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"No need to be frightened. I'm cool." Jim said to the startled women sitting on the sofa. They stood up abruptly, and the chunky brunette one ran to the kitchen as younger-Molly backed away with her hand out for defense. Chunky grabbed a knife from the same block Molly had in the future. "Molly Cougar?"
"How do you know my name?" Bewildered by this strange masked man as she relaxed her hand to her side.
"Oh, um, I'm a stalker." Jim avoided telling her the truth because future Molly didn't know the masked man was Big Jim.
"Really? Oh my gad! I never had a stalker before." She returned with a knife and stood beside Molly, pointing it at Jim. She tried pushing Molly behind, but Molly swiped her hands away and said, "No, he's just a stalker."
"Ugh." He grunted. The girls scanned his body, astounded at this exhibition standing inside their Oyster. "And who are you?" Jim asked Chunky.
She gave him an angry butch stare and said, "Lollie. Not like it's any of your business, weirdo."
"Ugh, okay, thanks. I needed to know that because the author was calling you Chunky there in the story, and I felt people would've complained about that cruelty of such a degradement of an overweight dyke looking vagina."
"Whatever, your words have no power here, but, if you don't mind...can you turn around and place your hands behind your back?" Lollie insisted with full eyes. Molly gazed at her with curiosity.
"Sure."
"You know, a stranger in our apartment and all..." Lollie said. Jim turned as she handed Molly the knife and aimed her knife-hand at Jim, reached down to a coffee table in front of the digital sofa displaying a beach with seagulls flying and dolphins jumping, and pulled a drawer out underneath. She reached inside and rattled around, then manifested a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Molly laid the knife on the coffee table as they stepped to Jim. Lollie began handcuffing him.
"What the boogers!" Stunned by the cold metal sensation against his skin, he blurted with disturbance. "Is this necessary?"
"What do you want to do with him?" Lollie asked Molly.
"Mmm. Call the Listeners, I guess." She gestured to a point in the kitchen's vicinity with a nod of her head. Looking at the handcuffs around his thick wrists, she swallowed, browsed his broad, muscular shoulders. She gulped again and loosened the collar to her long thin white cotton t-shirt, skimmed her hand to the bottom, and tugged it down by its hem. She was braless, and the split of her butt revealed she was pantyless as the front showed a small dark shadow of a pubic area. Lollie was wearing baggy flannel pajama bottoms atop a black sports bra.
"The Listeners?" Jim inquired, then revolved to face them. He's been through many time points, but 2184 and 2162 was the first time he visited these periods. He preferred 2021, where he mostly lived in that space, wasting his life away on internet forums with his buddy, Author. Not gay, though. Just buddies. Ugh. Ugh.
"Oh, my gad. You're so creepy." Molly assured.
"Cringe." Lollie volleyed as Molly walked to the kitchen and retrieved a silver vibrator hinged to the refrigerator door acting as its handle too and pushed a release button and lifted it to close view. She pressed another smaller one on the side. It rang as she casually strolled back to the living room.
"You're a real man," Lollie said as she peered at his chest and stepped closer.
How may we help you? A voice responded from the vibrator phone. Molly stood next to Lollie.
"Ugh. You like what you see?" He asked Lollie. She leaned up to his ear, tiptoeing, her breasts pushed against her torso, then snapped a bite with a growl.
"There's a-" she paused and placed her hand over the receiver and whispered to her friend. "If I tell them they're going to come and take him away from us. What do I say?"
Her friend continued to examine Big Jim like a spectator would do in a museum to a work of art. She hummed in on his masculine firm chest. The beats of her heart increased rapidly. Finally, her eyes glided down to his package. "Just hang up." She murmured, then stared back into his sky-blue eyes buried inside that freaky-deeky rubber mask. Something was happening inside her body, the same sense she'll get when Molly's about to eat her butcharoo.
How may we help you? A voice spoke from the phone.
"Um, ah, never mind. False alarm. My girlfriend apologized."
"Oh, gee, thanks." Satire, Lollie expressed with a raised brow.
Molly returned the phone to the fridge, saying, "It was better than telling them we had a real man inside our Oyster." She returned to Jim and seductively began pushing her body against his. He doubtingly backed away and fell. A recliner caught his fall. Lollie expressed disfavor of how she was acting towards the big guy. But she, too, was feeling unusual.
"You're the first real man we ever saw in person," Molly said as she adjusted her shirt then brushed a few bangs under her ear. Jim's eyes caught her bare breasts and dark nipples erected behind that thin layer of fabric. Molly noticed then placed her hands in front of her pubic area.
