The next morning was pleasant enough; the only one feeling remotely awkward was Jake, and he’d become quite adept at hiding that particular emotion. The others at the breakfast table - Tony, Lauren, and Lauren’s hangover - betrayed no sense that anything had gone wrong the night before. Nor should they, since nothing had.
Jake met up with Carol and Petra around lunchtime. The two had clearly bonded, and there was much giggling and sharing of pointed looks between them, but they refused to talk about what they’d been doing while he’d gone through his moral crises the day before. It was just as well, since he didn’t particularly feel like sharing either.
There was a lot to do, regardless. Jake unfortunately had to put his plans to make love to Petra on hold; as open as she seemed about sexuality, it still seemed weird to have sex with his girlfriend-daughter in front of their time-travelling future-daughter. And he knew from experience that he couldn’t freeze Carol; she had been practicing "timebending" for years, and he had no idea how her defenses worked.
The three of them walked into the office of a divorce lawyer in the early afternoon. He didn’t ask a lot of questions about the origin of the evidence against Sarah, and seemed convinced the case would be fairly open-and-shut should she decide to fight it. It was going to take most of the week to draw up the papers, he said, but he could draw up a notice of separation and intent for them right away.
Jake paid the retainer in cash and discussed with his new lawyer what his plan was for making a clean break.
Sarah swatted Jerome’s hand away from the back of her head, glaring a warning up at him while she slid another inch of his cock into her mouth. She was not about to let him take control of her, not while she was down on her knees with her skirt hiked up like a whore.
His friend laughed. "Yo she got spirit, cuz," he said, slapping Jerome’s arm. "She gon’ be fun ta- ow!"
Sarah grinned up at the other man, Trayvon, as she dragged her nails down the length of his cock. She’d been stroking it a moment before, but he needed to remember who was in charge here.
"Shit baby, I’m sorry," Tray said, wincing. "Ease up a little."
Jerome laughed at his friend, then moaned low, reaching for Sarah again. This time, he caressed her cheek instead of trying to get his hand behind her head. He was a fast learner. "She’s special," he said, looking down into her eyes. "You don’t wanna treat this woman like some hood rat, trust me."
Sarah’s heart skipped once at his words, and she rewarded him by pulling back and sliding down again, pushing the head of his dick to the back of her throat while she went back to stroking Tray’s shaft.
She could hardly believe what she was doing right now. The last time she’d been with Jerome, in the aftermath, he’d joked about almost not being enough man to please her the way she deserved. Sarah had in turn laughed and, before she thought about what she was saying, suggested that perhaps he should find someone else to pick up the slack. She hadn’t really meant it, but when Jerome had showed up for coffee with his friend Trayvon, she’d decided for some reason to seize the day, and now here she was: on her knees in Jerome’s apartment, still wearing her skirt and blouse - the jacket and shoes were somewhere nearer to the door - with two big black cocks in her hands, one of which was half in her face.
Trayvon was a little more "street" in appearance than Jerome; his head was shaved, he wore a white tank instead of the more professional-looking clothes that Jerome favored, and he was a lot more muscular. Still, he’d had a sort of "court jester" charm at the coffee house, and she’d decided to give him a try.
Sliding back and leaning over, Sarah took Tray’s dick into her mouth, looking up at him sternly while he slid down her tongue. Her fingers wrapped a little tighter around Jerome, smearing her spit down his skin, and she couldn’t help but giggle as this time both men moaned in unison. Tray’s hand kept twitching toward her, so she gave the poor guy a break and grabbed his wrist, bringing his palm to her chest. Taking that as permission, he cupped and squeezed her breasts with both hands, giving an appreciative groan despite the numbing barrier of both shirt and bra between them.
Sarah used her free hand to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. She got a little self-satisfied thrill when Trayvon gasped exactly on cue at the sight of her tits in the lacy black bra she’d worn for the occasion. She leaned back to stroke them both and smiled sweetly up at them. "Like what you see?" she asked.
