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Retro Romp

Note:

For those care equally about plot and canon, and not just the “word porn”, this story represents Issue #2 of the “Venuz Beach Chronicles” — a noir-based erotica serial of absurd, bizzaro, and comedic satire-styled sex stories based in the fictional college town of Venuz Beach, Florida.

Each story bears its own plot but contains recurring characters and themes.

Issue 2 is a Sage Albrite story -- a limo chauffeur working for a high-end escort service.

Read them at your own risk (and pleasure!)

Enjoy,

Luccia Grimmnoirre

P.S.: Praise, Hate, Critique, and Outrage is encouraged.


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To say that Sage Albrite understood what “time travel” meant, would be very limited to what he had seen in the movies. And although his close acquaintance Lucci Pravo A.K.A. Dr. Nigel Taylor — billionaire playboy by night, brilliant “mad scientist” by day — had become somewhat of the underground leading expert in the field, Sage himself was still skeptical. What did he know, though? Sage was just a limo chauffeur for a high-end escort service.

To put it plainly, the time travel you’re probably thinking about (i.e: sending a biological, organic organism back or forth in time with the help of some intricately devised machine) was impossible. But time travel, say, using a highly sophisticated computer system, that harbored a fully designed “virtual reality sandbox video game” — namely the recreation of the 1980s porn set of Lurid Encounters IV.

Why would anyone, namely a doctor, create such a system?

Well, because, according to local Venuz Beach adult film director Joey Valentie Jr it was the only way to salvage one of the great lost porn reels of the golden age. According to him, Lurid Encounters IV was a lost holy grail of a byegone age of the adult world. It had everything that made adult films of that age great — busty tanned hotties with big hair; a badly lit, but exotic film set; and even that groovy seductive elevator music that winded with the moans and thrusts. And just by chance, with Dr. Taylor’s alter ego using the escort service Sage worked for, the young college kid was deemed just the right person for the job.

*Whipcrack!*

But before Sage put on the VR goggles and strapped himself into Dr. Nigel Taylor’s elaborate computer system, he gave him some warnings:

“Alright, Sage, this system is still in its beta form, designed for you to simply retrieve that adult film reel Joey has been bugging me about. Reality will become strangely real once you get in there, and the five senses will be incredibly potent. BUT being that we are sending you into a porn set, please do not engage.”

“Engage in...what way?” Sage asked, confused.

Dr. Taylor sighed and arched an eyebrow.

“He means passing up the opportunity to fuck two of the eighties biggest, hottest porn stars: Val Suxxx and Suzzy Sweetcakes,” Joey Valentie Jr. said from a corner of the laboratory.

“Will they be in there?”

“We don’t know,” Dr. Taylor explained. “I can only create the world, but the A.I. in the world eventually evolves itself, and from my research, sex and orgasms crash the system.”

Sage scoffed and laughed. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me, doc. I have a girlfriend.”

Dr. Taylor looked unsurely toward Joey, who just shook his head.

“Just put on the goggles, grab the reel off the camera, and leave. Ignore everything else in there,” Joey said with departing words.

Sage nodded, gestured to Dr. Taylor for the okay, and slipped on the goggles.

His vision faded to darkness, then a blue dot emerged. This blue dot grew and swarmed his vision and hearing. Sage suddenly shot forward, whooshing faster and faster through a spinning teal tunnel, until everything stopped. A few seconds later, the sensation of the floor came underneath him and he began to smell the muggy scent of steamy sex and cinnamon incense.

He opened his eyes to a retro living room composed of wood tiled walls and brick. The decor was of its time: box TVs, long maroon curtains and heavy blinds, black leather couches, and paintings of majestic tigers and fantasy castles. A wide fireplace stood as the centerpiece of the room, its mantle adorned in sensual sculptures of sex positions. This all was topped off with a large circular pearl shag carpet in the middle of the room.

Sage blinked a few seconds while looking around. The room was empty, with the idle camera equipment to his left, facing the u-shaped leather couch across the room.

Walking up to the old camera, he began to fiddle with the reel holder, doing to his best to extract the film from the retro-tech. The process proved tedious; his millennial mindset unaccustomed to the time and patience to deal with obsolete technology — even one that was computer-generated.

