The Time Machine by Ale Stone
Chapter 1
For many years I had been working on different machines in order to invent 
a perpetuum mobile. Even though I had many failures I never gave up. It had 
evolved from a hobby into an obsession. Everywhere at home there were 
clinking of chains, ticking of cogwheels and sparkling of electricity. 
Nothing seemed to help. Everything failed. Until one day when I happened to 
build a cube of mirrors attached to electric motors in a complicated 
design. In the middle of the cube I had made a hole that I could look in 
through. The first time I looked there were flashes like lightning far away 
inside my brain at the same time I experienced a rotating, spiraling, 
sinking movement. My curiosity was awakened and I decided to build another 
one, but twice as big. This time I made a hatch on one of the sides so it 
could be opened. First I placed a pencil inside the cube. Closed the hatch 
and started the motors. After a while I opened the cube. I don't know what 
I had expected to find inside it but not what I found... the pencil! I 
didn't let this get to me so the next time I catched a fly which I put in a 
test-tube and then I placed it in the cube. I let the motors run for a 
minute before I again opened the cube. I almost fell down on my ass when I 
took out the test-tube. I looked at it not believing my eyes. The fly was 
gone! In its place there was a maggot! I had invented the time-machine!
After uncountable experiments with bigger and bigger animals I had a 
machine that I could handle. I won't tell you about all the mishaps and 
failures but after about a year of hard work I was so advanced that it was 
time for the ultimate experiment. To put myself in the machine!
At first I just took short timed trips so I wouldn't get lost so much in 
space/time that I would be unable to return.
Then the day came when I should do the decisive leap. I had a very specific 
day in mind. It was a day when we had a burglary at my childhood home. 
Nothing valuable was stolen but my mother had lost her jewelry, which had 
more value to her as mementos than monetary value. Besides that she had 
lost a pair of rather sexy silk underwear that I had bought her as a 
Christmas present (we used to give each other at least one present with 
underwear and usually I bought her white cotton panties at her suggestion) 
but this year which was the first year without dad who had died from cancer 
the same year and it was my intention to cheer her up a little. I think I 
succeeded though I never saw her wear them. Unfortunately since my mother 
was a beautiful woman.
The whole theft-thing was a mystery for me all my life and now I was to 
travel back to solve the mystery once and for all. All my life I had 
suspected a neighbors wife, who had moved away while we were visiting my 
grandparents during that summer. I had never been able to prove my 
suspicions.
I transported my time-machine to a forest not far from the place were I 
grew up. Went inside. Closed the door and pulled the right levers and soon 
I could feel that sinking feeling in my stomach that proceeded the 
inevitable blackout. When I again came to the time-machine stood still. 
Carefully I climbed out of it. I recognized the place immediately. I had 
arrived where I had aimed. Still in the forest were I would be unnoticed, 
not that I would have any reason to worry about that because this was the 
sleepiest of sleepy towns I've ever had been in and you seldom saw anyone 
out and about after eight o'clock in the evening. The only drawback was 
that I was naked! The clothes that I had worn was now laying on the floor 
of the machine as the seeds from which they ones had been grown. And I was 
the age that I was a the time! My body was. Not my thoughts and memories. 
They were unchanged. How could that be? Were memories for ever un-
destroyable? Or was it just that the brains complexity was so great that 
anything stored in it would be there forever? No matter if it was something 
that had happened a day before or a day after? I don't know, maybe it was 
just a side effect that wasn't explainable. I decided that I should put 
some research into the matter, later, some day.
Carefully I sneaked to my childhood home and found the key were we used to 
"hide" it. I opened the door and went into my room and got some clothes 
that I put on before I opened the window, went out and closed the door 
after me and put the key back in its place. Crept back inside through the 
window and sat down on my old bed to wait for the thief.
In spite of the excitement and the nostalgia that flowed through me I fell 
asleep. A very light slumber but it had lasted for about an hour when I was 
awakened by the key that was inserted into the lock, carefully been 
withdrawn and put in place from the inside. The door was slowly pushed 
open.
I slid down on the floor and in under the bed just in time to escape 
discovery. I could feel the presence of someone in the room. The person 
probably wanted to make sure that there was no one home.
Then I could hear drawers being opened and closed. Carefully not to make 
any noise I crept out from my hidingplace and sneaked over to my mother's 
room. To my surprise it was empty. I looked around and then I noticed that 
the light was on in the bathroom. I sneaked up to the door and peeked in. 
What I saw almost made me laugh.
Standing on the lid to the toilet-stool I saw Mrs. Nelson, the neighbor's 
wife that I had suspected for so long. She was standing on the lid with her 
skirt lifted up above her hips and tried to see herself in the bath-room 
mirror. She pushed the waist-band down, exposing a soot-black bush. She 
combed the thick hair with her fingers and admired herself in the mirror. 
Admired the contrast the black hair against the chalk-white silk in the 
undies. And then she adjusted the panties to their right place turned in 
half-profile and looked at her pouting ass that pushed against the cobweb-
thin cloth. She turned the other way and saw me in the doorway.
"Oh!" she shrieked. "What are you doing home? I mean I saw that there was 
light on and thought that you weren't at home so I came over to see if 
anything had happened!"
"And so it had, obviously," I answered without taking my eyes from her 
round, pouting ass.
"Well, William, I didn't think..."
"No. I can see that."
She let go of her skirt as if it had burnt her hand and it fell down and 
hid the wonderful sight and at the same time she jumped off the lid down to 
the floor.
"I' sorry William. I really thought I saw the lights... It must have been 
in your room!"
I showed her the key that I had taken when I passed the door and showed it 
to her.
"And that's why you locked the door after you?"
"Oh, than you were..." her voice just died away in her throat.
I let my eyes feast in her womanly beauty, which even the washed-out dress 
couldn't hide and I could feel the muscles in my stomach almost cramp of 
lust at the sight of this woman with a capital W. Brazenly and slowly I let 
my eyes travel over her body letting her see that I did so. I kept the key 
so that she couldn't ignore it. Tentavly she took a step forward and reach 
out for it but I was prepared for that and closed my hand around it. 
Nervously she smoothed her dress with her hands. And again she reached out 
slowly and touched my fisted hand. I didn't didn't budge or let her believe 
that I was going to give her the key.
"Tell me, Mrs. Nelson, could I ask you for a favor?"
"Well. It depends," and suddenly she realized that I had her in my ??? and 
changed her tone. "What could a nice boy like you want from me?"
It was all to obvious that she thought that a little flattery wouldn't hurt 
in this situation and a little coquettish she took my hand that closed 
around the key in her. "What shall I do to get you to give me the key?" she 
smiled and showed her small white teeth.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll find something..." I said suggestively.
Her smile vanished slowly and she looked at me with a calculating look.
"Tell me, do you have a bath-tub at home?"
"No. We don't. Why?"
"Well, maybe you should take a bath while you are her, don't you think?"
"And of course you would wash my back?"
"Why not? Maybe it would cleanse you from sin?"
That arrow knew its target and she gritted her teeth and gave me an angry 
glance. Then she turned her back toward me and opened the faucets, running 
a bath. She sat on the toilet and looked straight out as if she wasn't part 
of anything that happened. I had to call her when the tub was adequately 
full. With a sigh she stood. Turned off the water and with her back to me 
she undressed. Get up in the tub and sat down, a little bent forward so I 
couldn't see her face or the front of her body.
I drew up my sleeves and started to carefully, caressingly, soap her back. 
I could clearly feel the tense muscles in her back and for a short while I 
felt sorry for her, till I remembered the sorrow she had caused my mother.
"Stand up so I can reach the rest," I ordered her.
Silently she did as I said and turned her back toward me. My eyes could 
stop admiring her swelling forms and my hands carefully squeezed her ass-
cheeks. They gave away to my kneading hands.
"Turn around."
Hesitantly and with her hands over her cunt she turned to me. The breasts 
she let me see. They were big and heavy, but surprisingly firm for the 
size. Her nipples pointed a little downward though, but they were still a 
sight for sore eyes. I soaped my hands and let them close over the two 
enticing tits and I pinched the nipples lightly and they sprang to life 
immediately and Mrs. Nelson drew in her breath hardly as I again pinched 
her nipples. Slowly I let my hand glide down over her curves, slippery with 
water and soap and reached her hips. Caressed the slim thighs and glanced 
up at her. She stood perfectly still and only the heaving of her chest 
showed that her breath was a little fast.
With light force I pried her hands away from her cunt and I couldn't hold 
back a hungry gasp as I saw her totally naked.
"You are beautiful, Mrs. Nelson," I said with open admiration in my voice.
"Do you think so William? How old are you?"
"Sixteen. At least now."
"Just sixteen. Well, at that age I guess every naked woman is beautiful. 
Even if their breasts have started to sag a little. The way mine do."
I ignored her little qoucettery.
"No. You are beautiful. Sit down so I can get the soap off of you."
I let the shower pour over her and she climbed out of the tub and I dried 
her. She stood quit passively and let me rummage all over her body at will. 
