Time Rider Ch. 01

Mark nodded and thrust harder and faster against his teacher, watching her glorious body shake as he fucked her. Her incredible breasts wobbled and she squeezed one of them, moaning loudly. Her soft bed barely made a sound beneath them as he pistoned his hips up and down. After a disasterous beginning, his evening was going better than he could have possibly imagined.

"Gnnnnnn, now from behind," she breathed, starting to turn over. "Fuck me from behind..."

Mark grabbed her hips as she slithered around into her new position on her hands and knees and ground his cock against her pussy and ass, gripping her tight. Becky groaned shamelessly and squirmed her ass back against him, biting at her knuckle. She arched her back as he found her pussy and slid back inside her. She clearly wasn't interested in any slow buildup, because she began grinding back on him eagerly, getting him in as far as she could. He could feel the wetness of her pussy dripping on his thigh.

He kept his firm grip on her hips and began pounding against her, shuddering as she squeezed and clenched around him with fervour.

"Definitely tighter than Brenda!" he thought as he thumped his hips to her ass cheeks.

Becky was panting heavily as she buried her face in the pillow, her ass arched in the air. She gripped the pillow cover between her teeth almost tearing at it. A sheen of glistening sweat had formed on her soft, creamy ivory skin. She squeezed him with each thrust, his cock feeling bigger and bigger each time she did it. She'd missed this so badly, sacrificing her personal pleasure for the job.

Maybe now she didn't have to.

She almost snarled in delight as he reached forward and wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling back and craning her neck. For an eighteen year-old boy, he was being marvellously assertive now that they'd found their rhythm. Becky loved having her hair pulled, but her favourite part was yet to come.

She pushed back hard and forced Mark onto his haunches. She straightened herself until she was sitting on his lap, facing away. Becky began bouncing up and down, panting as she sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside and squeezing it. Mark moaned and his hands came around to clutch her breasts, squeezing them hard. Her hands joined his in massaging and molesting them while they fucked. She had him pinned in one spot beneath her and she alone controlled the tempo now.

She moved her long blonde hair to one side and he understood immediately. He began kissing and biting at her neck, causing her to shudder and sending slivers of pleasure down her spine. She writhed and bounced on his lap with abandon, reveling in the sensation of a real cock deep inside her after all this time. She resisted the very strong urge to turn her head to the side and kiss him. Not just yet.

When she felt the inklings of deep pleasure building inside her, she moved off his cock and pulled him around onto the bed, lying him on his back. Her eyes were fairly blazing with lust as she straddled him, lining her gooey pussy up with his throbbing hard-on. They both moaned loudly as she sank down onto him, his cock burying itself up to the hilt. Her fingernails dug into Mark's shoulders while she pinned him and she hissed as his hands found her breasts again.

"Yes, darling..." she grunted as she began grinding herself down on him, shuddering at how deep he was inside her. "Fuck me, thrust that cock up inside me, Mark. Fuuuuuck..."

Mark pumped his hips up dutifully, matching her pace. He loved the cowboy position and clearly she did as well, but he knew he wouldn't last very long at this rate- she felt too good and was too tight for him to not bust before long. His hands fondled and mauled her lovely breasts before he pulled her down closer and took one of the pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. Becky keened and shivered in delight.

Mark sucked and rolled his tongue around the pink bud, even biting and tugging on it, much to her pleasure, seemingly, because she got even wetter and tighter around his cock while they fucked. He could hear the wet sucking sounds her pussy made as it swollowed his member, feel her warm, sticky wetness on his thighs. He'd never imagined it would feel this good. He'd been certain earlier that most of his time would be spent conning his shy teacher into doing this at all, forget the grade issue.

But Miss Fischer was a sex-starved fiend, seemingly, and she was going to make him cum harder than he ever had before. Her golden hair fell around her lovely face, which was mere inches above his. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on working her hips against him, up and down, his cock nearly all the way out of her before she took him back deep inside her steaming, slick tunnel.