"Ugh. Well. Here I am."
"How are you even here?" Lollie asked and sat down on the sofa, the seat nearest him.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." The discomfort of sitting with handcuffs bothered him as he was trying to get situated.
"Is that lump along your leg your penis?" Lollie asked, peering at it.
"Bingo was name-o." He said with confidence, then winked at her.
"You call him Bingo?" Molly joined as she walked to his other side opposite of her friend.
"Cringe," she winced aloud but followed with a smirk and wider eyes directed at Molly.
"Ugh. No. I actually call him the Destroyer of Worlds."
"Why?" Molly asked.
"Because it ruins women." He winks at Lollie again.
"Is there something wrong with your eye?" She asked, leaning her head towards him. Jim didn't say anything and lightly reduced his head in a pout.
"Lollie, get Jamal." She said with a simper.
"Molly, no. I don't want Jamal anywhere near him."
"Lollie—now." Her eyes widened with an austere command.
"Fine!" Sulking, she said and proceeded to a room east of the kitchen.
"I thought you two had never seen a man before?"
"We haven't."
He grew confused. Lollie returned, holding a ten-inch black dildo, and handed it to Molly.
"You mean like this?" Molly asked as she wiggled it.
"A little bigger." Her eyes widened as she walked to him and bent over and shoved it into his chest, then glided it to the edge of the mask along his neck and began to lift it.
"You don't want to do that."
"Why?"
"A paradox would happen."
"Time Humper?" She backed away, energized. Lollie moved a seat over from him.
"Ugh."
"Dot obliviated you people decades ago."
"Fuck Dot." Jim knew who she was referring. During the separation of genders, the androids mistook the black people for monkeys and placed them into zoos in Canada. People were disturbed by this but didn't talk much about it as if no one cared. But anyway, back to Dot, the androids wanted a leader of their own. So they created Dot, which is an acronym for Divinity of Technology. Dot would control the androids and enforce law and order on both planets. But an unforeseen force entered the realm—The Army of the Time Humpers. Several of them were black. And when they found out about the Canadian zoos, they.....well....they didn't care. Ugh. So anyway, they knew the entire situation was relatively fucked up and decided to put an end to Dot and her mechanical gimps. Now you would think, why not go back in time and stop the machines from ever-rising, right? Ugh. Instead, the Humpers tried to fight the man-killing robots with nine-millimeter handguns and failed. That war continued for several hours. But Jim survived.
"You can say I snuck inside a black hole and waited there." Dot and the robots stayed away from such holes because their algorithm wouldn't allow due to the gravity pull, and nothing could survive such—not even planets. But Jim did. Although he could've just traveled to another time period, that would've been prudent since the androids and Dot can't. But Jim's a drama queen and decided to overkill his escape.
"Impossible," Molly replied.
"Ugh, tell me about it."
"Ok, Mister Time Fucker, tell me something I would only know."
"I just met you."
"Duh."
"I mean, in the future, which was half an hour ago for me."
"How old was I?"
"I don't know. Middle-aged, probably."
"Are we?" She gestured, pointing her hand to him, then to her, and back to him. "Or you and?" She looked at Lollie, suggesting the same intimate relationship.
"Eww, gross, Molly!"
"Hell no. Well, not yet anyway." He said and winked at Lollie, but she didn't wince that time.
"So we had sex?"
"Well, yes and no. I haven't had sexual intercourse with you. But you had with me."
"Oh, really? When?"
He peered at the window and saw it was dark. "Tonight." Although the time of day was irrelevant since she didn't mention this happened, Jim felt it was an appropriate reaction to seal the tale better.
They both laughed. He looked at Lollie and said, "I didn't say with you."
She stopped laughing, stared at him gravely, leaned over the sofa arm, grabbed the lump, and squeezed hard. "We can fix that. Or will that also be a paradox?"
"Properly not. Molly didn't say if you had sex with me too. So I wouldn't know."
"If you say you are what you are, isn't there a time limit to how long you can stay?" Molly asked.
"There is." Jim lied to her. Unlike Humpers that can stay between 22 minutes and thirty-three seconds to an hour and a half, Jim could visit as long as he wanted. "I have less than an hour left."
"Bullshit," Lollie said as Molly was uncertain.
"You have an abomination angel on the right inner thigh an inch below your clam."
Both of their eyes widen. Molly tugged her shirt down again.
"But you said you didn't sleep with me."
"I passed out on your bed and woke up; you were naked, laying on me. You said you even sleep in the nude."