I took a little step back and stood there and just admired her body. I 
could feel how the lust for her made my cock stiffen and I reached out for 
her waist and drew her closer and pushed my lips against hers. For a short 
moment she parted her lips, let her tongue meet mine and her thighs spread 
a little and she pushed against me. She couldn't avoid feeling my stiff 
cock press up against her Venus Mound. Just for a moment until she again 
became aware of the situation. Then she drew back, ashamed over her 
response to my horniness. I knew she wasn't unaffected by the unusual 
situation. To be in a mans power. To be totally helpless. Afraid of the 
scandal to be caught as a simple thief. A scandal that would follow her for 
the rest of her life. As she drew back I instinctively sank down on my 
knees in front of her.
"What do you do, William?"
I pressed my face in between her thighs and she mumbled furtively: "No. 
No." But she didn't mean it and the hands that tried to push my face away 
soon embraced my head and she caressed my hair. I could bet that what she 
now experienced she had never before experienced. Maybe she had heard of 
it, but never actually been a participant in it. To get her cunt licked! 
She tasted of soap and woman. The smell of her pussy was the fragrance of a 
young girl, woman and not the little stale smell of a mature woman.
Her breathing started to become as fast as the flowing of juices in her 
pussy and the air was pressed out from her lungs with a little panting moan 
and her hips started to move a little nervously and in rhythm with my 
probing, licking tongue. Tickling her clit which had grown into proportions 
big enough for me to slowly suck it in between my lips and suckle it like a 
baby sucks on his mother's nipple. It only took a couple of minutes 
manipulating her big clit in this fashion until she let a moan echoing in 
the bathroom announce her orgasm.
I stood and took her in my arms and once again I pressed my lips against 
hers, by now soft by lust, and she responded differently this time. With 
just the slightest hesitation she let me ravish her lips and her tongue met 
mine a little tentavley.
I took Mrs. Nelson by her hand and led her into my room and lay her down on 
my bed. While I got undressed I feasted my eyes on the naked woman-body 
that lay on my bed. This time I could enjoy the sight for as long as I 
wanted. I knew she wouldn't try to escape. Partly that she still was a 
little afraid of the scandal, but mostly because she wanted to know what 
else I could come up with that she hadn't experienced before.
Mrs. Nelson lay with her underarm over her eyes, hiding them from me. A 
little ashamed of the situation. Her heavy tits hung a little out to the 
sides but her nipples were still hard and pointing straight up and showed 
with clarity that she still was hot.
Her stomach swept in a soft curve down toward her pussy, which continued 
the curve down between her round thighs. Her cunt was covered in a thick, 
black growth of hair.
I pushed a little on her thigh and she parted her legs a little, enough for 
me to see her slit. It glistened a little wetly in the hair that framed it 
and her pink pussylips were blood-filled and a little swollen agape so I 
could see the beginning of the darker cunt-tunnel.
When I let my boxers fall down to the floor she withdrew her arm a little 
so she could give my cock a curious look which stood straight up against my 
stomach.
I lay down between the alluring thighs and without any preliminaries I 
shoved my cock into Mrs. Nelson's cunt. It was surprisingly tight. At her 
age I had thought that it should be looser. But on the other side, she 
hadn't given any birth that could have stretched it. I lay still on top of 
her, just enjoying the feeling of her warm, wetness that surrounded my 
cock.
"How old are you really, William?" she asked again.
"Hundreds of year," I told her almost truthfully. "And you, Mrs. Nelson? 
How old are you?"
"Thirty-two."
I always had considered her to be an old woman when I "knew" her as a boy. 
Of course she was much older than me and age seemed to be a greater divide 
when your young than later in life.
"What's your name. First name I mean. I can't call you Mrs. Nelson now that 
we fuck each other, can I?"
"No, I guess not," she laughed and I could feel the laughter transform down 
her body out to her cavity were it squeezed my imbedded cock softly. 
"My name is Saga."
"Saga. Yes that figures," I laughed in answer.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing, dear Saga. Absolutely nothing. Not more than that your are a 
woman of every mans dreams."
Slowly I started to fuck my saga-woman. With long, slow thrusts I let my 
cock glide in and out in the well-oiled tunnel. Once in a while I let my 
cock slide out and pushed it against her swollen clit. And slowly she 
started to respond to my fuck-movements and her hips started to role in 
rhythm with my thrusts. She breathed heavier and heavier and I could feel 
how her tight pussy tighten up even more as her orgasmed neared.
I pushed my cock as deep as I could in her milking pussy and let it squeeze 
the whole length. Her lustful moaning were as music in my ears and added to 
the pleasure.
When her orgasm had ebbed out I drew out my cock from her hole and turned 
her around. Lifted her by her hips and steadied her on her knees and 
elbows. Her round inviting ass shone white to me. I fumbled a little as I 
sought her opening with my cock and when it was in place a leaned forward 
and molded her hanging breasts in rhythm with my fuck-movements.
Again Saga started to moan at this new sensation and soon she let little 
screams of lust escape her throat. I rose and with my hands on her broad 
hips I started to fuck her. With one long outdrawn scream she came again 
and she didn't have the strength in her body to keep standing on her knees 
and elbows but fell forward, letting my cock slip out, and lay on her 
stomach whole her hips pumped up and down in the empty air while she came. 
I let her lay there while she got her breath back. Slowly I caressed the 
round ass, which quivered now and again in the aftermath of her cum.
When she had regained her breath she turned over on her back and looked at 
my still stiff cock with big eyes.
"Didn't you cum?" she asked surprised.
"No, not yet, as you see."
"Oh, I don't know if I can managed any more. You've given me more than 
enough."
"Oh, I think you'll manage a little more."
"Weeel..." she said hesitatingly.
I lay down on my back by her side and drew her on top of me and pushed my 
cock into her, by now, very wet and very hot cunt. It was still tight and 
closed around my cock just as wonderfully as it had from the start.
"Now it's your turn to do the job," I told her.
"I - I can't. I don't know how to..."
"Don't you try that with me. Just now you knew perfectly well how to do 
it."
Carefully, afraid that my cock would slip out of her, she started to move 
up and down along my stiffness. It was a wonderful feeling to know that I, 
sort of, took a virginity from her. Soon she found courage enough to become 
more daring. She stood on almost straight legs, just having the tip of my 
cock inside her. Or sink as deep down as she could and rotate her hips so 
that her clit was rubbing against my pubic-bone.
"Is this how to do it?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yes. Just so. That's the way to fuck. I knew you could. So nice. You do it 
so nicely. Your cunt is so tight, so wet."
"Yes, yes! My cunt is wet. I want to fuck you the whole night. I want to 
have your wonderful cock in my cunt the whole night. The whole night!"
Even this, to talk dirty, was a novelty for her and she seemed to enjoy 
that as much as the fuck in itself. The ability to fuck a man all by 
herself. She stood on straight arms and pumped her hips back and forth and 
she glanced down between us, to see my cock glide in and out of her. Her 
breasts swayed seducingly in comfortable reach for my hands and I took them 
in a soft grip.
Her stiff nipples pushed hard against the palms of my hands. Her movements 
stopped when my cock was just inside of her. She moved her hips in a circle 
letting the head of my cock churn just inside the spread pussy-lips. And 
then she sank down again flinging her head back and moaned a deep guttural 
moan as my cock made contact with her womb. She mashed her clit against the 
corse hair around my cock and it became too much for me. I could no longer 
hold back my orgasm. With a grunting I let my sperm shoot up and into 
Saga's womb. As soon as she felt the first spurt splash against her inner 
part of her cunt she too came. With her head flung back and churning hips 
she cried a high pitch cry of lust.
"Now you've gotten me pregnant," she sighed when we had regained our 
senses.
"Oh. I didn't know. I thought you were taking..." I stopped myself before I 
said 'the Pill'. She couldn't do that. This was at least ten year before 
the invention of it. "Are you sorry for that?" I asked instead.
"Oh no. I've always wanted a child, but my husband never wanted any. Now I 
have to fuck him before the end of the week. And make sure that the condom 
bursts. Or he'll get suspicious."
After about ten minutes I had again gotten my strength and hard-on back and 
we continued to satisfy each other for three more hours before she had 
drained me of the last drop of sperm. When she left she had my mother's 
Christmas panties on. She was worth them. My mystery was solved in a 
enjoyable way. My mother would have to live without knowing what happened 
to them, but you can't get everything, can you?
