Katarina Meets an Ancestor

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. Please note that I am a British woman, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

My name is Katarina, Katy for short, or Kat for even shorter. I live in West Yorkshire in the Kingdom of England in the British Isles. I am twenty three, blond haired, my bust is a D cup, I had all the hair below my ears lasered off for my eighteenth birthday, beautifully smooth skin everywhere from my neck down. I love the feel when I have just powdered with pseudo talc. You can't get real talc these days, apparently it causes cancer, who cares, I tried some real talc once, so soft compared to pseudo, but pseudo is okay I suppose.

I am assigned work three mornings per week, that pays my living costs and an allowance for food, which I select online and is delivered by drone on Wednesdays at 1300. My work is straight forward; I combine deep star images ready for the AI BOÖTES to analyse. I do my work on my Personal, an AI enhanced computer linked to embedded chips in my wrist and neck. We all get the chips on our first birthday, and then we are part of the great human web.

My Personal pinged in my head, an incoming. Someone had expressed an interest in hooking up. I am, like most people, registered, or rather 'I have not excluding myself from' is more accurate, from a site for meeting people. My criteria were simple, live within free pod distance. I am not fussy on gender, race is never an issue, and since embedded chips became mandatory, crime has virtually vanished, the state always know where you are, and so they always know who is in the vicinity of a crime.

His name is Vassily, my suitor, and proposes meeting at the coffee hub. I have never had real coffee, only syntho. I believe that you can get real coffee on the black market, but who knows what it actually is? I accepted and went to get dressed. What to wear? The age old question, but really, there was only one answer, my outdoor clothes. We all wore the same these days.

I remember my Mum telling when I was a little girl that her Mum used to have different clothes. Different colours and that she could wear whatever she wanted, but nowadays we all wear the same. Every few years the style changes a little, or the colour, and we all get the new clothes delivered and hand the old clothes to the Bots who dispose of it.

I put my outfit on, I am a girl so it is a dress, the colour is cornflower blue. It is cut above the chest so as to show no cleavage, not very low cut at the back either. The sleeves go to the wrists and the hem is at knee level. Knickers are knickers and my bra is just a bra, everything is the same colour of cornflower blue. Last year everything was a pale green, seafoam green they called it. The dresses were the same style, they haven't changed for a few years now. The men wear shirts and trousers in the same colour, I suppose someone knows why we all became the same, but I don't know, and it doesn't really matter to be honest.

I used my Personal to call a pod, it knew where I lived from my Personal, all I had to do was tell it where I wanted to go. When it arrived I opened my door and stepped outside, a balmy day, no rain, rain tended to fall only at night these days, I think that somehow we must control the weather, but I don't really know.

I got into the pod and sat down, a belt appeared and I wrapped it around myself and it clicked to, I have no idea why we have belts in pods to hold us in our seats but we do. I sat back and watched the streaming commercials on the pod walls, no windows to see out of, just commercials. I had long ago learned to switch off from them.

I felt the pod come to a stop and the belt unlocked itself and the door opened. I got out and went into the coffee hub, there were a number of people there, all drinking synth. I hand went up, his Personal must have told him I was there. I walked across to him. "Hi," I said, "I am Katarina."

"Hello Katarina gosh you look so much better in real life. I am Vassily."

I guess charming girls has happened since the dawn of time. We were taught at school that DNA, the building blocks of our lives, has men chasing women and women accepting, sort of, there are a few grey areas. Girls don't usually ask boys to meet them. They can, there is no law against it, it just almost never happens. We girls allow our profiles on Meeting Sites, and men and boys trawl them and then they make the first move.

"I got you a synth," Vassily said.

"Thank you Vassily, that is very thoughtful of you," I said as I sat in the chair next to him. It was quite noisy in the Hub, lots of people all talking, I sometimes wondered what people managed to talk about, I really had no idea.

"Okay Vassily, tell me, what was it about my profile that made you want to meet me?" I asked.

