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INTRODUCTION
This series is written about my adventures arising from an amazing discovery I made six months ago, just after my 60th birthday. I found what appeared to be some kind of electronic tablet/pad when excavating a site we were developing.
It was not the same as any I had seen before. It was built strongly from a material I did not recognize. I forgot about it until I was going to bed. I decided I would try and get it working. The first thing I noticed was that the date that showed on the screen was for five years previous. I got no further than changing the date before deciding to turn the light out.
When I woke things seemed strange. I was in the bedroom I used to sleep in and it was decorated as it had been years before. What happened next shook me to the core. The door opened and my wife who had died five years ago walked in with a huge smile on her face. I was so shocked I had to pretend I was ill until I could try and understand what was happening. That first day was fantastic. I remembered much of what happened as what happened about ten years earlier. I said nothing to my wife about what I was experiencing and she took me at face value. Having missed her since her death I was particularly attentive to her and we ended the day having the best I could remember us having.
Waking the next day I was back in my bed and my wife was nowhere to be found. The tablet was there and the date it showed was exactly ten years ago. What I discovered over the next few weeks was that if I set a date from the past I woke up as I had on that day in the past. It happened every time and I experimented almost every night. I could live the day in my past and change that day. I decided to change my life by betting on things I knew would happen. Things like horse races. When waking back in the present nothing had changed and I realized that I could not affect the present by changing the past days.
I started to select days in the past when particular events or opportunities had arisen so that I could relive or amend those events to be more enjoyable. The attached stories record some of the days I enjoyed.
1
One of the earliest dates I chose to return to was the day I turned down the opportunity to punish the most gorgeous girl I knew. Julie had pleaded with my best friend (her boyfriend) not to end their relationship but to punish her for her cheating. He had said that he could not punish her but she could earn a reprieve by taking punishment from one of his friends. As his best friend I was asked to carry out the punishment but to my eternal regret turned the opportunity down. I later found out what had happened when another friend took the opportunity.
When I woke that day aged 18 I ensured that I let everything progress as it had that day. This time though when offered the chance to meter out the punishment I agreed pretending to do it with great reluctance. Knowing that Julie had got very aroused when originally punished I set out to ensure it was even more exciting with me. She explained to me that she had pleaded with him to punish her himself but he could never bring himself to do so.
I took her to the bedroom where once we were alone she became very submissive and clearly excited. I told her she would go over my knee for a spanking followed by a strapping from my belt. I sat with my back to the bedhead and pulled her across my knees. When I flicked her skirt up at the back I was astonished that her panties were soaking wet along the length of her pussy and well beyond. Her excitement was also very evident as the aroma that greeted my nostrils was unmistakable.
I ran my hand between her legs and loved the hot wetness that greeted me.
“I am so sorry I cannot help it. I was spanked when I was younger by my uncle and it always had this effect on me. Please don’t tell anyone I will take my punishment, whatever you demand.”
This was even better than I could wish for; the stunning girl was asking me to forgive her for getting aroused. When I was 18 it would probably have spooked me but now I could not ask for more. I ran my fingers up and down the length of pussy on the outside of her panties. Her bottom was firm even muscular with a lovely tone. I was spreading more natural lubrication than I had ever encountered over her panties and the cheeks of her bottom.
She was pushing her hips up to welcome my fingers and making mewing noises that confirmed she was highly aroused. She was obviously not the only person highly aroused. It felt strange to be in the body of an 18 yearold even if it was my 18 yearold body. It felt strange as a sixty yearold to have this stunning young girl willingly lying across your lap.
The first spank was fantastic. The noise, the feel and the view of her bottom as it sprung back into position were so erotic. She settled quickly to receive the next spank. No complaint even though it must have stung badly just contented sighs. The next five were delivered with at least as much force and the reaction was just as positive.
I am sure that the 18 yearold me would have come in my pants but this version of me was loving every second of proceedings. I asked Julie if she was ok. The answer shocked and excited me.
