Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 8: A Little Vengeance With Patty
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 8: A Little Vengeance With Patty - 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
Oho! Is there a little girl-on-girl fun going on here? &#%$, that is so HOT! This really IS ’A Strange World!’* {c}-- I was still miffed that Patty got ‘hers’ and left me high and dry. Marcy was already sore from our earlier lovemaking session.
I really poured the coal to Patty; she began demanding more.
“OH DAMN DAMN, DO IT HARD, Mace. That’s it, deeper, Hon, harder - UNNNGHHHhhhh!”
I pumped in her hard as her cunt tried to crush my pecker. She was so tight she popped me out for a second, and she went nuts getting it and putting me back in. Her belly took a shot of cum before I was back inside her again.
I noticed that Marcy was twisting Patty’s nipples to beat hell. I thought, “That’s gonna leave a mark!”
I picked right up where I had left off, and Patty’s hips continued to reach for the sky as if to buck me off because her mind was gone to la-la land with the paroxysm of long climax. She has mentally lost touch.
Patty eventually slowed down. I slowed, but did not stop. I was going to screw her to parade rest. I kept going, but went slowly so her innards would cool down. Her Fanny was an uncomfortable hot box inside.
I think that’s a good nickname for Patty: Hot Box. It is appropriate in multiple ways. She looks hot, is hot inside, and seems to be hot to trot all the time.
Marcy fetched a hand towel and had me lift up so she could wipe off our sweat and the puddle of my sperm that got loose.
Patty muttered, “Oh God, what have you done to me?”
Patty seemed to move around a lot more than I realized. I just slowly sawed in and out of her. I pulled on the out stroke to let things cool and dry momentarily. I was surprised I didn’t hear splashing sounds from her snatch. I started moving faster and deeper again.
Patty started to tighten up again. I knew that I was getting to her. Then her hips lurch towards heaven as she screamed.
“Oh D-DAMN!” Patty croaked. “Yessss - uhn! UNH! Crap - I’m cuming! Oh fa-fa-fuck MEEEEEEeee! — AGAINNNnnnnnnn...”
I pumped a heavy load into her fat, fleshy vagina. There are reasons I was not in pain. She has no pubes; her pussy mound is very well padded, and ... she’s pretty loose inside most of the time. She does tighten up real good when she cums. Her soft cunt provides that much-hallowed “long comfortable screw” many men talk about.
I realized this is not a bad thing. I could screw Patty for a long time, and she would trigger me when she was ready to cum, which is pretty often.
Patty said to Marcy, “I thought you said he had cum a couple of times already.”
Marcy giggled maniacally, “We are going to have to call in more girls.” Patty said, “Or we tag team him and keep him just for you and me. He - hee.”
Marcy rubbed her pussy and said, “Uncle! I have had more than enough of that fat thing in me today, and last night too.”
Patty was pushing at my chest. “I give up, you big lug, let me up. Get off. You wore out my poor widdle ho-hoo, and I am burning hot inside from that big log of yours.”
I know when to say nothing. I rolled over on my back.
I eventually smiled with a goofy look on my face, “I can kiss it and make it better.”
Marcy instantly declared, “Me! Me First.”
I said, “OK, put your knees on the pillow by my head, and rest your ho-hoo on my mouth.”
I was tired and could not hold myself up to save my life.
Marcy’s eyes grew large at the thought. She didn’t say a word; she knee-walked until her thighs were just past my ears, swung a leg over my face, and rested her hairless little self on my chin. I nudged and shuffled her until I was lined up just right.
I licked her from her ‘taint’ to her clitoris. I shifted down and started licking her inner lips as I rubbed my nose side-to-side on her clit. I realized this was the best way since I knew I had screwed her raw earlier. It was still reddish inside.
My dick had risen from the dead. Patty wasn’t to be left out; after a few minutes, she took me in the cowboy position and began a very slow ride. One I wouldn’t soon forget. Patty knows the cowboy position? She knows too much for a 16-year-old. I guess her ripe body has gotten her a lot of attention from someone older. A girl on top in cowboy seems atypical.
