Erotica: Can't Keep Them Apart (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Audrey Drake

  And then he began in earnest.

  With almost no warning he began to pound her like a piece of meat, using his bulky arms to cram her mercilessly into himself and then thrust her away from him, Wham! Wham! Wham!, her tits flapping from her body, her heels convulsing every which way in her stilettos, the sweat pouring down in hot streams from her skin.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, GOOOODDDDDDD!” she moaned, the hurt far too great yet not nearly enough, her body bursting with tortured sensation as Justin drilled her, every bit as dominant in his maturity as he was passive with youth.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted, as though he might somehow need some verbal prodding to continue doing what he was doing, and Justin grinned, slamming her into him even harder, even faster, driving his cock even further and more tortuously up the thin tunnel of her tight little ass.

  Klpklpklpklpklpklpklpklpklpklpklpklp, echoed their skin, as he proceeded to fuck her at a rate that was mind boggling, skin-peeling, flesh churning, her body nearly a blur as she gyrated back and forth upon his vengeful masculinity.

  And WHAM!

  With one final thrust he slammed her wet body into his pelvis, holding her captive to his fiercely burrowing erection, causing her to explode with an agonized delight as he drilled into her deepest, darkest regions, bursting forth inside of her and driving her to the terrible, raging heights of an intense anal orgasm.

  Several miles away, the eighteen-year-old Justin and Nikki sat a few feet apart from one another, both naked, taking a break from romance for a while in order to recover from their previous escapades. Suddenly they both took to shivering, their bodies being tapped with the intense orgasms of their future selves echoing toward them. Justin stuttered in his seat as though hit by an electric shock, his flaccid penis bursting forth in the blink of an eye, stiffening to a throbbing erection and then exploding all over himself, its hot cum spurting out and then gushing down into the tangled bush of his pubic hair. Meanwhile, Nikki's asshole began to suddenly sting so badly that she leaped up painfully from her seat, hopping back and forth from foot to foot, shouting “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” as though stepping on hot coals, and then “Ooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!” as her body began to convulse with an intense orgasmic sensation, trembling from head to foot, the warmth of the senior Justin's hot load melting her insides as it gushed through her body.

  A few seconds of this startling mutual climax later, and they both leaned back hard against the wall of the time machine, their eyes opened wide with shock, their loins mutually throbbing from the sudden and immediate onslaught of arousal and climax.

  “You know,” said Justin, his eyes staring vacantly at a spot sitting in front of him, “I think I could really get used to this whole time-traveling business...”

  To Be Continued…

  Lust In Time – The Shed Fabric Of Space-Time

  Chapter One

  Justin shuddered awake, his eyes wide, and his skin trembling fiercely. He was lying completely naked, arms and legs sprawled out to his sides in the center of a lab table. His bare ass stuck grossly to its surface, his hair hung in strands plastered about his face, and his entire body was doused in a coat of long-expired perspiration, cold and goosepimple-inducing, its coolness freezing him to his core. His cock lay downtrodden across his stomach, pulsing slightly as though only very faintly still alive, caught in some limbo of arousal between erect and flaccid, and a cold sticky thread of cum ejaculated long ago spanned from its tip to his belly button.

  What the hell had he been doing before he fell asleep?

  With groggy resistance he forced himself to sit upright, dangling his stiff legs over the edge of the table, smacking his lips loudly as though to drive away sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes, and stared out the laboratory window into the black of night. It occurred to him that, with the lights on, anyone driving by would see him sitting there naked, and this aroused him somewhat, his indecisive penis pricking up a little bit at the voyeuristic notion. Realistically, though, it was unlikely that anyone would drive past to observe his firm, muscular body, as the government had chosen this very location for his lab because of its isolation, and on any given day there was a largely negligible amount of traffic, sometimes scarcely a car or two per day. From this he considered the liberty he had for prancing about in his birthday suit, briefly contemplating doing a little jig around the laboratory, dancing around in nothing but the skin given to him by the God he didn't believe in. But then he decided that this might be just a little too fun and free-spirited for a scientist of his demeanor, and he brushed the fantasy aside for the time being, possibly stashing it away for a rainy day should he get too bored out here in his loneliness.