“Yes I am kind of okay but could I ask you a favor please? Would you please spank me harder, much harder? I used to, I used to….. my uncle used to hit me harder and well maybe I would feel more punished.”
She was not only apologizing for being aroused but she was asking me to spank her harder. I knew she was excited but she was asking me to excite her more. I eased her panties down and she raised her bottom and hips to enable me to take them off her feet. She immediately opened her legs and my hands soon found her hot cheeks and her very hot wet pussy. I could tell she was close to orgasm and her movements seemed to be trying to bring this about.
“Stop, stop please stop.”
I knew it was too good to be true, or at least I did until she added.
“Nothing compares to an orgasm while being spanked. Please spank me, spank me hard and don’t stop until I finish coming whatever I say or do. But first as uncle always said I need to show a little appreciation of your effort so far.”
She had me stripped below the waist and my rockhard cock in her mouth in seconds. She might have only been 18 but her mouth was skilled. She only gave me a minute or so before draping herself across my lap. I knew she thought I would spank her as I had before but I decided that I might have a trick or two her uncle had not.
Getting back to the position I had spanked her I managed to line my cock up with her pussy. The angle was not good but I had no problem getting my still not fully matured cock up her very accommodating pussy. She seemed both surprised and very happy with this development. I did not fuck her but ensured I was buried as deep as the position enabled.
Now as I spanked her she seemed quite unable to stop herself me. There was a real danger of her forcing me out particularly as her pussy was so wet.
To this day I have never heard a female so excited. She was imploring me to spank her harder and fuck her harder. The latter I had little control over. The former I obliged so much that my hand was becoming sore. The spanking was violent but the orgasm was even more violent. I had to try and keep us attached and her bottom in a position to spank. I worked hard and managed it to be rewarded with the most spectacular experience ever.
My own orgasm was almost lost in my enjoyment of hers. Mine was short but very sweet. She was slumped almost lifeless across my lap as my cock flopped out of her. She was quieter now but kept thanking me and telling me how it was the best spanking she had ever experienced.
I gently played with her bottom and pussy, which were still awash. I thought I was quietly ending the session but Julie had other ideas.
“Benny will not accept that you have punishment unless he can see at least half a dozen stripes from your belt. She positioned herself on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees with her bottom high in the air. Her hands were busy between her legs well before I landed the belt the first time. She told me to hit her much harder to ensure her bottom was clearly marked.
I had no wish to hurt her but increased the force of the next five.
“Thank you, thank you so much. That was wonderful but can you finish off as uncle always did.”
“I have to ask how did uncle finish off.”
“He screwed me but he always refused to fuck my pussy saying I would have to wait until I was 21. He called it my uncle hole. He fucked me up my bottom. Please fuck it and fuck it hard, it is much nicer that way.”
“Who I am I to disagree with your uncle.”
I expected her bottom to be as tight as it looked but my fully recovered young cock slipped in with little resistance. Now I concentrated only on my pleasure. The expanse of her bottom looked red raw with five or six belt marks very angry looking. As I approached my second orgasm I took a firm grip on the most damaged areas of her bottom and pinched and squeezed them hard.
We exploded together and I did not stop pumping until we had both become far to sensitive to carry on.
When the 18 yearold me fell asleep that night I felt a greater ual satisfaction than the 60 yearold me had ever felt. I also knew that the potential for future adventures was endlessly exciting.
2
Introduction
My first few trips back into the past fell into two main categories. like 1 where I wanted to change the experience and stories where I just wanted to relive them. This was another that fell into the first. I visited my best friend’s house on dozens of times during two summers when I was 18 and 19. He had a gorgeous older sister but the is not about her it is about his mother. She must have been in her thirties but looked more like late twenties. She always paid me lots of attention but this was always to tease and taunt me. The day described below would be quite different to any that happened in the past.
