Time Machine
In our time, it's very difficult to surprise anyone with gadgets and modern technology. Technology moves forward, sometimes outpacing time itself.
And that's exactly what happened in my story. After working for a long time at the Institute of Scientific and Technical Development, an idea came to my mind: to create a time machine.
Gathering a team of three more successful graduate students who knew their way around technology and were ready for new discoveries, we got to work. Our team consisted of two guys, one of whom was me, and two girls, Marina and Yulia; the guy's name was Alexander. They were all around 23 years old at the time. Marina was a tall, slender blonde about whom
you could say from the outside: what are you doing here, go to a modeling agency. A bit flighty and frivolous. Yulia, on the other hand, was more serious, a brunette with short hair that had a reddish-brown tint and bright freckles on her face. As for Alexander, he was a nerdy guy who thought he was smarter than everyone else and tucked his shirt into his pants, pulling them up high. But essentially, I didn't care about their appearance or the "craziness in their heads"; I liked that this whole "gang" worked well and knew their stuff.As for me, my name is Sergei. I'm 37 years old. I was married to my work)) I devoted myself to it completely and utterly with a manic passion.
And so, after a couple of years of hard work, our device was ready. In appearance, it resembled the time machine from the movie "Ivan Vasilyevich Changes Profession." A bunch of different levers, flasks with liquid, and a touch control panel.
On "Day X," we agreed to meet in the experimental laboratory of our department for a test run.
At the appointed time, only Marina arrived; I hadn't left the department at all.
After waiting a bit for our colleagues, who hadn't shown up for an hour, we decided to start the launch without them, just to check all the units and warm up the device.
Without thinking long about the date we wanted to go to, one thought occurred to us: to go back to the time when there were still dinosaurs and wild people, and to finally lift the veil of secrecy about whether it was real or not.
Entering the desired year on the panel and performing the necessary manipulations with the machine, we began the launch.
To our surprise, everything worked on the first try. Instead of a huge screen, a passage formed into that prehistoric time.
With timid steps, very afraid of the unknown, Marina and I began to make our way through the passage, which was overgrown with ferns and other plants we had never seen before.
Interest and euphoria completely drowned out the fear of the unknown.
Making our way through the thickets, a magnificent panorama of mountains, waterfalls, and... "A dinosaur!" Marina screamed.
At that same moment, I felt a strong blow to my head. I lost consciousness.
Waking up in some cave, I saw prehistoric people. Instead of the clothing we are used to, they wore skins and cloaks; many were simply naked, with small skins covering their groins and genitals.
They examined Marina and me with fear and cautious interest.
The men, there were three of them, were healthy, muscular from constant work and hunting.
The women were also athletically built. Their rock-hard abs and large buttocks indicated that they didn't sit still either, but worked just as hard as the men. After all, surviving in such conditions, with dinosaurs and plenty of other predators everywhere, is not easy at all.
There were four women. Watching them, I never fully understood how they were all related; maybe they were relatives, or maybe just a small tribe.
It was getting dark. The men, in a primitive way, lit a fire and hung some meat over it to roast. The cave filled with aromas, and our stomachs began to rumble; by that time we were quite hungry.
One of the men, approaching Marina, began to touch her hair, smell it, stroke it. Marina, being a hot-tempered person, started screaming and trying to hit him. But she didn't really succeed, as our hands were tied with a rope woven from vines.
The savage clearly didn't like this. Hitting Marina on the cheek not too hard, he continued exploring her body, and by that time his "friends" had joined him. They began to undress her, not particularly bothering with care. Taking off her jacket and pants—she was wearing a pantsuit—their eyes were met by Marina's lacy underwear. With complete incomprehension, looking at it, they tore it off her with their powerful hands. All this time, Marina screamed loudly, spat, and swore at the savages. To some extent, this even turned them on. They spoke to each other in their own language, discussing their next plan of action.
Of course, I was also enraged by everything I saw. I tried to yell at them. All my attempts to untie my hands were unsuccessful.
Grabbing the completely naked Marina and picking her up in their arms, the savages carried her to a corner of the room onto a huge tiger skin they had killed. Laying her on the skin, the savage began to examine and touch her body. Large, third-size blonde breasts with pink nipples, a flat white stomach, a pink, clean-shaven pussy, and an appetizing, firm ass.
The savages' hands slid over her body. They kneaded her ample breasts, tugged at her nipples, touched her pussy, taking turns inserting their fingers inside.
And then I noticed how their members began to increase in size and were frankly sticking out from under the skins covering them.
The largest and, as I understood, the main savage, spreading Marina's legs and spitting generously on his cock, pressed it against her pussy and entered her with a sharp movement. Marina jerked and writhed beneath him, screaming loudly. The savage pounded her with all his might, emitting loud cries.
For about 10 minutes, this whole orgy continued. The other two savages, meanwhile, kneaded her breasts, licked them, biting her nipples. I began to notice that Marina was starting to enjoy it. The screams and yells changed to moans and barely audible: oh yeah... more...
Completely untying her, the main savage lay on his back and sat her on top of his cock. Another Australopithecus, without thinking long, began to grope her from behind, not forgetting to stick his fingers into her anus. Then he pressed his cock against her ass and entered her. Marina let out a loud exhale, sticking her ass out towards the savage, and began to sway her hips widely.
