An incredible ticket to youth
My neighbor Pal Palych strongly resembled the half-mad professor from the movie "Back to the Future" — just as disheveled and completely absorbed in his computers. And his diagrams on the wall meant that a parallel reality exists, running alongside ours but with a 30-year shift. Those curves resembled two sine waves, and at the points of intersection, contact or mind exchange was possible. Even a shift in the history of that period! After having a good laugh at his inspired speeches, I one day decided to take the plunge and, sitting at the console, put on the helmet with suction cups on my head. And now the numbers are blinking on the console — literally five minutes until contact,
two, one — contact. I laughed and suddenly a wall of fog rose before me, then something like a mirror, and I simply lost consciousness!I came to, for some reason lying on the floor, and that damn experimenter was shoving an ammonia-soaked cotton ball under my nose — judging by the sharp smell, he was bringing me around. And when did he manage to change clothes? And he looked noticeably younger and not so disheveled. Holy smokes! — it just clicked in my head! Could it really have worked as Pal Palych described? Completely stunned, I jumped up and stared just as stunned into the mirror.
This guy looks awfully familiar... and then it hit me like a dusty sack to the head! That's me! Me after finishing 11th grade, it's hot now, so it's summer and vacation — memories from my school album photos were spinning in my head. And now I'm not 46 years old like in my world, but only 18, and I'm now in my body from that time in a parallel world! Holy shit! My head is spinning! And what do I do now? It's one thing to dream, and quite another to act in reality. And what can you do now? Well, it seems this experimenter promised a new contact in three or four months and, accordingly, a return back. Well then — we'll "flounder" here for these three months! Or four!
After giving "this" Pal Palych an earful, I headed home. Saturday, as I understood, so at home I was met by a young, beautiful woman around 35. How cool and sexy she is, my "old friend" even inflated my pants! That's my mom! Mommy laughed when she saw the bulge in my pants and called me for lunch, saying, distract yourself from daydreaming after staring at half-naked women on the beach. After eating, I lay down to rest and figure out a plan of action for these three months. And in the evening, I suddenly felt sick, mommy felt a bump on the back of my head — I did fall on the floor and hit it. All night mommy fussed over me — I was just burning up. I slept through the day, and at night I felt even worse — I started freezing, apparently that's how the two minds were struggling within me. And again, my beloved mommy saved me!
Well, I can't bear it anymore, and there's no point — I easily pulled down her tights-pantyhose (what underwear women wear now!) and, sharply spreading her legs, boldly entered the vagina of the dearest and closest person to me. Although right now beneath me was just a sexy young lady! My orgasm was awesome and I even growled quietly. And mommy, feeling the hot essence inside her, woke up and began slowly moving to meet me.
— Sashok, how grown-up you've become! I've never experienced anything like this. It used to be, you'd finish maybe once a month, but here three times in a row. You've become a real man. I can imagine how many girls in your class you've corrupted, you shameless boy! And how good I feel now, how sweet! — mommy whispered hotly in my ear.
So for two more nights before dad's arrival, I happily "got treated" by her, as I passionately convinced her. I especially liked it when mommy lay on her stomach, tucking a small pillow underneath, and I, riding her still firm butt, came fully into mommy's hot womb. And after my cunnilingus, she always came wildly. On the second night, she also raised my tired member with her sweet lips and I again enjoyed mommy's awesome body, giving us both a sea of pleasure. Especially since, as mommy later told me, after becoming head of the construction department, my dad started paying more attention to his appetizing secretary than fulfilling his marital duty. So I happily had to make up for daddy's "absences." And we were both delighted! Well, and next according to my plan, to do what I remembered from being older, but didn't do, and needed to, as I now understood.
Uncle Vitya, our neighbor, a master craftsman with "golden hands," started drinking heavily and ended very badly in my world, and his family suffered and struggled because of his harmful habit. And my neighbors, after he repaired their appliances, didn't give him money but a shot. Well, since he constantly had a headache, I now started giving him "Antabuse" instead of Analgin. So his head didn't hurt, and he started refusing shots, embarrassing his acquaintances, and accordingly started bringing money home, even if not much.
And then one day I saw the chairman of the most famous and richest collective farm in Crimea, "Friendship of Peoples." Boldly approaching him and brazenly introducing myself as the secretary of the Komsomol committee, not specifying it was the school one, I made him a clearly interesting proposal. Like, here's the thing — our mechanic Zhiltsov, a master with golden hands, can restore one of the already written-off combines standing in the field behind our repair shop in a week. Upon completion of the work, accordingly — in a week, personally from you, 300 rubles into my hands to settle with the master, and you go to the management of our PMK-111 and buy combine number 1275 practically for scrap metal price. They'll be happy too — money in the account, for bonuses, and space can be freed up.