But as he continued to pry the stubborn film reel from the camera, the couch behind him came in sight. No longer was it vacant, but instead, sat two women with their legs seductively spread, backs straight, and wrists resting across one of their propped up knees.

They were “vintage seductive” with their feather platinum blonde hair, green eyes, and slender beach bodies. They wore matching white corsets, thigh-high pantyhose, and both rocked light brown bushy pussies. But their focal points were their tits — balloon shaped and inflated, definitely fake, but alluring to any young man of any generation.

Sage paid them no mind at first, continuing to fiddle with the reel. That’s when he heard one of them exhale softly, and he looked over his shoulder to them. They responded to his unsure gaze by sizing up the young twenty-one year old up like he was fresh meat.

“Who are you? You’re not Pike,” Val began.

Sage scoffed. “Pike?”

“Pike South, the coke head male performer who’s always late for the scene,” Suzzy added.

Sage couldn’t help but laugh as their emerald eyes focused his crotch and butt area. He shook his head, smiling, and went back to grabbing the porn reel.

“No, no, I’m no Pike.”

“So you’re not here to fuck us?” Val asked behind him.

“Can’t say I am. I’m just here for the porn reel.”

Finally prying the reel from the camera holder, he smiled in triumph and turned around, only to find his face implanted between a pair of buxom fake tits. Muffling briefly, Sage stood by to find Val in front him, grinning with her hands on her hips. Her body glitched in the system, before settling, and a soft groovy beat began to play from...from, well, somewhere.

“We sure don’t like thieves messing with our film,” she taunted.

“Film? This is a porn movie.”

“And who are you?” Val asked.

“Hard to believe it, but I’m from the future. And this reel is apparently a piece of adult film history, soooo I’ll be on my way.”

Turning back toward the camera, he took another step and walked right into Suzzy’s tits. He muffled a little louder, shook his head to unconsciously motorboat them, and pulled back. Suzzy’s body glitched and resettled much like her partner.

“Obviously you don’t know the difference between a movie and a film,” Suzzy taunted.

“Of course, they’re the same.”

Val and Suzzy laughed. They inched closer on either side of him, and panic began to swell over Sage. They were taller than him, but their high heels and heavy tits made them thoroughly gigantic.

“Oh no, baby. You got it all wrong,” Suzzy continued, “a movie is all about the action, a film has a plot.”

“Yeah?” Sage said with a shaky voice. “And...and...what’s the plot for Lurid Encounters four?”

Val and Suzzy cast a devlish glance at each other, then looked back down upon Sage. Val’s hands slid up over his shoulders and Suzzy pressed her long white fingernail into his chest.

“It’s when a young boy next door takes in two sexy hitchhikers for a weekend of hot, steamy sex.”

Their breasts pressed up against his neck and slid over his shoulders. He was sandwiched between their long and lanky frames, and the smell coconut oil came of their tanned bodies.

“Um, um, um, um um, but I’m from the future! And I’m just here for the porn reel.”

The two pornstars laughed again; Suzzy slunk her hand between their bodies and started to massage his stiffening cock.

“Then a sexy young guy from the future like you should relish in the opportunity to have sex with us,” Val said.

“And if you are from the future, can’t you just have your Capitan to beam ya up!?” Suzzy said.

A shocking realization crept through Sage at that moment. Out of all the drawn out ramblings, Dr. Taylor spoke about his time travel machine, the one thing he didn’t speak of was how to get back.

“But, but, but I’m just here for the porn reel!” he repeated.

Suzzy’s hand suddenly grabbed a hold of his hardened cock and she leaned into him.

“And we’re here...to...fuck you!” she announced.

Grabbing ahold of him, Sage found himself pulled down to shag carpet by Val and Suzzy. They wrestled briefly, with the two porn stars kicking away their high heels, and pulling out their gigantic fake breasts, as their bodies scrambled and tangled over Sage.

Eventually, Sage found himself put on his back, his head between Val’s laced thighs and face buried deep in her pussy hair. She leaned downward, helping Suzzy, who kneeled between his open legs, in extracting his cock. The two began to suck wildly and edge his growing penis ferociously with their tongues. The sensations were enough for Sage to accept his fate immediately, (and secretly like it).

By then the porn groove beat increased and he became fully adapted to his surroundings: he wasn’t just in a porn movie, but part of the film with two wild 80s pornstars wanting to satisfy him more and more.

