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All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. As always, critiques and reviews all welcome, illiterate flames will be snickered at. Enjoy!
Chapter 2- Always The Student
Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent breasts, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her pussy down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made.
"Yes, Mark..." she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damndest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there..."
Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on to of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air.
"Mmmmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning."
"I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you."
"You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?"
Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy.
He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her pussy. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher.
"Ohhhhhh, Mark..." she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me."
"Gnnnnn, God..." he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her pussy around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you."
"I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you- ooooooh- have your time machine... we can find a way... to fuck forever..."
She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her.
"Gonna cum..." he breathed, pushing down and straining.
"Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed.
She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming pussy. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him.
Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet pussy wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just laying there in bliss.
Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's member slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths.
"God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my pussy, one in my ass, another in my mouth... mmmmmm, that sounds heavenly."
"Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom.
She giggled and booped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?"
"Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them TEAbaggers and they didn't think that was funny."
"Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you."
"Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy."
"Boo, and then we couldn't fuck any more," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me."
"I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in
your
next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind."
She giggled. "Well I
do
love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel."
Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine.
"That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated."
She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelite Effect' or getting clockhammered, depending on what you were trying to do."
He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'."
"You said they had no sense of humour." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help."
He turned and looked at her. "How so?"
"Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travellers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome."
He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device."
She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the timestream."
"It's weird how you can say words like 'timestream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing."
"It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her breasts were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey pussy. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality."
"And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into."
She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers.
"So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet
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