Doctor Who - You're Bard, I'm Bad

Note- BBC Corporation own the rights to Doctor Who. This is a fantasised parody based on characters therein. Occurs at the ending of the David Tennant episode 'The Shakespeare Code.'

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Martha sat close to Will, still not really believing this was in fact THE actual genius in the flesh. They were by the original Globe Theatre in the year 1599, and this man was really next to her, but it felt like a dream.

Earlier the Doctor had laid so close to her on the small straw bed that it was actually harder NOT to touch each other. Was he not able to read her obvious signals? Or did he CHOOSE not to.

She was Martha Jones and not Rose Tyler, maybe it was that simple. Confiding her innermost thoughts and feelings to William Shakespeare was really because he was there rather than someone who might solve the issue of unrequited love. Or was that lust?

"So, Shakespeare walk into the tavern and the landlord cries out, 'OUT, YOU'RE BARD!"

"Delightful joke, makes no sense. Come here my blackamoor lady, if Sir Doctor of Tardis will not kiss you why not entertain a man who would."

The surprisingly handsome man with the fine brown hair leaned in close and his brooding eyes burned into hers. Martha hesitated for only a split second then kissed the man with her fulsome lips. Their hot bodies pressed together as they engaged in a passionate clinch, and the dusky girl squirmed on the wooden bench.

"Most charming my dear, you have witchcraft in your lips. Come my swarth, let us return to my bed and make exquisite love, I promise you will not be disappointed."

Martha Jones turned her head and saw the Doctor busying himself with one thing and another, completely oblivious to her. When he did catch her gaze he smiled with gorgeous white teeth and ran a hand through his brown shock of hair. Then he just seemed to switch off and continued his meticulous studies of the captured witches they had encountered.

"Alright William, lets do it." She decided with a determined expression.

With a wide grin Shakespeare leapt up and the pair of them hurried to his dwelling as fast as they were able.

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The tiny room was lit with candles that played big shadows on the grim looking walls. William scrutinised the woman and thought her the most exotic creature he had ever laid eyes on.

Her strange clothing was so tight, so...fitting that he got an instant erection just staring at her attire. Slowly, with careful and seductive moves, the dark skinned girl shed her leather jacket and followed up with rolling down her blue jeans. Left in just her flimsy top the amorous man was able to see her beautiful figure for the first time.

Long black legs, toned and lithe with an athletic body to match. Her perky breasts made the top lift up at the bottom and he noted her flat stomach. An absolute peach of an ass stuck out behind her with raised, firm buttocks. High cheekbones and full red lips nearly made him salivate like a hungry cur, and he loved her long, jet black hair.

"Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?" He asked looking into her deep chocolate coloured eyes.

Quickly he got undressed and they stood in the middle of the room and hugged tight. Martha was not used to the manly aroma of the Elizabethan era, and to be polite about it, his toilet ablutions were not quite twentieth Century. Yet she found herself aroused about the whole situation, and her heart began to pound, and her palms began to sweat.

As he looked at her with clear hazel eyes he helped her off with her top, then watched her drag her panties down slender thighs and step out of them.

"Kiss me once more, my Martha of Freedonia."

William wrapped his arms around her trim waist and pulled her to him, their lips met and he ran his hands over her bubble butt. In turn, the alluring woman pressed her palms to his pale chest as they moved backwards and collapsed on the single bed.

Martha reached between them and grabbed his erection as they continued to smooch, tongues slipping around each others. With an arch of her narrow back she let his hands cover her dark tits, and let his fingers pinch her hard nipples. So hard they looked to be two inches in length and could probably have cut glass.

The man gasped as the Ethiop crawled down to his hairy groin and took his stiff prick into her mouth. He moaned in delight as her tongue swirled around his cock head slowly and methodically, the foreskin pulling back nicely.

With her big brown eyes on his, her scarlet lips sucked his cock in and she began to blow him. His hand went through her wiry hair and his leg went around her back.

"Is...is this what the girls of Africa do for their men? Oh, nonny!"

Martha had never had a steady relationship back home, but she had a healthy sex life and considered herself pretty good in bed.

"Yes, that is correct." She decided to agree.

Now, half of his length was in her mouth, so warm, so wet. Then the wanton hussy pulled back and let her tongue flutter under his shaft a moment. Next she moved rapidly to and fro along the rigid prick, one time he slipped out and a string of saliva stretched from her lips to the tip of his aching knob.

Martha now took the entire erection down her throat, not stopping until her cute nose rested in his nest of pubes. Will looked at her with clenched fists as she paused for dramatic effect and then leaned back with a loud suction noise. She gagged, her nostrils filled with his powerful scent and she inhaled deeply.

"Truly astounding," he panted.

She wiped a tear from her left eye and gobbled him up with a firm grip at the base of his shaft. Obscene gurgles and slurping noises emanated from her mouth as his bell end vanished inside her, wondrous to behold. His pelvis jerked and Martha feared he may ejaculate too soon.

