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With the aid of the long vine from up above, we lowered all the hides down the long rock slope a lot faster than I would have thought possible. The three women and five girls were all eager to help and get over to the portal.

The place where Sheryl was talking about was right next to where we’d been dumped here originally, and it took us only an hour or so to get there. There were clouds moving in and we hurried to get all of our belongings piled close. We wanted to be able to dive through the portal if, in fact it opens for us.

“If those clouds ever clear out long enough for the sun to reflect off these shiny clear rocks, we need to be ready. All of you get close, load all your weapons and hides in your arms. When we go, we need to be sure all of us go at once. I don’t want us getting separated again. Just be reminded, we may or may NOT be dumped into 2011 Kansas. Be prepared for whatever,” I told them, as we all sat around like a bunch of kids waiting for the camp bus to arrive and take us home.

“Get ready, Mr. Sandusky. There’s a huge clear spot in the clouds, the sun will break through in a matter of seconds,” Jason yelled, and we stood with our arms loaded, while still managing to hold onto one another.

Sure enough, the clouds opened up and the sun broke out clear and warm. We all turned toward the smooth, flat surface of the shiny rock. The heat waves began to rise from it and Melinda was poised to pounce.

“GO,” I yelled, as the clouds were closing in. The shadows were coming right at the portal and we may not make it.

I was last in line and just as Jared pulled my arm, there was a huge tug-of-war going on between me and the load of plums, arrows, and two of the bows.

I felt my hands slipping from Jared’s grip and heard a loud snap. I was falling and it seemed forever.

I felt a naked leg, then another. I landed with a thump on a warm sand beach and jumped up to see the others standing. All of us looked around at each other as we stared in disbelief.

We were back in Jamaica. I recognized the very place where we’d been standing when we were snatched up and sent to prehistoric South America.

“WE MADE IT,” Annie yelled and ran to me. We danced and hugged, running back and forth in the sand.

Sheryl and Lex stood looking at us.

“This isn’t Kansas,” Sheryl said.

“No, but this is like a second home to us. We’re in 1840s Jamaica and that’s where we were going when we last saw Stacy. She’ll look for us here first,” Annie explained.

“Hey, I kind of like it here. It’s warmer and I like the sand. I see lots of fruit too. Can we swim in the ocean?” Sheryl said.

“We have a better place than the ocean to swim, don’t we, girls?” Jared yelled, as they all ran to the well worn path through the jungle. We were all running, stumbling, and laughing as we carried our load with us.

By the time Melinda, Monica, and I reached the jungle pool, the others were drinking the coconut cream and jerking their fur patches off. I saw Sheryl’s bushy pussy hair and knew she was about to get a surprise.

Annie led the charge as she grabbed Lex’s hand and ran to the pool to dive in. He followed her and came up laughing. The four cousins and Sheryl were right behind them, followed by Jared and Jason.

“I’ll stay here and keep watch, both of you go get some of the coconut cream and have a good time,” I told Monica and Melinda.

“Mr. Sandusky, we hate to leave you alone,” Monica said.

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable without one of us keeping an eye out for danger. We’ve been through too much here and the other place we just came from. Both of you go ahead and I’ll catch up when we’re safer.”

I watched as the two ran to the pool where the others were. I saw Lex and Sheryl having fun as they splashed and swam in the warm, milky waters of the jungle pool. Jason and Jared were each busy with a sister, as they rammed their young cocks deep into the girls while they held onto them with their legs wrapped around their waists.

Sheryl’s breasts were growing to match those of Monica’s as she rubbed them and splashed the coconut flavored water over them. Monica pulled Lex away from his sister and pushed him back to sit in the shallow water near the bank. She was on him like she was attacking him in anger. In no time, Monica had the boy’s cock deep in her pussy as she swung her huge breasts across his face.

Sheryl was still watching her brother when Jason came to her and pulled her around for a hug. That was all it took to spark her own sexual longing. She pulled Jason over to lie beside her brother as she straddled Jason’s waist and took him deep inside her.