  Next, he looked down at the floor to examine a strewn trail of clothing. His own shirt, underwear, lab coat, and pants, as well as his girlfriend's blouse, skirt, and skimpy excuse for a bra- not to mention a wild scattering of buttons, an assortment comprised of both his own shirt's and those of his girlfriend's blouse.

  But wait, he realized... Where was Nikki's lab coat? Where were her shoes? Where were those scandalous little panties that he adored so much?

  And hell, for that matter, where was Nikki?

  At precisely that moment, there was a blinding white flash. A vicious, roaring sound emanated from the chamber where he housed his top secret time machine, and smoke began to pour out of the crack beneath the door.

  His mind instantly leaped to the worst conclusion- an explosion, possibly?- and he scrambled as fast as he could for the door, grabbing hold of a fire extinguisher, his cock swinging about like a free-wheeling pendulum as he ran.

  Seconds later he tore open the door, legs splayed apart in an anticipatory pose, both his cock and the extinguisher aiming readily at what he assumed to be an electrical fire- but was not...

  Justin froze, his eyes wide, his heart and erection both throbbing fiercely as the door of the machine swung slowly open, seemingly of its own volition.

  Sitting there, right before his startled gaze, were as motley an assortment of familiar faces as he had ever seen. What appeared to be a far younger, eighteen-year-old version of himself sat with his hands folded awkwardly between his knees, an erection of his own blazing prominently from his waist, and a thick pool of cum staining the curly bush of his pubic hair. Next to him was an eighteen-year-old version of his girlfriend Nikki, part of an entirely different social circle at that age, he recalled without fondness. The glazed, sweaty tits he remembered fantasizing about for so long as a teenager were now on full display for his viewing pleasure, perfectly speckled with a connect-the-dots pattern of moles, the dark nipples pointed and young-looking compared to the perfectly round love melons he knew they would eventually become. What looked like a prom dress lay balled up in a heap and resting in her lap, concealing from view the decadent sliver of pussy he had similarly so often longed for.

  On the opposite side of the couple was a version of himself that seemed considerably older, his hair dashed about as though with salt and pepper, a fine layer of stubble spreading across his manly jaw, and his only article of clothing a pair of boxers that could scarcely conceal a raging boner attempting to get out. He smiled at his modern day self, flashing him a set of pearly white teeth that inexplicably made him blush.

  Finally, sitting in the center of the group, was Justin's present-day girlfriend (or possibly ex-girlfriend, depending upon what the hell she might have to say for herself in the next five minutes he would give her to explain her actions before booting her out of his life on her ass, and possibly reporting her to his higher ups for high treason.) She was looking particularly worn out and bedraggled following her three acts of vigorous intercourse across three periods of space-time. Her face glistened and shimmered with a thick coating of sweat and saliva, her neatly kept hair was strung about across her forehead as though she'd been hit by a hurricane, and her non-prescription sexy nerd glasses were smudged and covered with fluids of various sorts, looking as though at any moment they may slip and come tum
bling down off the bridge of her nose. The heel of one of her stilettos had broken off, leaving her feet resting at very different levels as she sat, the skimpy white panties that he so desperately adored looked as though they might fall off at any moment, the strings of its waistline wrapped only loosely around her waist, the fact that she was sitting the only thing likely keeping them attached to her body, and the lab coat she'd pilfered appearing prone to fall off of her body at any moment, its fabric sliding down across one shoulder, fluttering freely in the smoky air blowing in from the time machine's descent into the present, and alternating between revealing and then re-covering again an entire exposed tit, nipple, moles, and all, appearing, and vanishing, appearing, and vanishing, again and again and again with the arbitrary blowing of the breeze. She looked at her boyfriend with a weary but insatiable grin splitting her face nearly in two, an expression that seemed to say I'm bloody exhausted, but I'm not about to stop until I accomplish what I set out to do!