They were both covered with sweat and ragged gasps were all they could manage as they gripped one another and writhed lustily, desperate to cum together. Mark gritted his teeth and was squeezing her breasts again while Becky pushed down harder and harder on his cock with each thrust. She began whimpering and shaking and Mark could feel her pussy clenching tighter and tighter with each moment.

"Oh, shit..." she gasped, her whole body shuddering now as she pushed down feverishly. "Oh, God, Mark, I'm-"

She sat up straight and arched her back, teeth gritting as she fought to hold on for those last few precious moments...

Becky almost screamed and Mark moaned loudly as the floodgates burst. His throbbing cock began pumping cum deep inside her and her pussy spasmed around rippled around him. Everything went black for Mark as he was enveloped by a tingling wamth of an intensity he'd never known before. He could feel his cock and even his balls spilling his entire offering into her slick, tight depths, both of them still thrusting against one another madly.

Becky finally collapsed on top of Mark, her chest heaving. Her body was limp, almost like a wet dishrag. Mark lay beneath her, equally exhausted. His still-hard cock was buried in her pussy, and they could bothfeel their mingled essence oozing out of her and trickling down his shaft. Her soft, warm body felt divine against his.

Slowly, sluggishly, he wrapped his arms around her and she hummed contentedly at the embrace. She finally opened her eyes and smiled before kissing his nose.

"I think you earned that perfect exam score," she purred. "Definitely earned it."

"That's good to hear," he mumbled, still lost in lethargic pleasure. "I'd better start failing all your quizzes too."

Becky giggled and hugged him close, sighing. She finally brought her head up again, resting it on her elbow and looking at him. "We'll be laying here for a bit yet, but we also need to talk about doing this again. A lot. The letter said so."

Mark nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that, Becky. Then it's up to you to make sure my past self doesn't suspect anything."

"I'm sure I can work that out," she mused. "He's pretty annoying, unlike your sexy self."

He smiled. "Hard to believe how much difference three months and a time machine can make."

"Mmmm, and you still have to show it to me before we part ways for the night," she said lightly. "The letter says you kept your word and showed it to me. So let's shower up and then you can take me to see it, okay?"

Mark nodded. This was, thus far, the best evening ever.

***

They were walking back to Becky's house, arm-in-arm, laughing and talking like lovers. Not only had Mark shown her the time machine, he had actually shown her how it worked by bringing her back to earlier in the night. They'd hidden in the neighbour's yard and watched Mark's earlier self creep to her back door. Becky had stepped on a stick that broke loudly and caused Earlier Mark to look around warily, but a barking dog covered the mistake.

"I was wondering what that sound was," he chuckled. "Never would've guessed it was you and I."

"Yes, but you need to be careful, Mark," she said, trying to sound serious as they said on a quaint swing in her backyard, holding hands. "I don't know how all this works, but getting that close to your earlier self can't be good. You need to remember where and when you've gone to avoid yourself."

He nodded. "I promise to not visit you more than once a day, at night. You'll clear an area on your basement floor where the Holmes Field Device can show up undetected by anyone else, away from prying eyes."

She nodded. "We'll need to fine-tune the dials and so on to get exact coordinates, but I think the device moves somehwat slowly against the earth's rotation, so you can actually travel physical distances as well as through time if you're extremely careful."

"Wow, Becky," he said, shaking his head. "You're already better at this than I am by a factor of a thousand."

Becky smiled. "I want to say it's because I'm a physics teacher, but that'd be a lie. It's just solid math and common sense, really."

She turned in to face him in the loveseat of the swing and brought his hands up to rest against her heart. She stared deep into his eyes, the darkness of night protecting them from prying eyes.

"You have my word, Mark, that you'll recieve that perfect test score," she said quietly. "In return, you'll do extra studying with me on the nights you come back and fuck me, so that just maybe you'll actually deserve any offer you might get."

He nodded. "And I promise I'll find some way to take you on a time excursion."

She smiled and brought his hands to her lips, kissing the fingers gently. "We're going to be fucking so often, Mark. We'll be sick of each other by the time the semester ends."

He smirked. "Doubt that, teach. You're the best fuck a guy could ask for. And I can't even tell anyone."

