The following stories take place entirely in the realm of fantasy. The stories represent situations that are often gratuitously sexual, fetishistic, and taboo. They include incest, public sex, urine play, voyeurism, consensual non-consent, and adipophilia. These elements are meant purely to sexually excite. All characters involved in sexual activity are aged 18 or older.
“You are in no danger. We are medical experts. You are receiving medical care. Please relax your body as we examine you.”
I can’t see anything. My skin tingled with the unique sensation of a cold that had gone so far it burned, and the voice in my ears had an accent that drifted between Swedish and valley girl. At least she sounded calm. I tried to move my arms. No dice.
“Everything is fine. You will be able to move around and see very soon. Please lie still.”
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“My name is Eka Yol, but you may have an easier time with the name Katrina.”
“Like the hurricane? The one that hit New Orleans.” I blinked against a blinding white light, and turned my head toward the source of the voice.
“...uh…Whatever name you like, Mr. Kennedy.” She sounded doubtful, as if I’d thrown her off with the hurricane comment. I swallowed, my dry throat rubbing on itself like sandpaper. My voice rasped as I spoke.
“Eka… I need a glass of water.”
I heard… footsteps? Then clinking. I felt a cold, hard straw in my mouth and pulled, and I felt cool liquid coursing over my tongue and softening my poor skin.
“Thank you,” I coughed. “Where am I?”
“You are in the Central Naciene Anthropological Studies Center in the city of Naciene, on the corner of Spring Street and Carter, on the third floor, second door on the left.”
“That told me everything and nothing. Where is Naciene?”
“Mr. Kennedy, it might be best if I explained more thoroughly once we ensure your health and comfort.”
“Okay,” I swallowed again, “More water, please.”
I heard movement, and the metal straw touched my lips.
A machine whirred. My body warmed. I smelled… lemons? And some kind of cleaner. Eka’s nails clacked on a tablet. I tried to focus as small shapes began to clarify in the bright white light of my vision.
How did I get here? I was… In San Francisco. Working as a copy editor. No - I lost that job to AI. I was a… schoolteacher? Yes, English. No, retired. I had retired from teaching. My wife had died. Kids had moved away. They’d received the news over video call. I had cancer. Cancer!
“Is this the cancer treatment center?” I saw Eka’s shape now, sitting on my right. I couldn’t make out any details beyond her form. Everything was so bright.
“Cancer treatment? You did have an extremely aggressive cancer of the pancreas, Mr. Kennedy. That has been corrected. Currently, we are regenerating your eyes. The thawing process destroyed them entirely. Please relax your body.”
“It’s been… corrected?” I blinked, and relaxed. “What’s my prognosis?”
“Prognosis…” she tapped on her keyboard. “I’m afraid I don’t know that word.”
Despite my condition, I still had the capacity for concerned surprise. My eyebrows raised.
“You’re a doctor and you don’t know what a prognosis is?”
“I’m not a doctor. I’m still learning English.”
“Oh. A prognosis is like… tell me how long I have to live.” I relaxed a bit. I must be in some European doctor’s office.
“Do you wish to die, Mr. Kennedy?”
“...The fuck?”
I could see, finally. Eka was a blonde woman, slim but fit. She wore a… Tennis outfit? With a little white skirt and short sleeve shirt to match. And a visor. She could have walked out onto the court at Wimbledon and looked at home. She was young and beautiful too. She sat in a chair, with a tablet in her lap. The machine around me was made from plastic and metal, and covered my body, focusing on my head. The whirring increased.
“The process is nearly complete. Almost finished. Do you wish to die?” she asked a second time.
“No! What the fuck?”
“Then you may live as long as you please.”
The machine clicked.
“Ah! All done. A quick test of your eyes is required. Please sit, Mr. Kennedy.” With a few more clicks, Eka removed the constraining machine and offered me a hand.
Eka shined a flashlight into my eyes, then showed me some pictures on her tablet screen.
“Identify,” she requested.
“Uh, red square. Why did you ask if I wanted to die?”
“You asked how long you had to live. I interpreted that as a wish to die.”
“Blue triangle. I meant how long do I have left, before I die involuntarily. Blue circle.”
“Ah, I see. Because of the cancer?”
“Green… shit, what are those called. Rhombus. Yes, because of the cancer.”
“That has been corrected.”
“How?”
“The cancerous cells have been redirected to proper replication. Your pancreas is as good as new. You will live for as long as you choose to live.”
“Not in this old body,” I joked. “Let’s see. Two green circles.”
“Apologies, Mr. Kennedy, your body did fail during the reconstitution process. We were forced to remit your cells. Your biological age is now roughly twenty-two.”
For the first time since waking up, I looked down. My knuckles were free of dark skin blotches. I opened and closed my hands with no arthritic pain. I ran my hands through a full head of hair.
“If you wish to die, we will accommodate of course. Again, my deepest apologies for interfering with your biology. We had no other choice.” Eka’s lips curved down into a guilty frown.
“I’m young? How?”
“We remitted your cells. As I explained, your elderly body was failing critically throughout the reconstitution process. Your eyes collapsed. We had to replace them entirety.”
“Entirely.”
“Oh!” She jotted the correction into her tablet.
“Do you have a mirror?” I asked. Eka tapped her tablet, then swiveled it around. A front-facing camera showed me a young man. Clear skin. Thick black hair. White teeth. I felt good. I felt strong.
“Eka, how is this possible? I’m seventy-six years old.” My stomach turned with nervous unease.
“I’m ninety-four,” Eka smiled.
“Where am I? No floor, three, door number two games.” I demanded.
“The City of Naciene, on the planet Venus, in the Sol system, in the Orion arm of the Milky Way Galaxy.”
People are actually quite good at receiving news that they’re in the future. There’s not so much of the ‘panicked caveman screeching at the frightening new technology’ trope. Probably because we’ve seen so many movies about time travel. We’ve prepped ourselves for it.
“...We’re right next to home.” I smiled. “What year?”
“By your calendar, the current year is 9,902 Anno Domini. Give or take one hundred years - failures from your time, not ours.” Eka stood from her chair, offering me a hand.
“Eight thousand years?” I stood up, smacking my head on a piece of machinery. Eka turned her head in confusion.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine. How am I eight thousand years in the future?” I rubbed my head, dropping back onto the medical bed.
Eka then explained to me a very long and fascinating story that isn’t sexy or funny at all, and so will be skipped.
I blinked, shaking my head. “So after the nukes…”
“Your cryogenic chamber was buried several hundred meters beneath the streets of what was once San Francisco. The fission-based power source was crude, but effective. You have been cryogenically frozen for the duration.”
“And you guys found me while beginning to reclaim and terraform old Mother Earth.”
“Along with twelve other subjects. Precisely.”
“I only have one question left then.” I shook my head.
“Yes, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Why is the medical professional who woke me up dressed like a tennis player?” I glanced down at Eka’s midriff. She did too, examining her body.
“Are these not period-accurate clothing? Earth history is my specialty. I thought you’d feel more at home if I wore this.”
“I mean… I suppose.”
“I’m not a doctor, by the way. They’ve completed their work. I’m a historian. I have so many questions to ask you! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” Eka brightened up. Then, just as quickly, her face was serious. “But, I understand if you need some time. Would you like any food, water, or sex?”
“I think I could go for… just say that one more time?” I squinted at her.
“Would you like food, water, or sex?” she repeated, her face neutral.
