you really only need a small shop. We can stop on the way to the house and check it out. Let’s go.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
We went to the parking lot and got into my Lincoln. This is a big car, but the body is mostly aluminum, and it has an aluminum frame. The engine is huge by local standards: an in-line 6-cylinder with 124 cubic inches. (2.4 liters) The engine runs very smoothly.
I put my foot on the brake, cranked it over, shifted into gear, and turned around to back out.
I thought, ‘Where’s the backup camera?’
I’m still getting used to my new car.
This has a three-speed automatic transmission with the lever on the right column. The turn signal is on the left. The high beam is a button on the left floorboard. I love the simplicity of early model cars.
I saw the two-position switch for the top. A glance upwards shows the two latches to lock the top down.
I continued backing out of the parking place. He directed me a couple of blocks away. I edged into a tight alley entrance, and he had me park in the ‘Private Parking Only’ area. A guy came over to check us out, and Dr. Townsend pulled a parking permit out of the glove box and put it on the dash. They exchanged thumbs-up signs. We locked the doors with the door buttons and got out.
He took me through a gate and right onto St. George Street. We walked a block and a half north. He stopped at a place called “Jack’s Arcade.” Signs for different businesses covered the windows. I may not even need to advertise. All the businesses here catered to women and girls.
He opened the door, and we walked down a wide hallway to the fourth business on the left.
The door was closed, with no indication of what was inside. He opened the door with a set of keys, and we went in.
He said, “This empty store sold women’s skirts and tops. In the back, you see a curtained-off changing room. This arcade has another dozen stores that sold the same kind of women’s clothing. That’s why this one is empty. We took out the beat-up old shelving and repainted the walls. The reason this is a good location is all the women that shop here for clothes.”
I asked, “What about restrooms?”
He said, “Public Restrooms are in the back of the Arcade. There is a small room in the back that looks like it’s a closet. It has a commode and a small sink; that’s there for employees.”
I said, “Let’s take a look in the back.”
We went back there, and we had to turn on the four overhead light switches. I saw that no light came back here. The front had enough light coming from the open doorway. All the light switches were in the back on one gang of four switches.
The lights are all spiral fluorescents, so they use less electricity. They screw into ordinary light sockets. Not the best, but they work. I may want light covers to hide the bulbs. Naked fluorescent bulbs look like something out of Dickens.
The two ceiling fans have three-position rotary switches. I turned them both to max, and they were too noisy. The middle position was better.
I said, “This will do. What are the damages?’
He replied, The first year is $100 a month for rent and $15 for electricity and water. You have to pay for the phone yourself and pay a Girl Friday to run it for you. When would you be open, Monday through Friday only?”
I said, “That’s more than I need. My weekends are taken up by Alannah’s Spa. Do I need to worry about someone in the provincial government coming after me? I will be working more than the allowable hours?”
“No, just show them your Association Card. You are not held to the same rules as the average teenager now. Your business is yours to run as you see fit. You are basically considered an adult now.”
I said, “Is there anything else here?”
He said, “I can put some used furniture in here for you. Maybe a desk out front, with some old wooden chairs for a waiting area. I can also get you an exam table we no longer use at the college hospital. I can have all that moved in here by next Monday.”
He continued, “Are you going to be able to do this several days a week here and in Jupiter too? Plus still father a lot of children for the Association?”
I said, “If I keep my fly buttoned up, I can. If I can come up most weeks and do three sets of two girls, that should more than fulfill your needs.”
He said, “Yes, and that should mean your ‘donations’ will all be at high potency. That sounds agreeable. I will need to appoint one of my assistants to be your main contact. I will assign Rain Harper as your contact. She can handle most of your needs. I am the school chancellor and need to get back to my normal chancellor-ing job.”
I said, “I will turn the lights off, and we can head to my beach house that’s not exactly on the beach.”
He smiled at my dig.
We left. I drove over the bridge, then a couple of blocks down. Then I turned 120 degrees left to enter my street. Two blocks further down, I pulled into my own large parking lot and parked next to the passenger van.
It looked like a copy of the old-style VW van that has three bench seats and an air-cooled engine in the back. I knew that because the engine hatch has louvers that let air circulate around the cylinder heads. Much like a motorcycle does.
I had seen VW Beetles around and hadn’t thought much about it. I realized these are made here in RONA because we don’t import didly shit. We ‘borrowed’ the design from Germany soon after the last big war. That explains why it has no manufacturer badge. It just says “Beetle.”
Mace’s mind kicked in a few facts. The Marshall Plan here on this Earth was run differently. We barely helped anyone. After the war, we completely withdrew and left Europe on its own.
We felt we had done more than enough just by winning the war. Why help Europe any further? They will just squabble along again until they have another war.
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