Author: Rex Weldon
About: Plunged into the world of the future, John Sumpter encounters the
pleasure maidens of the year 3169. His own era, 2169, had not yet
created the masturbating robot machine, nor the intricate devices which
would make a hungry vagina go squish-squish. He has yet to learn
of the complex system of the fug-fug, which resembled in many
ways a plain, old-fashioned, humpty-dumpty screw.
Being an alien, John soon learns that he is easily recognized because
of his seven—inch, palpitating staff.
He discovers Cleo, who never had it dog—fashion, but who could screw
the hide off of a monkey's dong. He uncovers the hidden secrets of
Bunny One, whose experienced twat could uncover any man's foreskin. He
probes the Girl of the Future, Jan, to find out why she loves his
probe. And he has the TIME of his life swapping from one to the other.
Her excitement with the robot was nothing compared to this! She was
fugging on, as if she had pressed all three red buttons at once. Her
slit was wet, her breasts were taut and swelling...
The virile strokings of his tongue, the feel of his hands on her
naked, yielding rump, and best of all, having a real staff, a real big
staff, in her hand instead of a plastic imitation, no matter how
cleverly heated and shaped...well, it was too much for Cleo to take.
I'm going jug-fug,
she thought, wildly. I'm having my squish-squish already!
She tore her mouth from his and squeezed his enormous penis. She
shuddered. The sweet stabs of her squish-squish brought on a
more intense fug-fug. Her hips churned and twisted in air. The
stings and spasms of her squish-squish were so intense nothing
mattered. The Putitoome pill she had taken, to make her pleasure last
longer with the robot, seemed to be operating even yet.
Ohhhh, it was just about the best squishing she had ever known!
“Let's watch what they do,” Ala said to Ona. The two girls stood in
the main living section, staring at the door through which John and
Cleo had disappeared. Each boudoir had a peep—hole, and Cleo's was no
exception. It could be deactivated by pressing a switch, but Ala felt
sure that Cleo, excited as she was, would forget to cut the power.
“We're not supposed to peek in at the Leader,” Ona replied.
“Oh, we're not supposed to do lots of things,” Ala said, gliding to
the head—high panel that would let them see into Cleo's quarters. “She
Ala pressed the activator button, and sure enough, the interior of
the redhead's bedroom was visible. The glass was built so those within
the room couldn't see the watchers; there was audio, too.
“Oh!” Ala exclaimed. “Look at this!”
Ona couldn't resist; she ran forward and stared over the brunette's
shoulder. The primitive male named John was naked, and his stiffened
penis was the largest she had ever seen, in real life. What muscles,
what strength and virility! Cleo's face was flushed as though she had
already experienced an orgasm. Her wrapper was wide apart, her breasts
were swollen, her nipples spiked. She had her right hand on his staff.
She was gazing at it with voluptuous intensity.
“I can tell she's had a squish-squish this soon,” Ala giggled. “See
how wet she is down there?”