“With you?”
“Whoever you like,” she shrugged. I stared at her. After a moment, she looked down at her outfit. “This wasn’t period-accurate? All of my research suggested Earth females wore this sort of clothing in your time.” Her voice climbed higher, almost whiny.
“They did, for a specific game we played. You know tennis?”
“No! Tell me everything about tennis.”
I did.
“Fascinating. And the winner was granted more wealth than the losers?” Eka tapped away on her tablet, apparently forgetting that I might need food, drink, or…
“Can I ask you about the sex question? I’m not over that.”
“Certainly.” She spoke while typing. I watched her work for a moment. It didn’t feel right to broach the issue with the doc-... the historian I’d met five minutes ago.
“Were you offering to have sex with me?”
“Yes, if you like.” She glanced up from the tablet with a brief smile, then refocused on her work.
“And if I said yes…?”
Eka was beautiful. Her cute little tennis outfit showed a flat, toned belly. Her breasts were small bumps beneath the shirt. Her face was dangerously pretty, with sharp little lips and fiercely intelligent eyes. I did want to have sex with her. But people don’t just… do that, do they?
“We can use the reconstitution table. We’ll do it however you like it.” She pointed to the bed I’d woken up on, flashed another smile, then resumed typing on the tablet. My mind raced. I glanced around the room.
“Are there… cameras in here? Will people know we did it?”
“I’m live-streaming with my implant. We have seventeen viewers currently.” With another charming smile, the gorgeous, young, ninety-year-old woman popped up from her chair, setting the table aside. She pulled her skirt down to reveal white cotton panties.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“With people watching? Will we get in trouble?” I realized I had my hands crossed over my crotch. My penis was already stiffening at the idea, but my brain couldn’t catch up.
“In trouble?” Eka lowered her panties around her knees. Her pussy was clean shaven, and I saw her outer labia pressed together to form a tight line. “Trouble how?” she asked.
“Like… is it okay if we use the doctor’s office for that?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“While people watch?”
“...yes?” She was confused. Not by the fact that we were about to fuck in a doctor’s office while people watch, but that I wasn’t on the level with it.
“Okay.” I could not conceive of any other objection. That, and I was twenty-two for the first time in fifty years. Going to prison for a Lewd and Lascivious charge probably wouldn’t have stopped me anyway.
“How do you want me?” she repeated, tossing aside her top. Her breasts were small and round. I touched them reflexively, thoughtlessly.
“Uh… do you like giving head?” I asked, fondling her tits. Eka leaned forward so I could feel her breasts as they hung from her chest.
“Love it! Penis in my mouth is one of my favorite sex activities.” she agreed.
Eka found the front of my shorts (simple boxers - probably older than the room we were in) and pulled them to my mid-thigh. With my penis exposed to the air, she picked the tip up with her tongue and sucked on the head of my cock. I was already mostly stiff, and was hard in her mouth almost immediately. Her blonde head bumped my belly, and I helpfully held her ponytail out of the way as she blew me.
“I should mention,” Eka paused, gripping my shaft while she spoke, “This is a huge moment for me. I’ve always wanted to have sex with someone from the ancient past.”
“I’ve always wanted to have sex with someone from the future.” Not strictly true, but it just popped into my head. She giggled, and put her mouth back on my cock. The blowjob was divine, and I moaned through the sensation of her soft lips on my shaft. Her tongue rubbed against the bottom, and the roof of her mouth bumped the top. She pushed me deeper and deeper, sucking my entire length. Her pretty lips were tantalizing to see wrapped around my penis.
“I’m about to cum,” I warned her. She didn’t slow down, and I let my abs tense. She redoubled her efforts. Her tongue flicked across the tip and I came, exploding in the back of her throat. She sucked more slowly, starting at the base with tight lips and pulling back to the top, squeezing every drop of cum from my body. When she pulled her mouth off of me, my cock dropped, completely exhausted, and Eka showed me an open mouth full of sperm.
“That was amazing,” I huffed.
“I woved ib boo.” Eka mumbled around my cumload. “Do you want bo baste it?”
“Uh… no thanks,” I declined with a wave of my hand. She swallowed.
“That was a lot. Eight thousand years, haha!” she joked. Then Eka retrieved her tablet. Completely nude, she sat back in her chair. She allowed her legs to fall open, and her pink cunt shone with wetness. She took a deep breath.
“Okay! Let’s talk about anatomical upgrades.”
-
“Try your implant.” This was the last time I would hear Eka’s strange accent. Once I toggled on the neurological implant, the universal translator in my head keyed on, translating the Venusian language directly into 21st century English, eliminating her need to practice English. I nodded, and turned to the man at the outdoor cooking range. Pieces of meat sizzled and popped over an open fire.
“What kind of meat is it?” I asked.
“What do you mean? It’s meat.” he replied.
I’m not gay, but it’s hard not to just… look down even once when the guy you’re talking to has his junk out.
“Like, what animal is it from?” I tried to clarify, but he closed one eye, confused. Eka appeared at my side (she’d asked if the tennis outfit made me comfortable, and I said yes, so she wore it).
“It might be best if you don’t tell anyone you have eaten real meat before,” she gripped my shoulder, whispering into my ear.
“Oh.”
“Are you hungry, sir?” the man offered a meat stick. Well, ‘meat’. I didn’t know what it was. Tasted great, though.
“How much?”
“How much what?”
“How… do you- Eka, do you guys use currency?” I turned to my companion.
“Thanks for the food,” Eka said for me. She pulled me away from the stall. Nearby, I found a bench and sat next to Eka. Then we did some people-watching while I ate.
“It’s not that different from a nudist beach,” I commented. “Took the missus to one in Spain, back in 2049.” Eka tapped away on her tablet. The street wasn’t terribly crowded. Passers-by idly strolled about in all stages of undress, from the fully clothed, to the frolicking nudes. Everyone was beautiful. Not the ‘Oh they look so happy, and that’s beautiful,’ kind of beautiful, but the ‘Olympic Village ran out of condoms’ kind of beautiful. I found it hard not to stare as two fit, tight young women jogged by completely naked, tits slapping against their chests.
“And that was uncommon in your time? Why?” Eka asked.
“Uh, I guess because some people didn’t want to see genitals.” I replied. I’d never thought about it before. Eka giggled, then covered her mouth.
“I apologize, Mr. Kennedy, I should remain impartial. But that strikes me as rather silly. What’s the problem with seeing genitals? We all have them.” Her words were clean, coming through the implant’s translator as a clear Midwest-nonregional diction. I missed the accent from her unpracticed English.
“I don’t know. I guess some people didn’t like it,” I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t really get it myself. “And that for sure would have been banned.” I tried to gesture subtly, without pointing.
“What?” Eka looked around, unsure.
“I don’t want to point.”
“Why not?”
“Seems rude. Just… over there. In the table by the tree. Looks like a picnic spot.”
I risked a quick point. Eka squinted in the direction I had indicated.
“The couple copulating?” she gasped, “You weren’t permitted to copulate?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I had kids, Eka. I meant you couldn’t do it in public like that.”
“Interesting!” Everything I said shocked her. She shook her head as she typed. “And why not copulate in public?”
“I mean, so children wouldn’t see I guess.” This time I felt like I really did have a good explanation.
“Oh. We don’t have kids. So that makes sense.”
“You don’t?”