I knew Lex had a large cock, but I knew it wasn’t near as large as Jason’s and Jared’s. The plums may have had a surprising effect on Lex’s young cock and Sheryl’s breasts, but nothing like the effect of the coconut cream had on the rest of us. Sheryl dropped her sexy ass down to take Jason’s cock and I could tell by the expression on her face, that she had her pussy stuffed like never before.

That didn’t stop this girl though, she rode him just like Monica was riding her brother. Her breasts were almost as large as Monica’s already and she used them to maul Jason’s face. He grasped a handful and locked his lips onto a turgid nipple that was swollen and proud as she rolled her hips and took him deeper.

I saw movement from the backside of the pool and jumped up from where I had been relaxing on the rock. Someone was coming through the palm fronds and ferns from that side of the pool. As I held my gun in both hands, I saw Stacy and Juana wading out into the pool.

I stood and stared as they waded toward the others. I looked back to see William and Marie Londermon, then Darren Willingham. When I looked again, I saw the grandparents, Bill and Mildred Willingham, and George and Ruth Londermon coming into the pool from the jungle ferns on the back side of the pool.

I ran to greet them just as Annie and the others looked up to see Stacy, Juana, Fiorina, Gina Maria, and the rest of family coming from the back side of the pool.

Stacy saw me and came as hard as she could through the creamy waters of the pool.

“DAD!” she screamed, as she hugged me.

“Stacy, how did you ever find us? Monica told us about the storm back there and how it had moved the mirrors.”

“OH, DAD, it was horrifying to see the mirrors with limbs lying over them. I just knew both were shattered and we’d never find all of you. Neither of them was broken, and I knew I had to find a way to get back here. I was just a little off in my navigation, but here we are.”

“I knew you would find a way, Stacy. I kept telling Annie you would never stop until you found us.”

“Who are the others with you? Did you find them here?”

“Stacy, you won’t believe it when we tell you where we were dumped when the storm hit. There was also a storm that hit here at the same time as we reached the portal to go back to Kansas. We were whisked up and dumped in prehistoric South America. That’s where we met Lex and his sister, Sheryl Mathis.”

“You mean they were already in prehistoric South America when you got there?”

“They said they’d been there for thirty years, and yet they still look like teenagers. They’re originally from right here in Summerfield, Kansas, and were sucked up into a huge tornado back in 1981. They’re main food staple has been those big plums over there. They told us they believe that was what caused the aging process to stop, since their bodily changes started almost instantly when they began eating them.”

“Just like the coconut cream we’ve been drinking and bathing in!” Stacy said.

“Yes, now we need to all get back in the 21st century and take a long hard look at this time travel. We sure don’t need to be hung out there thousands of years apart again.”

“How did you ever find your way back here to the jungle?”

“I remembered seeing a spot above the portal each time we’d go back to 2011 from here. I saw one right where we were dumped on that prehistoric land and later mentioned it to Lex and Sheryl. They had seen a place like I was describing and took us to it. They had noticed that the sun had to be shining on the smooth, shiny rocks, before the heat waves would appear. We waited until the right moment and dove through. We could only hope we’d be dumped back here or Kansas. We knew you and the others would be searching for us.”

“We were, Dad. We were frantic when we saw Monica also being swallowed up in the portal. Then the winds really became violent and the mirrors were blown over. Tree limbs fell all over them and I just knew they would be destroyed. When the storm cleared, we gathered the mirrors up and saw there were no more than a few scratches on the finish. There was a big treetop right where the mirrors had been before, so I moved them to a spot close by that I was hoping would still be in Jamaica and here we are.”

“Stacy, I knew you’d never stop looking until you found us. Let’s get the others rounded up and get back to Kansas. We need to help Lex and Sheryl try and find their family, if there are any of them still alive.”

When we told the story of Lex and Sheryl Mathis to the Londermons and Willinghams, Darren Willingham and William Londermon both knew the family. They lived about five miles from them back toward town.

“Our parents are still alive?” Sheryl asked, and burst into tears.

“They both are, Sheryl. I know they’ll be surprised to see both of you after all these years,” Darren told her.

“They may not believe it’s actually us,” Lex said, as he looked at his sister.

