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Florida Is For Lovers - 2
by Tony Tiger (tonytigerxxx@yahoo.com)
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Sex researchers from the future finish their mission.
(MF-cpls, sci-fi, rom, swingers)
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30 Years Later
Yssup felt her consciousness gathering in the avatar
body. She opened her eyes to a blue sky and clouds.
Turning her head to the side she saw a large unfamiliar
man. He smiled, "Welcome to Florida my fellow traveler."
It was Iimja. Wow, did he look different, but so will I.
She raised her head and looked towards her feet. She
couldn't see them because of the very large breasts in
the way. "THAT'S real different," she thought. Her home
body had A cups. These were F. Her body had been modeled
after Virginia Bell, a busty beauty from that
approximate time.
Iimja helped her stand up and learn to walk. Being so
top heavy didn't make things easier. She had spent long
hours with her mentor learning ancient English, customs,
and other bits of useful information. But she couldn't
practice with her body until she was in it. Arm in arm
they walked slowly towards the beach.
Coming to the top of a dune, Yssup stopped in her
tracks. This was utterly amazing! No wonder Iimja wanted
to return. What an adventure!
She was a lot steadier by the time they got to the
commune. Some kids saw them coming and ran out.
Recognizing Iimja they escorted the two while one boy
ran ahead to alert Mother May who met them at the edge
of the buildings.
Yssup said, "You must be Mother May. I've heard so many
good things about you. My name is Yssup and I'm Iimja's
sister." They had decided on this cover for simplicity.
Surprised yet pleased, May hugged Iimja and then Yssup.
"Welcome. Wasn't sure if you'd be back and here you
are...with company even. Come in. Are you hungry?" They
replied that they were more thirsty than hungry.
Iimja escorted his "sister" around the commune,
introducing her and pointing out things they'd talked
about. At one point he said, "It is customary for
newcomers to have sex with Mother May and/or Reverend
Bill, her main companion. Are you ready to try out your
new body parts?"
"I think so. Will you couple with me too?"
"In this time there is still some disapproval of sibling
intercourse but there may not be much here. Anyway I
think that you need to get used to normal size penises
before you try mine. Rebecca is the only one who has
been able to take me fully. We will be discreet when the
time comes."
Reverend Bill did a good job with Yssup for her "first
time". He was highly stimulated by the big firm breasts
and brought his guest to a magnificent orgasm. Iimja
happily banged May and did notice that Yssup wanted
another ride in the middle of the night. In the shower
the next morning Yssup confided that she had never
imagined sex could be THAT much fun.
The two of them roomed with Rebecca and Miriam. It did
get a bit crowded at times when there were very many
extra sex partners but no one complained. You just might
get some more from the person on the next pallet.
Besides the ongoing sex lessons, aided by advice and
demonstrations from Mother May, Yssup learned domestic
skills. Her breasts were a handicap in the outdoor work
so she learned that food can be prepared by other than a
3D printer. She also discovered that small children can
often outrun and outwit an adult caretaker.
Her work shift ended after the lunch service was done
and cleaned up. She often walked to the ocean and
through the scrubby woods. A couple of young men struck
up an acquaintance and delighted showing her around. She
wisely figured that they wanted proximity to her
breasts. Finally, one of them said that she never went
in the ocean. Could she swim? She lied, "No one has ever
taught me."
Two eager males had a perfect reason to get their hands
on her body. She easily manipulated them and there was
lots of skin-on-skin contact. There was a fresh water
shower at the beach and she asked them to soap parts she
couldn't reach. That ended up being almost everything
from the neck down. She happily cleaned their erections
too.
After drying each other off, she coyly asked, "Did I
make those things so big and hard?" They nodded. "Well,
I guess I'd better take care of them. Taking their
towels she laid them on the grass, she put a guy on each
one and for the next hour, sucked and rode the rods
until they couldn't get hard any more. Kissing them
goodbye she said, "Thanks for the lessons."
That night she lay next to Iimja and told him of her
adventure. They had the shack to themselves since
Rebecca and Miriam were spending the night elsewhere.
Yssup moved down and showed her "brother" the oral
skills she had learned. When he reached his magnificent
fullness, she straddled him and carefully engulfed the
large pleasure pole. With her body control it didn't
take too long before he was fully embedded. She moaned
with the new fullness and they coupled for a long time,
touching and stimulating each other until they climaxed
and fell asleep, still connected.
Roberta found them that way and marveled at the sight.
She kissed them both awake and said with a grin,
"Keeping it in the family, I see! It's OK. I've screwed
my brother a few times."