“No, most everyone chooses to be an adult here. I haven’t seen a child in years. No… copulation… in public. What about at home? Behind closed doors.”
“Oh, sure. In your own house it was fair game.” I laughed. Eka relaxed, as if she had been worried that I was about to tell her we couldn’t. “I gotta say though, It takes some getting used to. I’m doing my best not to stare.”
“Why?”
“Why am I doing my best?”
“Not to watch. Correct.”
“Well, it’s rude to stare.” I finished my meat on a stick and looked around for a trashcan.
“Not if you ask. Would you like to watch that couple?” she asked.
In all honesty, I didn’t care to watch strangers fuck. But two factors compelled me. One, it was a bizarre and unique situation. And two, they were both insanely fucking hot.
“That’s allowed?” My eyes widened.
“Sure. I’ll show you!” Eka smiled. She jogged to the couple, and I followed right behind.
“Excuse me,” she waved as she approached. The woman was on her back, laying on a picnic table bench. Her breasts swayed back and forth. The man straddled the bench, railing her in missionary.
“My friend and I want to watch you copulate. Is that alright?” She indicated me. I jogged up behind her, shyly waving.
“Certainly,” the woman smiled. She was dark skinned, with large, dark brown nipples. The man was tall and light skinned, his cock buried straight to the hilt in his partner.
“Hello,” he paused to wave, then resumed fucking. Eka sat on the bench at the woman’s head, her eyes roaming over the scene. I stood awkwardly nearby.
“You’re both very beautiful,” Eka commented. They thanked her, and Eka looked over at me. “Want to come closer? Oh, I should explain. My friend is from a different culture. Public sex is new to him.”
“Well, that’s quite strange,” the woman craned her head back to look at me. The male half was too focused on his task to join the conversation. “Are you comfortable?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just…” a bicycle rolled by. Laughter drifted from the open porch of a nearby restaurant. People skipped rocks on a pond, celebrating the most jumps.
“Just takes some getting used to.” I confessed.
“Want to put your penis in my mouth?” she asked, “participation can help you relax.”
“Yes,” When a gorgeous woman offered oral sex, I didn’t do much thinking. I walked beside her, my boxers feeling more and more ridiculous by the moment. I lowered them enough that my genitals were exposed, and moved toward her face. The man in her pussy kept thrusting, so she bobbed back and forth as her mouth closed on my cock. She sucked me until I was hard, then started licking my balls.
I looked at Eka, who smiled. She was content to watch.
I sat back and enjoyed my second blowjob in the last two hours. The woman on the bench didn’t move as much or try to finish me - she just held my penis between her lips while she was fucked.
Her partner finished inside her, pushing himself to his deepest and groaning. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, he pulled himself out of her pussy, nodded, and walked away. The woman kept sucking my cock for a few minutes, then let go.
“Want to use my pussy?” she asked.
“No thanks,” I did, but it was full of a stranger’s cum, so I didn’t.
“No problem. I’m not interested in oral anymore,” she replied politely. I backed away, and Eka re-entered the conversation.
“Can I eat the cum out of you? I love semen.”
Damn. Eka is a kinky bitch.
“Oh, why not! I’ll be moving on afterwards, though.” The woman agreed. Eka hopped up from her bench, hurrying around to kneel between our new friend’s legs. She mashed her mouth to the woman’s cunt, licking and sucking. After a few seconds, Eka showed me a mouthful of cum, then swallowed.
“I hope you grow more comfortable with copulation,” the woman was already walking away, waving back over her shoulder.
“Thanks!” I waved back, then stupidly pulled my shorts up over my erection.
Eka and I continued down the street, talking as we walked.
“What would have been the consequence for that, in your time?” she asked.
“Uh, prison, probably.” I cringed. I was a few steps ahead before I realized Eka had stopped.
“Eka?” I turned back to search for her. She stood in the center of the street, mouth wide open as she stared at me.
“They would put you in prison, where you can’t even eat the food you like, over that?” She shouted, and a few people looked over in concern.
“Yeah, that’s one of the least bad things about prison.”
“I’m-... I’m sorry. I should remain impartial as a historian. I just can’t believe it - Earth was so much worse than we thought.” She shook her head, her eyes wide with fear and disgust.
“That’s one of the least bad things about Earth,” I sighed.
-
An open air trolley took us through the city, coasting silently through the streets. I assumed an AI or something would drive, but no, there was a man seated in the front of the car, pointing out landmarks. The closer I looked, the less he did actually seem to be driving. Or at least, he was frequently turning the autopilot on.
The city was open, breezy, and verdant. The sky above was crystal clear blue (terraforming, I assumed) and the buildings were beautiful. There were no skyscrapers, instead small, squat towers with colorful bricks and open windows covered the skyline. The streets were busy, but not crowded. People copulated openly, both on the trolley and off.
“Does he… is this his job?” I leaned over to Eka, pointing at the guy in the front. He was chatting with a lovely couple at the front of the bus (No one was fucking for now).
“Usually someone tells people about the city,” she replied, “but I don’t think it’s a job. I think he just likes doing it. You could ask him.”
“Yeah, I should. Why even have a job if there’s no money? I mean, why are you a historian?” I asked. Eka pulled her visor low over her forehead, shading her eyes from the sun.
“I’m a historian because I love it. I love learning about ancient Earth, and old Mars, the first interplanetary colonies - all of the ancient stuff fascinates me. It’s not a job though.”
“It’s not?”
“No, this is my hobby.”
“Do you have a job?” I asked. We passed an unfinished building, and workers controlled massive machines to print the foundation and part of one wall. I watched them work while Eka answered.
“There is a pond on Aqueous avenue, approximately one and a half square acres. It is my job to keep that pond clean.”
“...you clean a pond.” I turned back to Eka. Behind her, that couple from earlier had decided it was in fact time to fuck. The male sodomized the female, who lay on her chest beneath him, and the driver swiveled his chair to focus on the drive.
“Yes! I’m quite proud. I’ll take you to see it if you like.” She threaded her fingers together and set her chin on her hands, beaming.
“Full time? You clean a pond full time?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. Full of what time?”
“How long do you spend cleaning this pond?” I raised my voice slightly, blinking rapidly. Eka thought hard.
“Oh, I don’t know. It doesn’t take long. I go once every couple of weeks and spend an hour or two.”
“What about those guys?” I pointed to the construction workers with their building-printing machines.
“Construction is grueling work. Those men and women work as much as ten hours a month.” She shook her head sadly, “I couldn’t do it! I just love history too much.”
“History. Your hobby.”
“Sixty hours a week! More if I can,” she smiled. I deflated, sagging in my seat and staring down at the floor.
“Mr. Kennedy! Are you okay?”
“Just… regretting a lot of wasted time,” I sighed.
“How much do… did you work on Earth?” Eka laid a hand on my back, rubbing in circles.
“As a copy editor? Eighty hours a week. As a schoolteacher, maybe fifty.”
Eka covered her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Earth was horrible!” she gasped.
“Yeah.”
-
“I appreciate you answering so many of my questions,” Eka and I walked through an open promenade, past people selling… giving out free food, drinks, and trinkets. I watched a handsome man on his knees between two other men, sucking the cock of one and then turning his head to fellate the other. The men receiving the oral sex kissed each other passionately. Two young women paused to watch, holding hands and eating a snack. Eka (and the people around us) didn’t seem to notice. “When you paid taxes each year, was your property considered to be the sum of all your possessions? Or just certain ones?” Eka asked, and I snapped my head back to her.
