by Audrey Drake
Yes, Nikki was a modest girl, and she enjoyed the simple pleasures in life more than anything else.
She decided that it would be best to set out on her own at this point and look for her and Justin's future iterations alone, thinking that the two adolescent lovers might largely impede her progress. She also hoped that if she got far away enough from the two of them the transfer of their sensations might cease, and she would actually be able to focus on something other than Justin's slimy lips during her absence.
“I'm leaving now,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Why don't you lovebirds just fuck again already while I'm gone and get it out of your systems? This is getting damn tiresome to tell you the truth...”
“Will do,” mouthed little Nikki as she came up for breath, and older Nikki could feel Justin's warm, moist erection in her hands as the little slut pulled out his cock and started wanking him. She then decided that she should get the hell out of there as quickly as possible, before things got messy.
Sure enough, as she walked away from the machine toward town the sensation started to dull in her body, which was a relief because she wasn't sure she could withstand that kind of constant titillation for too much longer. But then as she stepped out into a clearing she began to shake wildly, her limbs twitching, her vagina burning as though somehow set alight, sparks practically shooting across the taut planes of her sweaty skin as she felt the space between her legs become occupied with a warm sticky jet of Justin Jr.'s abundant cum.
Apparently, the two little brats had finished doing it in record time, and this being only Justin's lifetime sophomore screwing experience, he'd shot his hot sticky load into her body following only a few minutes' effort.
Gradually she regained her composure, and decided that she could probably live with only experiencing her second self's feelings from a distance when that feeling was an Earth-trembling orgasm.
She shrugged it off, and continued on her path to locating their salt and pepper selves.
Chapter Two
Nikki was able to locate the future Justin's place of residence with relative ease, and she crept inside his unlocked door, sneaking silently through every room until at last she came across him, sleeping alone on his sofa, his arms folded peacefully across the planes of his broad chest. Nikki was taken aback slightly at seeing the middle-aged Justin, astonished at how this man seemed to grow gradually sexier with age. In almost no ways worth mentioning did he now resemble the bare-chested little pipsqueak groping eighteen-year-old Nikki back in the time machine, but had taken on a downright manly, reasonably rugged demeanor. His face was lined with a thin prickly mask of stubble, and his hair was spiked up in the manner you would expect of the older gentlemen featured on boxes of salt and pepper hair color boxes. His tight, dark grey t-shirt heaved up and down in the afternoon sunlight, and Nikki felt remarkable glad that she'd made the decision to include their future selves as well in this assembly of sexual deviants.
Not thinking all that intelligently she crept up over him on the couch, coming up eye-level with him, and then whispered gently, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.”
In a flash his eyes popped open, followed almost immediately by his perfect square jaw.
“Oh my God...” he muttered, seeming stunned by something more than simply his confusion at being suddenly awoken.
Nikki blinked at him, confused. “Um... Hey... Don't you know who I am? Is something wrong?”
“I... I... Yes, I... I most definitely know who you are,” he stammered, “Y- You're Nikki Fleming, but... But...” He looked down at her scantily clad body, scanning her anatomy carefully- the white lab coat, the slightly askew sexy-nerd glasses, the scandalous white thong panties, the glorious glimpse of her holy moley rollie pollies, the perfect erect nipples poking through the fabric of her attire... He took a hard swallow, and Nikki grinned with satisfaction as she noticed his morning wood growing more robust through the denim of his jeans.
“But, well,” he managed to say at last, his mental sampling of her many tasty treats now complete, “It's been twenty-five years since I last saw a trace of you...”
Nikki's eyes went wide. She felt the wind all blow like a gust from out of her chest, and had to sit down at the foot of the sofa, cradling Justin's socked feet on her lap as she struggled to comprehend.
Over the course of the next hour or so, the two of them managed to piece together a narrative that would successfully manage to explain the ensuing events of the past two and a half decades. At first he was a bit annoyed when Nikki told him of her supreme erotic scheme, citing any number of butterfly-effect-related things that could have gone wrong courtesy of her reckless abandonment. She could have been killed, the world could have ended, blah, blah, blah, etc., etc. But soon it became clear as to why he hadn't seen Nikki in almost twenty-five years, for that had been when she'd decided to set off in his time machine, and she had yet to return to the present where she'd left him. She could just imagine poor Justin, waking up from his fuck-induced nap with a boner equal to the one she'd just gotten through witnessing, and looking stupidly around the lab, wondering where in the name of hell his girlfriend had gotten to while he was asleep.
What was more, Nikki learned with a mixed pang of guilt and horror that she had nearly gotten Justin executed with her horny little stunt. Given that she had yet to return the time machine to the lab, Justin's employers- the United States government- had accused him of stealing top secret property for his own personal use. They'd threatened him with execution if it either went unreturned or else no reasonable explanation could be provided for its disappearance, and for about two weeks his neck had been on the chopping block. Out of desperation he pulled the excuse out of his ass that the Russians had somehow stolen it, and the people he worked for were so eager for a scapegoat at this point that they bought his boldfaced lie, hook, line, and sinker. Justin was off the hook, and although his fabrication had led to extreme tensions between the two old enemy nations, not to mention a new Cold War and a mutual threat of total nuclear annihilation, things fizzled out over time when officials failed to notice any discernible proof that anyone anywhere had been fiddling about with the space-time continuum, and with the fallout of some new shit that was going on the Middle East, everyone sort of just forgot about it after a while.
