Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 5: My First Time Ride
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 5: My First Time Ride - 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 raunchy 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
My sister insisted we ride down the beach road and onto the beach. In my world, we didn’t do that here. The beaches here were narrow, unlike Daytona Beach.
We kissed and hugged our parents and set out southward on our bikes on the beach road, A1.
Marcy had some minor problems with shifting; I did not. This was not my Honda 50, but I was very used to motorcycles. My last bike had been a BMW 1800 Motorrad with 6 cylinders. It had self-driving and would do 140 mph all day long, if the police did not get you and put you in jail.
Marcy knew a pathway to the beach that allowed access for bicycles and small motorbikes. The sign said the speed limit on the beach is 5 miles per hour, and it’s Strictly Enforced.* That’s because it harms the natural world.
Two miles south, we came to an area where beach-goers happened to all be nude. There were signs posted that said only nude beach-goers were allowed beyond this point. No children allowed!
We stripped down so we could continue riding south. Marcy had the luggage rack and a rubber bungee cord, so she secured our skimpy outfits. She wrapped the bungee twice around our clothes and attached them to her rack.
I had opted for the backpack and wanted to get a good one at a department store. It was a good thing she got two bungees for the rack. We had to wear our shoes for foot safety.
We continued riding south until Marcy pulled over by a Honda 90 with two teenagers sitting there. They were very much naked.
I knew them! My mind recognized Patty and Leonard Pearce. Patty is well endowed with generous curves. She jumped up, her naked breasts wobbled provocatively. She has large ones for a teenager.
They both go to our school. I smelled a rat. Marcy had clearly set up a meeting with Patty for us here today.
Patty, I remembered, had a thing for me. She sat back down on a towel, legs a little apart.
Crap! I can see it all, and Patty is certainly no virgin. She’s close-shaven down there, and it’s all right out there. Fuck me!
Patty is 16 and was well blessed in the body department by the beauty fairy. Without pubic hair, her plump labia are a sight. I watched as her labia began to swell at the sight of me. Ya I had a big boner for her. Jeez Louise. So, she DOES have a thing for me. My Mace side has no memory of being intimate with her.
Even outdoors, I caught a whiff of her. Her pussy has a different smell, not bad; it’s just that it seems a tiny bit musky.
It strikes me at a deeper, more visceral level. I want instantly to lick her and fuck her hard and fast. This body seems to be more primal and ready to have sex. After a few moments of seeing her bare beaver, I was really hot to trot.
Patty’s large tits are at least a D and have three-inch-wide pale areolas. A rarity for girls her age here. Her big tits look almost angry. Her chest is flushed red, and her areolas are darkening with an almost bluish tinge to the outer ring. This girl-woman is excited to see me, and I appear to be on the menu for today.
I remembered that Patty and I had been together exactly once before; we had not had full sex; we had necked a little. I had been too bashful because Marcy and Len were there. We’d been at their house.
I saw in my peripheral vision that Len had taken my sister by the hand, and they headed into the water. She had left her shoes by her bike, so I kicked mine off and sat next to Patty.
After looking at my boner for a few minutes with hunger, Patty got up. She did it in an unladylike manner, making sure I saw her titties wiggle-bobble. She took me by my hand, and I followed her quivering bum into the Atlantic Ocean. God, her ass shimmy’s nice.
I am a pushover. When we got to almost chest-deep on me. Patty turned around and jumped up onto me. I almost went under from surprise. She clutched me around my hips with her legs, her plump quim pressed tightly to me.
I grabbed her by her butt to help support her body. I went out further so the water took most of her weight. She sneakily fit my dick to her entrance and slowly sank down onto me. Then she kissed me hungrily. She kissed me hard; I know my lips will be sore later. We are barely moving against each other. There is little wave or swell.
We dare not move much because it would be obvious we were fucking out here.
I am holding her up by her bum, and she holds me around my back with her arms and legs. I stood there as she gently, slowly ground her bare cunny on me. I remembered she gets a birth control shot every six months, or my older half would have been freaked out by now. They don’t have the ‘pill’ here.
Patty’s hair is bright red in the sunlight. She’d been outside a while, so her freckles had darkened.
She stopped kissing and quietly murmured, “Unh, unh, unh, in my ear as she continued to slowly grind herself on me. I could easily have cum already. After seeing Marcy and Mom for the past few hours topless or so scantily dressed, now this. I was seriously ready to pop. I had also been tortured by all the other members of the opposite sex on the beach. They were either half-dressed or completely undressed.
I was more than primed to pump a load into the first female I came across already. Patty was my actual first female. I had been reluctant to get involved deeply with her before this. She can be pretty clingy. My previous incarnation in this body was too withdrawn to get very involved with girls - up until now.
Mace, I think, had lacked the maturity. He did not know how to make a move on a girl. My modern half has no inhibitions about having a great time with a willing, in this case, voluptuous girl. Lord help me, I am in a carnal world, and I’m 14 years old again.
I knew that people often went into the water here to fuck. It was considered gross to screw in public, but we were not visibly doing it. We could just be kissing. Neither girl could be seen below the waist. It’s late summer, so the waves are minimal, so it’s easy to keep our actions covered by the ocean. Marcy’s little squeals are getting to me. I am not having my first actual sex; I am in an orgy with my sister nearby! Holy Crap!