“Uh, just literal property. Like real estate.” I explained. We stopped at another stall for drinks, sharing something fizzy and blue. Still walking, Eka puzzled over my explanation.
“Genuine… housing?” she asked, “I don’t understand real estate.”
“Oh, like property…” I couldn’t explain what I meant.
“...was your property considered to be the sum of all your possessions? Or just certain ones?” When Eka repeated herself, I realized I had used the word to define the word. We walked into a park along a paved path. In the meadow nearby, a woman squatted in the grass, urinating on a man who masturbated with the liquid.
“Property meaning territory. Land.” I watched as the woman proceeded to give oral sex to the man, completely uncaring about her own urine on his body.
“That’s disgusting,” Eka surprised me.
“I thought so too, but I figured it was pretty normal in your culture,” I said, watching the woman slurp the man’s cock.
“Not even a little. It’s awful to think that a person could own a piece of land like some… animal marking its territory.” Eka shuddered, and I realized she wasn’t talking about the watersports.
Finally, we crossed a small creek, coming to a stop on the shore of a pond.
“The Aqueous Avenue pond,” Eka proudly asserted, gesturing with one hand. I looked out over the calm green waters and the tall reeds on the edge.
“Not a piece of trash in sight. Looks like you do a great job.” I said.
“Thank you,” Eka held her chin up proudly.
“Can we go for a swim?” I was twenty-two and naked. I had significantly fewer inhibitions here than on Earth.
“No, not here. Wildlife only. I wear special clothing to clean it.”
“Well, it’s beautiful to look at.” I smiled. We went back to the bridge and leaned on the railing, enjoying our fruity drinks and the quiet tranquility.
“It’s really weird to get used to this,” I confessed, watching a turtle-like creature snap at flies atop the water. “The sex, I mean. It’s so open. It’s like it’s all you do.”
“Not all! We saw, what, four groups of people copulating on the way here?” Eka straightened up, indignant.
“Four is a lot for me,” I confessed.
“Out of thousands?”
“...kinda, yeah. For me.”
“Our culture is very different, Mr. Kennedy. I am learning some disturbing things about yours as well. Can we try not to judge one another?”
“Yes. Yeah, that makes sense. Agreed.”
“Very well. If you can accommodate, I have more questions.”
“I have nowhere else to be,” I shrugged.
“Then you can come home with me! I’ll visit a friend first, then we’ll go home.”
“Lead the way.” I stepped aside and followed Eka’s wonderful tennis skirt back up the path.
-
“Oh my god, are they okay?” I broke into a jog, but Eka grabbed my arm.
“She’s fine, Mr. Kennedy. That’s my friend.”
We’d crossed the promenade, turned down a street, and made our way over vehicle traffic via a pedestrian bridge. Now we came to a small public park. On the sidewalk lay Eka’s friend.
The woman was morbidly obese. Huge rolls of fat stretched the skin on her arms and legs, piled up around her buttocks, and pressed down on her neck. She was naked, laying on her chest, propped up on her arms. Her skin was clean and her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun. Another woman knelt beside her with a tray of baked treats, feeding her cakes one at a time.
“... she doesn’t need help getting up?” I raised an eyebrow. I’d worked with the odd super-morbid person in my day. This woman on the sidewalk would qualify, and likely not be able to stand up on her own.
“She is rotated several times throughout the day. She doesn’t really get up, as far as I know.” Eka turned toward her friend, waving. “Hey! Leviathan! I’ve brought someone to meet you.” Eka hurried over, and the woman, Leviathan, smiled around a mouthful of food. She chewed and swallowed, waving to us.
“Eka! So nice to see you. Who’s this?”
I walked up beside Eka and stood still. When I didn’t respond, Eka introduced me.
“This is my friend Mr. Kennedy. He’s from old Earth.”
“Incredible!” Leviathan’s eyes went wide. She had a very pretty face, and bright white teeth when she smiled. I leaned over to my guide, whispering.
“Is her name really Leviathan?” I forced my voice low, so the woman wouldn’t hear.
“Leviathan is the name she chose for herself, due to her size,” Eka didn’t feel any compulsion to keep her voice low, and Leviathan didn’t seem offended by the question in the slightest.
“Oh. Okay,” I said, unsure of how to process what was happening.
“Have you ever seen an obese person before, Mr. Kennedy?” Leviathan laughed at my shock.
“Uh, yes ma’am. Just never naked, or lying in the street.”
I glanced at the attendant who had been feeding her. The pretty naked woman held her tray of confections, patiently waiting to resume feeding.
“No place I’d rather be. Hungry?” Leviathan lifted one arm, pushing the tray towards myself and Eka. I declined by showing my palm, and Eka took a cake. “You have questions. I can tell. It’s okay! Ask away,” Leviathan smiled.
“I guess I had assumed obesity had been cured in the future.” I felt like an insensitive prick saying that.
“It’s not the future,” Eka mumbled around a mouthful.
“No one is forced to be obese, Mr. Kennedy. I choose this. I must eat constantly to maintain this body.”
“Oh.” I said. We watched each other in silence.
“More questions?” Leviathan raised both eyebrows knowingly.
“Yeah, I guess just, like, why? You can’t move, can you? Do people bring you food?”
“It’s a new experience, not really, and yes.”
“It’s my job,” the attendant chimed in. “I come by twice a week.”
“I have other helpers,” Leviathan explained, “Some get sexual satisfaction from feeding me. Some have a paternal urge to feed and take care of others. I’m well-cared for.”
“That’s great.”
“You said he’s from Earth?” Leviathan accepted another confection, chewing her food while she waited for Eka’s response.
“Mmm, yes. He’s not used to our culture. Even copulation is strange for him.”
“Public-...” I corrected.
“Yes, sorry, public copulation is strange to him. I’m sure your lifestyle is just something else he’s never seen.” I could hear the eyeroll in Eka’s words.
“Isn’t it unhealthy?” I asked, still processing the woman’s state. It just made no sense to me. “To be obese?”
“I think so? If I ever need to, I just go have my cells remitted. There’s no real risk.”
The attendant emptied her tray, then stood. She dusted crumbs off her bare legs and departed, leaving just the three of us.
“People actually come from other planets to have sex with Leviathan. She’s very popular for her shape,” Eka explained.
“I’ll bet.”
“Do you want to have sex with me?” Leviathan asked, “I’m free to use in whatever way. I don’t turn down anyone.” She proudly smiled. I examined Leviathan’s body. While she was pretty, and clean, and seemed nice, I wasn’t sure I was attracted to someone of her size.
“How often do you have sex?” I specifically didn’t answer the question.
“Ugh, not enough. Maybe a dozen times a day.”
“... a dozen.”
“There’s two things I live for, Mr. Kennedy. Sex and food. I can’t get enough of either.” Leviathan closed her eyes and smiled.
My young heart raced. In my old age, It would have been a miracle if I could get an erection at all. But now that I was a young man again, any opportunity felt like a good one. Leviathan was so open, so raw. I felt an attraction to her that I couldn’t explain.
“Okay. I’ll have sex with you.” I surprised myself, “just, uh, how?”
“Yes!” Leviathan smiled, “Since you have a penis, anyway you like. You may struggle to reach my vagina while I’m facedown, but you can use my anus, my skin, or my mouth,” she offered.
“Your skin?” I hadn’t considered that.