"Ooh yeah babe," Trayvon replied eagerly. "You got it goin’ on down there."
Sarah stood, letting go of the men and walking over toward Jerome’s sofa. She could feel their eyes on her, and she made sure to add some swing to her hips as she slowly slid her blouse back and off, dropping it on the floor. She turned around and sat down, throwing one leg over the arm of the couch to expose her matching panties above the end of her dark stockings, and crooked a finger at him. "Come show me how much you like it," she said.
The men looked at each other once before starting toward her. They wanted to run, to tube casting couch jump at her, but they couldn’t; they knew she was in charge here, and that pleased her. These two big, powerful men were her playthings, controlled by the promise of letting them inside her. And she would follow through on that promise, yes… when she was good and ready to.
Sarah reached up and grabbed a handful of Trayvon’s shirt, pulling him to his knees. His meaty cock, hanging out of the front of his jeans, slapped the couch on its way past her, but she paid it no mind. He knew exactly what she wanted, and she had no trouble getting his head - and more importantly, his tongue - down between her legs where it belonged.
It would have felt better if she’d taken off her panties first, but she didn’t want to give the man everything at once. She suppressed a moan and ran her hand along his scalp as he started licking and sucking her through the sheer fabric, reaching for Jerome and pulling him over to stand next to her. She pulled his pants and shorts down and took him once more in her mouth, stroking his shaft while her tongue rolled around him in the way she knew would drive him wild.
Sarah closed her legs, finally letting Trayvon slide her panties down and off, then opened them again and rested them on his shoulders. She was wearing nothing but stockings and a skirt, with the latter pushed up around her waist, but she felt like she was in armor compared to the two men who were doing exactly what she wished. Were all black men this easy to control? Or was it just these two in particular? Perhaps it was worth finding out, she thought as Tray resumed licking and sucking at her sex.
She moaned around the thick dick in her mouth, letting her head slide further up and down on it. Jerome took a turn now at playing with her breasts, keeping the large globes from bouncing while she sucked on him, as Jerome snuck two fingers up inside her pussy. His hands were huge, and it felt like a small cock was pushing its way into her, setting off more moaning. She actually came a little when he started sucking her clit at the same time, but managed to keep it from being too obvious how much she was getting off on his touch.
Jerome groaned and Sarah tasted his pre on her tongue, so she pulled back and stroked him faster with her fingers, looking up at him. "You ready to put this thing in me, stud?" she asked.
"Fuck yes I am, babe," he replied. "You got no idea, it hurts."
She grinned, cocking her head toward the couch. "Have a seat," she said, pushing back Trayvon’s shoulders. She shivered as he resisted a little, sucking her pussy until the skin pulled and released from his lips.
Jerome sat as Sarah stood, moving over in front of him and arching her back. His hands - hot, heavy, and almost as big as Trayvon’s - slid down her bare back as she slipped off the skirt, then gripped her ass greedily.
Reaching down between her legs, Sarah gripped Jerome’s cock and stroked it, pointing it up at herself. She looked Trayvon in the eyes as she let Jerome pull her hips down, slowly, first pressing the head of his tool against her entrance and then finally slipping inside. It was a tight fit as always, and she squeezed to make it more so, smiling at the groan he let out.
Tray stepped closer, and Sarah finally let him put his dick in her mouth, sliding her lips down around the head and rolling her tongue across the tip. She moaned, mouth vibrating around him, as inch by inch Jerome slid up into her tight passage. "Ohhh fuck," Tray said, hands twitching at his sides. "Momma he wasn’t kiddin’, you are so fine…"
"Shut up, Tray," Jerome told him, sliding his hands up to grope Sarah’s breasts as her ass finally settled on his lap. "Just enjoy- mmh- it."
Sarah smirked, as much as one can smirk around a large penis. Larger than Jerome by a little, she thought, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She began slowly bobbing her head down and up, sliding her lips along that wide shaft and using her fingers to stroke the rest, getting him wet to the base. At the same time, she slid her hips back and forth on Jerome’s lap, clenching and releasing as he slid back and forth inside of her.