They're disturbed he would know these things. "So if I don't sleep with you..."
"It could cause a paradox that would end all life as we know it."
She looked at Lollie for approval.
"No, Molly! I'm not letting this creep inside you and especially inside me! He's trying to use the end of the world to get a threesome going." She said, gazing at him with hateful lesbian eyes.
"Then just watch." Molly kneeled and unbuttoned his jeans.
An hour later, Lollie grinds his face while kissing Molly on her neck and rubbing the phone vibrator on her butt as she was reverse cowgirling maskless Jim. He took it off when both of their heads were turned. And besides, rather tricky to eat lesbian pussy with that mask donned. Finally, he scooted Lollie up and yelped a climax grunt. "Ugh!" Molly climaxed again. For the 5th element-time. Jim punched himself in the head a couple of blows and disappeared.
He looked in the mirror and shook his head. "I left the mask." Suddenly, a shocka-shocka reveals itself. "But, wait...if she gave me the mask, then I gave it back to her, which she will later give back to me..." He realized the pickle. "Ugh. Fuckmuffins." He looked in the mirror and saw he was nude and shook his head. He opened the bathroom door and saw milfy Molly lying on the bed, reading a black notebook.
She gaped at him and, for the first time, recognized that huge penis and, "Oh, my gad...you're him."
"Bingo was his name-o." Her eyes widen more to those very familiar words.
Two vortexes suddenly manifested as they studied one another suspiciously. Then two shapes emerged from them—two Jims. One of them said as he glanced at everyone then stopped on Molly. "Chugga-chugga-choo-choo."
The other vortexed Jim said, "A Big Jim Train?" Then they all "ugh" at the same time. Molly stared with fear but excitement simultaneously.
"Um....." Unsure of this unique proposal, she gazed at all three of their crotches, ending at present Big Jim as his dick erected. "...okay!"
The Big Jim train left the station as Molly struggled with those three huge penises, but something was wrong. The vortexes didn't close. And that naked silhouette woman hovered in both centers but moved the same way. As if time didn't exist at that center, and the two vortexes acted as monitors of that timeless woman. A soft whimper is heard.
Molly
She swept her tongue along the firm carriage of that explosive semen apparatus—his fingers twine through her bright crimson hair as his hand urged her head down. The carriage then plumped into her mouth and drove into the back of her throat. A gagging reflex warned that it didn't belong. Her...
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Part 2:
"No need to be frightened. I'm cool." Jim said to the startled women sitting on the sofa. They stood up abruptly, and the chunky brunette one ran to the kitchen as younger-Molly backed away with her hand out for defense. Chunky grabbed a knife from the same block Molly had in the future. "Molly Cougar?"
"How do you know my name?" Bewildered by this strange masked man as she relaxed her hand to her side.
"Oh, um, I'm a stalker." Jim avoided telling her the truth because future Molly didn't know the masked man was Big Jim.
"Really? Oh my gad! I never had a stalker before." She returned with a knife and stood beside Molly, pointing it at Jim. She tried pushing Molly behind, but Molly swiped her hands away and said, "No, he's just a stalker."
"Ugh." He grunted. The girls scanned his body, astounded at this exhibition standing inside their Oyster. "And who are you?" Jim asked Chunky.
She gave him an angry butch stare and said, "Lollie. Not like it's any of your business, weirdo."
"Ugh, okay, thanks. I needed to know that because the author was calling you Chunky there in the story, and I felt people would've complained about that cruelty of such a degradement of an overweight dyke looking vagina."
"Whatever, your words have no power here, but, if you don't mind...can you turn around and place your hands behind your back?" Lollie insisted with full eyes. Molly gazed at her with curiosity.
"Sure."
"You know, a stranger in our apartment and all..." Lollie said. Jim turned as she handed Molly the knife and aimed her knife-hand at Jim, reached down to a coffee table in front of the digital sofa displaying a beach with seagulls flying and dolphins jumping, and pulled a drawer out underneath. She reached inside and rattled around, then manifested a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Molly laid the knife on the coffee table as they stepped to Jim. Lollie began handcuffing him.
"What the boogers!" Stunned by the cold metal sensation against his skin, he blurted with disturbance. "Is this necessary?"
"What do you want to do with him?" Lollie asked Molly.
