A Little Adventure in Time
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6: You Sure About This?
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 6: You Sure About This? - A funny thing happened to me during an archaeological dig. You'll die laughing. But I doubt it. It wasn't funny at the time and I get chills thinking about it. I hope I'm back to stay.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Time Travel First Oral Sex Anal Sex Voyeurism
"You know, my divorce was final on my birthday." I paused, gulped, and asked, "Exactly what do you mean by dusting?"
She looked at me and grinned. "I mean, let's see how this might work. You like me. I know that. You said so. I like you and the age difference doesn't mean all that much to me. Besides, I always lusted after Daddy. You might make a great daddy."
"S ... S ... S ... Simone," I stammered. "My daughter and I live in the same dorm. She's a 16 year old sophomore. I have a feeling she's about 2 years younger than you. How do you think she'd take us?"
"We haven't got that far ... yet. And we might not." Then she explained, "But this is what people were made for. The propagation of the species ... just because the practice is fun, too, is the icing on the cake. 16? and a sophomore? What's her grade point?"
"4.0, National Honor Society, Mensa, Mu Alpha Theta, The Presidents Society. She tested out of her freshman year. 202 IQ. Top 1%. Speaks four foreign languages like a native. Smart cookie. A lot like you."
"What kind of a genius are you? Kids like me don't grow on trees. In Germany, kids like me were genetically altered and specifically selected. My dad was one."
"I'm just a lowly 142 IQ and her mom is 168. We're simple people."
"Yeah. Right. You've always been smarter than your neighbors haven't you," she didn't make that a question.
"I grew up in a neighborhood of high school teachers, and, yeah, I astounded them all the time."
She stood on tiptoe. Simone leaned forward until her nipples brushed my hairy chest. She swayed side to side just a tiny bit. They dragged across my chest like a hot branding iron. I popped a woody.
"I chose John, my boyfriend, for his intelligence. I am genetically driven to produce smart babies." She paused, "The fact he's an arrogant, domineering, selfish asshole didn't matter as long as he gives me smart babies. He's piss poor in bed and never cares about my satisfaction ... I wonder how he'll take the news?"
"What news?"
"That he's my EX boyfriend." She laughed. "I'll bet he's going to be pissed."
"Not to change the subject," which was exactly what I was trying to do, "We should get these blanks back to the camp." I held them up, still wrapped in her shirt.
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