She tortured both her lovers with the slow, controlled pace for as long as she could, but soon her body demanded more. She started lifting and dropping her hips, thrusting Jerome’s cock into herself harder, moving faster and deeper on Tray’s shaft at the same time. Jerome responded, thrusting his hips up to meet her. Trayvon almost did the same thing, judging by the twitching in his thighs, but luckily was able to hold back.
Suddenly, Jerome grabbed her hips and stood, setting her feet on the floor and bending her at the waist. "Mm baby just stay right there," he said, voice thick with need, as he held her hips and started thrusting into her.
Sarah started to protest, but the powerful drive of his hips turned her words into an open-mouthed gasp, which Trayvon took advantage of. Before she knew what was happening, she was once again sucking on Tray’s cock, shivering with pleasure while Jerome thrust harder and deeper inside her.
This wasn’t the plan, a voice in her head insisted. She was losing control. But the voice was small, and far away, drowned out by the primal rhythm of Jerome beating against the doors of her womb. She braced one hand on Trayvon’s hips and wrapped the other around his shaft, keeping him from pushing himself further as he started thrusting too, hitting the back of her throat with equal enthusiasm now that she’s stopped holding him back. A wet, lewd sound was echoing in her ears, and after a while Sarah recognized it as the gluk-gluk-gluk of her moans being crushed by Tray’s attacks.
Somehow, she ended up borne down to the floor, steadying herself on her hands and knees. Jerome kept pounding into her relentlessly, and Tray, freed from her hand now, grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper. Sarah gagged and coughed as she felt him enter her throat.
"Oh yeah baby," he groaned, "work it, that’s right!"
They were in control now, she realized. They were using her. She had given them her body, and they were using it. They were forceful… but they were not rough. Despite having more inches of black than she could keep track of inside herself, she didn’t feel trapped. She felt free.
Trayvon was on his back now, and Jerome was pushing Sarah forward over him. She took the hint, crawling up and straddling his hips to lower herself onto him, then found Jerome’s hands on her waist again, pulling her down faster.
She arched her back and moaned loudly as Tray entered her. She could swear she felt her insides moving out of the way as her pussy swallowed his shaft whole. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his chest and started working her hips up and down his hips, stretching deep around him.
She felt Jerome’s body pressed behind hers, his big arms reaching around her and playing with her tits, and his wet, throbbing cock rubbing against her with every movement. She arched her back, letting it slide up and down between her ass cheeks, clenching a little when it was firmly sandwiched by her flesh.
The three lovers soon fell into a rhythm, moving together back and forth. Then Sarah felt Jerome’s hands slide down from her breasts, along her sides and to her back, pushing her down onto Trayvon’s chest. "Hold still a sec, baby," Jerome said, shifting behind her.
Sarah’s voice came out breathless between panting. "What are you- nowait-"
There was a pressure, and then a feeling of being absolutely full as the head of Jerome’s tool czech porn casting pushed inside her ass, well lubed from their grinding movements. Her protest was silenced by a gasp, followed by a low moan. He eased himself up into her, inch by inch, slowly stretching her insides and pressing her tighter around the other dick that was already throbbing inside of her.
Anal hurt. At least, that’s what she had come to believe. She’d tried it when she was younger, and found it nothing but painful. But this time was different. She lay atop and around one man while another pressed deeper inside her, and instead of fire and tearing, all she felt was pleasure and a sensation of being completely full.
At some point, Tray started moving his hips as well, slowly pumping in and out. Sarah buried her face in his neck and cried out while the two men built once more into an irregular rhythm, sometimes alternating in and out and at others both thrusting at the same time. Hands on her waist and ass held her still, and the two men’s moans joined hers, filling the room with sound.
Sarah’s voice rose as an orgasm ripped into her. It was one of the most intense she’d ever experienced, and just as she thought it was about to subside, Jerome sped up his thrusting, carrying it onward.