"Oh that is easy Katarina, as I was scrolling through I couldn't get past your page. At first I thought that there must be a glitch. But no, it was eyes, they saw something and my Personal kept you in front of me. Now that tells me something."

"Goodness, perhaps you need your Personal updating?"

"I don't think so Katarina, and now that I have seen you in the flesh, so to speak, I can tell this is no glitch, we were meant to meet."

"Oh, crumbs, well I can say that you are the most good looking guy I have ever met from the Meeting Site."

"Have you met many?"

"A few." Well, we do, it is a bit rude to turn someone down, even more so after you have met. I took a sip of my synth. To me the taste is coffee, but only because that is what I have grown up with. If I had been told all my life that it was seawater, I would have accepted it.

"Nice synth, thanks," I said.

"My Dad prefers Synth Tea, there is a Tea hub too," Vassily said.

"Yes, I went with my Mum a few times, I found it too astringent, I prefer the smoothness of coffee, or rather synth coffee, I have never had the real thing."

"I have some."

"What?"

"Real coffee, I have some."

"Oh wow, how did you manage that, or perhaps I shouldn't ask."

He waved his wrist where his implant was, "nothing illegal, obviously," he said, "right place, right time."

"Wow, I would love to try it."

"Well, if we get on and we go back to mine, then perhaps you can try some after."

I wondered if that was just his pick up line and if he did actually have some, and even if he did, after I had gone with him, would he still offer me some coffee? Who knew? I wasn't ready to commit to going back with him, not yet, although turning him down without a valid reason was deemed rude and got your profile downgraded on the Meeting Site.

I gave him a closer look. No facial hair except for his eyebrows, I wondered if was the same all over, like me. I don't think I had met anyone with body hair, I wondered sometimes what it would be like. I suspected that if I hooked up with someone and discovered that they were hairy, down there, I would be an instant yes, let's go back, mine is near.

"Like what you see?" He asked, he had seen that I was checking him out. "Or is it just my coffee."

"I have never tasted real coffee so I don't know what I am missing, but if I did go with you and you didn't give me a real coffee, then I would give you such a massive de-merit."

"I don't think you answered my question. Like what you see?"

I did actually, his hair was dark, almost jet black, beautiful and clear complexion, nice lips, his skin was an olive colour, making my paler skin feel almost white. His eyes were dark in colour, a real contrast to my blue eyes. "yes Vassily, I do like what I see. Do you like what you see?"

"Oh yes Katarina and I have to be honest I would like to see more, a lot more."

"This is hardly the place though, is it?" I said as I finished my synth coffee.

"Would you like to come back to my place? I will get you a pod to take you home later, after we have had real coffee."

I knew what he was asking, would I like to go back, get naked and have sex. Now I had no objection to any of that, I had no idea if he was future mate material, but finding out if he was proficient in that regard was a precursor to mating and then having an offspring. I had no idea how I felt about getting pregnant. I know that it is my duty, but still, I wasn't feeling like that yet.

"Yes," I said, "let's do that, thank you for inviting me."

He called a pod on his Personal and then after a moment it signalled and we went out. The pod was just like any other pod, just like every other pod that I had seen. I had no idea if there were different styles of pod, I had only ever seen the one style. We got in, sat down and wrapped the belts around ourselves. It wasn't long before we came to a stop and got out.

Vassily's home looked just like mine, I wondered if he bought the same foods as I did. Inside the décor was the same too, that was no surprise, the homes were pretty much all the same, one bedroom unless you had a child, then you got moved to a two bedroom. You moved to your own pod on your twentieth birthday which was after your education finished.

When I left home my parents would have moved back to a one bedroom, I haven't seen it, we don't see our parents in person after we leave home. They will come and visit when I have a child, but not before, there is no point, we can talk by Vid. I used the toilet and washed myself and went back into the living space and sat next to Vassily on his sofa.

"What do you do?" I asked him.

"I check the AI programs, sometimes, very rarely, the AI writes one thing but means another, I check and make sure the right meaning is followed."