The researchers' plans required something that would
cost money, and that wasn't a likely possibility at the
commune. So they got a ride into the nearest town and
explored for ideas. Having no identification they had to
cook for cash paying situations.
Turning a corner they came across a "titty bar"
featuring topless dancers and other sexually oriented
entertainment. Iimja laughed and said that Yssup was far
from "topless" but it was the best thing they'd found
yet.
The owner almost had a fit when he saw Yssup even in the
tie-dyed baggy loose dress. When she showed him what she
had, he hired her on the spot. Iimja bargained for a job
for himself too and insisted than both be paid in cash
"under the table". Deal! They would start Friday night.
Mother May laughed like crazy when she found out and
brought out some wine and pot to celebrate. The
researchers' bodies didn't respond to alcohol or drugs
so they joined in just to be polite. When she got a bit
high, May showed Yssup the kind of dancing she needed to
do, having had the same experience when she needed some
cash. She explained lap dances and how one could make a
lot more money providing "personal services" in the back
rooms.
Yssup's body and skills quickly made her a busy favorite
on the weekend nights she worked even though she set her
prices higher than the other girls. After the bar
owner's cut she could still clear a grand a weekend.
Iimja got a helper job at the bar during the busy times
she was working there. He was paid in cash, although it
was very little compared to her income. They needed to
be as "underground" as possible.
Soon enough they bought some forged birth certificates
allegedly from a small town where the courthouse had
burned down shortly after their supposed births. They
chose "Futura" as a last name. Kind of an inside joke.
Then getting a driver's license, their only concession
to bureaucracy, was easy followed by getting their own
nondescript used car. The lack of computerized records
made such deviousness relatively easy.
After six months of banging the locals, the plan said
they needed to go to an urban environment. Tampa-St
Petersburg wasn't too far away so they found a
relatively inexpensive oceanside cottage to rent. Iimja
took as much of their earnings as possible and purchased
gold and select stocks that he knew from the historical
records would rapidly appreciate in the next few years.
Hindsight is perfect!
Looking deeper into the sex worker business, Yssup
easily got a job with a classy escort agency. Soon
enough she was at the top of the popularity and price
lists. Only servicing a few clients a week was a lot
easier and way more fun since they often showed her off
around town. She took some yacht and ocean cruises and
attended corporate functions, although those, for an
appropriate fee, often involved servicing a number of
men.
Most of her clients were distracted enough by her skills
that they didn't wonder about all the rather specific
questions she would ask, filing away the answers in her
mental data bank. She was here to do research, she never
forgot.
Iimja got to do his share too once the agency learned
about his genital endowment. Gigolos weren't as common
as female escorts but there was a demand, especially if
they had big cocks and no sperm. He had his questions
too.
Lots of cash was rolling in and the investments grew
too.
Every month they would visit the commune and spend a
couple of nights. Some cash found its way into Mother
May's purse to help out. On one visit May told them that
she heard that the property was going to be put up for
sale. What would they do? Where would they go?
Iimja found the owner and offered the unheard of price
of $2000 per acre for the 100 acres. He couldn't say YES
fast enough. A trust was set up to own the property.
Iimja knew that the land would be purchased in about 25
years to build a luxury resort.
Mother May was overjoyed when the new owner gave her a
written occupancy permit for 25 years and the trust
built a nice cabin on the property and had the barn
rehabbed. May was paid a small salary to be caretaker of
the property. It was the getaway/hideaway place for
Iimja and Yssup and, most importantly, the place where
they eventually had to return to the future.
Having gathered all the data they needed about the
commercial side of sex, the couple from the future
wanted to explore another angle. They rented a house in
the suburbs and subscribed to wife swapper publications.
Turns out there were a few couples of that persuasion in
the area, just as they thought, and they made contacts.
This time they pretended to be married.
Getting the amateur side of sex was more fun than the
professional because they could really do in-depth
interviews and see how the relationships evolved. They
had fewer partners but more quality ones. Of course
there were the occasional swapper parties where you were
paired up by the draw of cards or some other random
thing.
They enjoyed the visits to adult nudist resorts because
they were reminded of the commune days. The visits to
Mother May were regular but grew less frequent.
Some side excursions to check out adult bookstores and
movie theatres added a little to the story. Difficult to
probe into the minds of people, mostly men, who
frequented such places, but Yssup was able to get a few
to overnight with her and picked their brains a bit.