“They may have a hard time believing we’re still alive after all these years, but when they see us, they’ll know it really is us. I want to go see them now. I hope some of you have clothes we can wear, we sure can’t go see Mom and Dad like this,” Sheryl said, as she laughed at the thought.

With the help of Darren and William, we carried our bundles of plums, primitive weapons, and more coconuts over to the mirrors.

When we entered the garden area of their homes back in Kansas, we saw the trees down and the homes with the roofing shingles ripped back. From what I could see, this was the extent of the damage.

“Mr. Sandusky, Lex and I have a question for you and Annie,” Sheryl said, when we were all in the house and eating a snack.

“Sure, Sheryl. What is it you want to know?”

“We were wondering if our parents really do believe it’s us and they accept us back. Do you think we could get them to drink the coconut cream? We’ve already decided we’re going to give them plenty of plums to eat.”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea. There’s no way of knowing how they’ll react to seeing both of you after all these years. If they can accept the fact you really have survived and haven’t aged any, I see no reason why they won’t accept the ‘Fountain of Youth’ that helped you both survive.”

“We’ll go with you, Sheryl. We’ve seen them in the yard many times and waved, but have never stopped,” Kylie offered.

“Thanks, Kylie, we appreciate that. I know they will need lots of support until we can convince them it really is us. I just hope we don’t scare them to death,” Lex said.

“We’ll all get dressed and go. William and I both know your parents. We’ll help you break this to them and try to help them understand what has happened. Just be sure and tell them the truth if they ask anything about your ordeal,” Darren told them.

“What if they ask about us being together for thirty years? They’ll know we lived as man and wife,” Sheryl said.

“Tell them you had no choice at the time and you needed each other’s love. I’m sure they’ll understand,” Darren explained.

“I agree with Mr. Darren,” Lex said.

“OK, let’s go visit our parents for the first time in thirty years. I want them to love us like they did when we were growing up at home,” she said, as the girls took her and Lex back to help them find clothes.

“Any suggestions, Dad?” Annie asked.

“I have no idea how to handle something like this. I suppose it would be like children who were given up for adoption and finally find their parents. The only difference will be that the parents believe their kids were killed in a storm and never found.”

“Dad, do you think they may be overwhelmed if we all go over there?” Stacy asked.

“I say we all go. The more of us there is, the more likely the Mathis’ will be calm enough to accept the reality of their son and daughter coming home,” Ruth Londermon said.

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There, first seed of 'servitude' was planted. I didn't have to work. I took the team out to dinner. We did talk for a bit about a marketing strategy for a new product line – just long enough to qualify the dinner as business expense before heading home. I'm going to slowly tighten the screws and if he doesn't balk along the line, I'll give him a bit of wank time in two or three weeks. "Hey babe, I just got off the highway, should be there in a little while." Disconnecting the call...

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ReflectionsChapter 4

"Baby, why don't you fix me a night cap after you strip. You can have a one ounce shot of cognac but then I want you between my legs while I watch this new movie the girls in the office have been raving about." That's how we spent that Friday night. When the movie was over... "Thank you baby, that was wonderful. Come turn around. Your neck must be hurting. Let me give you a little massage to ease those muscles." After a while – "OK, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. It's OK if you...

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ReflectionsChapter 5

I had gotten instantly hard when she came into focus on the computer screen. That outfit was hot but then the erection slowly faded as she sucked on that obscene dildo and by the time she started to berate me, it was gone. I guess I'm not voyeur type – certainly not via web cam. I was pretty sure I could get out of here tomorrow right after lunch. Frank could handle the rest. The customer was happy that I had made the trip and that is all what counted. I just wasn't ready for a...

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ReflectionsChapter 6

Terry I was still uneasy about the whole thing and not really sure if I wanted to go through with this. But in the end my love for Clarissa and desire to please her won out. We were ready to go down to dinner when Clarissa walked up to me and embraced me. "Babe, are we good? You know that I love you and only you. It's just this compulsion that I have to try this cuckold thing." She chuckled, "we are a fine pair of pervs. I want to be the slut and while you may not really want to be a...

