The Time Riders: Part 2

When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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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 tits,
kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she
ground her cunt 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 damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right
there;”

Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top 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 tits,
pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her
exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air.

"Hmm, 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 cunt. 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.

"Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way.
Your cock feels so wonderful inside me."

"Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her
cheeks together, clamping her cunt 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; oh; 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 cunt. 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 tits, squeezing
gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock
for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for
several minutes, just lying there in bliss.

Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock 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 cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, 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 bopped 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 anymore," 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 Limelight Effect'
or getting clock hammered, 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 humor." 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 travelers 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 time stream."

"It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' 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 tits were now squashed to his chest,
his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "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