It was a Saturday so the whole family was at home. We spent time by the pool with Mr T ignoring his wife most of the time. Mrs T teased me about watching Tim’s sister saying that I fancied her. She was kind of right but I little unfair. Mrs T wore a bikini, which did little more than cover her nipples and any pubic hair she might have had.
Mr T did notice enough to suggest that she might wish to put something a little less revealing, given that there was a guest. Her response to that was to ask me whether it was embarrassing for me to see her dressed as she was. I assured them that it was fine by me. Her two children however said that it was embarrassing them.
As always she took ever opportunity to give me the most erotic views of her body. Leaning over me when giving me a drink or bending over with her back to me. She complimented me on how much my training had developed my body. She even managed to get me to apply sun cream to her back.
When we came inside late in the afternoon she changed into a summer dress that was low cut and quite short. I remembered that this particular day she had managed to position herself and me so that even though there were five of us in the room she was able to give me a view of her pussy that no one else could see. I mean her pussy not her panties, as she did not have any on. With the cleanest shaven pussies I have ever seen and the excellent light there was no detail I could not see.
During half an hour she had displayed herself endlessly to me and caught me looking time and time again. She knew she had worked me up as best she could when she said she would unfortunately have to go and prepare dinner. I decided this was my chance to experience a very different end to the day and insisted that she allowed me to help her. With a knowing smile and a glint in her eye she accepted my offer.
The kitchen area was largely screened from the lounge area but working on the island cooking area meant that we were facing and could see anyone in the lounge and visa versa. I was determined to take advantage of the situation and even seek a little bit of revenge. As soon as Mrs T had her hands occupied I slipped my hand under her short skirt and between her legs. Her pussy was warm with just a hint of moistness. She gasped as I found my target.
“Oh Mrs T that has got warm very quickly. I am not used to cooking on gas. How long do you think it will take to bring it to the boil?”
She turned away from the others long enough to shoot me a dirty look. I noticed that her movement had only made my access to her pussy easier. Her next comment set the scene.
“I think that it is much better if it is brought to the boil very slowly and then allowed to simmer for at least ten minutes.”
“Is that nostick or would it be better to oil it a little?”
I did not wait for her to answer my question. I withdrew my hand from between her legs and covered my fingers and thumb with the oil that was in front of me. When I slipped them between her legs again I found her anus with my thumb. My fingers covered her pussy right round to her clit. With a deep intake of breath she bent slightly at the waist and my thumb eased into her relaxed bottom. My middle finger was also better positioned to tease her clit.
Without moving much Mrs T was able to carry on preparing the meal and working herself against my fingers. We held conversations with the others who were blissfully unaware what we were doing. The level of conspiratorial behavior cranked right up when Mrs T reached behind her and took firm hold of my more than firm cock.
“My goodness there is a lot of heat in this kitchen right now.”
My reply to this was to increase the penetration of my thumb and say.
“I agree would you like me to open the backdoor even wider Mrs T?”
She actually choked as she tried to stifle her laugh.
“I didn’t realize that cooking could be so much fun. It obviously excites you greatly Mrs T. Mr T do you often help your wife in the kitchen she is such an inventive cook.”
This earned my cock a very tight squeezing. I wanted to up the ante and also bring her very beautiful but quiet daughter into the conversation.
“Do you enjoy cooking as much as your Mum does Millie?”
“No I find it very boring actually.”
Mrs T seemed slightly annoyed by me involving her daughter and said.
“Please move over I need to get something out of the draws down there.”
For the first time in many minutes my fingers were no longer playing with her now very wet pussy. She knelt down and ripped my shorts down taking my erection deep into her mouth in one go. The 18 year old me had never been sucked off but the sixty yearold appreciated the expertise that Mrs T was showing.
I was amazed when she stayed on her knees sucking me and reached round to find the center of my bottom. She pushed me into her mouth and took me until her lips were tickling my balls. I panicked when Mr T asked when dinner would be ready. I hoped he did not hear my erection bouncing up to hit my stomach as she very calmly said that it would take however long it would take, but about 15 minutes. She took me deep again in her mouth and I was afraid I might lose it.