The dark toned girl laid back and spread her legs wide.

"You can do the same for me you know."

He took in the vision of beauty, all curves and delicate dusky skin, the breasts high and firm, the stomach flat. Her long legs were open, splayed knees and arched feet. In the middle was the loveliest vagina he had ever seen. She had just the right amount of black pubic hair, her pouty labia could be clearly seen, moist and slightly parted.

"To me William."

A twist of her wide hips and her back raised and she pushed one finger into her pussy, then pulled it to her lips and tasted herself. All the while the Bard of Avon pumped his stiffness, then he responded to her request and knelt down on the bed.

With nervous apprehension he slid two fingers into her vertical slit and gently rubbed back and forth. He felt her move on him at the same time, her groans increasing in volume as he went inside her to the knuckles. Martha began to pant, her head became dizzy, perspiration prickled her ebony skin.

Will lowered his bearded face to her intoxicating wetness and boldly put his tongue there. As his mouth covered her Mons pubis he could taste her juices. He licked her from the clitoris to the anus and was rewarded with her urgent writhing.

"You sure you never did this before?" She sighed and licked her dry lips.

"Never my Queen, am I acceptable?"

"OH YES!"

She raised her head, body rested on her elbows and looked at the naked man between her parted thighs, busy drinking in her fluids greedily.

"Will, I want you inside me, now."

Without waiting for a response her legs went out and up, and he lifted up and settled his weight on her. He was nowhere as skinny as the Doctor, nor as lightweight. This was a man.

His hard cock brushed her twat and she felt his spongy head nudge her opening. The push from him down there sent her wild, she humped against him, dying to have him enter her. Excited beyond words, Martha reached under and aided him as he inched into her. Both moaned in unison as he pushed right up and penetrated her fully.

"Lord, you feel so good." He exclaimed as her sodden tunnel accepted his rigid tool.

He pulled right back and then slammed in hard and made her gasp.

"You're not so bad yourself!"

His left hand closed over her right tit and thumbed the erect nipple. Her legs lifted in the air and she let him in deeper, his weight drove his hardness into her dripping sex all the way.

Perky, chocolate boobs pressed into his solid chest, and her belly bucked up against his. Then her dark legs dropped around the backs of his thighs, her pink soled feet slapping on him. The creaky bed rocked and made noise as they rutted like two animals in heat.

He stared down and watched with mouth agape as his prick disappeared into her slick hole and reappeared glistening and shiny. He drew her closer and she buried her face in his left shoulder, her breath hissing from her lips. His strong thighs were unyielding between hers, and her butt was pushed deep into the straw mattress with powerful thrusts.

"Damn, you're so bad!" He quipped.

Her long nails dug into his flanks as he ground into her, a few rough stabs, then a pause, then more of the same.

Then she surprised him once more and loosened her grip on him and rolled out from under him and laid on the bed face down. Shakespeare took the hint and rose to his knees behind her as her sweet derriere raised up, her pink cunt poking from the centre.

The astounded man gripped her by the hips and started to fuck her with a relentless frenzy.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Came the result of his thrusts, and her brown jugs bounced under her.

He was mesmerised by the erotic sight of her smooth bum as it smacked on his groin with wet squelching sounds. Sweat poured from him his body and dripped onto hers, dappling her back.

On and on he dove into her trembling figure, darkened even more in the dimly lit room. Their bodies became one single mass of flesh as he moulded his body to hers. Will humped her faster, grasping her by the shoulders for better balance.

He sensed his end and held himself still inside her making the poor girl whimper, desperate for him to continue. "Don't, don't pull out."

"I had no intention of doing so."

Martha wiggled her hips, urging him to move. Shakespeare recovered his composure and stroked the moons of her butt with leisure.

"Push back." He suggested and made a croak from deep in his throat when she obliged him.

Despite her best intentions the dark maiden tried to grind against him, but he held her firm and pounded her with his stiff cock. In the heat of the moment William clenched his teeth and wrapped his arm under her waist and they both dropped flat, he atop her.

Martha Jones was on the brink of an orgasm, and her pussy tightened around his pulsating member as he fucked her for all his worth. With one final hard push he released his seed inside her at the precise moment the vixen reached her own climax.

They both pushed against each other very hard in order to savour the incredible sensation of their mutual orgasm, then they collapsed in a puddle of sweat and semen.

"I do declare I love sex better than figs!" Cried the Bard.

Martha laughed as she rose and made to leave.

"So soon doth you make your flight?"

Martha poured her body into her tight jeans.

"The Doctor will be waiting."

"If he ignores your beauty any longer then the man must be a fool."

Or in love with someone else she thought. She looked back at the historic figure, naked on the bed as she straightened her leather jacket about her shoulders.

Martha Jones had just fucked William Shakespeare! Hey nonny nonny!

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