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ReflectionsChapter 7

Terry Wednesday was incredible. I left the office early to stop at the fish store for some fresh salmon filets. The rest of the stuff we had home. I had all my preparations done when the two ladies showed up. Clarissa gave me one of those tonsil probing kisses and Julie a chaste peck on the cheek. Instantaneously, my dick was hard in that unyielding plastic prison. I guess she had not come from the office but from her home because she looked hot with plenty of cleavage. After the...

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ReflectionsChapter 8

Terry Luck would have it that in her snit Clarissa forgot to lock the door. So I grabbed what I needed and got dressed. Note to self, move your stuff to the other closet. I was out of the house before Clarissa got up. Work was busy and I wound up staying late. I called the house and Clarissa's cell leaving a message telling her that I was working late and got a bite in town before coming home. When I got home I walked into a virtual ice box. I tried to walk over to where Clarissa was...

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ReflectionsChapter 11

Clarissa There I sat on the bed in my hotel room. The sun streaming through the window. I bet Terry is having a great time out on the golf course with that bitch and his buddies. Then I started to think back on last night. The beginning was hot and l loved the way Roger tried to humiliate my hubby. I had to come to his defense but my heart wasn't in it. Not that what I said wasn't the truth. Terry is and always will be a great lover. But this is a game, well not really, more like a quest...

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ReflectionsChapter 12

Terry At first it was the perfect home coming. Clarissa was caring and loving in spite of the hell she put me through with her teasing and tormenting. Thing is, the subbie in me liked that part. She was driving me crazy with the need to cum and I lost count how many times she brought me right to the edge. To my surprise I had actually a good time but then we had done this before. The only difference, in the end I got to fuck her and our combined orgasms were absolutely mind blowing after...

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ReflectionsChapter 13

Terry I took my shower, grabbed my snifter and the bottle of cognac and started to relax in my new chair, compliments of Clarissa. As I sat there I wondered how much use I would get out of it. If we stayed together and continued with the cuckolding, probably a lot. If not, maybe I'll chuck the old one that's down in the living room. Also I was wondering if I was making a mistake by not pulling the plug. I mean she didn't really say much other than that she was sorry which I do believe...

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ReflectionsChapter 14

"My poor boy, I can see where you feel conflicted and confused. Torn between your love for your wife and the need to maintain your dignity and self respect." "You know a cuckold relationship can be a beautiful thing. Let me tell you a story, but first there is coffee in the kitchen. Why don't you get us some. I'll take mine black. Fixings are next to the pot so you can do whatever you want to yours." I got us coffee and Peggy continued her story. "As I told you, my husband got...

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ReflectionsChapter 15

Clarissa I was sitting in first class with Roger on our way to Miami for a vacation. Coming to think of it, it was the very first time I ever went on an actual vacation without Terry. For a fleeting moment I was sad and then I remembered last night and this morning. Oh how I was pissed at Terry, the nerve of the guy. First last night after sissy Petey went into full drama mode when Renee tapped his useless balls with her cane. Throwing my friends out and insisting on cleaning up first. I...

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ReflectionsChapter 16

Terry I had to chuckle to myself – not in front of Clarissa but as soon as I was out the door and on the steps down into the garage. Her face was priceless when I told not in so many words but still to 'shove it'. I'm getting into this mind game thing. Playing the compliant and obedient cuckold hubby and suddenly turn around tell her in a polite way to f ... k herself. That I was no pushover. I did things for her because I wanted to. I had a great time yesterday and felt she deserved a...

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ReflectionsChapter 17

Terry I don't know what had gotten into Clarissa but it sure seemed that old Clarissa, the one I fell in love with is back. But back in my mind I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. When we got to my room I went to the fridge and grabbed a container of OJ. "Want some Princess? I don't think I've got any fluid left in me." "Yes please, then into bed. But first please wash your face. It's a bit of a mess." We cuddled and kissed goodnight and I must have been asleep...

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ReflectionsChapter 18

We decided on going out to dinner. A new restaurant had opened up not too far from us and I wanted to try it. It was advertised as "Asian Fusion" and I was curious. It turned out to be that they had a conglomeration of Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese dishes and everything we tried was quite good. Once we got back, Terry wanted to do the laundry but I told him to forget it this time. Instead we cuddled for a while on the double lounger on the patio and watched the full moon and a starry...

