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Florida Is For Lovers
by Tony Tiger (tonytigerxxx@yahoo.com)
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A very, very old man learns how wonderful sex can be.
(MF, 1st, voy, sci-fi)
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Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was
laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was
good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The
sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he
slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue
sky with puffy white clouds.
"So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right."
This body would take some acclimation, so he proceeded
slowly. He moved and flexed each limb. They were
definitely bigger than he was used to. He turned his
head from side to side. "So this was Florida." There
were old pictures but no one had been there for
centuries.
Carefully sitting up and then standing, he took cautious
steps. The bulk of this body would take some care for a
while. He felt something unusual at his crotch. A long
flaccid penis and big hanging testicles slapped against
his thighs. "Now THAT'S different!" he thought, "What
would it feel like erect?" Well, that's what he was here
to find out.
This man was from about 800 years in the future. His
specialty was early human sexuality and this was a brand
new research project. Other scientists and engineers had
developed a form of time travel and his use was one of
the first applications. Although unable to send matter
itself back through time, they could send information to
create a kind of avatar using local matter in whatever
shape they desired, and then link it with his
consciousness for animation while his actual body lay in
a special container in his real time. He would feel as
if he was in the other time and his experiences and
memories would be transferred to his physical mind
automatically.
With global climate change came significant changes in
human society. The short version was that much landmass
was now underwater, including most of Florida. Food
sources changed dramatically, supporting only one fifth
the number of people. Reproduction rates dropped
dramatically so most births were clinical, not natural.
Genitals atrophied and bodies got smaller for greater
heat shedding efficiency and lower nutritional demands.
People now lived much longer since a "personality" could
be transferred to a new cloned host body as needed by
age or illness. Iimja (pronounced "Eye-m-ja") was over
three hundred years old, but his current body was about
50.
Most people enjoyed a bit of sex whenever their host
body was in adolescence but it was considered more of a
diversion and form of play than a serious activity.
Iimja had discovered some ancient disks in a library
collection more than a hundred years earlier and figured
out how to decode and view them. He was fascinated to
discover that they were something called "pornography".
Understanding American English from the 1970s was a
challenge, but he liked challenges, and developed an ear
for it. They showed big hairy people with amazing
breasts and genitals making a "big fucking deal" out of
sex. They were after each other all the time in these
documentaries. Watching how seriously they took
copulation stirred some ancient desires in him and he
avidly searched for more.
As he pored over his research material, Iimja noticed
that his thin four inch penis became erect quite often.
That hadn't happened since his last adolescence. "Hmmm,
am I tapping into some primitive programming?" he
thought.
He developed a list of sexual practices questions. Why
was there so much oral-genital contact? How did anal sex
fit into reproduction? Why did men ejaculate on women's
faces, breasts, or pubic hair instead of in the vagina?
What was the purpose of same-sex activity? Why did
people urinate on each other? And more.
Finally getting permission to use the new time travel
tool, he decided to visit something called a "hippie
commune" where sex was, according to the historical
records, indulged in frequently with a variety of
partners. Thta should allow gathering a lot of data in a
short time. Working with the engineers, he modeled his
remote body after a male figure in many of the disks
named "John Holmes". The face was changed to a unique
but handsome one.
As he approached the motley collection of buildings that
was the commune, he was relieved to see that some people
were nude, like himself, and some were dressed, and
everything in between. Colorful garments were popular,
like in the videos. As he wandered into the central
area, an older woman with large sagging bare breasts
approached him with a smile. "Hello stranger. You
looking for us? What's your name and where are you
from?" Iimja smiled back and tried to talk the dialect.
He nodded a response to the first question and
awkwardly, with his new mouth, said, "Name Eye-m-ja. Far
away." She couldn't place the accent.
The woman reached out and gave him a big hug, pressing
breasts like he'd never felt before against his bare
chest. The big schlong started to fill, pressing against
the belly of the woman. She stepped back and laughed,
"Well welcome. I'm Mother May and I guess you like me
too. That's a pretty impressive tool. You will be
popular here. Are you hungry?"
Iimja nodded so she took his hand and led him to the
kitchen. That distraction let him take control of his
new pecker and deflate it. Unlike regular humans, he had
a high degree of control over all his bodily functions
and could override the autonomic processes as needed.
That would be very useful later.
The vegetable soup was much better than any he had ever
tasted before. May explained that they were vegetarians
also using dairy and eggs. They raised as much of their
own food as possible which explained the extensive
gardens he had walked through and real chickens running
about. They were being tended by folks of all ages. May
kept glancing at his crotch where the 15cm flesh tube
lay flaccid. He filled it enough to lengthen by 5cm and
get thicker and saw May's nipples harden and project. He
hoped that was a sign of arousal and that she would have
sex with him later.
After the meal May took him to meet other residents.