“The fat creates rolls of skin that press together. You can put your penis into those and thrust, whichever ones you like! The elbow and the belly are both popular.”
“Do the guys shoot stuff up in the rolls?” I asked.
“Yes, they cum into the skin folds. My cleaners come twice daily to take care of that, before it sours. This isn’t very sexy talk, Mr. Kennedy.”
“Sorry. Still curious. I think… I think I’ll try anus.”
“Yessss!” Leviathan moaned, “I’ll get you hard with my mouth. Come here.”
I did as asked, walking to the large woman’s front side. Squatting in front of her, I presented my penis.
“I can’t move much. You need to do the work.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I inched forward until my soft penis met her lips, and Leviathan sucked me into her mouth. Her tongue and lips pulled on me, sucking me until I was hard. When she was done, I pulled out of her mouth.
“Lovely cock, thank you,” Leviathan said. I walked around behind her, finding that the sag of her skin naturally pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her anus was large and light brown, facing up towards me. I leaned over the top of her, dropping a dab of spit onto her hole. She was large, and the angle was awkward.
“I don’t know if I can keep my feet on the ground and reach,” I jerked myself to maintain my erection while I talked.
“That’s okay,” Leviathan called over her shoulder, “You can lay on top of me.”
My knees sunk into her thighs, and I rolled forward to lay on top of her. Her buttocks were so voluminous, my chest laid against the small of her back. I lifted myself up with one hand, using the other to guide my cock into Leviathan’s hole. I pushed against her anus, and with a quick breech, I was inside her rectum.
“Feels nice!” She cried, “Please fuck my ass.”
I did as I was ordered. I pulled out a few inches, then pushed back into her butt, penetrating her. Her body wiggled and rolled with each thrust. I fucked Leviathan’s asshole. I was surprised when Eka walked around behind me. I felt shame when I saw her moving, worried that I’d agreed to Leviathan’s proposal too quickly.
“I love men’s balls,” Eka quickly put my concern to rest. “Ugh, that’s so hot. Leviathan, you lucky girl.”
“I am lucky, aren’t I?” Leviathan asked. Both women didn’t seem to think I needed any attention, and carried on a conversation. “You could do this too, you know. Talk to the doctors about it. Obesity is a treat.”
“I love nature hikes too much. Besides, Mr. Kennedy already let me play with cock and balls earlier. I don’t have to give up walking for that.”
“Most men like me because they don’t touch anything else. He’s in my ass right now, and the only contact he has with the universe is my skin. It’s crazy intimate.”
I realized Leviathan was right. My cock was wrapped in her butthole, my hands on the small of her back, and my thighs rested on her butt cheeks. I wasn’t touching anything but Leviathan.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, pumping her backside roughly.
“Put it wherever you want, Mr. Kennedy.” Leviathan offered.
“On the outside of her asshole please! I want to lick her clean. I love semen.”
I pulled out at the last moment, grabbing my cock to squeeze out a cumshot. Sticky ropes of semen squirted out, coating the voluminous crack between Leviathan’s cheeks. When I rolled off, Eka dived in, licking her friend’s butt clean.
“Let me get that for you,” Leviathan motioned me closer, and I walked around to her front, letting her clean my cock with her mouth.
“Good to see you again, Leviathan,” Eka rejoined me.
“You too, Eka! You bring back this man and his gorgeous cock anytime!”
“Bye,” I waved as we left.
We walked several streets away before I could think to say anything.
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“You live with your parents?”
It was a surprisingly long walk from the last bus stop to Eka’s home. The three-story house was on the outskirts of town, amidst a thick forest. We walked a well-cut path on the way to her parents’ home.
“Yes.” she confirmed happily, not even slightly ashamed.
“Well, it’s a lovely home,” I commented, glancing up at the beige arches and red-tiled roof. I saw two balconies with wrought iron railings. The windows and doors were all flung open, giving me the sense that the home breathed with the wind. The home was inviting, open, and free.
“Mom! Dad! I’ve brought a friend!”
We strolled straight into the house through open double doors, feet crunching on leaves in the threshold. A man shouted from another room.
“Eka, love, that you?” A young (although probably not actually young), handsome man with golden-brown hair hurried into the room, smiling. He ran to Eka and wrapped her in a hug, then kissed her mouth.
I’d seen families do that before.
The man came at me, arms wide.
“And who’s this?” he cried. I hesitated, because I’d never hugged a naked man before, but I was trying to be more open minded. I accepted the hug.
“Dad, this is Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy, this is my dad, Ho.”
“Nice to meet you, Ho,” I said with a straight face. He pulled back from the hug, a curious look in his squinting eyes.
“What did you call me?” he asked.
“Uh… Ho? How do you pronounce it?”
“Not… like that.” he chuckled, looking to his daughter for an explanation.
“Oh, he’s using a universal translator. Your name might mean… that in English. Though I haven’t heard it before.”
“Not the first time I’ve been called a whore!” he elbowed me and laughed, and I floundered.
“I… I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize…”
“No worries,” he waved me off.
“I’ll help you patch that,” Eka promised.
“Eka!” We were joined by another… Eka. This young woman was the exact image of my new friend, tall, blonde, and sharp-eyed; the two were nearly indistinguishable, save for the larger breasts of the newcomer. She was naked as well.
“Mom!” Eka raised her arms for a hug.
They embraced, then Eka groped the woman’s breasts. Their mouths met, and their tongues speared past each other's lips. Eka moaned into her mother’s mouth.
“I’ve lusted for you so much, mom,” Eka held her mother close, looking into her eyes.
“You have to spend less time at the Historical center and more time between my legs,” the woman purred in response.
I’d never seen families do that before.
“You alright, Mr. Kennedy? You’re turning a bit pale,” Ho caught my shoulder, steadying me.
“Y-...” I swallowed, “Yeah. Just learning a lot about the future at once.”
Eka broke the kiss with her mother to introduce us. “Leah, Mr. Kennedy.” The young… the woman wrapped me in a hug, kissing my mouth. I permitted her more readily than her husband.
“We usually have sex when Eka comes home. Would you like to join us?”
“Actually, I think I’m tapped. You folks go on without me,” I laughed nervously, “Hey, can I sit down somewhere?”
They led me to a couch, and Leah brought me an iced lemonade.
“Ho said you were a little pale for a minute. Anything else I can get you?” I watched her breasts as she bent over to set the cup on the coffee table in front of me.
“Oh, I’m alright. I’d like to talk to Eka, when she gets a chance,” I took the lemonade and sipped it. It wasn’t lemonade but it was still pretty good.
“I’ll let her know. Anything else you need? Can I suck on your penis in the meantime?”
I declined the immediate debauchery, but made note to advance the idea later. Eka was gorgeous, and her mom was nearly identical, but with bigger tits. Leah invited me to dinner on the upstairs balcony, telling me to take my time and show up when I was ready. I agreed and watched her naked ass as she left.
I would have said yes, but my mind was racing. Eka was upstairs fucking her father, and her mother was going to join them. I had accepted a number of crazy things since waking up in the far future, but incestuous orgies topped the list pretty quickly. Was I okay with that? Did it matter if I was okay with it? What difference did it really make at this point?
While I was thinking, Eka walked through the room, her tennis outfit gone. I waved to the naked woman.
“Could you help me with that ‘Ho’ thing?” I asked, “and I’d like to talk, if you have a minute.”
She stopped and turned her head to one side, studying me curiously.