Becky giggled and lowered his hands, letting them linger on her soft breasts beneath the shirt she now wore. She sighed at his touch and then leaned in to press her lips to his, finally kissing him. They rocked slowly on the swing beneath the moonlight, kissing silently for several seconds before Mark gently pulled back and smiled.

"I'd better get going," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "Couple of more seconds of that kissing and I wouldn't have been able to leave."

Miss Fischer nodded. "I know. See you tomorrow night?"

He grinned. "That's the plan. Have a good night, teach."

"It already was, thanks to you, Mark." Becky said, blowing him a kiss and then waving as his silhouette retreated out of sight.

Silence.

Becky leaned back into the slowly rocking swing and stared at the stars overhead for some time. Finally she giggled and stood, skipping back into the house cheerfully. She had a letter to write.

***

The two agents were silent as they assessed the young man, who waited stoically for some sort of reaction from them. He found himself waiting several minutes, which he was not surprised by.

"So?" Mark said finally. "Totally hot story, right?"

"Yes, we're both agog and atwitter," the tall man said dryly. "Young man, the Temporal Enforcement Agency takes a dim view of using any device, registered or otherwise, being used for reckless personal reasons, forget showing such anachronistic technology to anyone from a time period not acquainted with time travel."

"Well, why the hell would I know that?" Mark retorted. "I'm not the one who left a Holmes Field Device lying around in the bushes in the Twenty-First Century where any shmuck could find it. You're lucky it was me and not some deranged criminal."

"Be that as it may," the short man interejected. "There are consequences for reckless use of a temporal device."

"Imagine that," Mark said somewhat petulantly, having a sinking feeling he knew what was about to happen. "So, what, you're just gonna take it away from me?"

Neither man answered immediately. Something occured to Mark and an evil grin spread across his face.

"You can't take it away from me," he concluded, seeing the dismay in their expressions as he figured it out. "I'm meant to have this Holmes Field Device or you already would have. You know I'm going to be using it in the future so there's no way to keep it from me."

"Well, your personal future," the tall man admitted. "Much of your personal future is still the past for my partner and I, but this past you're in right now is completely new to the two of us."

"So, my future self is in your past but my now self is just happening?" Mark asked. "Wild. How do you keep it all straight?"

"By doing as little as is humanly possible," the short man said very firmly. "Even trained experts in quantum and temporal travel can get confused when the timelines gets cluttered."

He now pointed to his partner's ear. "You see his bionic ear?"

Mark nodded.

"I accidentally shoot it off six years from now and there's nothing either of us can do about it. It's his past, because it's already happened to him, but it's my personal future. All I can do now is apologize in advance."

The tall agent grunted and looked away, clearly displeased.

"That's really deep." Mark mused.

"Yes, it is. It's not meant for idiots. And whether you like it or not, certain things can never, ever happen. Time will prevent paradoxes from happening."

"Like what?" Mark asked.

"For instance, you cannot go back in time and kill your own grandfather before he gives birth to your father, because that would mean you never existed and therefore could never pull the trigger to kill him. A paradox."

Mark shrugged. "Okay, but how does it stop me?"

"Who can say?" the short agent replied. "All I can tell you is that you simply won't succeed in killing your grandfather, no matter how hard you try and meticulously you plan. If you try to shoot him, the gun will jam. If you try to poison him, it'll turn out he is immune to it or you used tap water by mistake. If you try to strangle him, you might have a heart attack before you finish the job. You... will... be... stopped. The Temporal Enforcement Agency spends most of it's time making sure nitwits like you don't get clock-hammered every time they get a dumb idea."

"Huh," Mark said, still trying to wrap his brain around all this mumbo-jumbo. If he hadn't fucked Miss Fischer earlier, he still might not believe this was real. "What else can't I do?"

"People usually find it's hard to get close to significant hisotrical events," the tall agent mentioned. "Alexander cutting the Gordian Knot, the Crucifixion, the Yalta Summit... Time doesn't like it when people who shouldn't naturally be somewhere try to crowd in and get involved or snap a few pictures. They'll find that the technology fails to get them there, generally. We call it 'The Limelight Effect'. Do yourself a favour and don't try. We've seen people get stranded and die in the wrong era because of the Limelight Effect when the batteries or power source on their device go suddenly dry."