Iimja had a photographic memory and later amazed people
with his recall. He was taken to the garden and when he
shook his head when asked about agricultural experience,
he was left with Rebecca, May's oldest daughter. She was
a lithe redhead with ample breasts and a furry red bush
at her crotch. She was working naked like many others in
the warm climate. He observed quite a range of ages and
body types that afternoon. He was surprised how
satisfying manual labor could be.
When he had to urinate he held his cock and asked
Rebecca, "Where?" She took him to a small grove of trees
and pointed his penis in the right direction with her
hand. She then squatted down and emptied her own
bladder, not the least bit shy about a basic bodily
function.
When the worktime was done, all the folks went to the
community shower and helped each other get clean. Iimja
noticed that his penis got washed by women many more
times than other men. It felt good but he kept it
flaccid. It was nice to rub soap suds on Rebecca's body.
Her nipples got hard too.
He was introduced at dinner to the rest of the commune
"family". The vegetable lasagna was a new experience and
very satisfying. Rebecca took him for a tour of the
commune after dinner. An older barn served as the common
area with kitchen, dining facilities, large group
shower, and unisex toilets.
Mother May lived in a simple one room cabin which
boasted a toilet and sink behind a colorful cloth
screen. The rest of the residents slept in a motley and
haphazard collection of homemade shacks, tents, and old
campers of various sorts. The mild climate didn't
require much for shelter. He was amazed at how well they
functioned with almost no technology.
Then they took a walk to the beach. He had never seen
the ocean before and was fascinated even wading in the
surf. He couldn't swim so that was enough.
Rebecca sat him on a log and knelt down between his
legs. "You are sleeping with my mother tonight but I
want to give you a welcoming present right now." Her
hands went to his penis, or "cock" as it was often
referred to in the videos, and began stroking it. That
felt good it and began growing on its own reflexes. He
just enjoyed the sensations.
When it reached its full glory of 33cm for the first
time, Rebecca was in awe. She'd known many cocks, but
nothing like this. She leaned over and began kissing and
sucking it the best she could. The sensations Iimja felt
were the most sexually intense of his life.
The adolescent copulations in his past were nothing like
this. Remembering the videos of similar situations, he
groaned appreciatively at her efforts and, after a
reasonable length of time, ejaculated. It hit Rebecca in
the face before she clamped her lips over the head to
capture the rest.
"OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed after swallowing a mouthful,
"You must not have cum for a long time!" He nodded. It
was a first for this body and the pleasure in his groin
was memorable too. She washed her face in the ocean and
took him back to the compound.
Of course he would spend the first night with Mother May
and her consort Reverent Bill. They always welcomed new
arrivals in an intimate way. She led Iimja to the big
mat in the sleeping area of their cabin. Sized for
groups, the three of them fit on it easily. He now saw
May naked and she too had a mass of curly hair in her
crotch. Fleshy lips protruded and opened like gates of
welcome when she lay on her back and spread her legs.
His erection was at full size with the thoughts of what
was about to happen. She looked at Iimja and said, "I've
birthed three children but I'm not sure I can handle
that right away. I want Bill to fuck me first to loosen
me up for you."
That was fine with Iimja. He'd never seen live sex and
would memorize what he was supposed to do. Bill's
erection was about half the size of his own and slipped
into May easily after their foreplay. He could see and
smell May's arousal from this and understood better why
it was done.
Before long Bill's buns tightened and he groaned as he
ejaculated. When he pulled out Iimja could see that
May's pussy was swollen and wet. He moved closer and she
reached for the head to guide him in. "Go slow. I'll
pull you in as I get opened up."
She put her hands on his hips and made him move in and
out, ever deeper until he was three-quarters buried
inside. He'd hit bottom. It was an absolutely exquisite
feeling to have the warm, wet, silky sheath holding even
that much of him. Bill was laying beside them, fondling
her breasts.
May was moaning continuously as he moved gently in and
out, occasionally shuddering with a climax. Finally she
begged, "Shoot inside me. Give me your seed!"
Iimja had a quick thought that there were not seed, or
sperm, because he didn't want to disrupt history, but
made no comment. He just released his prostate and
flooded her vagina and womb with semen. She shrieked and
shuddered with a huge orgasm when feeling the strong
surge of hot cream fill her. He was amazed at the
intense pleasure that he felt as his cock pulsed.
They lay quietly together. May said, "I've had a lot of
men shoot in me but I never felt it like that. You are
amazing." Iimja just nodded and noticed that Bill was
licking his cock clean now that it had softened and
fallen out of May.
May rode his cock in the morning before they left the
cabin. He liked that position because he could play with
the bouncing boobs so unlike the women of his time.
Iimja never got a place of his own because there was
always a waiting list of women who wanted to offer bed
and more. With just over twenty mature females in the
family, there was some grumbling about the wait to host
him. Mother May pulled rank and would have at least one
afternoon session with him each week.
The second night he spent with Rebecca who shared a
shack with her younger sister. The sister was already
noisily coupling with a man as Iimja began sex with his
hostess. Rebecca guided him to eat her pussy to get it
open and wet for his big tool. She started on top and
was able to take a little more than half, which was
plenty "fulfilling".