It was the year 2000. The research project was ending
and things had to be wrapped up. Back in the early 80's
Iimja had established a small nonprofit research
foundation and given the land trust to it. He had
gradually donated his investments as well, keeping a
stash of cash and gold sufficient for a nice
undocumented lifestyle.
He'd managed the stocks well and, in late 1999 sold all
of the holdings just before the big market crash. Many
were in high tech and had swollen in value rapidly. The
foundation was worth $20 million.
That was enough to set some research goals for a small
human staff. The findings were not to be published but
archived in a particular way and stored in a particular
place, able to be retrieved safely far in the future.
Time to wrap up this extended visit. The property was
sold to the developers as expected. A somewhat puzzling
provision was that Mother May's cabin was to be
relocated to a spot at the edge of the property when
development started and she granted lifetime occupancy.
Her Social Security had started so she was set.
The commune was long dissolved, and Reverend Bill
deceased, but May usually kept a young man or two around
to help with chores which included exercising her pussy.
She always wanted to be in shape when Iimja visited.
On one of these visits, the couple took her down to the
beach. Iimja started, "Dear Mother May. I have known you
for a long time and I love you dearly, as does Yssup.
There are some things we need to share with you. You met
us more than 30 years ago yet, except for some grey that
we put in our hair, we have not aged at all. That is
because we are not regular humans. I think you'd better
sit down."
Yssup continued, "We are sex researchers from far in the
future. This was an interesting era to study and you
have helped us immensely. We purchased this land and
have done other things to make your life comfortable. We
are not supposed to reveal the future but I can say you
will have a long life. We have to go back in a few
days."
May looked at them. "I knew there was something special
about you two but couldn't put my finger on it. That
helps me understand a lot of things and I'm content with
that. If I've helped others in the present with my
commune, or in the future with your work, then I have
made a difference and am happy. I know to keep this
completely confidential even though anyone I told would
think I was doing drugs again.
"You know I love both of you like my children. Speaking
of which, Rebecca and her four kids are coming tomorrow.
Miriam has two. Let's have a beach party!"
Iimja and Yssup looked at each other. What a great
finale to their trip.
Rebecca and Miriam were overjoyed to see the two. It had
been a very long time. They introduced their children,
all by different fathers except that one daughter of
each might have the same one. No marital bonds to cause
trouble either.
After a fun afternoon naked in the sun and surf, a
picnic dinner, and s campfire at the beach, the middle
age kids took the youngest to the cabin and the adults
got down to some serious fun.
Both of the daughters' current male companions,
noticeably younger and fit, had coupled with Mother May
before so they were hot for Yssup. The daughters were
hungry for Iimja. That left the daughters' oldest, a boy
and a girl, to refresh their cousinly coupling for
starters. They were joined by May's consort, a man in
his early thirties.
Lots of lusty sounds in the dim moonlight. Bodies moving
together and changing places to merge with other bodies
until the normal humans were sated. Next was a group
rinse off in the beach shower and deciding who would
sleep with who.
The next day some mats were set up away from the main
area so that couples (or more) could play away from the
youngsters. On one such private coupling, Rebecca looked
at Iimja and remarked, "You sure mush have good genes. I
don't think you look or feel any older than when we
first fucked almost thirty years ago. How do you do it?"
"My father was very long lived so I guess I will be
too." If she heard the real numbers she would have been
shocked.
"Well, I wish you could have fathered one of my
children. You are much more the man than any of the ones
that did. You know I still love you best."
"I know, and you will always be special to me, just like
your mother."
They made love sweetly and for a long time.
The morning after all the others left, Mother May
accompanied them to the returning place. She hugged and
kissed both of them with tears in her eyes. No words
were needed; goodbyes had already been said. May turned
away as the time travelers lay down on the grass. When
she turned back their molecules were blowing away in the
breeze. "Dust to dust" popped into her mind. She sat
down and cried for a while. Not for them, but for her
own loss.
Going back to the cabin she used the key Iimja had given
her to open the heavy suitcase they left. Inside was a
lot of currency and gold with a note. "We know you will
spend this wisely." The first thing she did was get a
marble marker with their names which she placed where
they had departed. She hoped they'd find it in the
future, not knowing that it would be under many feet of
ocean by then.
Her ashes were scattered at that very spot many years
later by her daughters.
When the travelers emerged from their enclosures they
looked at each other and laughed. What puny bodies!
Their very first action was to visit the cloning
laboratories and talk to the head of R&D. They gave him
the specifications of their avatars and said "Build
these for us!"
Life and love was about to change in their time...
END
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