"Mmm. Call the Listeners, I guess." She gestured to a point in the kitchen's vicinity with a nod of her head. Looking at the handcuffs around his thick wrists, she swallowed, browsed his broad, muscular shoulders. She gulped again and loosened the collar to her long thin white cotton t-shirt, skimmed her hand to the bottom, and tugged it down by its hem. She was braless, and the split of her butt revealed she was pantyless as the front showed a small dark shadow of a pubic area. Lollie was wearing baggy flannel pajama bottoms atop a black sports bra.
"The Listeners?" Jim inquired, then revolved to face them. He's been through many time points, but 2184 and 2162 was the first time he visited these periods. He preferred 2021, where he mostly lived in that space, wasting his life away on internet forums with his buddy, Author. Not gay, though. Just buddies. Ugh. Ugh.
"Oh, my gad. You're so creepy." Molly assured.
"Cringe." Lollie volleyed as Molly walked to the kitchen and retrieved a silver vibrator hinged to the refrigerator door acting as its handle too and pushed a release button and lifted it to close view. She pressed another smaller one on the side. It rang as she casually strolled back to the living room.
"You're a real man," Lollie said as she peered at his chest and stepped closer.
How may we help you? A voice responded from the vibrator phone. Molly stood next to Lollie.
"Ugh. You like what you see?" He asked Lollie. She leaned up to his ear, tiptoeing, her breasts pushed against her torso, then snapped a bite with a growl.
"There's a-" she paused and placed her hand over the receiver and whispered to her friend. "If I tell them they're going to come and take him away from us. What do I say?"
Her friend continued to examine Big Jim like a spectator would do in a museum to a work of art. She hummed in on his masculine firm chest. The beats of her heart increased rapidly. Finally, her eyes glided down to his package. "Just hang up." She murmured, then stared back into his sky-blue eyes buried inside that freaky-deeky rubber mask. Something was happening inside her body, the same sense she'll get when Molly's about to eat her butcharoo.
How may we help you? A voice spoke from the phone.
"Um, ah, never mind. False alarm. My girlfriend apologized."
"Oh, gee, thanks." Satire, Lollie expressed with a raised brow.
Molly returned the phone to the fridge, saying, "It was better than telling them we had a real man inside our Oyster." She returned to Jim and seductively began pushing her body against his. He doubtingly backed away and fell. A recliner caught his fall. Lollie expressed disfavor of how she was acting towards the big guy. But she, too, was feeling unusual.
"You're the first real man we ever saw in person," Molly said as she adjusted her shirt then brushed a few bangs under her ear. Jim's eyes caught her bare breasts and dark nipples erected behind that thin layer of fabric. Molly noticed then placed her hands in front of her pubic area.
"Ugh. Well. Here I am."
"How are you even here?" Lollie asked and sat down on the sofa, the seat nearest him.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." The discomfort of sitting with handcuffs bothered him as he was trying to get situated.
"Is that lump along your leg your penis?" Lollie asked, peering at it.
"Bingo was name-o." He said with confidence, then winked at her.
"You call him Bingo?" Molly joined as she walked to his other side opposite of her friend.
"Cringe," she winced aloud but followed with a smirk and wider eyes directed at Molly.
"Ugh. No. I actually call him the Destroyer of Worlds."
"Why?" Molly asked.
"Because it ruins women." He winks at Lollie again.
"Is there something wrong with your eye?" She asked, leaning her head towards him. Jim didn't say anything and lightly reduced his head in a pout.
"Lollie, get Jamal." She said with a simper.
"Molly, no. I don't want Jamal anywhere near him."
"Lollie—now." Her eyes widened with an austere command.
"Fine!" Sulking, she said and proceeded to a room east of the kitchen.
"I thought you two had never seen a man before?"
"We haven't."
He grew confused. Lollie returned, holding a ten-inch black dildo, and handed it to Molly.
"You mean like this?" Molly asked as she wiggled it.
"A little bigger." Her eyes widened as she walked to him and bent over and shoved it into his chest, then glided it to the edge of the mask along his neck and began to lift it.
"You don't want to do that."
"Why?"
"A paradox would happen."
"Time Humper?" She backed away, energized. Lollie moved a seat over from him.
"Ugh."
"Dot obliviated you people decades ago."
"Fuck Dot." Jim knew who she was referring. During the separation of genders, the androids mistook the black people for monkeys and placed them into zoos in Canada. People were disturbed by this but didn't talk much about it as if no one cared. But anyway, back to Dot, the androids wanted a leader of their own. So they created Dot, which is an acronym for Divinity of Technology. Dot would control the androids and enforce law and order on both planets. But an unforeseen force entered the realm—The Army of the Time Humpers. Several of them were black. And when they found out about the Canadian zoos, they.....well....they didn't care. Ugh. So anyway, they knew the entire situation was relatively fucked up and decided to put an end to Dot and her mechanical gimps. Now you would think, why not go back in time and stop the machines from ever-rising, right? Ugh. Instead, the Humpers tried to fight the man-killing robots with nine-millimeter handguns and failed. That war continued for several hours. But Jim survived.