Chapter 2
After my little rendezvous with Mrs. Nelson I was hooked. I could actually 
go back and interact with people. The only drawback was the nausea and 
black-outs that came with the time travel. I decided that first things 
first, so I tried to fix that bug in the machine that caused all the 
disadvantages. I went over my blueprints. It didn't do me any good. I 
didn't understand why the Machine worked. It must have something to do with 
the dimensions, I thought. There are three dimensions. Length, Breadth and 
Thickness. Time. As far as I remembered the latest ideas about it was that 
it is a wave that moves at a constant speed, or was it a sinuscurve? Never 
mind. Add it to the other three dimensions and you get... What? A fourth 
dimension? Yes, I think that is a common idea. OK. That seemed logical. But 
the closer your speed was to the speed of light the closer time got to 
zero. And if there wasn't any time would there be a universe? No. That 
wasn't anything that I had enough knowledge about to speculate on. But if 
time was a wave and my machine was made out of mirrors, mostly, then maybe 
the reflection of time was caught in them and when stopped at the right 
angle would make it possible to get into that time-space. Well, that was a 
theory that I could live with. Now, what decided how far back in time the 
Machine traveled? The only thing that moved was the rotor. If it rotated at 
a constant speed then maybe it counted seconds... Yes. If I figured the 
number of seconds to my destination I would be able to get to a specific 
time at the exact moment. It was worth trying. I added a piece here and a 
gizmo there. The main thing I added was a lever that could be set at a 
certain height so that it moved down at a constant speed and when it hit 
bottom it would turn the rotor off and hopefully I would be in the right 
time. The place was no problem, so far. It was fixed. I came to the same 
location that I started from. I thought that I would be ready for the next 
test-drive. I took a trip that took me to the previous day but as I arrived 
there was the old nausea so I apparently hadn't succeeded in making it 
better in that regard. The black-out however didn't seem to last as long as 
it had done previously. I concluded that the side-effects would have to be 
something that I must learn to live with. The timer-lever worked perfectly 
however. I could time my arrival exactly and after a few more test-drives I 
felt confident enough to take my next serious travel. I was too eager to 
wait any longer for a travel with a purpose. I could always go back to the 
more scientific work later. First I had to do something about the lack of 
clothing at my destination. I went to a lot of second-hand shops and bought 
clothes from the late fifties. Went back to an appropriate day and hid my 
clothes, wrapped in an old tarpaulin that I had found. I had already made 
up my mind of were I wanted to go. A girlfriend of mine, Anita, had 
suddenly broken up with me and shortly thereafter moved to her 
grandmother's whom I didn't know were she lived. I never found out why and 
wanted to know. I really had been in love. I never got beyond third base 
with her but the promises that lay ahead was enough for me to go easy on 
her. I don't think that I was ready for the final step myself although I 
was sixteen at the time and she was the same age. In fact we had been in 
the same class ever since first class and had been drawn to each other all 
the years we went to school. When I first saw her she was a tawny, dark-
haired girl with big brown eyes. She was the only girl in my class that had 
her hair cut short and maybe that was what attracted me to her. I on the 
other hand, hated getting a haircut so I had rather long hair while the 
other boys either were crew-cut or cut short with a side brow. I was 
delighted when The Beatles turned up and made it legitimate to have long 
hair. Over the years Anita changed into a real beauty. Her face matured and 
her cheekbones grew high, her nose straight, wide mouth with full naturally 
red lips, slim, feminine shoulders, round breasts that pushed against the 
blouses she loved to wear. Her waist wasn't all that defined but her hips 
flowed with womanhood and her ass was a dream come true. Her legs were 
rather short, but as I found out later very round and smooth, and when you 
let your hand just glide up them, the distance to the ultimate goal wasn't 
too far away once you got your hand on her knee. We started to go steady 
when we were fourteen. That was in the late fifties. Kissing was OK with 
her. A little fondling outside the clothes too. But anything else than that 
was another story. We had been going steady for about a year when she let 
me feel her soft tits for the first time. After the first time it was a 
regular happening on our dates. Another six months before I held her hairy 
mound in my hand and I could feel the protruding lips kiss my hand. I still 
remember the difficulty I had spreading them apart, the fumbling. But that 
seemed to make her the more eager for me to succeed but she never helped 
out. And the feeling when you dipped the tip of a finger inside a wet pussy 
for the first time! That feeling was beaten only by the first time she 
rubbed my cock outside of my pants. I knew the day when she disappeared 
from my life all too well and I decided that I should go back to that day 
but first I would spy on her for a week. Had she met another that I didn't 
know of? I took the trip and when I arrived there was the old nausea only a 
little weaker. Maybe it was like getting your sea-legs, a matter of 
adjustment. The black-out didn't seem to last as long as it had done 
previously either so if I was lucky I would suffer less and less from the 
side-effects the more I traveled. I searched the place were I had hid the 
clothes and found them. I had a rather hard time to get them on in the 
darkness but finally got them on all right and I made my way up to the 
house where Anita lived with her parents. It was dark and a rather cold 
wind blew and there was rain in the air. That was something I didn't 
remember. I remembered that the weather had been lousy the whole year but I 
had thought that it was caused by my gloomy mood. As I slowly sneaked up to 
the window, where I knew the living-room was, I heard a dog bark in the 
distance, why he was the only one to know. I peeked into the room. I don't 
know what I had expected but not the feeling that flew through me. It was 
as if I was hit in the stomach! My heart was almost bursting and I could 
feel tears in my eyes when I again saw Anita. Just as I had remembered her. 
She hadn't changed! But how could she have? She was the same person with 
the same looks as the one I knew. The one I had loved. Of course she was. I 
was in her time-zone. There they were OK. Anita and her parents. It looked 
as if they just sat there, no one was talking. No one was reading. They 
just sat there doing nothing. Maybe they listened to the radio. I couldn't 
hear anything out here though and that revealed a flaw in my plan. How was 
I going to hear what they were talking about? I walked around the house, 
carefully so I wouldn't step in a flower bed or leave any traces of someone 
being there in the dark spying on them, to see if I could find something 
that solved my problem but couldn't find anything, so I went back to the 
window to at least be able to look at Anita. I stayed there till they went 
to bed. To add to my misery it started to rain. Not a heavy rain but a 
drizzle that seemed to find its way down between the collar and onto my 
skin and up under the sleeves making me shiver a little as it ran down 
under the collar and followed the spine for a while till it either 
evaporated or got warmed by my body-temperature. Leaving a wet spot on the 
back of my shirt. Slowly, dragging my feet behind me, I made my way back to 
my machine. Cursing myself the whole way. It had been a bad idea to go back 
to this event. It only had opened up old wounds and nothing had been gained 
unless you call it a gain to realize that you still are badly in love with 
an old girlfriend. I passed the store and forgot that I shouldn't be seen 
so I walked right pass it and glanced in the window by old habit. When I 
had followed Anita home after our dates and I went back home by myself I 
used to stop here for a while and look in the window. At this moment I 
didn't give a damn if someone saw me so I just stopped and stood there 
looking. Not seeing anything actually. I was empty inside beside the 
thumping heart. I could see my reflection in the window and stared at it. 
There was nothing to see but some old and damp clothes. What? Yes. There 
was nothing to see! I wasn't there! All I could see was the clothes! No 
face. I held out my hands and looked at them. They weren't there. Of course 
they were there. I could feel them and I knew they were there when I looked 
down but in the mirror of the window they weren't there! I bent down and 
scraped up some dirt and smeared it on the upside of my hand and I could 
see the trampoline-formed shape of my hand. It was there but at the same 
time it wasn't. I got really frightened at this revelation. What had 
happened? I started to run toward my machine, ripped the clothes off and 
just jumped inside and pulled the levers that had to be pulled and after a 
while I found myself in "my own" time again. Anxiously I looked at my 
hands. To my relief they were back! I felt one hand with the other. It was 
solid. I hastily got clothed and hurried home to get to a mirror and when I 
looked in it I was there. I shed my clothes and looked in the mirror again. 
I was still there. Carefully I examined every inch of my body but nothing 
seemed to be wrong with it and I sighed with relief. What had happened? I 
had made some adjustments on my Time Machine but mainly I had just adjusted 
what looked as if it needed to be adjusted. I got my blueprints out and 
carefully looked at them. I couldn't see anything that would make this 
side-effect happen. Maybe it wasn't anything the machine did. Maybe it was 
nature that tried to protect itself from an intruder, an anachronism. This 
changed all my plans however. To the better. I had a way out of my problem 
of how I would be able to listen to Anita and her parents. I could sneak in 
and hide somewhere close to where they were sitting. I knew that they, like 
almost everyone else at the time, never locked their door when someone was 
at home. They also "hid" their key under the doormat when they were out so 
I would be able to sneak back and get a print of the key and make a 
duplicate that way giving me access to the house when they were away. I 
repeated my actions of the day before when I again went up to Anita's. This 
time I undressed and hid my clothes under the stairs before I carefully 
opened the door just enough for me to slip inside and I closed it again 
before any draught would reveal my presence. Slowly I inched my way to the 
door leading to their living-room and peeked inside. Of course I could have 
stood in the doorway without any fear that I would be seen but I wasn't 
absolutely sure of my invisibility so I was extra careful. They were 
listening to the radio and Anita was reading while her mother was doing 
some sewing and her father just sat there listening to the music and 
smoking his pipe. Since nothing was likely to happen for a while I slipped 
up to Anita's room on the second floor, avoiding the steps I knew would 
squeak. There was a large mirror at the foot of Anita's bed and I wanted to 
make sure that I was indeed invisible. I looked very closely and couldn't 
see anything of my body. Now all I could hope for was that I would be 
visible again once I was back home. Suddenly I heard Anita call goodnight 
to her parents and before I had time to slip out of her room I could hear 
her steps on the staircase. Hurriedly I crept into the corner that was 
furthest away from the door and the bed before she entered. She stopped 
abruptly just inside the door and looked around. She shook her head and 
than she took the robe that lay at the foot of the bed and disappeared 
again. Obviously to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I decided that I 
should stay for a while, I could always sneak away as soon as she had 
fallen asleep, and see if I could catch a glimpse of the body I had been 
dreaming of for so many years. She seemed to be gone for ages but finally 
came back into the room. She stood, just like me in front of the large 
mirror and looked closely at herself. She didn't examine her body though, 
she examined her face. Drew a finger along her nose. Thought she saw a 
blemish at the side of it and pushed the nose almost flat against her 
cheek. Stiffened and looked around. Did she suspect that she was being 
watched? She untied her robe and shook it free from her shoulders and stood 
naked in front of the mirror where I could see her whole figure! She was 
just as beautiful as I had imagined. Small, high breasts topped with dark 
red nipples. Flat stomach, tiny waist that curved out to her round hips. 