Patty continued to grind on me as she began her first climax. I held off, and she continued to work in my cock until she had two more climaxes. My, she is hot! Her hot breath is in my ear as she quietly moans “Uh, uh, uh,” on my fat cock.
I clutched her ass and pulled her tight to me as my dick spat deep into her cunt. I groaned quietly as I finally cum. It felt like there was rust cuming out of me.
I thought for a second as I continued moving with her. Cunt is considered an impolite word here. Pussy doesn’t make sense here. Most women go completely without hair down there. So, the word “pussy” usually does not properly describe a vagina that’s devoid of hair. Naked crotches are a thing here because of the heat.
She held me close. I know she craves me for some odd reason. Maybe it’s my height. Patty has been around long enough to know I have a 6 1/2 inch dick. In my other lifetime, a lot of study was done on dick size. The normal size in my first world was five inches not six. A popular myth then was that 6 inches was the norm. So many of us wished we’d had six inches.
Patty is very tall at 5’ 7,” so it may be my height that attracts her, besides being convenient with her girlfriend being nearby. I know many women go for tall guys. It’s an instinctive thing. I was already over 6 feet tall. Patty somehow felt she needed a man who was big enough to handle her.
My unwillingness to get serious with her had probably gotten to her. It made her want me even more.
Now Marcy and Len were completely different. I knew Marcy was a horny little thing. She and Len got together because they liked each other enough to enjoy each other. I could tell Len wasn’t Marcy’s forever guy. He’s a bit of a lunkhead.
I had never sexually touched my sister. I love her as my twin, but until now, she hadn’t excited me that way. Young Mace had grown up seeing her naked every day since they had been little babies. So it was the same old - same old to to the young Mace. My younger self was too used to seeing Marcy naked.
I, old Mason, on the other hand, had really appreciated her tall, coltish beauty and vibrant, sexy energy.
Marcy had wanted to do it with me, and our parents had no problem with that. The young me that had been in this body was too used to seeing her naked, so he had not seen her as desirable, the idiot. She’s a sexy looking thing.
Lord, *&#%$ a duck. My older half finds Marcy a yummy, tender dish, and I intend to take her around the world as soon as I can.
Len and Marcy had also finished; they just hugged and talked quietly. We started to get wrinkly, so we decided to go in. I shared Patty’s towel, and Marcy shared Len’s. We were a little worn out from our exertions, so we sat down to relax together and talk.
My sister has a pussy any grown woman would want. Marcy’s little delicate flower now made my dick hard. She makes my balls ache. Her inner petals are coral pink and still damp from her recent swim with Len. Her inner lips are small and look virginal-like.
Petty’s lips are lighter and very full-looking. Patty has the pussy of a grown-assed woman. I remember how her cunt had felt when she took me minutes ago.
As pent up as my balls had been, it’s no wonder I couldn’t think straight before today. I am barely lucid now with two bare teen girls near me.
Once was not enough after days without sex. My younger self was desirable, but too slow to take advantage of all the willing girls who’d wanted him. He was clueless about their signals. Sex is a lot more open here.
Being in a 14-year-old, very horny body, I intend to make every dalliance good enough that they will return for seconds. This body may be hornier than my first one. My mature memories in this new setting are running rampant. My nuts feel heavy and needing release again.
Patty’s plush body feels so very good next to mine. She must weigh at least 150 pounds. Patty is not fat; she is stacked as a brick shit-house and tall. Most female stars of the 50s and 60s were stacked like a brick shit-house.
Len said, “I’m thirsty.”
Marcy said, “I’m starved.”
We put on our athletic shoes and began the slow ride back to the beach access point where we’d come down.
At the access point, I noticed a couple taking a public shower. A 4 x 4 post held two showerheads, one on each side.
Len slowed to a stop. “We should rinse off now so we will have the sand off of us, and we can relax better when we stop for lunch.”
The girls both agreed right away.
The odd thing about the shower was that it was public, and you took off your clothes to rinse off. It had high showerheads for your body, plus smaller faucets mounted low. They let you rinse your feet or your swimsuits.
The couple who were showering were finishing up. The woman had a bare one. She leaned down and washed her feet, running her hands up and down her lower legs.
With her legs apart, her adult Fanny looked like she had been hit between her legs with an axe. I realized “Fanny” is the most popular term for a vagina here.
That woman’s opening was filled with red, rough inner lips. Her partner eyed her open display with delight, as shown by his visible Fanny meter. He was fully hard, and his pecker was aimed towards the sky.
I wondered, ‘Their first date maybe?’ The other couple took off, and we split off in pairs to get the sand off of us. I took my shoes off to give them a good pounding to remove the sand. The ride up the beach with sandy feet inside my canvas sneakers was uncomfortable.
The other three were wearing open leather sandals. I realized I had a pair of those in the closet at home. I hadn’t thought about it, and Marcy hadn’t mentioned them. I had already gotten used to her changing clothes several times a day. It’s not that I minded the constant parade of her borderline indecent outfits, because I do.