“So basically,” said the graying Justin at the conclusion of his rather terrifying tale, “You were within a hair's breadth of destroying the future of all mankind because you couldn't control your damn erotic impulses.”
Nikki felt deeply guilty for all she had caused, looking around nervously for words that might somehow make up for her rashness. But then she looked up at her aged companion, and couldn't help but smile. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “I'm a very, very, very, very naughty girl... Some people get turned on by being spanked. Some like being choked. Some like dressing up and doing it as furry woodland creatures. For me, it's the threat of worldwide nuclear annihilation that gets my rocks off...”
Justin's expression remained as stern as though someone had jammed a tree branch up his butt, and not in a kinky way, but a mean way, until at last his fierceness broke, and his face unclenched into a dirty, forgiving smile.
“Fair enough,” he said, but then moved in close to her, his morning wood bulging more noticeably with every step he took. “But I'd say I deserve a little bit of compensation for all the trouble you've put me through... Wouldn't you?”
Nikki laughed, her lips curling up into a devilish little smirk. “Of course,” she said, and bowed her face tenderly into Justin's own.
Her boyfriend's newfound maturity came quickly to the forefront. Even in his thirties, his erotic bearings had been a little bit shaky, his confidence in the sack rather schoolboy-ish despite regular, fulfilling intercourse with this brunette bombshell of a woman. Now though, his kissing was like that of an old pro, his own tongue the one doing the majority of the probing as opposed to Nikki's, wriggling with hot, moist force into her tender young
mouth, reaching for the back of her throat, and bound and determined to progress as damn far down her gullet as he could possibly manage to scrape. The brushing of his chiseled, stubbly chin across Nikki's smooth skin as they kissed sent shivers down her spine. She was swooning over the notion of being bedded by this considerably older gentleman, his kisses alone already far exceeding what she'd come to expect from the Justin of the past.
They pulled away after a few minutes, Nikki's head red with a lovely heat, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging slightly open. Justin smiled back at her, delighted at seeing her overwhelmed.
“I see I've surprised you,” he said teasingly, a rather sideways smirk plastered across his mouth that made Nikki want to chew his perfect lips off.
“I- yeah...” she stammered, blinking rather stupidly. “It's just that... Well, um... I guess you've shown a lot of... Progress since the last time we were intimate...”
He grinned victoriously, his boner at this point looking as though it might tear through his clothes and attack her. “Let's just say I've had a lot of time to reflect on your teaching... And plenty of time to put what you showed me into practice... I think you'll find I'm a lot more assertive these days than I was in the past...”
“Really, now?” she said, grinning back, her cheeks still beet red. “I'd love to see you put that theory to the test...”
And almost immediately, he did.
Chapter Three
Their bodies shot back together as though pulled by some magnetic force, their lips meshing together, their tongues twisting together, the saliva flowing from mouth to mouth and back again, his hot breath melting her from the inside out, his arms wrapping firmly around her, pulling her into himself by the tender small of her back, his erection poking her noticeably in the waist. Almost instantly he lunged for her tits, grabbing at them through the folds of her lab coat like a man dying of thirst as he reaches out for water. Nikki practically toppled backwards from her stilettos as he seized the smooth, fleshy spheres in his rough, meaty hands. The contrast in textures alone was enough to drive her crazy, but the fact that it was him who was taking up the initiative with such vigor, kneading her body like dough, fluffing her up between his broad fingertips, tracing tender, ticklish circles around her nipples in unison, caused her to leak moist between the legs from its own perfect and ghastly erotic implications.
She could not wait to see what would happen once she'd gotten his clothes off of him.
Before long the two of them separated, their bodies shivering and damp with perspiration from pressing so passionately against one another, Justin's shirt clinging as though for dear life to ever nook and crevice of his taut, muscular flesh, his own nipples poking through the fabric, and his belly button sucking in the damp cloth like some miniature black hole on his body.
“Let's see if we can put that nimble little tongue of yours to good use...” he said, grinning, and with a single sweep of his thick, muscular arms, he'd shed himself of the wet, clinging t-shirt, stretching the thing up nimbly over his head and discarding it casually beside himself. Nikki practically came right then and there at the sight of his perfectly masculine torso- his plump, ripe-looking pecs, the six-pack of abs that rippled angrily down his body, the sensual v-lines of his adonis muscles, pointing like an arrow down to his pelvis, ushering Nikki gracefully to her eventual destination...
He lassoed her toward himself, tearing off the lab coat with a rapid flick of his wrist, the poor thing hurdling to the floor for the third time that day, leaving her soaked, mole-speckled tits bare and exposed for his viewing pleasure, and the rest of her body concealed solely by her skimpy thong, and technically by her high heels, though these didn't honestly provide all that much coverage.