"Wow, that sounds so technical, I combine star images taken from the space telescopes and the AI then examines them."

"Do you have any idea what the AI is looking for?"

"Nope, I just send it over to BOÖTES and it does whatever it has to do. I wouldn't know who to ask to be honest."

He turned to me and kissed me, his lips initially softly pressing against mine, and when I showed no reluctance, his kiss became more intense, his tongue found its way passed my lips and into my mouth, my mouth opened, and my tongue sought his. I felt his hand on my right boob, and my hand fell to his lap and felt his hardness.

I undid his trousers and my hand felt his dick for the first time, hard and meaty. I love how a guy's dick is so soft on the outside yet so very hard underneath the skin, and the sliding skin is just fab The first time I actually encountered how the foreskin moved it almost freaked me out, if I hadn't seen it in sex ed on my personal, I think it would have, we women don't have that sort of biology.

I pushed his foreskin down and revealed his glans, my thumb sliding across it, spreading the bead of moisture I found at his hole. He sighed with pleasure and his hand left my boob and slid up my thigh, I parted my legs, I wanted to enjoy not inhibit.

"Let's get more comfortable" Vassily said as his fingers ran along my knickers, pressing slightly into my crease.

We stood up and I took my dress off whilst Vassily pressed the command that lowered the bed from its wall recess. My bra and knickers were next and a moment later Vassily was naked also. I climbed onto the bed and as I lay there watching Vassily's dick getting hard and rising I wondered how many more men I would bed before I was in a position to have a child.

Vassily lay next to me and pulled me into his arms, his mouth seeking mine, our lips touched and I felt a soft pressure as his tongue passed my lips and engaged in a dance with mine, a soft and slippery dance as our tongues slid past each other, his hands holding my face and his dick hard against my stomach.

A hand left my face, caressed my breasts and slipped down over my stomach and slid between my labia to find my entrance, he circled my entrance, dipped his finger inside and then her rolled and covered me, and before I had even caught my breath, his dick was pushing inside.

It would appear that his style did not include any foreplay or even attempt to get me 'ready.' He pushed in hard and withdrew as fast, his dick sawing in and out of me at a fast pace, the slap of his body hitting mine echoed around his room, accompanied by my unexcited gasps as he bottomed out inside my body.

All too soon he was grunting and he thrust in hard and held still, the cool ejaculations spurting from his dick into my fanny doing nothing to stimulate me. He rolled to my side, his dick falling from my fanny.

"Coffee then?" He asked as he got up.

I took a tissue from his side and folded it up into an absorbent pad and placed into the gusset of my knickers. It didn't take me long to get dressed. I pressed the button and his bed folded back to the wall. Vassily passed me a mug of what looked like coffee.

"Only the best dandelion," he said, "very rare."

So, he really was a fake. He couldn't shag properly, and his 'real' coffee was actually dandelion coffee, worse, much worse, than synth.

"I need to get back," I said as I sipped at the crude offering, "could you order my pod please." I didn't know where he lived, but I didn't want to have to spend the credits if the journey home exceeded my free allowance. Frankly, he wasn't worth it.

Back home I went on to the Meeting Site and gave Vassily a poor score, one out ten, the one being because he had been pleasant, so better than a zero. The rest of the encounter was well below that expected. I also blocked his profile. That act of blocking would downgrade him more than the simple score of one.

I had an incoming message.

'Prepare for new inhabitant. Mikhail Romanoff is out of cryo and will stay with you from today.'

I vaguely knew that I had an ancient relative, who went into Cryogenic Stasis well over two hundred years ago. He had some kind of weird illness that they didn't have a cure for. Presumably they now had a cure and so he was 'repaired' and released into the care of his surviving relatives. I guessed that meant me.

Quite what I was supposed to do with him I had no idea. My home is a one bedroom, so I guessed I knew where he was going to sleep, I had no hangups, but I had no idea what his views would be, what the mores and graces were two hundred years ago were beyond me. Those days were dead, I didn't care about them, they didn't educate us about them at school.