Patty slowly screwed me, and soon she was back in the swing of things. I waited until I thought it was the right time, and worked my hand to Patty’s butt. I rubbed my finger through Patty’s soggy wetness between her legs before easing it slowly into her rectum by one digit. She got real tight and started cuming immediately.
“EEEEeeeeee! NOoooooooooo! Unnnnnnnnnnnnn...”
That tightened her puss up right quick. So I pushed my finger inside her butt a little more.
Marcy, meanwhile, was getting close. Her movements were purposeful, and she was breathing loud and hard. I knew she was close to another orgasm.
I managed to wet my left forefinger and began tickling her little tight bung hole. No way that was going in! She tightened so fast I could swear I heard it slam shut. Patty had taken it in her butt easy. I have real suspicions about Patty’s love life and an older man.
Marcy yelled, “MASON CHARLES CARPENTER, YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW...”
(Gee, Sis, don’t like a finger tickling your butt?) I popped my pinky knuckle into Marcy’s butt, and she went bonkers on me. I had to hold on to her tight little ass, or she would have fallen off. There is nothing sweeter in the world than to have a 14-year-old nubile pussy rubbing wildly all over your face.
“OH! OHHH, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh c-c-crap, Mace. NNnnnnnnnnn...”
I licked Marcy just right as she shuddered and quivered through a very long climax. At the same time, Patty was trying to snap off my dick and my right forefinger simultaneously, as she shook and shivered like an 8.0 earthquake on the Richter scale. She rocked my world with her cunny.
I have big fingers; that’s GOT to be more than uncomfortable.
Do me, do me, do me, DO ME MACE. OH FUCK! IN BOTH HOLES!”
Patty was having a huge, long climax. It was probably the best she had ever had.
I grunted for maybe the fifth time today, as I climaxed. I am sure it’s just a tiny dribble. There can be no more left. I am sure there were no swimmers in this load. My poor balls ache. I am completely satiated — finally. I couldn’t budge if a naked Marilyn Monroe came through the door.
Crap. I wonder if they even have Marilyn Monroe here. They do have movies here. I am getting nothing from Mace’s memory about movies or Marilyn.
Both girls rolled to their sides, moaning, as I drifted off.
I resolved that two girls at once is much better than just one. Much, much better than one.
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After a nap, we jumped up. Marcy woke us because we needed to wash the sheets on our parents’ bed. We also needed showers.
We napped for a bit. I woke up when Marcy began wiping me off with a damp hand towel. It was late and stifling inside.
Patty had gone home. I assumed the girls had showered. I had been completely out of things.
I got up naked and went in to make supper. I wanted pizza, which didn’t seem to exist here. I got a bowl and poured a packet of yeast into it. I used a sifter to add flour. I added warm water by eye. Eventually I was happy with the mix. I kneaded the dough and then covered it.
I got two big tomatoes and dipped them in hot water to blanch the skin. I scraped the skin off them and cut the tomato remains up into sections. I took the tomato guts and pushed and shoved them through a colander that has large holes. I captured the goo that came through in a bowl. The seeds and a little tomato strings were left in the colander.
In a small saucepan, I simmered the ingredients, adding a small can of tomato sauce and oregano. I added salt and one small clove of garlic that I’d slivered and smashed to smithereens.
I knew Mom used oregano. She used it on her twice-cooked potatoes.
Mom would peel the potatoes and cut them into small cubes. She boiled the cubes.
Then she would put a big hunk of butter on to melt. Mom drained the water before adding the potatoes to the pan of butter. She’d add the cubes. Then she used salt, pepper, and oregano to flavor the potatoes.
It simmered until the spices and butter had infused into the potatoes. It is scrumptious and a very tasty side dish for roast beef or pork roast. We like it way better than mashed potatoes.
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