Marcus kept driving his thick cock into Elena's soaked pussy with relentless, grinding thrusts, each one bottoming out so the swollen head battered against her cervix while her walls rippled and clenched around every veined inch. Her juices coated his shaft in glistening strings that stretched and snapped with every withdrawal, the obscene wet squelch echoing off the tavern wall as he angled his hips to drag the ridge of his cockhead over that spongy spot inside her over and over. Elena's heavy tits swung and slapped together beneath her, nipples raw from scraping the stone, while her asshole—still gaping and twitching from his earlier pounding—flexed visibly above the stretched rim of her cunt. "Fuck yes, squeeze that greedy cunt around me," he snarled low, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he slammed harder, balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit with every impact, the force making her squeal and push back to take him even deeper.

He felt her orgasm crest again, her pussy spasming in rhythmic pulses that milked him like a fist, hot squirts of her nectar spraying around his buried shaft and soaking his balls until they dripped. Marcus didn't slow, fucking her straight through it with short, brutal jabs that kept her impaled and quivering, his own release building in heavy throbs along his length. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the root and unloaded, jets of thick, ropey cum pulsing straight into her womb in powerful spurts that flooded her depths until the excess churned out around his cock in creamy white rivulets, coating her inner thighs and his shaft in a messy glaze. He ground against her ass, stirring the load inside her as more cum bubbled from her stretched hole, the sensation of her cunt overflowing sending fresh twitches through his spent dick still lodged deep.

Panting, Marcus finally eased his cock free with a wet pop, watching the flood of his seed pour from her gaping pussy in thick globs that splattered onto the cobblestones between her spread feet. Elena sagged against the wall, legs trembling, her exposed asshole and cum-drenched cunt both winking openly in the moonlight, the musky scent of their fucking heavy in the air. He tucked himself away and slipped deeper into the shadows behind a stack of barrels, heart still racing from the intensity, just as the back door creaked open again.

From his hidden vantage Marcus watched in stunned silence as a man who could only be his great-great-great-great-great grandfather—same sharp jawline, same broad shoulders, though dressed in period breeches and a threadbare coat—approached Elena with a determined stride. The older man dropped to one knee right there in the alley, uncaring of the fresh puddle of cum still leaking down her thighs, and took her hand in his. "Elena Voss, I've long admired yer spirit and yer fire," he declared, voice steady and earnest. "Marry me, lass. Be my wife and share my life here in the village."

Elena, still flushed and disheveled with her bodice askew and skirts bunched at her waist, stared down at him for a long moment, her breath coming in shallow gasps. A slow, submissive smile curved her lips even as Marcus's fresh load continued to trickle from her well-fucked cunt. "Aye," she whispered, voice hoarse from moaning, "I'll marry ye." The ancestor rose, pulling her into a gentle embrace that pressed her cum-slicked body against him, while Marcus remained frozen in the dark, the sight twisting something deep in his chest even as his cock gave a traitorous twitch at the knowledge of what he'd just filled her with.

Marcus slipped away into the deeper shadows as the ancestor led Elena back inside the tavern, her skirts still damp with his cum trailing down her thighs, the sight stirring a jealous fire in his gut that only fueled his lust for more conquests across time. He retrieved the time machine from behind the barrels and made a quick adjustment to the coordinates, stepping through a brief flicker to emerge moments later in a secluded glade just outside the village, where the moonlit path led to a modest cottage. There, standing by a wooden fence gathering herbs by lantern light, was another woman—Gloria, a 19-year-old milkmaid with sun-kissed skin, full rounded breasts straining against her simple shift, wide fertile hips, and an innocent yet curious gaze that promised the same eager submission. Her long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders as she turned at his approach, her lips parting in surprise that quickly turned to heated invitation when Marcus pulled her close without a word, his hands immediately cupping and squeezing those heavy tits through the thin fabric until her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.

He wasted no time hiking up her shift to bare her smooth, pale thighs and the soft mound of her virgin pussy, fingers parting the slick folds already glistening with arousal as he rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles, feeling her juices coat his digits while she moaned softly and reached for his throbbing cock. Freeing it from his pants once more, Marcus guided her hand to stroke the thick veined shaft, smearing precum along the length as she dropped to her knees in the grass, her warm mouth engulfing the swollen head with wet suction, tongue swirling around the crown before taking him deeper until her throat convulsed around the girth. The wet gluck-gluck sounds filled the night air as she bobbed eagerly, saliva drooling from her chin onto her exposed tits, her free hand between her legs fingering her own dripping cunt in desperate need. Marcus groaned, thrusting shallowly into her mouth, balls tightening as her lips stretched wide around him, the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat with each plunge.