  Justing glared daggers at her, waiting several long, drawn out moments for her to speak and offer some flimsy excuse of an explanation for all this.

  At long last she did, staring with lust in her eyes at the erection at his waist that did not seem to want to go away despite his anger. “Oh good, you're awake! And horny!” she said, as though somehow getting off on her boyfriend's befuddlement. And as if wanting to twist the knife in just one rotation further through the unfailing grace of a bad pun she added, “Looks like we all got here Justin time!”

  He wasn't sure how exactly, but at that precise moment Justin could feel whatever part of his body patience comprised as it physically snapped.

  Chapter Two

  t took quite a large quantity of finagling for Nikki to convince her irate boyfriend that what she had done had not been a stupid, ridiculous, foolhardy decision, but in fact an action to be praised, lauded, rewarded, even, with a little bit of the excessive nookie she had planned. Although she herself boldly enumerated the many benefits of a five-member orgy comprised of both past and future versions of the exact same couple, including but not limited to the fact that each sensation felt by each alternate version of themselves would echo back into all the others somehow, and that their happy little clusterfuck would basically amount to the most intense and rewarding masturbation session that any of them had ever or would ever experience, Justin continued bull-headily to prattle on and on about the pantheon of theoretical dangers involved in her rash actions, namely the countless risks involved of tearing apart the very fabric of the space-time continuum, the implications of which he could not elaborate upon with any reasonable degree of certainty, but which nonetheless he could guarantee her would be very, very, very bad. Like, end of the world, zombie apocalypse bad.

  It took at last some reasonable coaxing from Justin's older and wiser self before he would budge on the issue of Nikki's extreme, ridiculous orgy. The future, Justin senior informed him calmly, pretty much sucked for him at this point anyway, because the government no longer trusted him with his own invention and had made certain that no one would hire him after its mysterious disappearance. This, of course, was a moot point now that Nikki had returned the machine to its proper location in time and there would be no eventual inquiry into the matter. The future, in fact, should hypothetically be far brighter for him now that he was an innocent man in the present, but he had lived through twenty-five years of shittiness for this hair-brained sex scheme of Nikki's, dammit! He was going to see it to fruition, whether the thirty-something Justin in his infinite wisdom liked it or not. And just for emphasis, Justin senior seized hold of his own erect penis as it poked through his boxer shorts, giving the shaft a few fast, vigorous pumps with his fist, and the thirty-something Justin danced about convulsing, feeling the perfection of his own cock being wanked despite not setting a single finger on himself. This, it turned out, was the only argument he'd really needed to make to his former self the entire time.

  “And besides,” added Justin Sr. finally, preaching to the converted at this point but wanting to ensure that the deal was unquestionably sealed, “The fabric of time and space hasn't collapsed in on itself so far from Nikki's fumbling. What makes you think it will from a little bit of innocent cross-chronological clusterfucking?”

  And with that, it was settled. Nikki's devious plan would unfurl as intended, consequences be damned, and the entirety of space-time would be shed of every inch of its loose, silky fabric, leaving every inch of its taut, naked skin exposed and vulnerable to the forces of existence.

  It took a bit of time, and several varying configurations, for the five fucking facsimiles to settle on a final arrangement for their orgy.

  At first, they mostly experimented with this new form of self-stimulation, branching off into two groups, a pair of Nikkis and a trio of Justins, exploring all the many ways they might experience their shared sensations to the fullest. The youngest Justin in particular was rather uncertain as to this whole affair, his sexuality still a remarkably new thing even when it didn't involve screwing with two other grown versions of himself, but graciously his older selves took him under their sweaty wings and showed him the many delectable ways of carnal pleasure. Just to demonstrate, they kindly helped their eighteen-year-old self perform a double blow job on them, shoving both of their well-developed cocks into his young adult throat and thrusting vigorously inside, until none of them could breathe and all three of them felt like their cocks were about to explode all over the place.