Discovering that he didn't know how to kiss, she moved
slowly on the big rod as she taught him that oral skill
too. He really liked her. She was pretty and related to
him quite well. After multiple climaxes, Rebecca began
to tire. Her sister had finished with and dismissed her
man, and was laying beside them watching. "Rebecca, can
I have a turn?", she pleaded.
"Only if you save his cum for me."
Iimja spoke up, "I have plenty for both of you. Just
tell me when you want it." The sisters looked at each
other is amazement. Guys usually had little control over
their ejaculations, often to the girl's disappointment.
Miriam carefully climbed on, aided by a semen lubricated
pussy. She took a little more of the length than
Rebecca, but that didn't matter a bit. She rode for a
while as her lover got acquainted with her bouncing
breasts. Testing his claim, she asked, "OK, shoot in me
now." He did and she came big time.
Rebecca got back on that still fully hard cock and rode
to her own cum load and climax. Iimja slept with a woman
on each side, a hand from each on the tubular treasure
they had found.
Rebecca was still his garden supervisor so, after the
experience that night, she would find excuses to walk
him to a secluded location and enjoy his cock, and knew
she wasn't detracting from his partner that night. She
found that she was gradually able to take all of his
length, although that did lessen the pleasure from her
other partners a bit.
His mastery of ancient English grew rapidly.
During the copulations with women of many ages, sizes,
and shapes, he would question them about their
experiences, feelings, and thoughts about sex. At this
time in history, conventional culture promoted a
covenant called marriage where a man and a woman pledged
to be lifelong partners. This was supposed to encourage
sexual monogamy, known paternity, and support of
offspring. This was widely ignored, and especially so in
the commune, as he discovered in his research.
Married women in this group averaged more regular and
occasional male sex partners than the single ones. There
were two pregnant women, one married and one not.
Neither could say for certain that they knew whose sperm
had fertilized them and they didn't really care. They
enjoyed his penetrations just as much as any other woman
had.
He also sat on the beach or around a campfire with the
men, drinking homebrew beer and wine, initiating
discussions about how they felt about sex. At first
envious of his endowment, they discovered that he was
modest about it and their women were happy. The married
men tended to have sex more with single women, perhaps
subconsciously not wanting to intrude on another man's
"territory" even though all espoused the belief that
your genitals were "yours" to use as you wished.
Privately, quite a few said that they felt they had to
"reclaim" their spouse after she was inseminated by
another. Probably some sperm competition just in case
she was fertile. Unlike women, their capacity for
intercourse wasn't unlimited. Some of the wives could
keep their husbands so well drained in this way with
their carnal activities that they wouldn't have the
energy to screw another woman.
After he had coupled with all the interested women in
the commune, he asked to stay with Rebecca. Miriam was
thrilled, hoping to get some of his attention from the
proximity. May finally agreed but on the condition that
once a month he make himself available on her big mat to
whoever wanted him. He was delighted.
He was delighted to see Rebecca coupling with other
partners, often when he was nearby with the ever ready
Miriam. He carefully observed Rebecca's reactions to the
things they did to her and watched what she did to them.
When they finished he liked to replay the session from
his detailed memory with his body in place of the
previous man. He also loved the feeling of a pussy
freshly inseminated, a very erotic kind of lubricant.
With his bodily control, you can imagine what an event
the monthly "fuck-in" was. The men would stop by to
watch, simply amazed that any man, let alone a giant
cocked one, could stay hard for hours, wearing out and
cumming in one woman after another. Of course they were
welcome to screw any interested woman who was waiting
her turn with the star attraction. Many women preferred
being loosened up at bit before taking that big shaft.
As the time drew near for the termination of the
research visit, Iimja got depressed. He loved this
rather primitive life. The vigorous exercise from garden
and sex had him more toned than ever in his 300 years.
He was having unbelievable pleasure with lots of loving
people. He was falling in love with Rebecca. He didn't
want to go back.
But he must. So one day he announced that he had to take
a journey from which he might never return. There were
many tears and lots of loving goodbyes. He walked naked
into the woods to the place he had arrived, lay on his
back looking at the sky, and felt his consciousness
flowing away to the future. When it had gone, his
temporary body began disintegrating into the molecules
it had formed from.
The scientists were ecstatic at how well their device
had worked. Iimja spent the next 50 years recording and
analyzing his experiences. Another sex researcher, a
woman, read some of his early reports and journeyed to
meet him. She stayed a long time, fascinated by his
stories and asking for demonstrations. She was 80
calendar years older than him and had lots of adolescent
sex but nothing like he was describing. His own, modern
body could do little of what he had experienced. He
became angry. She was frustrated.
Together they created a project. His pilot research
suggested some obvious follow up studies, so soon enough
Iimja felt himself waking up looking at the Florida sky
only a week, local time, after he left. Next to him was
forming the porn star inspired body of Yssup, his fellow
researcher. They had a thirty year mission planned and
he could hardly wait to show her what these bodies could
do.
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