Pulling her up, he bent Gloria over the fence, spreading her ass cheeks to expose the tight pucker of her asshole and the pink, dripping slit of her pussy below, then pressed his cockhead against her entrance, pushing in with slow, relentless force until her tight walls stretched and gripped every inch of his length, her virgin cunt clenching hotly around him as he bottomed out balls-deep. He started with deep, grinding thrusts that made her tits sway and slap against the wood, the wet squelch of her soaked pussy loud with each withdrawal and slam, her juices coating his shaft in shiny strings while he reached around to pinch her clit and finger her ass simultaneously. "Take every inch, you fertile little slut," he growled, speeding up to a pounding rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass as her body jolted forward, her moans turning to cries of ecstasy, the rhythmic clenching of her cunt signaling her building orgasm. He varied the angle, angling upward to batter her cervix with each thrust, feeling her inner walls ripple and milk him as she came hard, her pussy squirting around his buried cock in hot gushes that soaked his balls and thighs.

Marcus didn't stop, fucking her through the spasms with brutal, steady strokes that stretched her further, the obscene slap of skin on skin mixing with her whimpers and the squishing sounds of her cum-slicked cunt accepting him over and over. He leaned in, biting at her neck as he felt his own release surge, balls drawing up tight before he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum pulsing deep into her womb in powerful jets that flooded her depths and overflowed around his shaft in creamy rivulets, ensuring his seed took root to make her carry his child. He ground against her ass, stirring the load inside her spasming pussy as more cum bubbled out to drip down her legs, her body trembling in the aftermath while he held her impaled, savoring the tight grip and the knowledge of impregnation across time.

He remained buried to the hilt inside Gloria's overflowing cunt, the tight walls still fluttering and milking the last drops from his spent shaft as thick rivulets of his seed continued leaking out around the base to streak down her quivering thighs. The night air clung heavy with the scent of their mingled sweat and sex, her soft moans fading into breathless pants while his hands gripped her hips possessively, keeping her pinned over the fence with her ass spread wide and her puckered asshole twitching visibly above the stretched, cum-slicked gape of her pussy. Just as he began to ease back for another slow grind, the sound of approaching footsteps on the dirt path made his pulse spike—Gloria's grandfather and grandmother, an elderly couple in simple woolens, strolled into view from the village lane, their lantern casting flickering light that danced perilously close to the fence.

Marcus froze for a heartbeat, then pressed a hand over Gloria's mouth to stifle any sound as he started thrusting again in deep, deliberate strokes that stirred the frothy load already inside her, his cock swelling back to full hardness within the hot, squelching mess of her cunt. "Quiet now, slut—take another load while they pass," he hissed into her ear, hips rolling with controlled power so each plunge forced wet, obscene squishes of cum to bubble out and splatter the ground, his balls slapping against her clit in rhythmic, sticky impacts that made her body jolt forward. Her muffled whimpers vibrated against his palm as he fingered her exposed asshole with two thick digits, stretching the ring while his shaft pounded her pussy at a steady angle that dragged over her sensitive spots, her juices and his previous cum mixing into a creamy froth that coated his length and dripped in long strings.

The grandparents drew nearer, their voices low in casual conversation about the harvest, the glow of their lantern illuminating the edges of the glade but not quite reaching the shadowed fence where Marcus fucked her harder now, his pace quickening to a relentless piston that made Gloria's tits mash against the wood and her thighs shake. He felt his second orgasm building fast, balls tightening as he slammed in balls-deep and held, grinding his pubic bone against her ass while his fingers twisted inside her asshole to heighten the pressure, her cunt clenching vise-tight around him in helpless spasms. "Fuck, here it comes—gonna flood this fertile hole again," he growled under his breath, voice thick with lust, and erupted in powerful jets that joined the existing flood, ropes of hot cum pulsing straight against her cervix until her belly felt fuller, the excess forcing out in messy spurts around his throbbing dick to run down her legs in white, viscous trails.