  After a while, they had mercy on their spit-faced self, all three of them resting a while in order to catch their breath, the oldest of them stopping for a moment upon remembering to take his heart pills. They let him recuperate, and then slowly they regrouped into a sweaty little circle, groping one another's bodies and savoring their mutual touch.

  All three now fully aroused, Justin Sr. took Justin Jr. aside, bent him over, and rammed his throbbing cock up his tight narrow ass, all three of them screaming from the pain, and all three of them trembling as Justin Sr. slammed his youngest self back and forth along his shaft, effectively ass-fucking himself, and both loving and hating himself for doing it. Regular age Jake stood nearby, jacking himself off to the sight of himself screwing himself, and the thrust of his fist serving to add to the burning sensations of their three burning penises. Before long he felt he could no longer resist participation in torturing himself, and the youngest Justin shook as yet another older self squeezed his veiny masculinity into the cramped and tiny tunnel of his body, thrusting away up his ass in a double anal penetration of unprecedented sensation. Cock rubbed against cock and was felt twice by the two older of the Justins, once in reality and once in echo-sensation.

  All three of them simultaneously hated themselves for this and loved it, and with a few vicious thrusts up the youngest Justin's ass there was an explosive chain reaction of orgasms. Justin Sr. came first, shooting his hot load far into the deepest recesses of his youngest self. His cum, meanwhile, coated the adjacent cock of the thirty-something Justin, drenching him in a hot, sticky lubricant as he continued to thrust up against his co-penetrator, and this in turn causing him to ejaculate, the sum cum total proving too much for his own young ass to handle, and dribbling out in a molten volcanic flow between their three bodies. Justin Jr., at last, exploded from the gushes of the two men inside him, his load shooting in a high-velocity spurt across the room, draping across the floor in a long, hot, steaming line.

  But, let's not forget that every orgasm experienced by one of the time selves occurred in the others as well, and each one of them were forced to tremble through two additional earth-shattering ejaculations, more cum flying out of their bodies than they thought they could possibly contain, blasting an absolute mess across the pristinely kept laboratory, and overloading Justin Jr.'s ass so thoroughly that his legs became soaked in a thick curtain of his own seed. Poor lad, they all thought, as all three of their sweat and semen drenched bodies convulsed wildly about with the absolute most wonderful orgasm
that any of them had ever experienced.

  The Nikkis, meanwhile, were enjoying some far more sanitary fun of their own in a spot nearby. They were quite enjoying the sight of their three boyfriends pounding and being pounded up the ass, every girl's fantasy, really, and they lay with their legs splayed out watching, ramming their fingers up one another cooters as they gazed in splendid arousal. Nikki Sr. had of course had a good fifteen years' more masturbation experience than her eighteen year old self, and was able to touch her junior self far more skillfully, but it did not matter, because every tender stroke of her junior's tight wet pussy echoed forward in time to herself. What was more, Nikki Jr. took note of her mentor's skillful technique, and despite fumbling around at the beginning rather amateurishly, she quickly picked up the thread of what her older self was doing, and was able with a reasonable degree of success to imitate her example, performing the identical erotic motions with only a small degree lesser of skillfulness.

  At one point they'd each hit an especially tender spot on the other's body, and both jolted alert as though hit with an electric shock, at last able to tear their gazes free of the intense homosexual spectacle being performed by their three cum-drenched boyfriends. They turned then to stare into one another's piercing green eyes, gazing into their own souls as though seeing each other for the first time. And then the younger Nikki, clearly even more of a firecracker in her youth, pounced on her senior self, knocking her to her back, wrapping her arms around her sides, and attempting to ram her tongue down her own throat, their lips cascading across one another's surfaces, their near-mirror tits compressing as one, each of their sweaty pelvises brimming with the radiant heat from the other. Nikki savored the taste of her own luscious young lips, nibbling on them, licking them, pulling them away only to allow them to snap back into place, and sparkling like a firework with the friction of their two slick bodies gliding back and forth across one another like lubricated snakes.