“You want to have sex?” she asked.
“Not at the moment, no.” I rolled my eyes. Do people in this world think about anything else?
“Then what whore thing are you talking about?” she squinted at me.
“The… your dad’s name. It’s not working with my translator.” I pointed to my cochlear implant.
“Oooooh! You think I’m Eka.” She grinned evilly. I palmed my face.
“I did, yeah. Let me guess: Her grandmother?”
“Twin sister. I can help you with your thing, though. I’m Ika (eye-kuh), What’s your name?”
“I’m Kennedy,” I replied.
Ika sat next to me on the couch. She used her own implant to interface with mine, checking my system settings.
“You must not be from around here if you don’t know how to use your implant,” she said, her eyes jittering back and forth.
“Yeah. I’m from Earth.” I immediately wondered if I shouldn’t have said it. Eka had mentioned that Earth was totally uninhabitable at the moment. It didn’t faze Ika.
“Eka’s always into some weird shit, man. Oooh, can I watch your replay? That dark-skinned lady looks gorgeous.”
“Sure,” I shrugged. Ika sat still next to me on the couch, her eyes fixed on some distant point as my earlier sexual encounter played on her retinas.
“Yeah I haven’t really figured out the HUD thing yet,” I confessed. “I turned it on once and couldn’t get it off. Eka had to interf-... Are you masturbating?”
“Yeah, is that okay? Her lips look good around your cock.” Ika sat back on the couch, legs spread and finger in her cunt. She sawed in and out of herself, zoned out and distant. “Hey, you want to have sex?” she asked.
“I’m abstaining this hour,” I sighed, “Is the glitch with your dad’s name fixed?”
“Nope. I don’t know enough about English to patch it. You’ll have to ask Eka.”
I kept quiet for the next few minutes while I sat on the couch next to a beautiful, naked, masturbating woman. The scent of her pussy wafted in my direction. Despite turning her down, I became more horny as I watched her. She had nice, tight tits that jiggled with each motion and the veins in her forearm bulged as she pounded herself. She came after a couple of minutes, tensing and groaning. Her eyes focused, and she came back to the present.
“Man that looks fun. Thinking about changing genders myself. I want a cock.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. They can just… pop one on ya?” I didn’t have a clue how to carry this conversation.
“Yeah science, man. Hey, so you’re from Earth, huh?” I felt her eyes on me, roaming over my body. She sat with her legs spread wide, her cunt a warm red color. Normally I’d never stare at a woman like this.
“Yeah.”
“Want to see more?” Ika used her pointer and middle fingers to spread her labia, showing the pink inside her pussy. “So Earth, how old does that make you?”
“Uh, like eight thousand I think. You have a beautiful pussy.”
“Oh! Great-grandma will want to meet you for sure. Thanks, yeah, my pussy looks a lot like my mom’s.” She released her privates, licking her fingers.
“I meant to ask about that. You and Eka are almost identical to your mom. Is that some kind of futuristic advanced genetic manipulation or what?”
“Nope!” Ika laughed, “Just good old fashioned heritable characteristics. We also happen to be identical twins. All coincidence, unplanned. Anyway… what was the best sex you ever had on old Earth?” Ika lay across the couch, totally relaxed and comfortable. One leg fell to the floor, and the other she kicked up onto the back of the seat, above my right shoulder.
“You guys think about sex a lot, don’t you?”
“What else is there to think about?” She squinted at me.
“Hey, Mr. Kennedy!” Eka leaned into the room, “would you like to join us for dinner? Mom’s cooking!”
I joined Eka, who looked at her sister.
“You coming?”
“She just did,” I smiled at them, and they both gave me a confused look. I thought about it for a second. “Oh… pun. Probably doesn’t work in your language.”
“I’ll join, yeah.” Ika laughed.
Dinner was the singular most unique and bizarre thing I would experience, at least after I met Leviathan. But sitting down with Eka’s family was uncomfortable, kind of sexy, kind of gross, and totally outrageous.
Great-grandma Kay was as young and beautiful as the rest of the people in the family, but with a few notable differences. She had raven black hair, long and straight, which fell over shoulders and parted around her breasts. Her breasts were large, with big round nipples. And uh, yeah, that’s what Ika had for supper. She lay back in her great-grandmother’s lap, her lips latched to Kay’s wide, dark nipples. The young woman drank down the white milk that dribbled from the older woman’s breasts. I sat across the table, watching in horror as a stray stream of milk poured down Ika’s cheek, stopping in the mess of wild blonde hair that spilled over Kay’s lap.
“So you’re from Earth?” Kay masturbated her great-granddaughter with one hand, supporting her descendent’s head with the other. I stared.
“Mr. Kennedy?” Kay repeated.
“He’s having a hard time adjusting to our culture, Gran. I think maybe breastfeeding is strange for him,” Eka explained gently, laying a hand on my left arm. “Not to speak for you, Mr. Kennedy, apologies.”
“No, it’s fine,” I waved off Eka’s worried grimace. “You’re exactly right.”
“You’ve never seen a woman breastfeed before?” Kay cupped the breast in her great-granddaughter’s mouth, squeezing and surprising the woman with a burst of milk. Ika laughed and licked Kay’s nipple.
“Women on Earth often breastfed their babies. This specific .use of breast milk was more… like a fetish, if that’s not too offensive.” I leaned back as Leah spooned a pile of orange mash onto my plate. A quick taste reminded me of fried okra from my childhood home in Tennessee.
“Oh, it’s absolutely a fetish,” great-grandma Kay smiled proudly, “This is the best way for me to have sex with my beloved Ika.” she craned her head down and released spit from her mouth. The dollop plopped onto her large nipple, and Ika happily licked up the saliva. Kay earned a happy moan from Ika by redoubling her efforts in rubbing the young woman’s pussy.
“Are you okay, Mr. Kennedy?” Eka checked on me, “You look pale. Is your health well?”
“Yeah!” I swallowed loudly. “Yeah, just adjusting. I don’t know if I’ll eat much.” I had to turn away from the breastfeeding women. The scene was equal parts horrifying and arousing.
The rest of dinner was a fairly normal nudist family meal, at least while …that… happened in the background. We sat on the floor around a low table, eating a myriad of tasty and colorful foods. Eka was right to be excited, her mom’s cooking was great. The conversation centered around me and my time on Earth. I shocked everyone as much as I had shocked Eka when I revealed how much I worked in a week, and how prudish our society was about sex.
“Well, what if the person you loved most happened to be your sibling?” Ho’s brow furrowed, equal parts frustrated and confused.
“Actually that was illegal, and, uh, I’m sure things are different now, but back then there were good reasons for it.” Ho shook his head, and Eka chimed in.
“I thought you said that sex was illegal on the street, but behind closed doors it was fair game?” she tilted her head away from me.
“Well, I meant like, sex is something you do in private. Not with family.” I laughed. Eka didn’t laugh.
“You can’t have sex with strangers in public or with your family at home. How do you ever copulate? That makes no sense!” her nose wrinkled at the thought.
“Well, you go out and meet someone, and get to know them, and then maybe you have sex a few weeks later, once you’re comfortable with them.”
“A few weeks?!?” Ika’s head shot up, bumping her great-grandma’s breast. “You have to wait weeks if you want to have sex with someone?” She demanded.
The family sat quietly, eyes on me, waiting for my answer.
“Well, yeah.” I shrugged. A chorus of disapproving voices met my admission.