The elderly pair paused just twenty paces away, the grandfather adjusting his coat while the grandmother pointed toward a distant cottage, their lantern light almost brushing the fence as Marcus kept Gloria impaled and still, his cock twitching through the aftershocks inside her spasming, cum-packed pussy. Every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh squelches echoing softly, her body trembling against his as he fought the urge to keep pounding through the second load, her muffled gasps hot against his fingers. With the couple finally moving on down the path, their footsteps fading into the night, Marcus eased his spent shaft free with a wet, sucking pop that released a gush of mixed cum and her juices to puddle between her feet, her gaping cunt and asshole both winking openly in the moonlight.

He tucked his glistening cock away quickly, giving Gloria's ass one last rough squeeze and whispering filthy promises of return before slipping silently into the tree line shadows, the time machine's faint hum guiding him away unseen just as the grandparents' lantern appeared around the bend.

He remained buried to the hilt inside Gloria's overflowing cunt, the tight walls still fluttering and milking the last drops from his spent shaft as thick rivulets of his seed continued leaking out around the base to streak down her quivering thighs. The night air clung heavy with the scent of their mingled sweat and sex, her soft moans fading into breathless pants while his hands gripped her hips possessively, keeping her pinned over the fence with her ass spread wide and her puckered asshole twitching visibly above the stretched, cum-slicked gape of her pussy. Just as he began to ease back for another slow grind, the sound of approaching footsteps on the dirt path made his pulse spike—Gloria's grandfather and grandmother, an elderly couple in simple woolens, strolled into view from the village lane, their lantern casting flickering light that danced perilously close to the fence.

Marcus froze for a heartbeat, then pressed a hand over Gloria's mouth to stifle any sound as he started thrusting again in deep, deliberate strokes that stirred the frothy load already inside her, his cock swelling back to full hardness within the hot, squelching mess of her cunt. "Quiet now, slut—take another load while they pass," he hissed into her ear, hips rolling with controlled power so each plunge forced wet, obscene squishes of cum to bubble out and splatter the ground, his balls slapping against her clit in rhythmic, sticky impacts that made her body jolt forward. Her muffled whimpers vibrated against his palm as he fingered her exposed asshole with two thick digits, stretching the ring while his shaft pounded her pussy at a steady angle that dragged over her sensitive spots, her juices and his previous cum mixing into a creamy froth that coated his length and dripped in long strings.

The grandparents drew nearer, their voices low in casual conversation about the harvest, the glow of their lantern illuminating the edges of the glade but not quite reaching the shadowed fence where Marcus fucked her harder now, his pace quickening to a relentless piston that made Gloria's tits mash against the wood and her thighs shake. He felt his second orgasm building fast, balls tightening as he slammed in balls-deep and held, grinding his pubic bone against her ass while his fingers twisted inside her asshole to heighten the pressure, her cunt clenching vise-tight around him in helpless spasms. "Fuck, here it comes—gonna flood this fertile hole again," he growled under his breath, voice thick with lust, and erupted in powerful jets that joined the existing flood, ropes of hot cum pulsing straight against her cervix until her belly felt fuller, the excess forcing out in messy spurts around his throbbing dick to run down her legs in white, viscous trails.

The elderly pair paused just twenty paces away, the grandfather adjusting his coat while the grandmother pointed toward a distant cottage, their lantern light almost brushing the fence as Marcus kept Gloria impaled and still, his cock twitching through the aftershocks inside her spasming, cum-packed pussy. Every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh squelches echoing softly, her body trembling against his as he fought the urge to keep pounding through the second load, her muffled gasps hot against his fingers. With the couple finally moving on down the path, their footsteps fading into the night, Marcus eased his spent shaft free with a wet, sucking pop that released a gush of mixed cum and her juices to puddle between her feet, her gaping cunt and asshole both winking openly in the moonlight.

He tucked his glistening cock away quickly, giving Gloria's ass one last rough squeeze and whispering filthy promises of return before slipping silently into the treeline shadows, the time machine's faint hum guiding him away unseen just as the grandparents' lantern disappeared around the bend.