And a bush as black as soot and so thick with hair that it was impossible 
to see any skin under it. She let her hands stroke the length of her body. 
From the high breasts down to the fur between her thighs. She looked one 
last time at herself in the mirror and then she crept down under the 
blanket, reached for a book and started to read. I settled down for a long 
wait before I would be able to slip away. The hardon I had achieved 
watching her nude was slowly deflating and soon my cock again hung limply 
between my legs. I almost nodded off while Anita read but some rustling 
from her woke me up again. She had put one of her hands down under the 
blanket and I could see some movement at breast-height as if she scratched 
it. Suddenly she closed the book and put it aside and with a swift move she 
flung the blanket away and lay naked in front of me! She had her eyes 
closed and was slowly teasing her nipples by squeezing them between two 
fingers and once in a while she cupped the whole tit and drew it upwards 
and then again she manipulated the nipple. She let one hand stray down and 
land on the furry hill. While she scratched the hair she half-sat and 
arranged the pillow against the headboard and lay down so that she could 
see herself in the mirror. She spread her legs wide and I could see the red 
lips of her pussy peak out from the thick growth and her finger that 
trailed the length of them. I knew from experience how difficult it would 
be to open them but it was obvious that this wasn't the first time that 
Anita had opened up her pussy because she did it without any effort. She 
placed her lips between the two middle fingers and then she spread the 
fingers out while she maintained pressure at the fat outside of the lips 
and then she freed the long finger and drew it from bottom to top and 
plowed open the sealed lips. It looked so easy that I had to admire the 
handiwork! The finger continued to draw up and down in the slit but she 
never dipped deep inside it. Instead she concentrated her manipulations on 
the top. Circling the clit, squeezing it a little. Suddenly she reached 
down with her other hand and let a couple of fingers get wet and then she 
spread the wetness over the stiff nipple. She repeated this a couple of 
times, alternating between nipples till she let her hand stay between her 
legs sort of closed over the entrance of her cunt while the other hand 
worked feverishly on the clit. She held her breath. Blew it out in one gust 
and after filling her lungs again held her breath and suddenly she clamped 
her legs together. Moaned a syllable that sounded like 'Roooooh-'. Rolled 
over on the side with her ass almost hanging out of the bed. Her hips 
thrust back and forth a couple of times and then she breathed out the last 
part of the word she had started; '-bert'! She was thinking of me while she 
masturbated!!! At this moment I almost forgave her for breaking up with me. 
I looked at her ass and the hand that still held the pussy cupped in it. Oh 
how I wanted her to withdraw her hand and let me get a look at her pussy 
now when it had orgasmed. Was it wet? Was it open? It was as if she had 
heard my silent wish because she slowly let her hand slip away and I could 
see the red lips. Still thick by her arousal, still a little agape. I 
silently took a step forward. Before I could think about it I sank down on 
my knees in front of her ass and found that if I pressed my cock down just 
a little it would be in line for intrusion. I did just that. Bent my cock 
down. Inched my hips forward and without touching her my cock slipped in 
between the thick pussylips. Met resistance but I kept my firm pressure and 
slowly the resistance gave way and the head of my cock was wedged just 
inside the tight cunt! Anita froze at the first feel of my cock against her 
cunt. Than I felt her hand being shoved in between her thighs. Feeling 
around. Sensing that there really was something inside her pussylips that 
slowly kept going in. She looked over her shoulder but did nothing to jump 
away! "Nooooo!" she moaned. "Nooooo, it isn't true... Nooooo. Who - who? 
What? Oh noooo." I don't know what went through her mind. Unbelief of 
course. There was no one there and still there was something inside her 
pussy. Something that she could feel with her hand. Something she must, 
even with her limited experience with men, she must understand was a cock. 
As soon as my cock was fully buried in her tight cunt she pulled her hand 
away and her hips farther out to the edge of the bed. Giving me better 
access to her cunt! "Oh god! It isn't true! It can't be! Can't happen! Oh 
god! Yessss," she moaned as I withdrew and shoved my cock inside again. 
"Yyyyeeeessss," she sighed as I slowly fucked her. "It isn't true! You 
can't be here! You're not here! I can feel you! Feeeeeel... aaaah... 
You!!!" Her pussy walls closed around my cock so hard, so soft and so firm 
that my orgasm shot through me and out of my cock so hard that the first 
rope of cum splashed against the walls of her womb and ricocheted out 
alongside the hard shaft embedded in her but the following more timid shots 
stayed inside her womb and I could imagine them cling to its walls. As my 
cock slowly softened I could hear her sob softly and I decided not to care 
about anything else but get out of there. I couldn't resist one last look 
at my girlfriend's naked ass and newly fucked cunt before I left. I'll 
never forget the sight of the wet crotch with a shimmering of gray sperm 
slowly leaking out and mingle with the bloodstains on the sheet! She had 
been a virgin! Slowly and as quietly I could I made my way out of Anita's 
house. I had gotten my revenge but I didn't feel any better about it. I 
hadn't sought it at the first place. All I wanted was the truth. To know 
what I had done since she deserted me for another. And what other? On my 
way to the Machine I decided that I should return to the day when I knew 
she went away, and out of my life. I still wanted to know why. This, 
however, I never did. I went back to Anita a couple of times, just to see 
if she had met another man but she never did nor did she say anything to 
make me suspicious. After the second time she reluctantly welcomed me into 
her arms.
I just met her a couple of times after that and I never got back to the day 
when she moved away and out of my life. I would never be able to forget her 
or stop loving her, that I knew now, but I must let us both continue with 
our lives. Accepting that she had chosen a path without me and leave her 
alone. Let her move on. Whatever her motive had been I had to accept it. 
Maybe she had found a new man to love or maybe she just had fallen out of 
love with me, whatever the reason was I had to accept the facts, and there 
were many adventures in the future as well as in the past waiting for me 
and I was eager to see what they were.
Chapter 3
Over the next days I pondered the options I had. Obviously there were many 
things I could do. What I needed first was funding, of course. I didn't 
mind having to work part time as a teacher, but the work after school, 
correcting essays and tests and preparing for class and so on took a lot of 
time away from my invention and my work on improving it. But most of all, 
it took a lot of time from my travels. I remembered reading somewhere about 
someone who had been transported back to the past and had made a fortune as 
he could remember a lot about stocks and that had made him able to build a 
real fortune over some years. I didn't have the faintest idea about stocks 
or bonds or anything like that. But maybe... If I could get into the 
future... I could see if I could do the same by reading the papers.
My first trip into the future proved that the invisibility was occurring 
every time I traveled in time. This could be both to an advantage as it 
could be to a disadvantage. If I wanted to open a bank-account it was 
obvious that I had to do it in my real time. Of course that was the only 
time in which I had to have money. In the short visits I had made into the 
past and the future there hadn't been any situation in which I needed 
money. Some stuff of one sort or the other yes. Would it have helped me if 
I had been able to buy it? No. Not at the time. I had been in the past only 
when it had been well after closing-time of any shops.
I traveled only a month into the future the first time and it didn't take 
me long to find a newspaper in a wastebasket and I took it and went back. I 
had after all accomplished what I was there for.
Back home I read the stock-tables and compared them with the present day's 
and then I made some notes.
The next day I went to my bank and opened an account for the purpose and 
also bought my first shares ever. All I had to do now was to wait for the 
month to go by and hope that my action hadn't changed anything in the 
future and then cash in. After that I had to do the same thing over again 
till I had my fortune.
I didn't want to work only. I had to have some fun as well. I went through 
a list of girls that I had known in my youth and who I would like to try 
out in bed. I found out that there weren't that many, but a few came to 
mind. And my teacher, miss Nordstrom! Oh yes! She seemed to have accepted 
the sixties free sex philosophy judging from the way she clothed. Always 
tight fitting pants that showed off her nice ass and loose blouses, 
folklore of course, that gaped open when she bent down and you could see 
all of her bra-clad breasts and a nice cleavage. Bigger tits than any of 
the women I knew in town, not that I knew many. I was a favorite of hers 
among the boys and Anita was her favorite among the girls, and she always 
seemed to stoop a little lower and stay that way a little longer when she 
were at my desk than when she was at any of the other boys, helping me with 
something. I went to a small school were classes were mixed even when we 
had gymnastics. It would have been heaven if it hadn't been for the fact 
that the only girl I ever had eyes for was Anita.