— A combine, and operational, you say? — looking intently at me, the chairman suddenly agreed. Of course — try getting a combine through allocation, but here for such money, for this collective farm, as they say, it's nothing. Well, and a bonus for me — for brains!
A little surprised by my audacity, he immediately drew up a work agreement in Uncle Vitya's name. So in a week, I had three hundred rubles in my hands — "For the master" and 100 — personally for me, as the intermediary.
Uncle Vitya started repairing a DT-54 tractor now, also figuring he'd soon restore an old GAZ-51. He chased away his friends who brought a bottle of wine with a crowbar, really puzzling them, and started drinking "Cream Soda," which I brought him. And I directed my steps to Aunt Nina, his wife, worn out by her husband's drinking. Putting 150 rubles on the table, saying for her husband's work, and from you, dear madam, just fifteen kisses. And then Uncle Vitya will completely stop drinking, and your wallet will constantly have money.
Unable to resist, I came wildly inside her, seemingly filling her womb completely — so much sperm came out of me. Dad had arrived, mommy slept with him, so it built up over a week! And when Ninon, realizing this, started protesting that she could easily get pregnant, I in a mentor's tone reasonably noted that in that case they'd get not a "two-room," like a family with one child, but a three-room apartment. I know for sure a new building is planned and then you can get a new apartment. Like that!
Seemingly aroused by my words, Ninonka started tenderly caressing me, my member swelled again and a minute later she was again moving under me — the girl was clearly "starved." And how she came — she screamed for the whole house to hear when my life-giving fluid, full of protein, ended up inside her! We parted, pleased with each other. And a week later, deliberately waiting, I brought her another hundred rubles. Ninon's joy knew no bounds — there's money and the trade union committee chairman said that since Zhiltsov started improving and brought profit to our enterprise — she can count on a "three-room" in the new building, give us another citizen of our country. And quickly! Try!
So now she herself dragged me to bed, only marveling that I was so young and so sensible and enterprising. Now I boldly came inside her, and the second time Ninonka also reached orgasm, so she saw me off with a simply happy face, stroking her belly, in which a star of new life could shine. We whispered and laughed a bit at parting — I put the beauty in the "doggy style" position for the second "round," as she joked. And to my request about her butt, she sharply objected, saying then it's "divorce and maiden name." But in the mouth — with pleasure! Okay — now in the mouth too! And about the butt? Well, nothing — the next night I happily entered mommy's compliant butt. And before that, I gave her 50 rubles for a new dress — saying, your son earned it. Well, how could she not "pamper" her beloved son then. Especially since I hinted — in a week she'd get another 50 rubles. Mommy was in complete delight, as all women are at the sight of money. And I was in my complete delight, riding my mommy's firm butt. And how awesome it was to come in her tight little hole!
Well then — next according to memories and my plan. My beloved teacher Margarita Pavlovna, as I remembered, was decided to be beaten and raped by three moronic students from our school. They should have been sent to a special school long ago, but the principal kept forgiving this "Petrovskaya Sloboda." That's what they were called because of the leader — the eternal failure and repeater Kolka Petrov. And Margarita always gave them all F's. And what else can you give for mooing instead of answering homework? But since I managed to overhear their conversation in the park in the evening, that tomorrow evening they and, of course, "my Margo," as I called her to myself, were in for a surprise! For some good, for others not so much. The thing is, we had a meter-long piece of thick high-voltage cable in the storage room — a terrible thing in a fight! And when these scoundrels set out in the evening on their "business," an invisible shadow in the darkness and a black tracksuit, I slid after them.
This one figured it out quickly — pissing himself from fear, he jumped over the half-naked Margarita and flew faster than the wind, without even zipping up his fly. And the two remaining heroes, howling from pain and fear, took off too — first on all fours, then stomping loudly. And when their howls faded in the distance, I offered Margo my hand, helping her up. Taking off my cap and becoming less terrifying, I tenderly kissed her hand and, holding her ice-cold-from-fear fingers in my hand, inquired about her well-being. Well, if nothing happened — then everything's fine. Kissing her hand again, and then her trembling hot lips, I, stepping away, found and handed her her panties. And what kind of panties did women wear then? In my time, there was a joke — "Before, you could wash a car with women's panties, but now you can't even wipe glasses with them."
