Expedition
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22: Music Sweet Music
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 22: Music Sweet Music - Time Travel. We didn't have a choice and damn little time to prepare (read none) It all worked out though...HA!
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Magic Lesbian Heterosexual Science Fiction Time Travel Humor Extra Sensory Perception non-anthro Swinging Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory First Oral Sex Anal Sex Slow
The ladies are back from their peregrinations, except Carol and Auntie Beck. They had journeyed northwest. The Cheese wondered...
The party was pretty good that night but there was something missing. The drumming went on and on the frenzy bubbled and boiled. The women were getting the itch scratched and the scratchers were willingly scratching. The Cheese scratched Jo and Vickie, and Joanne cut a deal with them and got scratched too. Kurt and his Big Stick was in great demand. There was still something missing. 'Oh well, ' thought the Cheese, 'I'll figure it out in the morning.'
In the morning the drummers came to the tipi and cornered the Cheese. "We need some drums. The hollow log is splitting. When you go to the the Coots, see what you can find, please."
"Sure, I'll give it a good looksee. Who knows, I might find a trap set."
That brought out a good belly laugh.
"Seriously, what kind of things would you need."
"Metal hoops, hi strength plastic for heads, metal hooks to fit the hoops, good strong rope, but small in diameter, oil drums, small grease drums. Things like that. Hollow things we can convert. If you find metal cylinders we can cut them in half and make gongs. Bells, whistles, hardwood dowels, copper or stainless pipe for windchimes or flutes..."
"Whoa, you're all going!" exclaimed the Cheese. "That's too much for me."
And so it was. The drummers went, the Vegans went, the Kid went, too. "I want to see that old coot and give him a piece of my mind!"
"I'm coming too," said Two Voices. "Who knows what we'll find."
A gen-u-wine excursion took off for the village, three carpets, two mats, and a huge flying sled, piloted by none other than the Two Voiced One. "I have a few tricks for the Coot."
The kid was disappointed, the old coot was lying crumpled in the middle of the village road, dead. He was covered by the third mat. Every thought of drums was dropped! An immediate search was instituted for Carol and Auntie Beck. Every house was ransacked but no girls. Finally, the Kid said, "I know!" and off he went to the mineshaft. Sure enough, in one of the locked rooms off the main chamber were Carol and Beck, a little worse for wear but basically undamaged ... although Beck thought she might be pregnant.
Beck said, "he didn't come back yesterday and we thought we were going to starve to death in there. What happened to him?"
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