And then there was Debbie. Anita's friend. Her best friend after me, as she 
had said. Debbie was nothing special. An ordinary girl but she should 
suffer because I suffered and in a way we had Anita in common.
I went through the list of all possible women and girls that I knew of and 
I soon found out that there after all were a lot of them so I decided to 
make a list. Maybe I should fall back into that childish behavior and rank 
them? I decided that since I was in the mood of revenge I could as well 
take my revenge out on all the females I put on my list. The only name I 
left out was my mother's, but I added a column for ratings. Afterwards I 
counted the names and came up with fourteen women or girls I would love to 
fuck! With an afterthought I added the name of Saga there.
As I worked on the machine I got to think that I would have to build 
another one, a bigger so I could get a chair in and thus travel in style 
and not find myself unconscious on the floor when I arrived at my 
destination. That work isn't of any interest to anyone but myself besides 
I would be an idiot to reveal the construction.
After I had built the new machine I decided that what I had to do first was 
to scout the terrain, that is see how and were everybody on my list lived. 
How easy it would be to get access to their homes etc.
First things first and on top of my list were Miss Nordstrom and Debbie.
Miss Nordstrom lived by herself in an apartment building, on the second 
floor. That made it difficult to get into her flat.
Debbie on the other hand didn't live that far from Anita's home so I knew 
the perimeters rather well. I didn't however know how they locked their 
doors or what time they usually went to bed.
It took me four trips to figure out how I was going to get into Miss 
Nordstrom's apartment. She had her balcony door open ajar at night. So all 
I had to do was find a way to get up to second floor on a brick-wall. Or a 
way to get into her apartment and hide, hopefully not on the balcony 
because she would be able to see me, or rather my clothes.
I went back to the time that school was out and sure enough her flat was 
dark. Nobody seemed to be at home. Now that I knew all I had to do was to 
find a ladder that would reach up to the second floor. Or... Hook! Yes a 
hook with a rope attached to it could do the trick.
I looked all over the place to find something that could work as a hook, an 
old rope I found in the yard of a ware house and there I also found an iron 
bar that could be bent into a hook. With some difficulty I was able to 
attach the rope to the hook and happily I made my way back to Miss 
Nordstrom's place.
It didn't work. First of all the hook made a hell of a noise when it hit 
the railing on the balcony. So much that the neighbors both the one beside 
her as well as the one below her woke up and light lit up everything around 
me including me. I fled the place foot over heal.
I had to come up with another plan. About half an hour later I was back 
outside Miss Nordstrom's and looked at the place again.
First floor balcony was easy to reach. Standing on the railing I would be 
able to reach up, but would I reach far enough up? I decided the only way 
to find out was to check on location. So I climbed the first-floor balcony, 
stood on the railing and realized that I couldn't reach up to the railing 
on the balcony above. Just as I was ready to jump down I looked up and saw 
the solution to my problem. There were irons sticking out from the 
concrete-floor that held the rack in place. They looked sturdy and should 
be able to hold my weight. Yes, that was it. I could attach a rope to the 
iron and then I would be able climb up - and I would be stuck at more or 
less the same place, only this time on the outside.
If only I could find a ladder.
A Ladder! That was the answer! A rope-ladder! I could knot it into one 
strand of ropes at the top and tie that around the iron-bar, than I could 
stand on the top rung and reach the railing. After that it would be a piece 
of cake. I only had to make sure that the top-rung was high enough for me 
to stand on and reach high enough to give me leverage. But how do you build 
a rope-ladder? I knew how it looked and I had climbed one during gymnastics 
at school. But I had never looked how they were constructed. I had to go to 
the library.
I soon found out how to make the rope-ladder and went back and made one. 
Now I was ready for my teacher! But since I was here already I decided that 
I should check out on Debbie.
As soon as I came there I knew I was in luck! There was a window slightly 
open and I knew that it was the window in Debbie's room. I quietly crept up 
to the window and peeked in. The room was dark but I thought I could here 
the heavy and even breathing of someone that slept. I decided that I should 
see were her parents were before I made my move. I walked around the house 
but everything was dark and it was obvious that everyone was in bed.
I looked at the window and decided that since the way to Debbie was open I 
could just as well use it. I took off my clothes and hid them a little bit 
away from their house and then without any hesitation I climbed into 
Debbie's room. Stood quietly just inside for a short while before I again 
closed the window to the position it had been in. Step by step I neared the 
bed. I didn't want to bump into anything in the darkness. Then I stood by 
the side of the bed, fell down on my knees and listened to the quiet 
breathing from the person I assumed was Debbie. She didn't stir so I 
reached out till my hand slowly bumped into the body of someone under the 
blanket. I felt around for a bit to orient my hands whereabouts. It had 
landed on the small of her leg.
I pushed my hand under the blanket till it landed on her leg again. Slowly 
I worked it upwards. Debbie stirred a little but didn't wake up. I had 
reached almost to her crotch when she suddenly reached down, felt my hand, 
sat up and cried so high that I jumped to my feet and backed up till my 
back was against the wall. Before I had time to make my way out the window 
the door opened and someone flicked on the light. In the door stood her 
mother. She was naked!
"What is it?" she asked her daughter who sat up in bed and looked around 
the room, bewildered. There was no one to see except her daughter - and her 
husband that just appeared in the door, tying the robe. I noticed that 
there was a bulge in the front, that explained why he had been so long. He 
and Debbie's mother had been fucking - or well on the way to.
"There's someone in the room!" Debbie cried.
I hadn't taken my eyes off her mother. I had of course seen her before but 
never in the nude. I must admit that I had missed something. Her face was 
just an ordinary looking woman's but her body was hot! A little plump with 
legs that was a little too thick, but long and nice, her tits wasn't that 
big and sagged a little but her stomach was almost flat and the bush was my 
favorite hairy one. Even from the distance were I stood I could see the 
pink lips protrude between her legs.
"Alfred, can you see anyone in the room?" she asked her husband.
"No."
"But - but there was someone! I could feel his hand! I touched it!" Debbie 
cried.
Her mother entered the room and walked over to her daughter.
"It was just a bad dream. There's nobody here but us."
She bent down and looked under the bed.
"And no one under the bed either. Except for a lot of dust-rats!" she tried 
to joke.
Debbie wasn't that easy to convince and finally it was decided that her 
mother should sleep with her that night. Her father muttered something and 
went back to their bedroom. He wasn't the only one who would suffer from 
blue balls tonight, I thought as he disappeared and Debbie's mom crept down 
on her daughter's side, still in the nude. She wrapped her arms around 
Debbie and slowly she stroked her over her hair and after a while Debbie 
again drifted off to sleep. The light was still on and she made a move as 
if she wanted to get up and switch it of but as soon as she moved Debbie 
whined a little and her mother again lay down.
I knew that there was a naked woman laying only a few steps away from me. 
She had been in the middle of a fuck with her husband when it had been 
interrupted by her daughter's cry. She must be horny. Maybe? She was hidden 
under the blanket but...
I could feel my cock stir. Should I dare? Was it worth the risk? I looked 
at the window and made sure that I would be able to flung it open and make 
my escape that way before I inched my way up to Debbie's mother.
As soon as my hand nudged her hip on the blanket she lifted her head and 
looked over her shoulder but when she saw that there was no one there she 
again let it sink bank down on the pillow. Reassured that she, unlike her 
daughter, wouldn't cry out, I reached under the blanket and made contact 
with the bare skin on her ass. She drew her ass away from my hand but when 
I insistently let it come back and even slip in between her thighs and make 
contact with her pussy she settled down after again having looked over her 
shoulder. Debbie felt her movements and her mother schussed her and she 
again settled down to sleep.
Debbie's mother's pussy was wet! I had been right in my assumption that she 
and her husband had been well on their way to a night of frolicking in the 
bed. To my surprise she pressed her ass a little tighter up to my intruding 
finger and soon my finger played on and inside her pussy and her hips moved 
in little welcoming thrusts.
I nudged her a little making her understand that I wanted her to move a 
little longer into the bed and she in her turn nudged her daughter.
"Huh?" Debbie asked still sleeping.
"Move over a little darling. I'm to close to the edge here."
Without any hesitation Debbie moved away a little and her mother followed, 
making room for me behind her. I was more than a little surprised by her 
accepting a stranger into her bed. The motive of the stranger couldn't be 
unclear to her. Was all women sluts? Now I've had a go at four and of these 
four three had been willing, well more or less, participants!