She was being pounded by two shafts with all their might.
From everything I saw, I myself began to get aroused.
All this time, the savage women, who were sitting not far from me and also watching this whole process, began to stroke themselves and each other, fiddling with their hairy pussies.
One of them, noticing that the bulge in my pants had increased, approached me and cautiously began to unbutton my trousers. All the other savage women joined her. Taking off all my clothes, they looked at me in surprise. Unlike their men, I was white, and my cock wasn't as huge as theirs, although it was around 17cm.
Easily dragging me to another corner of the cave and laying me on a skin, one of the savage women climbed on top of me and began to insert my cock into her pussy. Getting tangled in her hair, she couldn't insert it right away. Another savage woman approached us, took it in her hand, and guided it straight into the heated, juice-dripping pussy, while with her other hand she held and squeezed my balls for some reason.
The sex, I'll tell you, was wildly unforgettable. A wild woman with rounded, ample hips was riding me; her washboard abs delivered some special wild desire; her dark breasts with large, black, erect nipples like two twigs beat against my face.
Looking to the side, I saw that Marina was now being taken by three; by that time, they had mastered her mouth.
After riding me for about five minutes and giving way to another savage woman, my first lover sat down next to me and continued to rub her clit with her hands, moaning loudly.
The other savage woman, apparently younger, had long, black, wavy hair and not very large breasts.
Also sitting on top of me, she began to slowly slide up and down on my cock, as if shy of me.
Pointing to my tied hands, I gestured and nodded, asking them to untie me. Looking at each other and muttering something, they cut the rope with some sharp stone.
A bit uncertainly but decisively, I began to caress my second lover. All the other savage women watched this warily and with surprise; most likely, their men didn't do this; it was just primitive sex: stick it in... pound... pull it out.
The girl riding my cock, as I understood, didn't particularly like this. She got off me and stepped aside. I tried to get up, but the third savage woman knocked me back onto my back with a strong blow, causing my cock to go limp. Trying to also sit on top of me and insert my half-hard cock into herself, she realized it wouldn't work. The one who had ridden me first approached and pushed her aside.
Taking my cock in her hands, she began to jerk it off and brought it to her mouth. It seemed she was the most quick-witted and wise. Taking my cock into her mouth, she began to suck it forcefully, causing it to instantly swell and fill with blood.
All the other "ladies" stood and watched with their mouths open. Letting go of my cock and bringing the third lover to me, she gave me a chance to stand up.
Putting the third savage woman on all fours and arching her back, firmly gripping her hips, I entered her sharply and roughly. She began to scream and tried to pull away, but I only increased the pace. My eyes were met by a gorgeous, toned ass with a brown anus outlined in black. Wetting my finger with saliva, fearing unexpected behavior from the wild people, I began to massage her asshole. To my surprise, this wild "tigress" began to move her ass towards the thrusting movements of my finger. Without thinking long, pulling my cock out of her vagina, I inserted it into her anus. She began to scream and moan loudly throughout the cave, causing one of the savage women, who was my second, to have a squirting orgasm.
After a couple of minutes, the fourth savage woman ran up, apparently the youngest, about 20 years old.
Pushing my anal lover aside, she stood on all fours in front of me.
Uh-uh, no, I thought. I turned her over, laid her on her back in front of me, spread her legs, and pressed the head of my cock against her vagina. Looking at her, I saw how beautiful she was. Big blue eyes, full lips, and a swarthy complexion. I entered her, kissing her at the same time. She looked at me strangely and only licked my lips and nose in response; that's probably what a kiss looked like to them.
How tight, wet, and hot she was. After having her for about 5 minutes, I realized I was about to cum.
At that same moment, the very first and oldest savage woman flew over. She probably understood everything. She led me aside and stood on all fours in front of me. Without thinking long, I drove my heated cock into her anus. Not expecting that anal sex is a bit different from vaginal and that it might hurt a little the first time, she tried to break free, but I couldn't be stopped anymore. Pinning her on her stomach and firmly holding her down, I began to drive my cock into her ass with all my might. After about two minutes and a couple of strong, sweeping thrusts, I began to cum inside her like I never had in my life. Semen flooded her anus from the inside, spilling out. At that moment, all the other savage women began to rub each other's clits and cum one after another.
On the other side of the cave, the same thing happened. The three wild men, having twisted Marina into different positions while switching places, began to release their seed wherever they could.
The space of the cave filled with the smells of semen, female secretions, lust, and complete debauchery.
Afterwards, there was an hour of silence. Everyone lay wherever they were in the cave... some fell asleep, and some couldn't fully believe what was happening. As I understood, neither we nor they had ever experienced anything like this in our lives.
After everyone had come to their senses a bit, they gathered around the fire and began to eat the roasted meat.
In the morning, discovering that only Marina and I remained in the cave—the savages were probably out hunting—we went outside.
Somewhere in the distance, we heard echoes of our names. Alexander and Yulia were searching for us with all their might.
We headed towards them and soon found ourselves at the entrance to the portal to our time.
Once home, we didn't tell our colleagues anything about our sexual adventures.
Then we convinced them to tell all the other scientists that our experiment had failed.
As time went on, the guys got busy with their scientific work. And only Marina and I visited our savages more than once, and not only them. After all, with our time machine, we could go anywhere))) But those are completely different stories.