"You can say I snuck inside a black hole and waited there." Dot and the robots stayed away from such holes because their algorithm wouldn't allow due to the gravity pull, and nothing could survive such—not even planets. But Jim did. Although he could've just traveled to another time period, that would've been prudent since the androids and Dot can't. But Jim's a drama queen and decided to overkill his escape.
"Impossible," Molly replied.
"Ugh, tell me about it."
"Ok, Mister Time Fucker, tell me something I would only know."
"I just met you."
"Duh."
"I mean, in the future, which was half an hour ago for me."
"How old was I?"
"I don't know. Middle-aged, probably."
"Are we?" She gestured, pointing her hand to him, then to her, and back to him. "Or you and?" She looked at Lollie, suggesting the same intimate relationship.
"Eww, gross, Molly!"
"Hell no. Well, not yet anyway." He said and winked at Lollie, but she didn't wince that time.
"So we had sex?"
"Well, yes and no. I haven't had sexual intercourse with you. But you had with me."
"Oh, really? When?"
He peered at the window and saw it was dark. "Tonight." Although the time of day was irrelevant since she didn't mention this happened, Jim felt it was an appropriate reaction to seal the tale better.
They both laughed. He looked at Lollie and said, "I didn't say with you."
She stopped laughing, stared at him gravely, leaned over the sofa arm, grabbed the lump, and squeezed hard. "We can fix that. Or will that also be a paradox?"
"Properly not. Molly didn't say if you had sex with me too. So I wouldn't know."
"If you say you are what you are, isn't there a time limit to how long you can stay?" Molly asked.
"There is." Jim lied to her. Unlike Humpers that can stay between 22 minutes and thirty-three seconds to an hour and a half, Jim could visit as long as he wanted. "I have less than an hour left."
"Bullshit," Lollie said as Molly was uncertain.
"You have an abomination angel on the right inner thigh an inch below your clam."
Both of their eyes widen. Molly tugged her shirt down again.
"But you said you didn't sleep with me."
"I passed out on your bed and woke up; you were naked, laying on me. You said you even sleep in the nude."
They're disturbed he would know these things. "So if I don't sleep with you..."
"It could cause a paradox that would end all life as we know it."
She looked at Lollie for approval.
"No, Molly! I'm not letting this creep inside you and especially inside me! He's trying to use the end of the world to get a threesome going." She said, gazing at him with hateful lesbian eyes.
"Then just watch." Molly kneeled and unbuttoned his jeans.
An hour later, Lollie grinds his face while kissing Molly on her neck and rubbing the phone vibrator on her butt as she was reverse cowgirling maskless Jim. He took it off when both of their heads were turned. And besides, rather tricky to eat lesbian pussy with that mask donned. Finally, he scooted Lollie up and yelped a climax grunt. "Ugh!" Molly climaxed again. For the 5th element-time. Jim punched himself in the head a couple of blows and disappeared.
He looked in the mirror and shook his head. "I left the mask." Suddenly, a shocka-shocka reveals itself. "But, wait...if she gave me the mask, then I gave it back to her, which she will later give back to me..." He realized the pickle. "Ugh. Fuckmuffins." He looked in the mirror and saw he was nude and shook his head. He opened the bathroom door and saw milfy Molly lying on the bed, reading a black notebook.
She gaped at him and, for the first time, recognized that huge penis and, "Oh, my gad...you're him."
"Bingo was his name-o." Her eyes widen more to those very familiar words.
Two vortexes suddenly manifested as they studied one another suspiciously. Then two shapes emerged from them—two Jims. One of them said as he glanced at everyone then stopped on Molly. "Chugga-chugga-choo-choo."
The other vortexed Jim said, "A Big Jim Train?" Then they all "ugh" at the same time. Molly stared with fear but excitement simultaneously.
"Um....." Unsure of this unique proposal, she gazed at all three of their crotches, ending at present Big Jim as his dick erected. "...okay!"
The Big Jim train left the station as Molly struggled with those three huge penises, but something was wrong. The vortexes didn't close. And that naked silhouette woman hovered in both centers but moved the same way. As if time didn't exist at that center, and the two vortexes acted as monitors of that timeless woman. A soft whimper is heard.
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