Blushing so much it was noticeable even in this semi-darkness, she turned away, quickly put on her panties, flashing a white spot of her round butt. Then she hugged me, all trembling — apparently only now did the possible horror of what I saved her from sink in. Well, and I offered her to "relieve stress" with the help of a known noble drink from the province of Cognac. After the second glass at her place, I confessed that I had long been in love with her, that she was the woman of my dreams, so soon, after passionate kisses and caresses, I cozily settled between Margo's beautiful legs and energetically drove into her. How sweet and sexy she is! The dream of my nights came true — I have my beauty teacher! I came quite brazenly inside her, without asking permission and also brazenly declaring that I did it on purpose, so that finally "Your elderly fiancé from the education department will finally marry you. Such a cool and sweet woman, and he's still thinking! If he can't manage in the future, I'll always help!"
Quietly and so arousingly laughing, Margo declared that this option was very interesting and immediately offered me a "repetition of the covered material." A teacher! Catching on, I first gave her cunnilingus, which she of course had never received, and then, to the accompaniment of her voluptuous moans, came inside her a second time. We didn't let go of our embrace for a long time — Margo was in complete delight. Instead of a beating and rape, getting an orgasm and cunnilingus from a young guy in love with her — of course she'd be delighted! Well, and our morning sex, in the gentle light of a summer morning and the rays of the rising sun, was absolutely amazing.
Now in the morning, in the light, clearly realizing that she could have been brutally beaten and harshly raped by those idiots — how much shame and investigations at the police and in court there would have been! Unimaginable! Of course, how brazen she was — giving them F's! They would have taken full revenge! So Margo tried to "thank" me — gave me a blowjob, clumsily but with desire, and then, in the cowgirl position, was simply magnificent. And most importantly — she had an orgasm! Well, and I was in complete delight — the woman of my dreams was "riding" me. And the sight of my member in her mouth put me on cloud nine!
Remembering another event from my parallel life, a month later, namely on August 1st, I simply saved Vovka Kotov from an attack by the "Petrovskaya Sloboda." Back then, they smashed his head and he ended up very badly, wandering through hospitals. And the guy had simply unique mathematical abilities. The head of the math department at our university was practically "drooling" over him, wanting to get such a promising student, a winner of school olympiads.
Well, and Petrov and company really pissed off Vovka — too smart, they said! So they caught him one evening after a dance, demanding a non-existent debt, saying, mathematician, but you don't want to calculate the debt. And they beat him brutally. But here it turned out differently, to their regret — within seconds they were lying on the ground howling in pain. And I, smearing Vovka's blood on their faces, hurried to a payphone. And soon a patrol delivered to the station a guy with a bloody face and three scoundrels with knives and brass knuckles. And they laughed at Vovka's story about the beating and help from "Zorro" at the police station, but the trio was "processed" to the fullest. They'd had it in for them for a long time!
Vovka's parents sent him to the seaside to recover from the stress, and I soon dropped by Vovka's mommy and, embarrassed, confessed my feat. Why did I drop by? Not to brag, but I brought 50 rubles, saying, I wrangled it from the general department of the city executive committee for our future "star" of the mathematical sky, his clothes were torn after all. Admiring Larisa Nikolaevna, who had already heard about the unknown but noble savior of her son, showered me with kisses, pressing me tightly to her lush chest. I also hugged her tightly and boldly stroked her soft butt, getting great pleasure — Vovka's mommy was a looker! And after a sweet kiss, she invited me on Saturday — to see a new suit for Vovka. Her husband, as always — fishing, so she'd be waiting for me and would show me.
And she "showed" me — both her new slip, and lacy panties, and beautiful stockings. Saying, bought everything thanks to my resourcefulness at the city executive committee. And when I handed over another 25 rubles, saying, now the police allocated from their fund — she "ate" that too and rewarded me with a new sweet kiss. And I started stroking and kneading her lush breasts and our kiss became quite passionate. Then she asked the "hero" to take off her panties and immediately received full-on cunnilingus. I tried my best, so Larisa Nikolaevna soon screamed out loud and came wildly. And she allowed me to come in her round, soft butt. Ah, what a butt she has — a dream for an anal sex lover. I was in complete delight from the caresses and passion of this gorgeous, understanding woman.
So flew by three months of my stay in the parallel reality. I was in complete delight that I was thrown here. I helped good people. And what women gave themselves to me — just a fairy tale for a guy my age! How lucky I was! Did I shift the unwieldy wheel of history in this period of the time segment? A complex question! But here's what was definitely done: I helped and was "helped." For example, Vovka Kotov, possessing unique mathematical abilities, will now become a Doctor of Sciences and teach at the university. Possibly at Princeton or Eton.
Aunt Nina's husband stopped drinking completely, the "Friendship of Peoples" collective farm got several pieces