Val and Suzzy sucked on his cock fully, making it so erect it ached. At the same time, Sage started to run his tongue through the silky wet pussy hair, finding Val’s vagina, and began slathering his tongue around her clit. Val’s legs tightened on either side of his head, and she moaned in response.

They continued this for a while, with Sage finding it odd he was still going. Val then looked up to Suzzy, exchanged tounges, and asked, “what do you want this thief from the future to do to you?”

Lost in his pussy eating session, he heard Suzzy announce: “I want that fresh young cock between my tits!” and drove her mouth deeply around his cock.

Loosening her thigh grip around his head, Val pushed herself upward from off Sage. Her tits ran over his torn up shirt and brushed over his face. Suzzy pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving a stream of saliva in her wake, and gripped the tops of his cargo shorts. She pulled them down to his ankles and tossed them aside.

As Val kneeled behind him, she pushed him upward by his shoulders. Suzzy then laid back across the shag carpet, keeping her legs spread and pressing her luxuriously large tits together.

“Come here and give me that cock,” she ordered.

Sage did as he was told. Val cupped his ass cheeks and knee-walked him forward toward Suzzy’s ripe and retro tanned body.

Straddling Suzzy’s narrow, sunkissed torso, he guided his bulging penis upward and pushed them up between her heavy plastic tits. The sensation was almost immediate for Sage and he lost himself in the moment. As Val wrapped her arms behind him, kissing along his neck, Suzzy pressed her tits together to keep his cock snug between the skin and plastic.

Sage rabidly humped her breasts, frantically pulling his hips back and forth with unstoppable vigor. Their moist skin slapped in the humid room. The invisible porn groove music even picked up in tempo, as if it followed his rising orgasm until blast off.

Exhaling a deep breath, Sage’s cum spurted out from between Suzzy’s tits. Their moaning filled the room. He then tried to pull his cock back, but the women equally grasped his cock. Val then pulled him backwards and he fell in between her legs, arms, and tits that sagged over his shoulders once again. Suzzy quickly crawled to her knees and wiggled in between Sage’s legs.

“You ain’t getting away that easy!” she announced.

“But there’s nothing left!”

Suzzy laughed, cupping his full balls, and squeezed tightly along the bottom of his shaft.

“I beg to differ! There’s always more!”

Val hugged Sage’s boyish frame against her glistening naked body, watching Suzzy double grip the young man’s throbbing cock and started to frantically double stroke. She tugged with wild vigor in the rush of the anonymous porn groove that Sage still didn’t know where the fuck it came from. Sage’s eyes then began to widen, watching the tightly gripped hands run up and down his penis skin, seeing his swollen cockhead inflate more and more until yet again he popped.

Cums blasted out from the tip with volume and intensity. It splattered across Suzzy’s fake tits and dotted his stomach. The two pornstars moaned out in wild satisfaction, with Val lowering one hand and taking part in the stroking. They pulled the seed from him even after his initial orgasm, draining Sage fully and left him limp, his head nestled snugly between Val’s gigantic fake tits.

The effects of the orgasm washed over him. The room glitched and flickered wildly, and he closed his eyes, listening to the porn groove beat cut away.

His body became weightless in the process, and darkness overtook him. A few seconds later he was reawoken by a voice he didn’t intend to hear.

“YOU YOUNG HORNY IDIOT!” Joey Valentie screamed.

Sage jolted in the chair, his arms flailing until they touched the VR goggles. Pulling them off, he saw Dr. Taylor holding back Joey from trying to choke him.

“YOU WERE JUST SUPPOSED TO GRAB THE PORN REEL AND LEAVE!”

Sage lept off the chair he sat in and jumped behind it to create even more distance between the two.

“I didn’t know how to get back, no one showed me how to get back!” he announced.

Joey screamed in frustration, broke away from the doctor, and stormed out of the lab room. His muffled swearing filled the hallway outside, as Dr. Taylor turned to him panting.

“How come you never told me how to get out of there?” Sage asked confused.

Dr. Taylor paused, his eyes widening a little bit, and he said, “guess, I was absent-minded on that part. Geez, sorry, bud. But, hey, you had fun, right?!”

All Sage could do was sigh and shake his head.
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