"Ohhh shit babe," he groaned, followed by a primal cry. Sarah’s pleasure crested even further as the heat of his cum burned into her depths, and she clenched everything she had around both men. Jerome was deep, although she had no idea how deep, and it felt like her whole body existed to accommodate him and his friend.
They both came down from the high around the same moment, and Sarah leaned back, panting. Jerome slowly pulled out of her, sending sharp waves of pleasure up her spine that reminded her that there was another man still inside her, a man who was rock-hard and grinding into her, clearly very near to his own climax.
She slid back off his hips, panting for breath, and leaned down, looking up at his as she started stroking and sucking on him, bobbing her head quickly and taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She could taste herself on him, and the smell of sex filled her lungs until there was nothing else. His hands came up and laced through her hair, holding it back and guiding her but not forcing her.
She would have kept going until he came, but something made her pull back, rearing up on her knees. Tray took the hint, standing in front of her and guiding her down onto his cock again. This time she let him drive, allowing his hands to move her back and forth, using her own to hold and squeeze her breasts together.
It didn’t take long before Trayvon’s moans grew louder. He pulled her in faster a few times, then let go of her, letting her kneel panting while he took matters into his own hands. With a groan of release, Tray leveled his weapon toward her and stroked himself, shooting thick ropes of seed toward her.
Sarah closed her eyes, letting Tray splatter her freely. She felt the heat of him hitting across her face, her neck, and down on her breasts, which she still held together as if offering them to him. In seconds it was over, and then Jerome was there with a bacroom casting couch towel, wiping her eyes so she could open them again.
She looked down at herself, catching her breath. She was a mess, with sticky cum drawn across her tits and pooling between them. She could feel it running down her face, too, and she gladly took the small hand-towel from Jerome to wipe some of it off with.
"Damn, girl, you are beautiful," Trayvon said, making her smile. Was this really what happened when she let go? When she acted like a whore? She didn’t feel like a whore. She felt wanted, desired, cherished. She felt empowered.
She kept running over that paradox in her head as she showered and cleaned herself up. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been wrong about sex her whole life. Then she thought about how she’d been treating her husband.
Sarah almost fell in the shower when she realized it. How could she have been so wrong? So terrible? She wanted to throw up, thinking about how she’d thrown away Jake’s affection, how she’d dumped all over her daughter’s fun-loving relationship with him, how she’d denied his free casting porn video advances and broken her vows instead.
Well, that was over, she decided. She would leave here, go home, and change it all. Give Jake the night of his life - no, the week of his life. Maybe the month, even. She could do it, because she had the power to do great things. And she would use that power to make amends for her emotional abuse.
Feeling almost like she was flying, Sarah hurriedly bid goodbye to her "friends" and left the apartment. She headed downstairs and out the door to the street and was waving for a cab when someone called out to her.
"Hey, excuse me!" It was a young girl, maybe twenty-one or so. "Are you Jake’s wife? Sarah? Sarah Stevens?"
Sarah smiled. "Yeah, that’s me. You know Jake?"
She girl shrugged. "My boss does. Here." She handed over a large yellow envelope.
"What’s this?" Sarah asked.
"You’ve been served."
Jake glanced down at his buzzing phone and chuckled. "That’s it, she’s got the papers," he said, reading the text from the lawyer’s office.
Carol smiled. "I almost wish I could’ve been there to see her face," she said. "Especially if she ever figures out I was ‘Cheryl’ too."
Petra grinned. "Or the look when she gets home and all our stuff is gone," she replied. "It’s a whole lot easier to pack in a hurry when you never have to be in a hurry!"
It had indeed been easy. They’d taken their time, loading the rented truck with everything they needed. The house was still fully furnished and lived-in, and as far as he was concerned his ex-wife-to-be was welcome to it. But they were gone, and if all went to plan Sarah would never see them again.