At last he unbuttoned his pants, wriggling them down only midway along his thighs, exposing the sensually chiseled upper half of his ass, the cheeks so sculpted they looked as though they'd been blasted out of marble, and moreover revealing to Nikki his most masculine of treasures, the long, thick, veiny cock that was the object of her desires, bouncing up and down gently from his waist from the force of his partially removed jeans.
Nikki gazed at the thing. It had inexplicably grown longer and thicker, she thought, since her chronologically previous encounter with the thing, its erection now curving up toward her and its tip staring her in the eyes, a little dab of pre-cum dribbling out, calling her lips toward it.
Knowing exactly what she wanted, Justin grabbed her by the back of the head. He knotted her hair into a pony tail with his fist, a control lever, in essence, and slid her open mouth down along the vast, meaty expanse of his cock, her saliva dribbling warmly around the curved scythe of his meat, her glasses still resting askew on the bridge of her nose. Without further adieu, the horny bastard proceeded to face fuck her, jamming his massive cock down her tender throat with a fierceness that was unprecedented in all of their lovemaking.
It was wonderful.
He hammered into her like a slab of concrete, his ass stuttering back and forth frantically, his waist slamming over and over and over again into her face, his uncontainable erection plunging deep, deep, deep into her throat, repetitively, cutting off her air, gagging her, churning up a thick pool of collected saliva that could find no escape. She savored the mild taste of the thing being rammed down her throat, in stark contrast to the raucous, violent manner in which it knifed intensely into her body. Thick gobs of spittle began to seep from the corners of her mouth, foaming down along his shaft and dripping slowly down onto her body, coating her flapping tits with a glistening glaze of her own lubrication. Tears streamed delightfully down from the corners of her eyes, and between the sprinkling of perspiration from her sweat-soaked hair as it thrashed, the accumulation of tears, and the touch of his own oily skin against their lenses, her cock-eyed glasses grew so smudged with liquid that she could scarcely formulate an undistorted picture out of them.
God, she loved this...
As she began to fear that she could no longer take any more oral abuse, her throat now incredibly sore from being jabbed by his spear several damn times too many, he slammed her head into his pelvis one final time, so hard at this point that she thought she might come off of him with a concussion, and held her there for several long seconds, the fluids accumulating hotly around his erection, gurgling in suffocation up from out of her throat. He then forced her head back off of him as though disgusted by her depravity, her mouth tearing away from his body with several gooey cords of spit .hanging onto him, the accumulation of sticky fluids pouring in torrents down her chin, scrambling for its freedom, and Nikki hacking madly for breath, inhaling as many massive lungs full of air as she possibly could, but inevitably swallowing her own gobs of saliva, choking on them, and inevitably spitting more out onto herself, like an infant, her face growing red as she hacked and coughed and wheezed.
At last she managed to catch her breath, and she stammered out almost immediately, “I like it when you play rough,” a smile spread across the contours of her disgusting face.
“I thought you would,” he said, his gravelly voice low and authoritative. “Now bend over, and let me show you another little trick...”
Nikki obeyed with excessive docility, bending her spine down ninety degrees, her ass sticking out toward him, her tits hanging down from her body as though striving to touch the floor, and her thong panties doing little to cover the black pinpoint of her asshole, her crack peeking up over their slim white horizon as they slid down her firm, ripe cheeks. She braced herself, her heels clacking nervously as she prepared for him to penetrate her with that mammoth of a member he now sported so fiercely.
She shivered as she felt his warm, rough fingers touch down upon her waist. His fingers curled tight around the edges of the thong, peeling them down along the plump, nubile contours of her body, sliding them down her perfect ass, and at last skimming them down to her ankles, careful to graze every inch of her skin with his touch as he stripped her.
All was still for a
moment, the only sounds to be heard the ferocious pounding of her heart in her chest, and the clinking of his belt and slide of fabric as he dropped the remainder of his jeans to the floor.
Then, Nikki gasped.
Instantly she was glad she'd coated him with her abundance of saliva just before now, as some form of lubrication now proved itself vastly essential to the proceedings. Expected but unspoken, he had crammed his raging cock into the tightest hole of her body, sliding his curved blade up the warm, narrow tunnel of her ass, wriggling in every last inch of his shaft until at last his entire masculinity was consumed within the passage of her tight, sweaty body. This more mature Justin was engaging in the precise anal indulgences she had forbidden his younger, nerdier self, and she felt an anxious certainty that the mature version now inside her had not forgotten this restriction, and would now take his most wicked revenge upon Nikki's firm, round ass.
She shrieked as he dug in.
His rough fingers clawed into the flesh of her ample waist as he pulled her into his body, jamming her into himself, and then pulling away, bringing her back, and then away, back, and away, back, and away, digging into her with a measured slowness at first, the veiny skin of his cock gliding tortuously in, and then pulling mercifully out. It was incredibly painful, sure, but wonderful all the same, a carefully considered torture, enough to drive her mad with agonized pleasure, but not quite enough to cripple her outright.