Someone Interrupts The Story

The nymphos and nymphettes prepare a makeshift throne as I look kindly on my date, Janice, in all her exposed beauty. Mom and Cindy are enjoying each other's company. Mickey was patching up her sister after the huge gangbang and she and her new husband prepared to depart. A flagon of mead was ready for me, but I went to go fetch it myself, but then an old man bumps into me.

I look down at his wrinkly shriveled penis in disgust. "Get the fuck out of here, old man!" I yell in undue anger, not having noticed him before. "John!" he says, in his scraggly voice, as I recognize him as one of my neighbors, Professor Marion. "You're in grave danger!"

Maybe it was just the Zelda-esque atmosphere, but I trust the old man implicitly. "Wh-what do you mean?" I ask for clarity.

"There are people in the woods who will kidnap you. Ransom you. You need to get home, quick. I have a car."

I vaguely know what he's talking about. Probably tagalongs or camp followers, guys who try to **** chicks in the periphery of an EDP's power bubble. I really could care less, but if someone tries to kidnap me and use me to pick up tail... that would cause a major crimp in my plans. So, I grab Janice and follow him, leaving my mom, sister, and the wedding party to fend for themselves. They'll be fine.

"There's a lot we need to discuss," says the bearded old man with long, frailed white hair, as we peel out of the woods in his small DeLorean. Janice is sitting on my lap as we race down the street, although I'd be lying if I said I was very comfortable. I needed someone to fuck soon, and the Old Man was out of the picture.

I rubbed Janice's ass, the part I could reach, and kissed her neck as we pulled into my neighborhood. My erecting penis slid alongside her dripping vulva, but I couldn't really comfortably fuck her in this position. I expected to do so after we reached our destination.

It was the dead of night as he pulled into his garage. "You're free to go to your house and grab some clothes if you want. Otherwise, I have some inside. I'm going to put something on, because it's fucking freezing out." He seemed peeved at having to be nude for so long, but I paid him no heed as I figured out the best way to fuck Janice in a DeLorean.

After fucking Janice and relieving her needs for a second, we walked into the Old Man's Old Mansion. It was always the scary building on the block, and this was the scary man. But he turned out to be a simple physics professor at UCLA, and Janice's parents probably knew him.

"You're done fucking?" He asked, and Janice nodded, as I followed with a "For now," squeezing her hand as she blushed.

"Good," he said. "Here's some of my granddaughter Lisa's clothes. She used to be about your size, before fat camp." He handed Janice an old shirt and pants, and I frowned at the unintended insult. He handed me an sweater and shorts.

"If you want. Nudity apparently is a thing for you guys these days." I agreed to dress up for their sake, but I really didn't notice the cold, although his house didn't have any ambient heat to it.

"Lisa and Mickey are your granddaughters?" I asked, as Professor Marion put logs into a fire.

"Oh, yes. Two of many. I've spent most of my formative years studying Erection Dependence."

Janice's eyes shot up in glee, as I frowned. Perhaps he was the camp follower...

"What do we need to discuss? Who was coming to kidnap us?"

"It was a man named Charles Reeves. He has a tendency to 'take care' of EDPs in the LA area. He also used to finance my research. But that's not important right now. What's important is this..." he leaned in very close. "I need you to travel back in time."

I burst out laughing. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're cosplaying as Christopher Lloyd, just like your grandkids are cosplaying as RenFaire types. We're going home." I grab Janice and try to leave.

"Wait... I'll show you what I mean."

In 1973, an EDP out of Birmingham, Alabama, fucked his college roommate and brother, while ingesting LSD. All claimed to experience a time travel episode to 1969. This was repeated in 1985 with an experiment by a young Professor Scott Marion, his fiancée at the time, and a comatose EDP at the Mayo Clinic, all ingesting LSD. Marion claimed to have traveled back to 1978. He attempted to repeat this experiment many, many times, but without success.

Marion showed me a photo of him taken from a friend in 1978, and matched it with pictures of his younger, younger self in 1978. "See! It's me... time traveling!"

None of this proved anything. "You want me to take a bunch of LSD? And then we'll travel back in time?"

"Yes! It's all mental. There was a movie with Christopher Reeve... no, not Superman... another one where he time traveled, using only his mind. You can do so as well..."

"I'm pretty sure this is a photoshop. You look blurrier than the background."

"It's overexposed. Listen... you need three to time travel. A guide who was alive at the time, a target, and yourself. The target is how we set the date. You always time travel to when he or she was 18 years old. Something to do with maturation levels of the brain cells. If you want to travel to 1965, you would need to find someone who was born in 1947. Or if you want to go to 1999, someone born in 1981. You understand?"

"No. This is madness."

"This is science. It's all here." He slapped down the report of the Birmingham incident and his Mayo Clinic repeat again.

"I'm a guinea pig? So you can test this again?"

"Find someone of a certain age, and I'll give you the LSD, and prove it. What'll you have to lose?"

Janice was diligently going over the notes, completely surprised by this revelation. "It makes sense," she says, but I just feel her forehead, not believing that she was falling for his bullshit.

"I'm going to bed. Come along Janice," I said, as she quickly followed me out the door and across the street, but with his paperwork in hand.

It was several hours and another couple rounds of fucking Janice before my mother, Cindy, and Mickey arrived from the after-reception orgy I had started. I wonder how long they kept it up without me? I looked at my Mom giving a sexy dance as Mickey expertly sucked my cock. Mom was 39 years old, but still very fit and lean. I wondered, however, what it would be like to fuck her at 18, back in 1998? Hell, my two grandmothers were in town, and could give me a glimpse of 1974 and 1968, respectively. My great aunt Nadine, from a couple houses over, could show me life in 1937. If what he said was possible, it was a dream come true. Could it be anymore outlandish than being able to fuck anyone, anywhere, for any reason?

I decided then and there to call his bluff.