I slid into bed behind Debbie's mother, it wasn't a comfortable position I 
got, almost half of my body was outside the bed and when Debbie's mother 
lifted her leg a little to give me access to her cunt from behind, I had 
some difficulty in getting in the right position, I didn't want to disturb 
Debbie again, but when I finally lay tightly against her ass I didn't 
hesitate but lined up my cock and pushed it in in a long smooth thrust. Her 
husband must have had his cock inside her because she was wet all the way 
in. Wet and open. And soft yet tight. I guess one child doesn't damage the 
muscle-tone that much and it had been almost fifteen years ago she gave 
birth to her daughter.
I had just got my cock inside her hot cunt when she reached behind her and 
placed her hand on my ass and pushed me deeper inside her. She stopped me 
from fucking. She just wanted me to stay deep inside her, maybe to savor 
the moment when she was unfaithful to her husband for the first time. She 
cocked her head as far back as she could. First I wondered what she wanted, 
then I understood that she wanted to say something so I lifted my head to 
get closer to her.
"I've never - never done this! Only with Harry. Please be careful. I don't 
want to wake Debbie. She has to sleep," was all she said before she again 
lay down on the pillow.
Her push against my ass soften a little and I was able to move in and out 
in her cunt, but only in small thrusts. Maybe a cock-head length but when 
she responded with the same amount of distance it became a very pleasant 
fuck. I even managed to get a couple of slurps out of her pussy. It really 
was wet! I wondered if I had wetted her appetite for extramarital affairs. 
Somehow I hoped not. I didn't want to hurt her husband. He hadn't done me 
anything wrong. It was the women I was after.
Suddenly her hips shook and a spasm went through her lower body and Debbie 
stirred a little. She reached over and drew her daughter closer to her at 
the same time as she pushed her ass back, urging me on. She must have had 
some perverted pleasure of being fucked by a complete stranger while she 
held her daughter in her arms because I could feel how her pussy started to 
ripple and contract in rapid successions. She was cuming. After that first 
cum she came every time I pushed my cock as deep as I could into her and it 
opened up and my head pushed against something firm and it wouldn't yield 
as the head of my cock knocked at it repeatedly. Every time I hit it her 
cunt seemed to contract even harder around my cock. The squeezing and 
sucking on my stiff shaft was to much for me. I couldn't withhold my orgasm 
any longer and I didn't want to prolong this fuck either. The sperm rose in 
my sack and shot out when I was at my deepest inside her. I felt her move 
and looked over her shoulder and saw that she was biting the blanket as 
hard as she could to stifle her lust-filled cry. Her pussy worked overtime 
squeezing the last drop out of my cock and when it finally stopped 
twitching and pumping her pussy slowly relaxed and she withdrew and turned 
around in one smooth movement.
"Are you coming back? I can sleep in here for a week. Saturday night I have 
to be back in my own bed."
I nodded my head in agreement.
"Did you make me pregnant?" she asked before I stood.
"I don't know."
"Can you make me pregnant? You are after all..."
"I don't know. See you tomorrow," I whispered, bent down and kissed her 
lips softly before I went to the window, opened it wide and climbed out. 
Before I left I looked back in and saw that she had her hand down under the 
blanket and then lift it up to her nose and sniff it! She even dipped her 
tongue in it! She had scooped up some of my cum and was seeing if it was 
real sperm, or what it was. I almost changed my mind about a second fuck at 
this sight.
I visited Debbie's room five more nights and then it was Friday and my 
adventure with this woman came to an end.
I didn't make her pregnant because as far as I could remember Debbie didn't 
get a little brother or sister.
Chapter 4
The days past and it was time for me to cash in on my stock investment but 
before that I took another trip into the future, this time only a week into 
it, found a paper, checked it and noted the shares I wanted to bye if there 
was a profit on the old ones. To my delight there was. And it hadn't 
effected the index in any way so it's probably so that the laws of 
economics is in such a shambles already that one interference more or less 
doesn't matter. I made my visit to the bank short and went to get ready for 
my old teacher Miss Nordstrom.
I knew which days she hadn't been at home so it wasn't that difficult to 
find the right day. It only took me a couple of trips to and from the Time 
Machine. I had already my rope-ladder ready and hidden in the vicinity of 
Miss Nordstrom's building so all I had to do was wait for the evening to 
get a little bit later. I would have preferred if she had turned out her 
lights a little earlier but she didn't. Time seemed to drag on and I got 
impatient. I could climb up to the balcony and look in through the door and 
admire my next victim while I waited for her to fall asleep.
It was a little bit more difficult to climb over the railing than I had 
anticipated, the rope-ladder wasn't the most stable thing I had stood on, 
but finally I stood on my teacher's balcony and peeked in. There she was, 
already in bed, reading a book. I admired the features of her face while I 
stood there. Blonde, blue eyes, rather wide face with a straight, long 
nose. Her upper lip was a little too thin but her lower promised a hot-
blooded woman who enjoyed life and what it had to offer. Her chin was firm 
and neck not that long and not that thin either. It wasn't a swans neck, 
for sure. Basicly she looked just what she was, a modern Scandinavian 
woman.
The bed was an old brass-bed with brass-bars on the foot and headboards.
As I stood there and looked at her the book dropped down on her stomach and 
her eyes closed. She had fallen asleep while she was reading and hadn't 
switched the light off. I was apparently in luck tonight!
I waited a little bit longer, making sure that she wouldn't wake up but 
instead she turned a little and the book dropped down on the floor with a 
little thump that could be heard out to were I stood but she didn't even 
flinch. Now it was time for me to enter!
Carefully not to make to much of a draft I opened the door just enough for 
me to slip inside and closed it after me. I stood still for a while to make 
sure that she hadn't noticed anything and then I took a couple of steps 
closer to the bed and looked down at her. I immediately noticed a problem I 
had overseen. She was bigger than me! I was only fifteen here and weighed 
almost only half of her weight. If she could, and wanted to, she could 
easily hold me while she called the police. To say that it would complicate 
things would be to understate the fact.
I looked around to see if I could find a solution to my problem. I saw that 
her clothes lay neatly folded on a chair on the other side of the bed. A 
pair of pants, shirt, panties, bra and a pair of socks. Not much use... 
Wait the bra. It could be used to tie her hands.
I crossed the room and went up to the chair, reached out and took the sheer 
bra in my hands and turned to measure my teacher to see if it would do. She 
was looking at me! Or rather the floating bra. Her eyes were wide as 
saucers but otherwise she was calm about the whole thing.
When I started to walk over to her the bra seem to float in the air by 
itself and her eyes got even wider. When the slip snaked around her wrist 
she looked at it in absolute wonder but didn't resist. She even let her 
hand lay were I lay it when I went around the bed and reached over and 
slowly tugged on the bra making her arm rise up above her head. I pulled 
the bra between the bars and out a couple of bars later. She had turned her 
head to follow the travel of her piece of lingerie and when she understood 
what was going to happen she stretched her arm up as if she was hypnotized 
so I could tie it up as well.
Now the legs. I looked around for something to tie them up with but didn't 
see anything that would do. I looked at Miss Nordstrom again and saw that 
her eyes were fixed on the robe that hung over the footboard. The robe! 
There had to be a waistband!
I reached for the robe with my face turned toward my teacher and her eyes 
didn't flicker as she watched even this heavier object float in the air. 
When the waistband slowly seemed to rise as a snake-charmer's snake she wet 
her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, otherwise she didn't move a 
muscle.
I tied her feet to the bars and then I slowly pulled the blanket down over 
her body. Her nightdress was an white silk dress with spaghetti-straps. 
That kind that can be as big as an army-tent and yet cling to every curve 
on the woman's body.
I couldn't resist the beauty that lay in front of me. I reached out and let 
my index-finger press lightly just above the hem of her dress. She jumped a 
little at my first touch but settled down almost at once. She watched 
intently as the silk crumbled a little as I let my finger glide up over the 
smooth cloth and the likewise smooth skin under it. When I reached the 
upper thigh I steered my finger to the outside curve of her hip instead of 
the inner one that would have lead me directly to her vagina.
I followed the hipbone up to its end and then I continued toward her navel. 
I felt a slight depression as I passed it and then her ribcage started. I 
could hardly feel the bones as my finger passed over them and then in 
between two rather high hills. She held her breath as my finger passed both 
hills without touching them and then she breathed out in a long silent 
sigh. Again she held her breath as I touched her throat. Did she smell 
danger? But when my finger just continued up over it, over her chin to her 
full lower lip where it stopped I could feel her hot breath. I caressed the 
soft lip with the tip of my finger a couple of times. Moved again, up over 
her straight nose, followed an eyebrow to the ear. Circled it and then down 
again. Down to the feminine shoulder. Followed its curve and when it ended 
I moved my finger across her chest, aiming for the nipple that lay hidden 
under the silk.
I aimed at were I suspected the nipple to be but missed it so I had to feel 
further down but found nothing there either. I found it on the upper half 
of the half-globe. Circled it and slowly it stiffened when I let my nail 
scratch it lightly and when it was fully erect I circled it again and then 
turned toward the other breast to repeat the action there.
This nipple I neither had to search for nor didn't I have to scratch it. It 
was already stiff and ready and dutifully I circled it a couple of times 
before I let go of her body totally.