I went and showered, douching the last of Vassily down the drain, air dried and then slipped my clothes back on. My personal said that I had been granted extra food credit to accommodate my new 'inhabitant'. I ordered some food and drink items, I had no idea what Mikhail would like to eat or drink, although, to be honest, these days there were few options to choose from. Everything was pretty much synthetic.

My Personal announced his arrival, my door opened and this emaciated and hairy man walked in. "Hello," he said and sat down on my sofa. He was wearing the standard clothes, it is all anyone wears, but his face, it was covered in hair, I had never seen the like. I guessed he was thing after all the years in stasis, and I wondered if he had any muscle tone.

"I am told that you are my ten times great grand daughter, Katarina, yes?" His voice had a different sound to what I expected. We all spoke pretty much the same these days, regional accents have died out with the commonised learning that everyone followed, and he spoke with the voice of the last century or even more.

"Well, yes, so they tell me. What do I call you, Grandad, Mikhail, Mik?"

"Mik will do. How does this work then? I only woke up this morning. They said they my Miktoentrastapy had been cured and I was being transferred to the care of a relative. They put some kind of chip thing in my neck and my wrist which I have to learn how to use if I want to do anything, go anywhere, eat, drink or even sleep probably."

"Oh right, I guess they didn't have Personals when you were alive before."

"Love, I don't even know what a fucking Personal is."

I was taken aback by the use of his words, profanities as they used to be known are rarely used aloud these days, we all think them, it is just deemed impolite to verbalise them.

"Oh, okay, well, that implant that you have gives you a connection to computers, you can order food, pods, send and receive messages etcetera. You just must learn how to use it. These days we get them as children, so we grow up simply used to it."

"It's mad is what it is. In my day we had computers and phones. What about porn? We used to watch porn, that pretty much fuelled the internet."

"I guess it is still there, but things are different these days, we tend to view things, do things differently. I don't know what it was like in your day so I don't know how to tell you how things have changed, you'll just have to work it out as you go along."

"Okay sweetheart. What are the arrangements here then? Do I get a room or am I sleeping on the sofa, and what about clothes? They gave me these, this is all I have, and how do I buy stuff?"

"Those are your clothes, every night you take them off and put them in the laundry. They are cleaned overnight ready for your use the next day. Any that are damaged are automatically replaced. You will be assigned work, usually three mornings or afternoons a week, that will give you credits that you can spend, it also pays for your food."

I pressed the button for the bed, and it folded down from the wall. "This is where we sleep, I have no partner or child, so this is a one bedroom home. Through there is the bathroom which I doubt has changed little."

"We sleep together in the bed?"

"Well, yes, where else would we sleep?"

"Oh. Okay. Wasn't like that in my day, we didn't sleep with our relatives, well, not so as anyone would know, there were laws against that kind of thing."

"Oh? Different now. And anyway, crime is pretty obsolete, the implant you have, it monitors you all the time, so you cannot escape any crime that you commit."

"What happens if you commit a crime?"

"I don't know, I have never committed a crime."

"How do you meet people, go out, see stuff, have fun?"

"Using meeting apps. People scan your profile and if they like what they see of you they invite you for a drink somewhere."

"Drink, God, I could do with a whisky that is for sure, this is a very strange day."

"Whisky?"

"Yes, alcohol, get high, get drunk, relax."

"Oh. No we don't have that. We have tea, coffee, water. Actually, they are synthetic, except the water, that is just water. We don't have stims any more."

"My God, I have died haven't I? I am actually in hell."

I looked at him, I just couldn't get my head around his thinking, had we changed so much in two hundred years? I didn't like the sound of his times, not at all.

"No, this is real, and no one believes in hell, that died out over a hundred years ago, around the time the implants started and people realised that life was what they made it, not because of some imaginary thing."

He was silent for a while and then said, "I need a piss."

I sighed, his profanities and language grated. "Well, I have shown you where the toilet is, if you can't figure it out, call me."