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ReflectionsChapter 2

The separation and divorce went much better than I had expected. The moving company came the following day and took the kids' things and my personal things to my parents' house. I'm not sure if I mentioned that my parents did have servants, but my mother did ninety percent of watching the kids when they were there before the breakup. She loved kids and was a perfect grandmother. Marlene did show up and sign the papers. Our divorce was final in just a few months. Evelyn came over to see...

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ReflectionsChapter 5

Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer; I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses. Our time together was full of discovery. I didn't know how life would be without her in it. Now it was time for my family and friends to finally meet her. Max and Deanne were the only ones that had met her. Even they were surprised that she...

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ReflectionsChapter 6

This is the final chapter. Thank you for those who stayed with me on this one. As always a big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this a much better read. "Why do you want to go to college?" I asked Vicky. I do have to say it bothered me. I wanted to trust her but because of my past, I was also worried. "I'm taking a citizenship test to become an American citizen. I have to go twice a week for the next six months. My travel visa will expire in nine months." "You...

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ReflectionsChapter 3

I arrived at the airport in France along with one of our financial officers and his wife. Max Riley has been with the company as long as I have and we were good friends. I was the best man at his wedding to his wife Deanna. They made a wonderful couple. They also had two kids, both of whom were also now in college. I remember asking Max if he wanted to go to France and audit a set of books. His wife's reaction made me laugh. "He's not going to Paris without me!" she said. Actually I was...

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Reflection That cant be me

Reflection, No way that is me! By Princess Panty boy I am just a normal guy who will turn 18 the day after tomorrow. I am kind of a little small for my age, but I am not a midget. Unfortunately, I am the smallest person in my high school and that does include the girls too. I have long hair past my shoulders and a thin body frame. I once heard my dad say I was petite. My mom tells me I should be happy about having clear and smooth skin, and such a full thick head of hair. Mom...

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REFLECTION DAY

A cloudy sky blanketed Malibu; the clouds threatened to break open at any moment. I lay in my Reflection hammock, watching the sky and listened as the waves crashed onto the shore with a dangerous vengeance. My daughter and I never missed Reflection day at the end of each month. It had been hard not to push my beliefs off onto my daughter as I raised her, but I had managed to let her find her own way in life. However, Reflection day is something she and I both agreed on. It's an important day...

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Reflection

Note to the reader: This is a seventh in my “Home Alone For The Weekend” series. This story features 14-year-old Michael. He thinks he’s gay. In fact, he is gender-trapped, a female in a male body. He stands barely 1/2” taller than his 6th grade sister Mina, outweighs her by only 2 pounds. He secretly wears her underwear. With the help of some potent weed, a 12-pack of his mom’s Heineken, and his renegade reflection, Michael transforms over the weekend into girlhood. Note that Michael is my...

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Reflection

Anyone who wishes to archive this poem may do so. It's just doggerel really, a trifling thing. Reflection A poem by Veronica Moonlit The Reflection I see is not truly me. I have never liked the image I see. I prefer myself envisioned in my mind, Magical Lady of Moonlight, whose heart is open to thine. Mirrors can't show ones love, soul, or spirit. The things that are inside can't get near it. The Reflection is the shell, not the whole, only a part. The Reflection can't show...

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Reflection

Reflection By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers I can hardly believe I'm about to post my 100th story on fiction mania, so to celebrate a little I decided to go back in time and reflect on how it all began for me. I'm often asked how I got started down this winding path that at first I thought was so narrow yet realized over years how truly wrong I was. In today's internet and social media era you understand right away that you are truly just one of many but more than two decades...

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Reflection

Alyssa and Austin were inseperable from the time they were born, unlike normal siblings they never fight, come to think of it they never argue either. Both like the same things: style, music, fashion, video games, movies, and...eachother. Alyssa is the younger twin: dark raven black hair that cascades down her back, bright blue eyes accentuated by her dark gothic make-up, nice sized breasts, and a slender curvy figure that she doesn't cover up to well with her various mini-skirts and corsets....

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