Marcus returned moments later through the flickering temporal shift, the machine materializing just behind the fence where Gloria still leaned, her cum-slicked thighs trembling and her gaping pussy dripping thick ropes of his seed onto the grass. He grabbed her wrist without a word, pulling her upright and guiding her stumbling form into the chamber, her shift barely covering her exposed ass and dripping cunt as the door hissed shut. The hum enveloped them both, and with a quick dial adjustment he jumped them forward decades into a bustling 19th-century manor house, where they encountered a buxom 18-year-old maid named Clara bent over a dining table polishing silver. Marcus bent Clara over right there, spreading her plump ass cheeks to ram his already hardening cock into her tight virgin pussy with wet, squelching thrusts while Gloria dropped to her knees and licked at his balls, then tongue-fucked Clara's puckered asshole, the two women moaning in unison as juices and spit mixed.

He pulled out of Clara's spasming cunt after pounding her cervix raw, thick veins dragging along her fluttering walls until she squirted a gush of girl-cum across the floor, then spun Gloria around to bend her over the same table and plunge into her overflowing pussy from behind, his cock churning the previous loads into a frothy mess that leaked down both their legs. Gloria's hand snaked between Clara's thighs to finger the maid's stretched hole while Marcus reached around to pinch Gloria's clit, the wet sounds of three bodies slapping together filling the room as he fucked Gloria harder, balls slapping her swollen nub with every brutal thrust. They switched again, Marcus sinking his throbbing dick into Clara's ass this time, stretching her tight ring wide as Gloria sucked his balls and licked where his shaft disappeared into the maid's clenching backdoor, until he unloaded deep in Clara's bowels, pumping rope after rope of hot cum that overflowed and dripped onto Gloria's tongue below.

Another temporal flicker carried them to a moonlit stable in yet another era, where a strapping 20-year-old stable hand named Thomas was stroking his own thick cock in the hay. Gloria eagerly dropped and swallowed him to the root, her throat bulging around the girth with obscene gluck-gluck noises while Marcus mounted her from behind and speared her cum-packed pussy once more, fucking her in long, grinding strokes that made her tits sway and slap against Thomas's thighs. Thomas groaned and came down her throat in heavy spurts she greedily swallowed, then Marcus yanked Gloria up to ride the stable hand's recovering dick reverse-cowgirl style, impaling her cunt on it while Marcus pushed into her already stretched asshole, double-penetrating her in a rhythmic, pounding sync that had her screaming and squirting around both shafts. Their combined thrusts stretched her holes obscenely, the wet slap of flesh and her desperate moans echoing until Marcus and Thomas both erupted inside her, flooding her pussy and ass with fresh loads that mixed and bubbled out around their pistoning cocks.

They tumbled back into the time machine after, bodies slick with sweat and cum, and returned to the original glade where Marcus shoved Gloria against the fence once more. He dropped to eat her overflowing holes, tongue lapping the mingled seed from her gaping cunt and asshole before rising to slam his cock back into her pussy with renewed force, fucking her in slow, deep strokes that let him feel every twitch and clench around his veined length. Gloria reached back to spread her cheeks, begging for his thumb in her ass while she milked him, her walls rippling as another orgasm built. He varied the angle to grind against her g-spot, the obscene squelch of his shaft stirring the loads inside her growing louder with each thrust, her juices and cum coating them both in sticky strings until he filled her again, holding deep as his balls emptied in powerful pulses that made her belly swell slightly from the volume.

Marcus stayed buried inside her, grinding lazily through the aftershocks while Gloria trembled and pushed back for more, her body still hungry after the shared encounters. He pulled out only to flip her and sink into her ass next, the tight ring yielding with a wet pop as he began another long, relentless session of fucking, dirty talk pouring out about how her holes belonged to him across time.

