A Second Chance to Make It Right
Copyright© 2012 by Submissive Romantic
Chapter 4
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 4 - An old man is on his death bed. He asks God for a chance to re-live his life, to make things right. He gets his wish; but not as he expected.This is the story of that second chance.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic Time Travel DoOver Incest First Oral Sex Slow
I lay in bed that night, thinking about all that had happened to me in the last twenty four hours. I went from being a man, fifty eight years old, on his deathbed in 2012 to being a fifteen year old girl in 1968. I still wasn't use to this body. I could move in ways that I hadn't been able to in my entire life. I marveled at its near perfect skin, the heaviness of my breasts, the sexual responsiveness to any stimulation, my perfect eyesight. I could do a lot with this body.
The first thing I did that night, as soon as my brother went to bed was lock my door and turn on my desk light. I took off my panties and night shirt, threw back the covers and basically mauled my tits until I had a wonderful cum. Then I got up, sat at my desk and examined my pussy. Although I was far from a virgin in my previous life I had never taken the time to really examine the wonders of womanhood. I pulled out a mirror from my vanity and examined myself. I had a little bit of hair above my pussy; I could use to tidy up a bit. I had nice lips. My clit was prominent and hooded. I parted my pussy lips and looked in as best I could.
"Oh shit, my sister was still a virgin. That meant, dam; at some point I was going to have to lose my virginity to a guy." I didn't want to think about that just yet.
I put the mirror down and began to massage my pussy, first with my whole hand, rubbing my lips, then I wet my fingers and began to gently rub my clit, soon I started to whimper and moan, I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed a nipple and twisted. That sent me over the edge. I shook and almost screamed as my second orgasm in ten minutes washed over me. It lasted for at least a minute, maybe longer. When I finally calmed down, I felt exhausted but wonderful as well. I reached over shut the light and crawled into bed. I dreamed of naked girls running through the showers, with me running after them, my hand at my crotch, empty.
I woke up before the alarm, took a quick shower, and got dressed, put on my makeup. I was just about to go downstairs when I spotted Anne's calendar on the wall. Curious, I checked it out. Friday, I noted was circled in red. I wonder what that means. Then I started flipping through the rest of the calendar: nothing was circled going forward; I started going backward. One day in March was circled, then one in February. I stopped and started counting,
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