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The Time Riders: Part 3
The Time Riders: Part 3
What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism?
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit!
Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in
wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves
surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined
with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or
binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across
from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and
observed them casually.
"How; how can you have this all out on display?"
Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this
sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into
it?"
"That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said
cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it."
"Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your
house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone
and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age,
for sure."
"Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you
through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the
local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and
owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality."
"Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark
asked, trying to understand.
"No, it's the same place," Chester answered
simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode,
Twenty-First Century."
Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit
right there."
"Only at first." Chester allowed.
"I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky
remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from
further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?"
"Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While
I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn
you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself
to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it."
"We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You
were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire
goods in the time stream?"
He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but
the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time
travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt
themselves or others."
He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask
yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it
simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying
to get laid?"
He looked at Mark during this last question and the young
man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in
Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to
think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary
education facility."
"Thanks." Mark muttered.
"But, then he found his time machine, something called
a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and
convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking
sex."
"This story sounds worse every time I hear it."
Mark complained.
"Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling
him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're
adventuring the time stream together."
"Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man,
smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of
course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very
strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you
will."
"That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said.
"Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester.
"Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and
taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer
races."
"Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky
inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million
years following the demise of the dinosaurs."
"It's all very carefully regulated on remote
islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the
ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most
part."
"Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a
kick." Mark mused, grinning.
"You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride,"
Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host
tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon."
"You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed.
"We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's
especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly
accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they
shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;”
"I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning
forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the
Tunguska Incident?"
"Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908,"
Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating
a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred
miles around."
"No, that's what you need to think," he
corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an
advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents
could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there
are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast,
nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It
wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional
yield by your age's standards."
"So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked.
He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce.
"Who would believe you?"
"So how did you know that we were time travelers?"
Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods.
"Well, I heard snippets of your conversation,"
Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your
outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't
possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be
Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss
Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman."
"Well there's something I don't hear very often back
home!" she giggled.
"And you're both in strangely good health, with
unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was
relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience,
so I sought to introduce myself."
"I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself
to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer
to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?"
"It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester.
"The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to
talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and
you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them,
probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and
educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from
getting weird."
Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this
device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer.
"It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting
too close to myself or something I've affected."
"That was very generous of them," Chester said in
a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly
in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know
what I mean."
Chester’s Forest Farewell.
The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest
further back.
They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping
through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked
at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought
you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just
outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can
await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours.
Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line."
"You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned
to look at him.
"It might be that the events you will see unfold work
better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not,
I shall return. Enjoy yourselves."
And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked
around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he
muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere
and then just fuck off? Nice."
"He’s not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided,
sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is
doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge
already, something I doubt he does frequently."
"Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait
until we see something happen?"
"No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did
he?" Becky pointed out.
"Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?"
Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like
there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you
come over here and fuck me?"
Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no
instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and
stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands
between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling.
"Now this is what time travel is all about," she
purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the
woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort
of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?"
"Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to
unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the
dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and
some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and
knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her
glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill
as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong
panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for
over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body.
"Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she
began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as
herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against
his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and
kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over
one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His
hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan
again.
"Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this
dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on
my knees."
She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at
his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and
she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark
closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything
about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to
realize it.
Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet
mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him.
She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how
turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then
slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering
in delight at the sight of his glistening skin.
Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she
began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She
hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand
rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting
motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was
ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that
wouldn't be a problem down the road.
She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved
back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated
him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging
her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he
found so erotic.
She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the
time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her.
There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current
self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his
current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She
pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively.
"I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;”
she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his
rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him,
straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced
down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept
her prize just out of reach.
"So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her
before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them
and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky
shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether
lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double
over.
"No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of
herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving
her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue.
"Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;”
Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was
determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And
he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to
say.
Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching
and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt
too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside
her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where
he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every
nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and
she was more than happy to oblige.
She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out
to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him
to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of
anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out,
throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she
accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them.
Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and
making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her.
She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit
throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again,
probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily.
"Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her
sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;”
He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and
squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she
cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't
breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she
collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt
like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to
keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed
at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum.
Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly,
slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at
him and smirk.
"How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly.
"You ready for the main event?"
Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body,
finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his
throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down,
making them both sigh in relief.
"Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her,
filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered."
Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and
gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played
with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged
the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving
her a delicious stretch.
"Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed
as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I
want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it."
Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass.
Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back
passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he
thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink
knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body.
Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on
Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip,
working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost
out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her
completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion
of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few
seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she
felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as
her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her
lover, bathing his middle with her excitement.
Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from
her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed
him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically,
she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning
for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control.
She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing
against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft,
holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him
groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was
sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just
reveling in the feel of him filling her ass.