Marcus kept his cock buried deep in Gloria's ass, the tight ring clenching and fluttering around his thick girth as he began a slow, deliberate rhythm of thrusts that forced inch after inch of his veined shaft to stretch her back passage wide. The wet pop of her sphincter yielding gave way to the obscene squelch of his cock plowing through the cum-slicked channel, his earlier loads from her pussy now mixing with fresh spit as he spat on the junction and worked it deeper with every roll of his hips. Gloria moaned into the fence, her fingers clawing at the wood while she pushed back to meet each plunge, her gaping cunt below still leaking thick ropes of his seed that swung in sticky strings with every impact of his balls against her swollen pussy lips. "This ass is mine across every timeline," he growled filthily, one hand reaching around to stuff three fingers into her dripping cunt, pumping them in time with his anal thrusts so the combined sensations made her thighs quake and her juices gush over his knuckles. He varied the angle, tilting upward to grind the swollen head of his dick against her inner walls until she sobbed with overstimulation, her asshole gripping him like a vise while his balls slapped wetly against her cum-drenched folds.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he built the pace, hips snapping forward with increasing force until the rhythmic slap of skin echoed through the glade, her puckered hole reddening and gaping wider around his pistoning length with each brutal withdrawal and slam. Gloria's heavy tits mashed against the fence with every jolt, nipples scraping raw as she reached back to spread her cheeks wider, begging in broken gasps for him to ruin her completely. Marcus obliged, leaning his weight into her as he drove balls-deep and held, grinding his pubic bone against her stretched rim while his fingers curled inside her pussy to stroke that spongy spot that made her squirt another hot gush around his hand. The musky scent of their fucking thickened the air, her body trembling and clenching as another orgasm ripped through her, her asshole milking his shaft in rippling waves that threatened to pull his own release free.

He didn't come yet, instead easing back to flip her onto her back atop the soft grass, spreading her legs wide so he could watch her cum-slicked holes wink up at him in the moonlight. Sinking back into her ass with one smooth thrust, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and pounded downward in a relentless angle that let him bottom out fully, the head of his cock battering deep while her pussy gaped above and dripped steadily onto his thrusting shaft. Gloria's moans turned to screams as he reached down to thumb her clit, circling the swollen nub in tight strokes that sent fresh squirts arcing from her cunt with every slam into her bowels. "Gonna fill this tight hole next," he rasped, dirty talk spilling out in time with the wet, squishing sounds of his cock rearranging her ass, her body arching and bucking beneath him as the pressure built again in his balls.

The thrusts grew harder, more frantic, his hips a blur as he fucked her ass with everything he had, the tight ring sucking and pulling at his length until his vision blurred with the intensity. Gloria clawed at his back, her cunt clenching emptily as she came again around his fingers, her juices and his previous cum mixing into a frothy mess that coated them both. With a final guttural groan Marcus slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as thick jets of hot cum erupted straight into her ass, flooding her bowels in heavy ropes that overflowed around his buried shaft and bubbled out to streak down her crack. He ground deep through the spurts, stirring the load inside her while she whimpered and milked him dry, her body quivering in the aftermath as he held her pinned and overflowing.

Panting, he stayed lodged inside her stretched asshole as the last drops leaked free, the warm wetness of his seed seeping around the base of his cock and soaking into the grass beneath her. Gloria's eyes fluttered half-closed in sated bliss, her hands roaming his chest as she whispered hoarse pleas for more across the timelines, her submissive hunger matching his own endless drive. Marcus finally eased free with a wet slurp, watching her gaping ass wink and drool cum while her pussy continued its slow trickle, the sight reigniting the fire in his gut for the next jump. He hauled her upright on shaky legs and guided her back toward the waiting time machine, already plotting the next forbidden encounter where he'd claim even more holes in eras yet to come.

Marcus hauled Gloria into the time machine's chamber, the door hissing shut as he punched in coordinates for his own future timeline, the hum building to a familiar roar that warped them forward decades. They materialized in a sleek, neon-lit apartment overlooking a sprawling cityscape in 2045, the air cool and scented with ozone and faint cologne. The first figure Marcus spotted was a lithe 18-year-old named Kyle, just turned legal that week, standing shirtless by the window with smooth skin and a tight ass framed by low-slung jeans. Marcus wasted no time yanking the boy close, spinning him to bend over the couch and ripping down his pants to expose a pink, puckered hole that twitched under the sudden exposure. He spat thickly onto his already hardening cock, rubbing the slick head against the tight ring before pushing forward in one relentless thrust, the virgin sphincter stretching obscenely wide around his veined girth as inch after inch sank deep into the hot, clenching channel.