“I could never wait that long,” Ika went back to drinking milk.
“If I couldn’t have sex with my girls, I don’t know what I’d do.” Ho frowned sadly.
“I don’t understand how your people ever reproduced. It makes no sense!” Leah’s stern eyes demanded that I explain myself.
“Everybody stop!” Eka leaned across in front of my body, blocking me from her family. With her voice raised, she was the closest to angry she had been since I’d met her. “Mr. Kennedy is just as confused and baffled about our society as we are about his. How do you think he must feel, coming from a time when incest is illegal, to now watching a great-granddaughter drink milk from her great-grandmother, or a daughter suck her father’s cock!”
Actually, I hadn’t watched that yet, but I had guessed it was inevitable.
“Of course you’re right dear,” Ho nodded to his daughter, “I apologize, Mr. Kennedy. Your culture is different. I shouldn’t judge you based on what we find normal.”
The family agreed, and Eka moved back to her seat.
“Actually, I find this a rather unique situation,” Kay smiled at me, stroking Ika’s hair gently. “I’m nearly five hundred years old. I feel like I’ve done and tried everything. You could maybe recommend some things from old mother Earth that I haven’t even heard of.” I raised my eyebrows at the gorgeous ‘young’ woman, with tight curves and the smooth skin of a college sophomore.
“Uh, anything in particular you’re thinking?” I knew it would be sex.
“Something sexy, I hope.” She answered.
I knew it.
“I don’t know, you’ve been around for five hundred years, what haven’t you tried? Should I just rattle off some fetishes?” My eyes flicked down to Ika, suckling hard on Kay’s nipple, then back up.
“Please,” Kay nodded.
“Uh, well some folks, I mean, they like to pee on each other.”
“Done it.”
“Drink it, too.”
“Four hundred and seventy years ago, and every week since.”
“Poop?”
“Four fifty.”
I blanched, then recovered.
“Sorry. No judging and all that. I don’t know, bondage?”
“Yes.”
“Ass to mouth.”
“Yes.”
“Fisting”
“Both holes.”
“CNC.” Finally, I gave Kay pause.
“What’s that mean?” she mouthed the letters, which admittedly probably didn’t translate well as an acronym.
“Consensual non-consent.”
“Non-consent?” She thought for a moment, then smiled. “I’m excited, Mr. Kennedy. For the first time, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“You and your partner would agree to a scenario ahead of time, with safewords if you wanted to stop. Then one person would be the aggressor, and one the victim,” I swallowed nervously. I realized the whole family was listening intently. “The, uh, geez, I don’t know why this is hard to explain. I did it with my ex-wife. Okay, so the aggressor will start having sex with the victim, and the victim will say something like ‘No, stop, I don’t want it,’ it’s more a roleplay than a body-based fetish.”
Now Kay’s face fell. Leah’s upper lip curled. No one touched their food.
“So you just… stop having sex?” Kay asked.
“Well, no, the aggressor would keep going after the victim said no, until the safeword was used.”
Leah covered her mouth. Ho gasped. Eka studied her hands.
“Why wou-...” Kay struggled to find the right words. “Why?” she finally settled.
“It’s uh… kinky.”
The whole atmosphere of dinner had changed. Ika stopped drinking her great-grandmother’s milk and sat up. The room was quiet.
“How do you have sex with someone who doesn’t want it?” Eka’s small voice broke the silence.
“Well… it’s all roleplay, right? The person does want it. But when they object, until they use the safeword, you just… keep going.”
“When someone says no, you just… keep going?”
I was reminded of a Sunday school story, with a garden, a tree, and a snake. I didn’t know if I was the tree or the snake, but I certainly regretted laying this fruit on the table.
“Both people do want it though!” I insisted, clawing for redemption, “It’s just… one of you pretends not to.”
“You are a sick...” Ika stopped when her sister shot a glare across the table. “...A kinky man, Mr. Kennedy.”
It was not lost on me that the woman who sucked on her grandma’s titty was calling me a freak.
After dinner, Kay approached me. We set the dishes to be cleaned and sorted by an automatic appliance. Leah insisted on getting some air, and Ho wanted to show his daughters a plant they’d been watching grow in the garden.
“Mr. Kennedy, do you have a moment?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am,” I joined her on the balcony, a comfortable distance from Leah, and reclined on a couch. I was shocked at first when Kay lay next to me and reclined against me, but of course this family would be that comfortable with touch. I didn’t object, letting my arm fall over her body. I squeezed her breasts while she talked.
“That was some startling talk at dinner,” Kay began.
“I feel the same way about some of the actions at dinner.” I replied. Kay was silent for a moment, thinking.
“Does my relationship with my great-granddaughter make you uncomfortable?” she asked.
“Yes, in several ways,” there was no point in lying to them, “but I am trying to be open-minded. Things are different. Relationships that would have been a source of harm in my time… are maybe not here.”
“I do love Ika. Romantically, sexually, as family. She is my wife, my daughter, my best friend. I want to share everything about my body with her.” Kay said.
At the railing, Leah leaned forward, waving down towards the garden. Eka and Ika chased their father around a hedge, pausing to wave back.
“You think we’re disgusting.” Kay asserted.
“Doing my best not to. I only woke up here this morning.”
“I’m so insanely jealous.” Kay rolled over, placing us face to face. Her breasts crushed against my abdomen, and my cock slowly began to swell when my hands found her butt.
“Jealous? How come?” I laughed.
“I’m five hundred years old. There’s nothing new anymore. No one new. When you have so much time, you do everything, you try everything, and you grow bored. Sometimes I consider dying.”
“Oh my god, Kay, I’m so sorry.” I pulled my hands away from her butt, laying them on her lower back. The conversation was growing decidedly less sexy.
“Oh, no, don’t be. The average person dies at around my age,” Kay replied.
“Your miracle medicine can’t keep you going beyond five hundred?” I asked.
“All humans are functionally immortal. Five hundred is the average age people grow bored and call it quits. I’ve met people who were over a thousand.”
“Oh.”
“But my point is, I’m jealous of all the new things you’re experiencing. I’d give anything to try something fresh - like time travel. I’d go back to your Earth, grow old, and die, just to try it!” she laughed. I slowly set my hands back on her firm, plump buttocks.
“You might change your mind once you got there.” I cringed.
Leah approached us. She straddled our legs, reaching for Kay. With a hand on each buttcheek, she slowly spread them apart. Then, the mother of the household dipped her face down and dragged her tongue over Kay’s asshole.
“Mmm, my favorite granddaughter-in-law,” Kay moaned, lifting her butt toward Leah. “When Ho and the girls return, we’ll probably have an orgy. Will you join us this time?” Kay asked. Behind her, Leah huffed and moaned, face firmly between Kay’s cheeks.
“I think I’d like that, yeah.”
“And maybe we could try some of that CNC?” she smiled warmly at me, pushing closer to my face. Ika and Eka came out onto the balcony through the house, followed closely by Ho. The trio were sweaty, panting and laughing.
“Maybe… maybe with someone you trust more than me,” I cringed, “It’s pretty intimate.”
Kay sagged, but nodded. “I won’t die until I’ve tried it.” She promised with a smile.
I’d been seriously desensitized in the last twelve hours. When Leah put her lips to Kay’s butthole, and the twins came in naked and sweaty, I was ready to go.
“You’re comfortable with this?” Eka touched my shoulder, and I smiled up at her.