I was getting weary of him, and on the back of a very unsatisfying time with Vassily, my day felt like it was just going downhill. I didn't ask for this ancestor to be thrust upon me, and his behaviour was prehistoric.

He reappeared, obviously having worked out how to use the bathroom. "Familiar enough," he said, "although the soap and water were a little different, we turned taps to get water, here it just appears when you want it, as does the soap."

I shrugged, at least I didn't have to show him how to wash himself.

"The shower is adjustable, you change temperature and pressure using the symbols on the wall, you just move your hand appropriately, you'll get the hang of it."

"Look," I said, "would you like to go and get a coffee or a tea? I can take you if you like, you'll see a few other people."

"Yes, that'll be cool. Thank you lass."

I doubted I would ever get used to his ancient language. I summoned a pod and after a minute it arrived. I led Mikhail out to the pod.

"How does this work then, do people still have their own cars?" He asked.

"Gosh no, everyone goes by pod, or for long distances there are the shuttles, but most people work from home these days, so there is little need to travel anywhere."

"I can't see out, there's no windows," he said.

"Well, no, why would you want to see out?"

"Well, to see where you are going, look at the surroundings, that sort of thing."

"Well, you don't need to see where you are going, and the surroundings are always the same as far as I know. I certainly have no interest in looking at other people's homes. They are all the same as mine. Ours now."

The pod came to a stop, we took our belts off and the pod opened.

"Come on Gramps," I said, "I'll treat you to a coffee."

We went in, Mikhail looking around and then following me to the spare booth in the corner. It was big enough for six people, but it would do for us two. It was the only space available at this time, I was surprised at how busy the place was.

"Okay, I will order you a coffee. I can get a pastry for you as well if you like"

"Oh yes, I am starving, what do they have?"

"I don't know what you mean, they have pastry."

"Okay, yes please. I know I am going to keep repeating this, sorry, back in my day there would be a huge choice of pastries, and you picked the favourite one that you liked to co with your coffee. Let me guess, they only do one sort of coffee too?"

"Well, yes, of course, coffee is coffee, how can you have it different? It is just coffee."

"I despair."

I ordered two coffees and two pastries, and wondered how you could have different type of pastry, and how you could have different types of coffee. I bet he would tell me that they had different types of Tea too.

"So," he asked, "what do you do?"

"Oh, there are telescopes in space, they take what they call 'deep space' images. I combine them and pass them to the BOÖTES AI for analysis."

"Oh. Humans don't do the analysis?"

"I don't know, I never get to see what happens after the AI has had them, all I know is I collate the photo's and pass them to BOÖTES."

"And BOÖTES is the name of the AI?"

"Yes, it is the name of the AI."

"You only have the one or are their several AIs? We had super computers when I was around, and we had several Ais, each of the major corporations had their own."

"Oh well, there has only been one for a very long time, since modern history began I suppose."

"Please don't be offended, but this coffee is awful."

"I guessed it wouldn't be to your ancient tastes, but it is what we have and we are used to it. To us it is okay, but I would like to try real coffee like they used to have."

"It was a strong taste, often bitter, and often drunk with milk and sugar to make it palatable."

I had no experience of milk or sugar, we didn't use those today, all our food came appropriately seasoned and to the correct taste, that was he way it was made.

"We will go out tomorrow and try Tea, that might not be quite as horrible, it is not really to my taste but I would be very happy to take you to try some, you might find it preferable."

"That is nice of you Kat, thank you."

"Do you want to try and order us a Pod to get us home."

"I have absolutely no idea how."

"Okay. Touch your wrist and think Pod to Home."

He looked pained and then said "a ping in my head."

"Great, that should be done then."

"Does it know where my home is now?"

"Yes, you are registered at my home, which is now your home, our home."

"Well good, because I have no idea where our home is. If I walked out of this place I could never find it."

"Well, you could, you just use your Personal."

"A voice has just said 'arrived' in my head."

"That'll be the pod. The doors will open when it detects you."