Kyle gasped and moaned, his body jolting forward with each inch Marcus buried until his balls pressed flush against the boy's smooth taint, the tight walls gripping like a fist as pre-cum leaked steadily from the swollen tip to ease the raw invasion. Marcus set a slow, grinding rhythm at first, pulling back until the flared head caught on the stretched rim before slamming home again, the wet squelch of penetration filling the room alongside Kyle's broken whimpers. He reached around to stroke the boy's stiffening dick, thumbing the leaking slit while his hips pistoned harder, balls slapping rhythmically as he fucked deeper, angling to rake over the prostate with every brutal plunge until Kyle's cock throbbed and spurted thin ropes of cum across the cushions. Marcus didn't stop, pounding raw and deep through the orgasm, the boy's asshole fluttering and sucking greedily around the thick shaft as sweat slicked their joined bodies.

A second figure emerged from the bedroom—Kyle's boyfriend, Liam, another fresh-faced 18-year-old with a firm ass and wide eyes that darkened with lust at the sight. Marcus pulled free from Kyle's gaping, cum-smeared hole with a wet pop and hauled Liam down onto all fours beside him, spreading the second boy's cheeks to press his slick cockhead against the untouched pucker. He drove in raw and deep with the same merciless force, the sphincter yielding in a single long thrust that forced the full length into the velvet heat, balls resting heavy against Liam's perineum as the boy cried out in mixed pain and ecstasy. Marcus fucked him just as relentlessly, long strokes that dragged every ridge along the spasming walls, one hand fisting Liam's hair while the other reached to finger Kyle's dripping ass in tandem, the two boys moaning in unison as Marcus alternated between their holes, stretching and filling them until his load surged forth again, pulsing thick jets deep into Liam's bowels before he yanked out to splatter the rest across both their upturned asses.

Gloria, meanwhile, slipped from the machine into an adjacent hallway where she encountered a 70-year-old woman named Beatrice, elegant and silver-haired with a still-curvy body beneath her silk robe. The older woman gasped at the sight of the disheveled, cum-streaked girl but melted quickly into eager embrace when Gloria pressed close, kissing her deeply while hands roamed to cup heavy breasts and slip between thighs to find a slick, experienced cunt. They tumbled onto the bed together, Gloria's fingers parting Beatrice's folds to thrust knuckle-deep, the older woman's juices coating her wrist in sticky strings as tongues tangled and moans filled the night. Gloria mounted the woman's face, grinding her dripping pussy against Beatrice's eager mouth while she leaned down to lap at the wrinkled yet responsive folds, the two women lost in a slow, grinding sixty-nine that stretched through hours of wet slurps, squirting orgasms, and mutual fingering until dawn broke and they continued into the next day, bodies slick and spent yet hungry for more as fingers and tongues explored every fold and crevice without pause.

Back in the apartment, Marcus hauled both boys onto the bed for another round, sinking his cock into Kyle's ass once more while Liam knelt to suck the dripping shaft whenever it withdrew, the combined wetness of spit and cum making the thrusts even filthier and deeper as the afternoon light shifted. Gloria returned hours later, her face and thighs glistening from Beatrice's repeated climaxes, and joined the tangle, her tongue laving Marcus's balls as he flooded Kyle's hole again, the boys and women collapsing into a heap of tangled limbs and overflowing holes while the time machine hummed softly in the corner, ready for the next jump.

Marcus eased his still-twitching cock from Kyle's cum-slicked asshole with a wet, sucking sound, thick strands of his seed stretching and snapping between the flared head and the boy's gaping, fluttering rim as it winked shut only to drool more of the load down his smooth taint. Gloria's tongue worked busily beneath him, lapping at the overflowing mess from both boys' holes while she ground her own dripping cunt against Liam's face, the stable hand's earlier cum and Marcus's fresh loads mixing into a frothy mess that she smeared across her lips and chin. The 18-year-old Kyle whimpered and pushed his ass back, begging for more as Marcus spat on his own shaft and pressed the head back against the loosened pucker, sinking in with a single slow, deliberate thrust that forced the cum inside to squelch out around his girth in creamy bubbles. He set a grinding rhythm, hips rolling deep to stir the mess while his balls slapped wetly against the boy's perineum, one hand reaching to fist Liam's hair and guide the other youth's mouth to suckle Marcus's cum-covered balls with sloppy, hungry sounds.