“Yeah, I’m sold on the sex-crazed future. To be honest, it all feels like a dream. Like I’ll wake up in San Francisco in 2081 again.”
“Hey, Mr. Kennedy, to help you adjust, we’ll make it all about you.” Ho wrapped an arm around his daughter, standing by my side. “We’ll make you the center of the action - whatever you like goes.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Can I save that promise for another day? I’m a tourist today.” I replied.
“Whatever, this is taking too long. Let’s pull the cushions out into a bed. I want to watch mom eat Kay’s ass.” Ika nudged the three of us off the couch and rearranged the cushions on the floor into a sizable bed. Kay lay in the middle on her chest, allowing her… Granddaughter-in-law…? Allowing Leah to get her tongue between Kay’s butt cheeks. Eka helped herself to her mother’s ass, mimicking the same set up and placing her face between Leah’s cheeks. Finally, Ika dropped in front of her lover and ancestor, presenting her pussy for Kay to suck. The four women formed a train of mouth to ass to pussy. My cock stood up in front of me, ready for action.
“Mind if I suck on that,” Ho pointed at my cock, smiling.
“Oh, no thanks, I’m not really into males.”
The moment I said it, I cringed. I was fully prepared for the same reaction from the dinner table, fearing that I’d made some inexcusable faux pas against their culture. But Ho simply shrugged.
“You know, neither was my mother. Said she’d had enough by the time I came along,” he laughed, walking around to the back of the line and diving face first into Eka’s ass.
I guess it made sense for the hyper-egalitarian sex utopia to be accepting of every sexual preference, no matter what.
“Dude, Kennedy, you have to join the chain. Either let me suck your cock or go eat my dad’s ass. Come on.” Ika prompted me, hanging her tongue out of her mouth. Since she was lying on her back with her pussy in Kay’s face, I knelt beside her. With my cock in front of her face, Ika swallowed me, sucking deep until she gagged.
Ika was happy with my cock in throat, but she had a short attention span.
“Pee on me?” She pulled off my cock, breathing hard.
“Uh, I don’t really have to go.” Not something I was sure I wanted to do, either.
“Well then spit on me, or fuck my throat or something.” Ika complained.
“He’s new, Ika. Remember he’s not as jaded as you and Kay.” Eka called from near the back of the line. She quickly replaced her tongue in her mother’s ass, winking up at me. I turned back to Ika.
“Can we just have sex?” I asked, somewhat lamely.
“Sure,” Ika seemed disappointed, but she moved away from Kay’s mouth. She lay on her back beside the train, parallel to her great-grandmother, and I lay down on top of her for missionary. With my cock lubed by her spit and her pussy wet from Kay, I slipped right into her, and lowered my chest to hers.
“Cock feels nice,” Ika moaned. She turned her head to her right, locking lips with Kay. I fucked Ika’s pussy gently so as not to bump her away from her great-grandmother.
“Your pussy feels so good,” I replied, watching the two gorgeous women swap spit.
I felt heat on my ass and stopped thrusting, turning to face Leah. While I was inside her daughter, the large-breasted woman had moved behind me, and waited with her tongue out.
“Stop thrusting for a moment, and I’ll wet it and put my finger in.” She waggled her tongue. I buried myself in Ika and waited, my face inches from the two women’s tongues.
“Join us,” Kay paused for only a whisper before pressing her lips back to Ika’s.
I joined their kiss, wet slippery tongues rubbing on mine. Kay sucked on my tongue while Ika begged for attention, then Ika slipped her tongue past my teeth and deep in my mouth the second she had the opportunity. The two women battled for my mouth. Meanwhile, I lay still with my cock in Ika. Leah ate my ass, her lips and tongue pressed to my anus. Once I was sufficiently lubricated, she slipped a finger in and lowered her mouth to my testes. I felt her pushing deep inside me, while she sucked my balls into her mouth. After a moment, I pulled away from my three way kiss.
“Leah, back up. I’m gonna start thrusting again.”
She moved her head away, but left her finger in my ass, giving me a jolt of pleasure inside my rectum every time I thrust into Ika’s pussy. Ika’s soft pussy stroked at my cock, and I was ready to finish in a few short minutes.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. I wanted to know where and how Ika wanted it, but she didn’t seem to care. Instead she focused on kissing her great-grandmother. When I came, I pushed into Ika, Leah’s finger in my ass and hand on my balls. With groans I dumped spurt after spurt into the woman, finally rolling off of her when I was spent. I moved back to the couch and sat down.
Leah wasted no time clamping her mouth onto Ika’s pussy. Her tongue ravished her daughter, drinking cum out and driving her daughter to a quick orgasm. A few moments later, Eka came to see me.
“Want to eat Ho’s semen out of my ass?” she asked.
“No thanks, not really into male parts,” I shrugged.
“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, squatting over Ika’s face. She pushed the sperm out in a long, oozing trail, connecting her anus to her sister’s mouth. When she was done, Eka came to sit with me on the couch, and we cuddled.
“When I saw you in a tennis outfit this morning, I had not pictured this.” I confessed, watching Ika slip Ho’s cum into Kay’s mouth.
“What did you picture?” Eka asked, laying across my chest.
“... actually you naked to be honest.”
“Aw, that’s sweet! I knew what you looked like naked but I was attracted to you too. It’s a shame we didn’t have vaginal sex.”
“Maybe we can soon.” I kissed her mouth, and we made out for a while as the orgy tuned down.
Soon, everyone was relaxing with a cuddle partner. I laid on my back with Eka chest to chest, gently whispering back and forth. Ika and Kay had at some point been locked in a sixty nine but now lay still, occasionally licking each other’s vulvas. Ho sat in a chair, his wife astride his lap and her head on his shoulder. It was nice. Soon, the back porch was a fine place to watch the sunset, and I stirred with realization.
“This will be the first time I’ve ever seen the sunset somewhere that isn’t Earth,” I whispered to Eka.
“Then we should go to the top balcony,” she climbed off of me, excited, and grabbed my hand. I followed her up a flight of stairs and to the very top of the house. We sat together on the smaller balcony, me in a chair and her lounging on a couch. We waited for the lazy sun to slowly dip below the horizon.
“This is so weird,” I sighed, enjoying the growing darkness. “Hey, how come they let you take me home?” I asked Eka.
“Who?” She replied, turning towards me.
“The uh, the people who own the lab. The historians. I don’t know.”
“Everyone owns the lab. The door is unlocked,” Eka explained.
“But who was in charge of recovering me from Earth?”
“The people terraforming Earth found you and brought you here.” Eka was growing more and more confused the more I asked. She propped herself up on one arm, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. I couldn’t think of a better way to ask my question.
“Does everybody just… do what they want all the time?” I finally asked.
“Yeah, mostly. Want to see something cool?” Eka was totally uninterested in the conversation.
“Yes.” I instantly agreed. She activated her implant, and her eyes glazed over.
“Hey, can you guys turn off the lights? I want to show Kennedy something.” It was the first time she didn’t call me ‘Mr.’.
Moments later, the house lights died, and the sky was a field of tiny white lights. Eka rolled off the couch and squeezed into my chair. She pointed, and I looked along the length of her arm.
“See that bright one?” she asked.
“Next to the sort of ‘X’ shape?”
“Yes. The brightest one in the sky.”
“Yeah, I see it.”
“That’s home,” she said with pride in her voice. I was very happy and very sad.