"Well... what if I wanted to... y'know, get with a girl from another time period?" Mark asked.

The agents looked at one another and sighed in despair. "You kids and getting laid," muttered the shorter one. "Same principals as before- get too close to a famous women you want to have coitus with and Time will push you away. Try to become your own father by having sex with your mother and Time will stop you. You'll get smacked down real hard for those types of shenanigans."

"So Time would clock-block me?" Mark laughed, earning him a withering stare from the two men. He coughed and stopped talking.

"Look, you're absolutely right that we can't take your time machine away or stop you from using it," the tall agent said. "We're here to impress upon you the need to not be, in your century's vernacular, 'a total fucktard' about this. Believe it or not, we want to help, because Time is a very harsh mistress and frankly, you're a moron who couldn't be bothered to pass high school physics. This doesn't bode well."

"Best advice, try not to use it," the shorter man added. "If you must, keep careful track of where you've been and when. That way you don't trip yourself up. And do not, for your own sake, travel forward in time ahead of where you currently exist. The Agency will have no problem throwing you in prison for eternity since it is now your personal, uninterrupted future."

"That's not fair," Mark said, scowling. "Why can they do that?"

"Let me be blunt," the shorter man said, leaning forward and smoothing his tie. "In the future, nations and alliances understand time travel and how to do it. But idiots like you from the past or selfish jerks from concurrent time or even beyond cause problems by doing stupid things. Time-knots caused the economic downfall of the Oceanic Pact and the resulting riots killed tens of thousands. People who didn't deserve to die because of people like you who don't care about the big picture."

He held out a small device with a screen displaying a black girl with vibrant green eyes, smiling. She wasn't more than five.

"T'Pani here was killed in the Time Troubles riots and there was nearly a total ban on all time travel once war was averted and the Temporal Enforcement Agency was created in response. She didn't deserve to die. So think before you do things, got that, kid?"

Mark nodded.

"Good," said the taller agent, who tossed him a small gadget. Mark examined it in his hand. It looked like an old-school brass pocket watch on a chain. "It's a type of chronometer. It'll help you get around if you're ever stupid enough to end up lost. Warning though, it won't work in front of people who don't know what a chronometer or a watch are. Use it carefully."

And with that, the two men turned and exited from his bedroom. Mark didn't dare follow them. He sat silently for some time, pondering the situation he now found himself in.

And another evil smile crossed his face.

***

Becky panted as she pressed herself against the glass of her shower door with Mark behind her, holding her tight as he slid his cock slowly in and out of her ass. She felt herself beginning to contract and clench as orgasm approached. She ground back against him lustily and Mark groaned as he lost control and began pumping his cum deep into her.

"Yes, Mark!" she wailed as she joined him in cumming. They writhed and slithered together in shared ecstasy until they were both spent, sinking to their knees and slowly recovering under the jets of water from her showerhead. His hands caressed her soaking body while hers reached back and wrapped around his neck.

"Mmmmmm, I think you just passed next Tuesday's pop quiz as well," she purred, nuzzling his cheek. "Would it be asking too much for you to fail every test and quiz if I can guarantee you a pass?"

"I think I can promise that," he replied, causing Miss Fischer to giggle. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. "Whatever teach wants, teach gets."

"Good," she said softly. "You have a lot to catch up on."

"Don't worry, Miss Fischer," Mark said assuringly, turning her face so he could kiss her. "If there's one thing I've got plenty of now, it's time..."

***

Author's Notes: Well, this chapter happened to be ready and I decided to rock it out. Yes, there will be people who bitch about the fact that Alex & Alexa hasn't updated and neither has Sapphic Serenity, but those chapters just ain't finished yet. I'm a busy man, patience, grasshoppers.

This particular story is going to be fun, bent and weird sci-fi. Nothing too outlandish, but time travel and the inevitable entanglements along with graphic sex (let's face it, who among us WOULDN'T use a time machine to go and fuck?) should keep you all entertained. Just as important, I'm enjoying the wackiness of it, so this will be another series.