Instead I stepped down a bit, put both my hands on her knees and with my 
thumbs pointing inwards I started to push her dress up as I felt her legs 
up.
Miss Nordstrom lifted her head so she could see what was happening. 
Absolutely fascinated she followed every centimeter the dress rose up over 
her leg. When I saw her fascination I let go of her, stepped up and saw the 
bewildered look in her eyes as the touch disappeared, turned and looked as 
I took the pillow, folded it double and pushed it under her head and with a 
little flicker of a smile she let her head sink down on it.
I returned to my task and started where I had ended. The dress was by now 
half-way up her thigh and continued to glide upwards. When it came to the 
critical point where I soon would be seeing her pussy she drew in her 
breath and held it while I slowly revealed her sex.
It looked beautiful. Blond hair which grew from the outside and in towards 
the middle were it formed a mohican-style hairdo. The hair stopped 
naturally halfway down the pussy-lips. There were a few stray hairs on the 
inside of her thighs and groin, but she didn't have to shave to get into a 
pair of bikini-panties and being afraid of showing any embarrassing hair. 
Her lips were thick and puffy and the slit ran in an straight line down 
between her thighs.
I had stopped my movement as soon as I had her pussy in view and silently 
admired it and when I again started to push her dress up she lifted her ass 
to accommodate me!
When her breasts came into view I again had to stop. Two absolutely round 
globes with two nipples halfway between the center and the upper side stood 
erect and wrinkled out from the pink aureoles. I wanted to bend down and 
suck them into my mouth and stay the night attached to them. Sucking them. 
Biting in the flesh that surrounded them.
"Wait. Don't rip the dress!" she whispered hoarsely. "Untie my hands, one 
at a time," she suggested.
I thought about it for a while and saw the logic in it. I untied her hands 
one at a time and got the dress off her and soon she lay naked in front of 
me. I stood for a while and just breathed in all the beauty that was laid 
out for me.
I bent down and without touching her I closed my lips around her nipple and 
sucked it into my mouth and continued to suck it with only my lips.
"Ooooh," she moaned at the abrupt suction.
Her nipple felt as if it was going to burst in my mouth it almost tasted... 
nipple. Without any warning I let it go and with a slurp it slipped out of 
my mouth.
Slowly and quietly I walked around the bed. Her eyes flicked all over the 
room. Searching. It came as a total surprise for her when I again bent down 
and sucked the other nipple into my mouth.
"Aaaaagh!" this time her moan was much louder.
I thought this was fun but I stayed and sucked her nipple without touching 
her and then a slowly let it slip out again. I stood walked down to the 
foot of the bed. Banged my hand softly against the brass on the other side 
as if I was on my way over there and had accidentally bumped into it. 
Instead I turned and when she had her head turned a little to the other 
side I bent down and sucked on her nipple at the same time as I pressed my 
teeth together over it.
"Aaiiiiaggrhooooh!" she cried out in surprise and probably pleasure. 
"Bastard!" she added when she had recovered from the surprise.
I just smiled and she could feel my lips stretch and she pressed her tit up 
against my mouth but when she got too eager I let go of the nipple and just 
stood there looking at her. Thinking about what I would do next. Navel. I 
made my tongue hard and when she became a little restless I bent down and 
stabbed my stiff tongue as hard as I could down in her navel-hole. Her 
stomach-muscles almost knotted up in cramp at the sudden sensation and 
again a cry escaped her.
I played with her for a long time. Alternating between her breasts and her 
navel and on two occasions I sucked on one of her toes. She was breathing 
hard and moaning a little frustrated when my touches didn't come fast 
enough.
My cock had been hard all the time I had played with her and I thought that 
it was time for my own pleasure now. She could feel the bed rock as I 
stepped up between her legs and she looked down not wanting to miss 
anything.
I just had to plant a kiss on that lovely pussy that by now glistened with 
her juice. As I bent down I got a whiff of her heavy smell up my nostrils 
and it almost drove me mad. I trailed my tongue along the sparsely haired 
slit and her hips jumped up so hard to meet my tongue that she almost stood 
on her heals and shoulders. I gave her only one lick, from the bottom to 
the top before I fell down over her on outstretched arms. All by itself my 
cock came in perfect position because when I let my hips sink forward it 
just sank its head into my teacher's warm, wet, tight cunt. Even if it was 
wet enough I had to use three thrusts to get my cock into her all the way.
"Oh my god!" she cried when she had her pussy filled. "Oh my god! You're 
only a boy! O-onnn-liiiiiiy..." she cried as she came in the hardest orgasm 
I had ever experienced. Apparently my old teacher was a pedophile! Or had 
such tendencies. "...a-aaaahh... boy!"
Her hips shook and her stomach heaved and she tried to press herself up so 
her tits would get some attention.
She had forgotten all about seeing what it would look like to get an 
invisible cock up her hot cunt. Her eyes were shut and she chewed on her 
full lip as moans and cries and words streamed out. Her nostrils flared and 
her pussy started to squelch as it contracted along my cock shaft in rapid 
squeezes.
I just lay there on straight arms and let her undulating hips do all the 
work. This was an incredible fuck! I didn't have to do anything. She had 
enough leverage to force her hips up and down and the muscles in her cuntal 
tunnel did what else needed to be done to give my cock the most wonderful 
massage I could dream of.
"Help me! Help me! Do something! I need it! Need it! Move! Move and fuck 
meeee!"
I felt a sadistic streak inside of me that said no, but my heart said yes 
and with an effort I managed to find a rhythm in her thrashings and 
followed her moves and she started a long, outdrawn moan that started deep 
down in her throat.
I was sweating like a pig when I after about twenty minutes started to feel 
my climax close up on me. My cock spewed time after time its hot semen into 
my teacher's wonderful cunt and when I fell down beside her, totally 
wasted, she sighed a deep, hacking sigh. I rolled down beside her and she 
turned to me and tried to see me.
"Who are you? What's your name?" she whispered.
I hesitated a little.
"Gordon," I lied.
"Gordon. Well one thing do I know."
"What?"
"You didn't cum in a flash so you are not Flash Gordon!"
The bed shook as we both laughed at her double innuendo.
"Do you stay the night?" she asked when I stood and untied her.
"Sorry, I can't."
"Will you be back?"
"Yes, of course, if you want me to."
"Yes. Wait, untie me so I can get you a key so you don't have to risk 
breaking your neck climbing the balcony, even if I like the idea of you 
climb it like Romeo!"
My teacher really surprised me. Giving a total stranger the key to her 
apartment. But if you looked at it what did she have to worry about? If I 
had meant her any harm I could have done it when I had her tied to the bed 
and all I had done was give her pleasure.
"Here you are," she handed the key aimlessly. I didn't take it but bent 
down on my knees in front of he and planted a kiss on her drooling cunt! 
She jumped a little at the unexpected kiss.
"Oh god! I love it when you do it like that! Totally unexpected!"
I laughed a little and reach for the key and said god night. She followed 
the key as it disappeared out through the balcony. This was the last time I 
had to take that rout. She even bought me some new clothes so I didn't have 
to stay in her apartment in the nude all the time, we did after all not 
spend all the time in bed. We listened to music and talked more than we 
made love. However outdrawn a love-session including foreplay was it didn't 
last more than an hour and most of the time less.
I forgot all about my other endeavors as I was totally smitten with my 
beautiful teacher, Nina, and I visited her for more than a month almost 
nightly. Then one night she told me that she was pregnant.
"You know, I cannot marry you," she said with a giggle. "The preacher wont 
see you and for all I would know you may have your fingers crossed when you 
say 'I do' and that would cause a problem, and I don't think you have the 
legal age either. No. I have to make Charles believe that it is his and 
marry him. Once I'm married there wont be much time for us to meat."
She flung her arms around me, she had become quite skillful to find me in 
my invisible state and started to cry.
"I'll miss you so terribly much," she sobbed.
I assured her that we always could find a place to meet. All it took was 
some planning.
"Oh, I almost forgot, do you mind if I name the baby Robert if it is a boy 
and Roberta if it is a girl?"
My heart almost stopped when she said this.
"Wh-why..."
"Oh, never mind me. It's a favorite pupil of mine and... Well to tell the 
truth when I have to spend a whole term, almost, here without my fiancé I 
used to fantasize about yo-him."
"You know?" I dared it all with this two words.
"No, I suspected. Now I know. Don't worry, I'll never tell anyone. Oh, I 
just wish that this could continue." Tears started to flow again.
I took her in my arms and consoled her. A plan was already starting to form 
in my head.
"I'll be back tomorrow, could you do me a favor till then?"
"Sure. Anything!"
"Could you see if you could get hold of an apartment to rent."
"Do-do you mean..."
"Yes. I don't wont to let you go. I love you."
"Oh, darling I love you too!"
Chapter 5
It intrigued me greatly that my memory could stay intact when I went back 
in time and I was curious if it would be the same if I traveled further 
into the future than the two trips I've made so far, one a week and the 
other a month into the future. I decided that I would take a few days and 
explore this venue.