Rather than hang around and catch them in the act, Jake had tipped his lawyer off to Sarah’s "encounter" with Jerome and that other guy. That was all happening a few miles away, while here in an open-air cafe Jake enjoyed the sun with his two daughters.
"Well," Carol said, shoving her seat out to stand up, "I guess I better get going."
"Going?" Petra seemed confused. "Going where?"
"Home," she replied simply. "I’ve done what I came to do, and I don’t belong here. And besides, there’s some new tech in the next few years that I really don’t like living without."
Jake chuckled. "Will we see you again?"
"Sure thing, on my birthday, right?"
Jake shook his head. "You know what I mean. Anyway, safe travels. Oh, and here." He held out the remote. "You can have this back now."
Carol held up a hand. "You keep it. I’ll just hop forward and take it back sometime after you manage to build a new one. Give the universe a freebie on that paradox, you know. Oh, and remember…"
"We know. Don’t name you Carol. Or Cheryl."
Carol giggled. "Thanks, Dad." She leaned over to kiss his cheek and gave Petra a hug. "I love you guys. I’ll see you when I’m younger."
Petra and Carol had already found an apartment downtown to replace the house where they’d left Sarah. Jake wanted to get started unpacking, but his daughter disagreed, insisting that they go out to celebrate.
"Besides," she pointed out, "we’ve got all the time in the world, right?"
Jake agreed and under protest drove her to a movie theatre. Particularly, the theatre where they had had their first "date" all those weeks ago. Soon he was in the back row once again, watching some mindless romantic comedy with his daughter cuddled up under his arm.
Of course, as is the way with such films, sooner or later the story got hot. Petra giggled as she noticed the bulge in Jake’s pants. "Someone’s enjoying the movie," she whispered, reaching over and stroking her hand against the front of his pants.
Jake smirked, looking over at her. "I swear you choose these films on purpose," he said quietly.
"You’re not wrong," Petra replied, unzipping him and pulling his tool free to stroke it with her fingertips. It was a tease, almost a tickle, and she knew that it drove him wild.
Jake moved his hand down and up, caressing his daughter’s back affectionately and noticing a distinct lack of a bra strap under the tank top she wore. Then he moved his hand up to the back of her neck, pulling her head down toward his lap.
Petra got the hint, but made a surprised little sound anyway as she found her father's cock sliding past her soft, warm lips. She flipped her hair to the side and pulled it behind one ear, immediately going to work, sucking and licking him while her head moved up and down.
Jake leaned back, enjoying both the sight of his daughter’s red hair moving in his lap and of the actress on the screen being pushed against a wall in a semi-convincing performance of movie sex. He moaned softly, not too worried about the noise since they had the back two rows to themselves, and slid his hand down to squeeze Petra’s ass.
The actress was in the middle of her music-accompanied climax when suddenly the theatre went silent. Jake sat up straight in surprise, momentarily distracted from the sensation of Petra’s mouth. "Stop," he said. "Something’s wrong. I didn’t do that."
Petra laid her head on his lap and looked up at him, stroking his spit-covered dick close enough to her lips that he could feel her breath on his skin. "It’s alright, Daddy," she said, eyes flicking toward the aisle. "I did it."
Jake followed her gaze. There was a cone of light shining halfway toward them from an usher’s flashlight, filled with the glitter of frozen dust suspended in the air. It looked like the light had just been sweeping toward them when time stopped.
When Petra had stopped it. Without the remote.
"When did you learn-"
"Shh, Daddy," Petra replied, sitting up and pressing her lips to his. "We girls have our secrets."
Jake laughed and kissed her back, pulling her close in his arms. "Remind me to leave Carol a thank-you note when she comes back for that thing."
"We can thank her by being the best parents ever," Petra said, one hand touching her stomach as the other continued stroking him.
Jake’s eyes widened. "Are you-?"
"I dunno," she admitted. "Anything’s possible. But I will be."
Jake grinned. "Not if we just do this," he said slyly. "C’mere."