The journey home was an uneventful as every journey is. I got the impression that Mikhail was slowly getting used to life in the twenty fourth century. Back home the door unlocked for him and we went inside.

"I am beat," he said, "I could do with a shower and bed, would you mind?"

"No, I can go to bed too. You shower first, put your clothes in the laundry, then I will go in and we can go to bed."

"Er, okay, all of them? Do we have night wear?"

"Yes, all of them, we sleep without clothes, it is much more hygienic."

He looked at me oddly and then disappeared into the bathroom for his shower.

"By the way," I called, "everyone sits on a toilet, no one stands."

"Let me guess, more hygienic."

When he finished, he walked out, and I almost stopped dead in my tracks. I had taken my clothes off ready for my shower and was walking to the laundry machine and there he was, naked. I expected that, that was not a surprise, but he was hairy, I mean totally hairy. He had hair on his chest and on his back, I had never seen hair there, and he had a forest of hair around his dick and balls.

As our eyes met I looked down and realised that his dick was growing, pointing forwards. Golly, he was a good sized man. I passed him and went into the bathroom without managing to touch his dick as I squeezed passed him.

As I washed myself in the shower I had all kinds of strange thoughts and I was getting all squishy in my crotch. 'Really Katarina' I chided myself.

Once dried and back in the bedroom he was standing by the bed. " I don't know which side that you sleep on," he said, "so I waited." His voice was talking to my face but his eyes were on my crotch.

"Let me guess," he said, "you shave, in fact everyone shaves because it is more hygienic."

"Well sort of, we all depilate when we hit puberty or shortly after, certainly before we start seeing people."

"I guess I better join in then, before I meet people."

'You've met me,' I thought, my crotch getting even squishier as I looked at his hard dick.

"I'll help you tomorrow, You can book it via your personal."

I moved to the left side of the bed, which meant he would be on my right, and I on his left, leaving his right hand free. 'Stop it,' I mentally chided myself.

I lay on the bed and I felt Mikhail lay down next to me. Even though he had just had a shower, he had a very manly scent, was it pheromones I wondered. I was laying there with my eyes closed and my mind full of images of his hairy dick rising, my groin was preparing itself in every way, my squishiness was off the scale.

His hand reached across and touched my shoulder, I relaxed into the mattress and shivered with pleasure as his hand moved down and cupped my breast, his finger and thumb gently squeezing my nipple, I murmured an approving sound, a sort of sigh and his hand moved lower, a finger just grazing my clitoris as he found my crease.

My pleasures were beginning to flow, and as his fingers slid through my labia my breath held as the electric tickles of arousal raised my heartbeats. In a moment Mikhail had done more than Vassily did in the entire time we were together yesterday. I eased away and rolled over, my mouth at his hair covered crotch. I had never encountered pubic hair, I wondered if it would tickle.

I grabbed his dick, a reasonable size, and pushed his foreskin down, his glans was a mix of red, claret and purple, with a small bead of white at the end. I wondered how many decades since he last had his dick played with by a woman? I dipped forwards and licked his glans and then sucked his dick into my mouth.

I am pleased to report it tasted just like a twenty fourth century dick, and not what I imagined a twenty second century dick would taste like, and that the hairs did not affect the taste. I began a soft wank of his dick, just loosely holding his shaft and moving my hand up and down, his dick sliding across my tongue, in and out of my mouth.

The hairs around his dick and balls did indeed tickle, not unpleasant, but I think I would prefer them gone, that is something high on the to do list, tickley hair, gone. His dick pushed to the back of my throat, I realised that he was pushing his hips up and effectively shagging my mouth.

He was a little too big to go down my throat, or perhaps my throat was a little too small, I didn't know, I had deep throated some men, and Mikhail did not look that much bigger, perhaps looks were deceiving. I gently squeezed his balls as I pumped his dick, Mikhail groaning with pleasure.

He rolled away and I was forced to let go of his dick. He flipped onto his knees.