I started with a year and found nothing different but when I went twenty 
years into the future I noticed that my body got a little... clumsy, not so 
flexible. I thought that I had found out the limits with time-travel. You 
could only go as far as your biological age at your destination would be. 
At least that was what I assumed and I didn't dare to test it. What if I 
was supposed to die when I was sixty-something. Would I vanish from the 
planet without any trace? One thing was certain and that was that if I was 
dead on arrival I wouldn't be able to go back to my own time.
One day I went a year into the future to see if I could find some stocks 
for a longer investment and I happened to see a young girl running away 
from some guy who chased her. She didn't scream or anything and didn't seem 
that frightened, just determined. I couldn't be sure though so I crossed 
the street just as she passed me and when the guy, boy, ran by I tripped 
him and he fell down on the pavement with a cry and stayed there. The girl 
turned as she heard the cry.
"That serves you right!" she cried to him but stayed to see that he was OK. 
"Are you all right?" she asked immediately after the first angry words and 
when she saw and heard that he was and he started to get up and take a few 
limping steps towards her, she turned on her heals and marched away.
I was intrigued by this so I decided to follow her. After admiring her 
swaying ass confined n a pair of tight pants for some time I wanted to see 
how she looked from the front so I ran past her and she looked around her 
as if she felt someone near.
I first made sure that I wouldn't bump into something and then I turned and 
walked backwards. She looked great! Shortcut hair, medium blonde. Big eyes 
with tears in them. She was crying! My heart melted at the sight of the 
tears. What could I do to console her? I remembered that I had read 
somewhere that a woman is the hottest and the most susceptible to sexual 
advances when her tears flow in sorrow or grief. I decided that it was a 
theory that was worth testing.
I dropped behind her and followed her as closely as I could without making 
her suspicious but in spite of that she turned her head a couple of times 
to check out the empty street behind her. We didn't walk more than a couple 
of blocks before she stopped reached down in her jeans-pocket and produced 
a key. Quickly I looked around a saw a box of matches that someone had 
dropped laying on the ground. I picked it up and prayed that she wouldn't 
turn around and see it floating in the air.
I followed her inside and up a flight of stairs and when she had opened her 
door I flung the box against the opposite wall were it impacted with a 
light thump. It was empty! But the sound was enough for her to walk over to 
the stairs and look down to make sure that no one was following her. This 
gave me ample time to slip inside the door and press me against the wall 
were it was most unlikely that she would bump into me.
She closed and locked the door. Went straight into her bedroom and 
undressed.
I watched as the young woman revealed more and more of her body. Once in a 
while she looked around nervously. I blamed it on the fact that she had 
been followed by this man and thought nothing of it. With one final look 
around she was naked but for her panties and she walked out of the room. I 
stayed behind thinking that she would be back soon. Instead I heard the 
shower start to run and I sneaked out to the hall and followed the sound 
until I came to the bathroom door. It was half-open and as I looked inside 
I saw her standing there with her head thrown back wetting her hair. She 
turned a little to both sides so her body would get wet all over.
I wont relate the shower rub by rub more than to say that she was very 
particular in her washing leaving no spot unwashed.
When she was finished she went back into the bedroom, still naked, and 
crept down in her bed but before that she flung her nightie on a chair and 
she even made the finger at it as it landed. I smiled at the sight. Here 
was this young girl, she must have been in her twenties but her walk, you 
know that little girl-walk teenage girls walk in, not knowing if they 
should let their ass sway, or if they should try to walk - straight, laying 
naked on her bed making the finger at a dead object as if she said 'to hell 
with you, from now on I sleep in the nude'!
She lay down and spread her legs a little. Why I don't know. She didn't 
masturbate she just lay there for a long time. It gave me ample time to 
look her over. Her breasts had sunk down a little but they still rose 
proudly over her ribcage. If it was babyfat or a little overweight I don't 
know, but you couldn't see any of the bones there. Flat stomach that seemed 
to stoop down between her thighs and her Mount of Venus didn't rise over 
the surrounding flesh. The hair that covered it was dark-blond and lay 
tightly against the flesh but thick enough to hide the underlying skin. 
Well rounded thighs ended my inspection.
"Oh, shit," she breathed after a while and then she started to caress 
herself. Pinching the nipples with the fingers on her left hand while her 
right hand strayed down to her pussy and she immediately pushed a finger 
inside it and started to frig away. There were no finesse about her action. 
Just pure lust. Lust that needed instant relief and she climaxed very 
quickly. She didn't pull the covers over her though but lay there with 
closed eyes and after a while she turned on her side with her back turned 
outward. That was when I decided that I should make my move.
I didn't take it easy on her. I suspected that she wasn't the romantic 
type, at least not today. Instead I just lay down behind her. Put my cock 
in line and pushed it in. She froze but didn't turn! She moaned though. A 
long outdrawn moan sounding almost like a wounded animal. Her ass pressed 
back at me, forcing me deeper into her. She ground her hips as good as she 
could in the awkward position in which she lay for this type of action. I 
just rested in her for a while. Getting to know her cunt, her rhythm and 
when I found it I followed her moves. Her long-drawn groan changed into 
grunting. Her movements became spasmodic and her hips jumped as she pushed 
back at me as hard as she could and her pussy contracted around my moving 
cock.
When she had had her orgasm, a very quick one, she freed herself and turned 
around in a quick move that took me totally by surprise. Before I had a 
chance to jump up of the bed she fumbled her hand down in front of me, 
found my cock, flung her leg over my hip and put my cock at the entrance of 
her cunt and with a quick push she had me inside of her again.
"Oh, it's true..." she breathed. "It's true... I didn't imagine it! You 
were here all the time!" she sobbed a little and started to fuck me 
quicker. "Me on top," she panted. "Turn over I want to be on top!" she 
growled when I didn't do what she asked fast enough.
"Oh, I could really get to like this," she moaned as she slowly rode my 
pole. "I really like this, all by myself and a cock! A dream have come 
true! Oh, yes, I'm cuming again. Can you feel it? Don't cum yet. I want to 
fuck you for a long time. A looong time."
She sat completely still with my cock deeply buried in her and once in a 
while she rocked a little back and forth and when I tried to thrust me hips 
up she got almost angry.
"You just lay there. You came in here and forced yourself upon me. But you 
picked the wrong girl for that. The wrong night. I've had it with you men. 
What's the matter with you? First my asshole of a boyfriend want's us to 
fuck without any protection. It's the most dangerous time of the month for 
that. Why wait till we're married the asshole said. What is another two 
months I asked? He wanted to feel my sweet pussy around his bare cock the 
asshole said. I'll give him for bare cock. Can you feel my sweet pussy 
around your bare cock? Shut up," she added when I started to answer her. "I 
wonder if you are a man that can manage two or three cums. I need more than 
one dose up my fiancé's sweet cunt. I'll give him for sweet cunt!"
Her stream of words were interrupted when an orgasm shook her body making 
her pussy tremble all over my inserted cock.
"I could never dream of anything like this," she continued when her orgasm 
had quieted down a little. "It's like a wet dream, only much, much better, 
this is real, this is... this is dreaming of Tommy while fucking in my 
dreams. Oh, I love it!" Again she shook in an orgasm. "It's so nice that I 
have already cumed three times, and there is more... much more. It's so 
nice to cum on a bare cock! I think I'll let Tommy persuade me tomorrow!"
I don't know how many times she came before I had to cum myself and when 
she felt my cock expand, ready to shoot she sank down completely on my 
cock, rocked her hips a couple of times. I didn't think that this would be 
any of my better orgasms. No friction. No movement.
"So, I'm ready, you may cum whenever you like," she permitted.
And I obeyed her. The orgasm I had thought only would be a mild one turned 
out to be really hot. Her pussy almost cramped around my cock when the 
first spurt of hot semen shot out and then it continued to milk my cock in 
long, strong contractions while her head hung down, hiding her face for me. 
Her pussy-muscles continued to do their work on my cock for a long, long 
time and they even continued after my cock had stopped geisher sperm inside 
her. All the while she breathed hard and ragged and moaned as if she was in 
pain.
"Yes. That was a nice load you gave me. I really want to do this more times 
and if you promise that you'll be back I'll let you go. Not that your 
promise would be any good. I don't know you and you don't know me. It's 
very unlikely that we ever would meet at a social event, so what do you 
say? Will you be back?"
"You can bet on that, and besides I'm a man that holds his word."
"Good. God I'm totally pooped and need my beauti-sleep. Goodnight-sweetie 
and thank you. By the way, my name's Irene," she mumbled and then she 
rolled off me and as soon as her head hit the pillow I heard a little 
snoring-sigh.
Here I was. I started with the intent of settle my curiosity about my ex-
girlfriend then to get my revenge on Anita and all other women I could 
think of, ending up with a harem! I found that getting revenge worked in 
mysterious ways. All I had revenged myself on had turned out to be very 
likable women and I loved them all. Well if anything should go wrong this 
was the best way it could go wrong in. I just had to get a calendar.
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