Petra swung a leg across Jake’s lap, straddling his thighs. "Yes, Daddy," she said, voice dripping with sex. Under her skirt, Jake could feel his shaft pressed against her panties and the warm, moist place behind them where he belonged.
Sliding his hands up her thighs to grip her ass, Jake lifted his daughter up and pressed his lips to hers. Her hand moved between them, and when she sat down again, they both moaned into the kiss.
It was hot, and tight, and perfectly wet; Jake’s daughter was a masterpiece of the Gods, designed for making love. And that’s exactly what they did, in the back row of the theatre where he had first enjoyed her playful seduction and awkward blowjob. Pressed tight together, kissing desperately, Jake pulled his daughter’s hips in toward himself over and over, reaching deep inside her and losing himself in her love.
The kiss broke long enough for Petra’s tank to pull up over her head and then resumed; she took over moving while Jake’s hands busied themselves by paying tribute to the world’s most perfect pair of breasts. Cupping, squeezing, and pinching, Jake laughed into his lover while she made little squeals of pleasure across his tongue.
It took seconds; it took hours. Time had no meaning for Jake and Petra, both because of their control over it and their lack of care for anything but each other and the writhing coupling of their bodies. Jake’s hand moved around Petra at some point, resting at the small of her back and urging her into him harder, faster.
There was a crescendo of motion, or moaning, and of pleasure, and at the crest of it they came together. Petra’s pussy squeezed and rippled around him while Jake spilled his seed deep into her womb, bucking his hips under her and groaning with bliss.
They stayed together for a time, Jake’s demanding grip turning into an embrace as Petra’s head laid on his chest. Eventually, Petra looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"I love you, Daddy," she said. "Forever."
"I love you too, my Pet," he replied, smiling so hard it hurt. He looked around. "Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?"
Petra looked up at the screen, where the actress’ face was still frozen in fake pleasure, a parody of the joy they’d shared, then grinned deviously at him. "There’s about a dozen couples in here," she said, cocking her head toward the rest of the audience. "Let’s play with some of them."
Jake laughed, pulling his daughter tighter in his arms. "You are a terrible influence on me."
Petra giggled. The action made her clench, reminding Jake very clearly that he was still inside her. "You love it," she said.
"That’s true, I do."
Petra reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the remote, that magical tool that changed everything for them both. She turned it over in her hands, then raised an eyebrow. "Hey Daddy," she asked, "what do you suppose will happen if we change the channel?"
EPILOGUE
I’ll admit I stuck around longer than I let on. I couldn’t help it. Mom and Dad were so cute back then. I mean, they never stopped being so in love, but seeing it fresh and new was just nice.
I did pick up the remote eventually. At some point, Dad set a giftwrapped box on his coffee table with "Carol" written on it and just left it there.
The remote was inside, along with a thank you note and some pictures of them together. They had a little wedding ceremony on the beach with a new group of friends who didn’t know about the family ties, and then went on a vacation. I’m pretty sure that’s when I was conceived. Or rather, the other me.
That’s the trouble with happy endings, you see. Before, I could always go home by traveling to a point after when I went back. But now, there’s no reason for me to have gone back. There’s a different me in the future, one who never had to run or fear, who never got outed to the other kids as inbred, who grew up happy all the time. She never had a reason to go this far back, so she’s still there. I wonder if she ever asked who the girl is in the picture on the mantel with her mom, the one who looks like an older version of herself.
As for me, the me who I am… well, according to the Universe I don’t exist and never did. But like I said once before, the Universe eats paradoxes for breakfast, so I just keep on existing regardless. It’s sort of liberating, in a way. And now that I have the remote back, I can really go whenever I like. Maybe I’ll hop over to the moon landing, or check out the grassy knoll. Or go get a pet dinosaur, one of those little ones. Hell, maybe there’s some fun future-tech that I can look into. That’s the nice thing about being born a God.
God, I love being me.
END
But... Jake and Petra will return in Timebenders II: Electric Boogaloo! (working title)
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