The time machine hummed louder in the corner, its temporal field already building as Marcus hauled Gloria up by the hips and bent her over Kyle's back, spearing her overflowing pussy in one fluid stroke that churned the previous loads into a hot, squelching froth. Her heavy tits swung beneath her, nipples dragging across Kyle's sweat-slick skin while Liam crawled around to lick at the junction of cock and cunt, his tongue lapping Marcus's shaft and Gloria's swollen clit in wet, eager strokes. Marcus pounded harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing through the neon-lit room as he reached down to thumb her asshole, pressing two fingers inside the tight ring to double the stretch and feel his own cum pulsing around them. Gloria screamed into the cushions, her cunt spasming and squirting fresh gushes of girl-cum around Marcus's pistoning dick, the excess spraying across Liam's face as he moaned and swallowed what he could.

Sweat dripped from Marcus's brow onto Gloria's arched back as he varied his angle, dragging the thick ridge of his cockhead over her g-spot with every brutal withdrawal and slam, her inner walls rippling and milking him greedily. He pulled free only to sink into her ass next, the cum-smeared pucker yielding with a obscene pop as he buried himself balls-deep in the hot, clenching channel, his earlier load from the glade still trickling out to lubricate the relentless pounding. Gloria's fingers clawed at Kyle's hips while she rode the boy's recovering cock in reverse, impaling her dripping cunt on the 18-year-old's shaft as Marcus fucked her ass from above, the dual penetration forcing wet, rhythmic squelches from both holes. The boys groaned in unison beneath them, their own cocks throbbing inside her as Marcus reached around to stroke Liam's length in time with his thrusts, dirty words spilling out about filling every timeline hole until they all overflowed.

The machine's light flared suddenly, yanking them forward through another temporal shift without warning, the apartment dissolving into a swirling vortex that deposited them in a candlelit 17th-century bedchamber where a curvaceous 18-year-old noblewoman named Isabelle gasped at their sudden arrival, her silk nightdress slipping from one shoulder to bare a heavy, pale tit. Marcus wasted no time, dragging Isabelle to the bed and yanking her legs apart to bury his face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her virgin cunt while Gloria straddled the noblewoman's face and ground her cum-drenched pussy against Isabelle's willing mouth. The wet sounds of licking and sucking filled the room as Marcus rose to slam his cock into Gloria's ass from behind, fucking her in long, deep strokes that let Isabelle's tongue lap at his balls and the stretched rim with every withdrawal. Isabelle moaned into Gloria's folds, her own fingers plunging into her slick cunt as Marcus switched to pound her tight pussy next, stretching the noblewoman wide around his girth while Gloria sucked and fingered Isabelle's asshole in tandem.

Marcus kept the pace slow and grinding, savoring the way Isabelle's virgin walls fluttered and clenched around every veined inch, her juices coating his shaft in glistening strings as he bottomed out repeatedly against her cervix. He pulled out to let Gloria lick the noblewoman clean before thrusting back in, his balls slapping wetly against Isabelle's ass while the two women kissed messily above him, tongues swapping the taste of cum and pussy. The thrusts built in force, the bed creaking under the weight of their bodies as Marcus felt his release surge again, flooding Isabelle's cunt with thick ropes of hot seed that overflowed immediately and dripped down to her asshole where Gloria's tongue caught every drop. He stayed buried deep, grinding through the pulses while Gloria mounted Isabelle's face once more, the noblewoman's moans vibrating against her clit as Marcus eased out and pressed into the 18-year-old's tight ass, beginning another long session of relentless anal pounding that mixed his fresh load with spit and prior cum.

The time machine hummed insistently from the corner of the chamber, its glow casting shifting shadows across the tangled limbs as Marcus flipped Gloria onto her back and sank into her ass again, hooking her knees over his shoulders to drive downward with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Isabelle crawled between Gloria's spread thighs to lap at her dripping cunt, sucking Marcus's balls whenever they swung close while her fingers worked her own cum-packed pussy. The wet squelch of penetration and the women's desperate moans filled the air, bodies slick with sweat and multiple loads as Marcus varied his angle to grind against Gloria's prostate-sensitive spots through her ass, her squirting orgasms soaking Isabelle's face in hot gushes. He held deep on the final thrust, pumping yet another heavy load into Gloria's bowels until it bubbled out around his shaft, the three of them collapsing into the sheets once more, the machine already preparing the next forbidden jump while their hands and mouths roamed hungrily over every overflowing hole.

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