It took only a few seconds to realize why she had done this. Standing up she lifted her dress to her waist and bent well forward. I was in no doubt what she intended and sought out her pussy with my newly lubricated prick. Being smaller than it became over the next few years it sunk reasonably effortlessly into the warm wet and welcoming pussy.
I reached round and found her clit with ease. Her whole body went rigid and at this she stopped talking midsentence. This triggered Mr T to ask if she was all right. Her answer was that she was fine but could do with a gin and tonic. There was no way I wanted to be interrupted, as we were both very excited at this point. Her breathing was now labored and I knew I could reward her with an orgasm if I wished to.
“If you want an orgasm you need to promise me to stop teasing me. I can come any time I wish but I think you need just a little help yet. Are you enjoying my 18 yearold cock Mrs T?”
“How does a 18 yearold boy know so much?’
“Darling would you like me to bring your drink over the ice is melting?”
Her whole body tensed up at this, including her pussy. I thought everyone would sense the panic in her voice when she said rather loudly.
“No dear it is all right we are just coming. We will be finished here in a minute.”
If I had been in any doubt that she was enjoying not only the but the danger of the situation I was now left in no doubt. She had changed who she was teasing from me to Mr T.
“There are just a couple of things left to bring to the boil then we can join you.”
The last words of this sentence were slightly strained as her body finally succumbed to the inevitable orgasm. She managed to keep her body above the waist reasonably still but she could not control her hips. They pumped back and forward on my cock as she swore repeatedly under her breath as we both exploded in orgasm. My orgasm was that of an 18 yearold, with many powerful squirts deep inside her.
I was sure every one in the house must have sensed what was happening. If they did there was no evidence that any of the three not 15 feet away knew anything. As my softening cock flopped out of her pussy one blob of cum dropped onto the floor. I went to clear this up only to be discouraged by Mrs T.
We were soon back in the lounge and I could not resist asking.
“When you spend time in the kitchen do you always insist that Mr T does all the clearing up. We have made quite a mess haven’t we?”
“Oh I will certainly make sure Mr T cleans up all the mess that we made this evening.”
3
Introduction
My wife teased me for years about what happened or more accurately what hadn’t happened on one particular evening early in our marriage. She had gone out for a girl’s night out with her best friend. They returned highly revved up and a little worse for drink. Brenda, my wife, had told me that her friend Cathy had confessed that she was desperate for some good oldfashioned and she had gone without since she left her boyfriend. Due to Cathy appearing a bit drunk I had declined much against my instinct and much to my eternal regret.
When I revisited that night the girls arrived home and they sat on the sofa opposite me giggling loudly and teasing me. This time I did nothing to discourage them while making no move to oblige. I even entered the teasing suggesting that Cathy did not seem that desperate and she would have to prove to me that she really wanted me to have with her.
Brenda moved to the end of the sofa and lay with her back to the arm. She then pulled a very willing Cathy so that Cathy had her back to Brenda and was between her legs. Brenda’s skirt was now nearly round her waist and Cathy’s clothing was all over the place.
“How does Cathy prove to you that she would enjoy being fucked by you. Does this help?”
With this Brenda pulled the thin shoulder straps of Cathy’s dress off her shoulders bringing her beautiful boobs into full view. Not content with that Brenda ran both her hands over both of them. Cathy’s nipples turned from large and erect to thick long and huge.
“How does that feel?”
“Fuck that feels wonderful do not stop, please do not stop. If it gets much better I might manage without a prick. I have never had a woman but I think you maybe in danger of turning me.”
As she said that her legs opened I had the perfect view of the thong that was nestled deep in her pussy and slightly oversized bottom. I wanted to jump over there and bury my tongue as deep as the thong but wanted to see more and also tease just a little. There was no mistaking that Cathy was very ready for some serious ual action but for a strange reason I wanted my wife to do more than just give me permission to fuck the gorgeous Cathy.
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