She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward,
until she was r
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What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism?
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit!
Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in
wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves
surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined
with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or
binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across
from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and
observed them casually.
"How; how can you have this all out on display?"
Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this
sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into
it?"
"That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said
cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it."
"Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your
house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone
and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age,
for sure."
"Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you
through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the
local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and
owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality."
"Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark
asked, trying to understand.
"No, it's the same place," Chester answered
simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode,
Twenty-First Century."
Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit
right there."
"Only at first." Chester allowed.
"I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky
remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from
further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?"
"Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While
I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn
you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself
to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it."
"We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You
were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire
goods in the time stream?"
He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but
the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time
travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt
themselves or others."
He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask
yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it
simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying
to get laid?"
He looked at Mark during this last question and the young
man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in
Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to
think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary
education facility."
"Thanks." Mark muttered.
"But, then he found his time machine, something called
a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and
convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking
sex."
"This story sounds worse every time I hear it."
Mark complained.
"Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling
him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're
adventuring the time stream together."
"Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man,
smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of
course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very
strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you
will."
"That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said.
"Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester.
"Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and
taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer
races."
"Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky
inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million
years following the demise of the dinosaurs."
"It's all very carefully regulated on remote
islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the
ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most
part."
"Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a
kick." Mark mused, grinning.
"You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride,"
Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host
tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon."
"You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed.
"We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's
especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly
accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they
shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;”
"I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning
forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the
Tunguska Incident?"
"Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908,"
Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating
a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred
miles around."
"No, that's what you need to think," he
corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an
advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents
could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there
are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast,
nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It
wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional
yield by your age's standards."
"So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked.
He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce.
"Who would believe you?"
"So how did you know that we were time travelers?"
Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods.
"Well, I heard snippets of your conversation,"
Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your
outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't
possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be
Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss
Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman."
"Well there's something I don't hear very often back
home!" she giggled.
"And you're both in strangely good health, with
unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was
relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience,
so I sought to introduce myself."
"I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself
to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer
to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?"
"It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester.
"The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to
talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and
you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them,
probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and
educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from
getting weird."
Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this
device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer.
"It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting
too close to myself or something I've affected."
"That was very generous of them," Chester said in
a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly
in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know
what I mean."
Chester’s Forest Farewell.
The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest
further back.
They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping
through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked
at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought
you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just
outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can
await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours.
Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line."
"You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned
to look at him.
"It might be that the events you will see unfold work
better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not,
I shall return. Enjoy yourselves."
And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked
around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he
muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere
and then just fuck off? Nice."
"He’s not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided,
sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is
doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge
already, something I doubt he does frequently."
"Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait
until we see something happen?"
"No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did
he?" Becky pointed out.
"Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?"
Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like
there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you
come over here and fuck me?"
Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no
instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and
stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands
between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling.
"Now this is what time travel is all about," she
purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the
woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort
of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?"
"Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to
unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the
dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and
some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and
knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her
glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill
as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong
panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for
over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body.
"Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she
began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as
herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against
his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and
kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over
one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His
hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan
again.
"Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this
dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on
my knees."
She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at
his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and
she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark
closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything
about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to
realize it.
Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet
mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him.
She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how
turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then
slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering
in delight at the sight of his glistening skin.
Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she
began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She
hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand
rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting
motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was
ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that
wouldn't be a problem down the road.
She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved
back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated
him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging
her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he
found so erotic.
She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the
time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her.
There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current
self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his
current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She
pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively.
"I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;”
she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his
rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him,
straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced
down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept
her prize just out of reach.
"So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her
before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them
and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky
shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether
lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double
over.
"No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of
herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving
her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue.
"Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;”
Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was
determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And
he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to
say.
Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching
and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt
too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside
her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where
he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every
nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and
she was more than happy to oblige.
She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out
to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him
to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of
anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out,
throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she
accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them.
Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and
making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her.
She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit
throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again,
probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily.
"Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her
sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;”
He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and
squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she
cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't
breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she
collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt
like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to
keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed
at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum.
Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly,
slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at
him and smirk.
"How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly.
"You ready for the main event?"
Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body,
finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his
throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down,
making them both sigh in relief.
"Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her,
filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered."
Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and
gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played
with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged
the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving
her a delicious stretch.
"Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed
as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I
want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it."
Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass.
Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back
passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he
thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink
knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body.
Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on
Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip,
working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost
out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her
completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion
of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few
seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she
felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as
her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her
lover, bathing his middle with her excitement.
Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from
her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed
him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically,
she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning
for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control.
She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing
against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft,
holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him
groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was
sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just
reveling in the feel of him filling her ass.
She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward,
until she was r