"My turn now," he said quietly as his face bent towards my crotch. I felt his breath along my crease, my pleasures ramped up, my pressures began to boil and then his tongue found my nubbin of pleasure and I almost exploded. He may have been in a fridge for over two hundred years or so, but his tongue certainly hadn't forgotten how to warm a girl up. My goodness.

As his tongue pressed at my nubbin his fingers began circling my entrance, dipping in, ever so slightly, his chin was pressing at my valley floor pressing my labia apart. His fingers delved a little deeper, and then a little deeper more, and then he was fully inside me, his fingers opening and closing, my gasps coinciding with his finger movements.

My pressures were building, I was gasping, I was gulping in air, I was twitching, my fingers were clutching at air, my buttocks were squeezing together, my fanny was pulsing around his fingers as they probed me. My breath held as his fingers ran along the ridges in my fanny wall, my breath exploded as his tongue dabbed my nubbin, my clitoris hard under his gossamer touch.

I was sure I would explode, I could not control my breath, I was gasping, my head was pressing back into the mattress, my heels were digging, my back was rising, his fingers were stretching my fanny walls apart, and then as I was about to scream, he stopped moving, his tongue withdrew, his fingers left me, his chin moved away, I was lying on the bed at the point of explosion.

He moved upwards, his lips touched mine, his dick slipped along my crease. I reached down, grasped his dick and lined it up with my entrance. He pressed forwards, slowly inching his dick inside me, my petals parting, my fanny walls slick and welcoming. I felt his foreskin slowly reveal his glans as it rolled down his shaft, his rim scraping across my bumps and ridges, my breath failing.

More and more his dick filled my chasm, stretching me wider and deeper, a pulse in his dick ticking like a metronome in my fanny. My lungs began working again, my breath left in a large sigh as he bottomed out inside me, his balls hanging between my thighs, my pelvis pressed into the bed.

He lay on top of me, unmoving, his dick fully inside me, his stomach pressing on mine, his lips sliding across mine, his tongue battling mine, my breaths in short pants around his tongue, his gasps of delight. He began to ease his dick backwards slowly, I could feel his pulse move inside me, his rim blurred as his foreskin began to recover it, my fanny feeling empty.

His dick was hovering at my entrance, my petals fluttered in anticipation, my breath was baited, waiting, and then he pushed in hard, his pubis slapping loudly against my mons, my breath driven from me in a gasp, my fingers splayed and my toes curled. Back he went, and then back in, driving in, pulling back, shagging, fucking, consuming my body.

"Fuck yes," he gasped as his dick was like a piledriver, slamming into my fanny, tenderising my mons, my fanny lips swelling to cushion his blows, my gasps loudly echoing around the room accompanied by the slaps of his belly on mine. Faster and faster his dick moved, his hips rising and falling, his lips releasing my mouth as his back began to arch.

I looked up, his eyes were staring down into mine, his mouth open, gasping, his head tilting back and his dick still pushing in hard, my fanny offering no resistance as my juices flowed, lubricating, easing, his dick sliding across my bumps, pleasures flowing around my body in almost freefall, my pressures tensing, electrics fizzing, I was close.

He suddenly slowed, looked at me, his lips curled and he slammed in hard, his dick stopping at my depth and I felt his cool ejaculations flood me and I screamed my release, my pleasures overwhelming, my breath loud gasps, my fingers digging hard into his back as my orgasm exploded, completely overwhelming my senses.

I lay beneath him, his dick buried inside me still pulsing his spunk into me, two hundred plus years of build up spurting into my fanny, into my womb, squeezing out along his shaft and dribbling out into the crease of my arse. I could not move, my muscles refused to work, I could not even speak, I lay beneath him awaiting his move.

His dick softened and he moved back, my fanny tightening forced his dick from me and I suddenly felt cold and empty, my fanny voided. He lifted up and then rolled to my side leaving a trail of spunk across my thigh, my fanny draining, my heart pounding, my breath finally recovering. I said nothing, what could I say? I had been fucked by an ancestor in a way that blew everyone else away, my mind was truly blown.