Chapter 1: Prologue
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It all started out in their usual way: the Doctor casually stroking around the TARDIS, pulling levers and doing something that gave him an impression of being clever, and Clara following around the room, quarrelling with him. It may have been a bit worse, though, this time, considering what they were arguing about.
"SHE IS MY STUDENT!" shouted a very angry, red-faced Clara.
"And an utterly terrible job you've done in disciplining her. She was wild". The Doctor declared, fascinated by the way Clara's breasts heaved with every deep breath when she was angry. "And judging by her, the rest of your class could do with some time with me as well..."
“Oh no! Don’t even think about it! I may be a bit wild with you and have fun with it, but I will not be unprofessional! That is where I draw the line.”
“Well, then, good luck keeping Courtney from coming back for more” the Doctor grinned. “She did enjoy quite a bit, especially when I had her pulled up topsy-turvy, with her legs around my neck and …”
“Please, stop, I don’t need details” Clara huffed, shutting her eyes to try and keep the image out of her mind. “And yeah, I will try and keep her back, even if it means chaining her up to the wall – and not in that way!” she added, seeing the slick grin on his face. Clara puffed, passing a hand through her hair. “God, that’s all I needed …”
"You know, that reminds me … I’ve been worrying about you recently" the Doctor interjected, changing the subject.
"Me?"
"I have seen you drain entire squadrons of space legions. Now, you feel tired because you split between me and PE? What's up with that?"
"Well, you're... a lot, you know..." Clara flapped a hand dismissively, crossing her arms across her breasts and turning around... providing the Doctor with a nice view of her fat, round cheeks straining against her tight black skirt.
"The Golems of Molan-Zeta were a lot. Sixteen inch penises, I recall?"
"Eighteen, actually". Clara corrected him quietly.
"And that band of Draconian warriors, starved for women after months of fighting... How many of them were there?"
"Um... Ninety, I think". She shrugged. "I lost count".
"And you mean to tell me you can't handle one lone PE teac-"
"He's a maths teacher!" She snapped, whirling around. "And his cock is just... It's..."
Her hands flapped in front of her, as if trying to encompass every inch of Danny's apparently godly shaft. "It's... BIGGER!"
The Doctor's eyes widened, as Clara rubbed at her eyes wearily, adding after a second in a small voice. "Bigger than yours..."
"Oh, great! That's just ... great!" The Doctor puffed, annoyed. "First the dreams and now this? I'm going to murder him!"
"Dreams? What dreams?" asked Clara confused.
"Beats me! Since PE called me an officer, I keep having these ... visions of being a black stout woman with a massive gun and an even bigger dong ... which is absurd!"
"Stout... black..." Clara repeated, trailing off, eyes narrowing as she became lost in thought. "Um... Does she happen to wear a rainbow shirt?"
"Yes, and a horrific thing it is too!" The Doctor shook his head, before catching on what she just said. "How can you know that?"
Clara felt her gaping arsehole clench weakly, as memories of having a gigantic black log of cockmeat rammed inside of it dry flooded her memories. "I... I think I met her..."
"When? Where?" the Doctor asked, intrigued.
"Not ... sure" Clara answered, as she narrowed her brows in concentration. "I ... think it was when I was in your timeline ... after Trenzalore ... but I have to say, my memories of what I saw in there are quite messed up. Sometimes it did seem there were infinite you in there!"
"Well, if there were, I'm sure you'd be pleased". A sly grin peeked at the edges of the Doctor's lips.
Clara raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, why's that?"
"Infinite me, means infinite more cocks for your backside to take".
"Yeah, but maybe with time to prepare, this time" Clara fondly joked. "Back there, I randomly popped up in the place of women you were having sex with ... and suddenly I was there! It was ... tiresome".
"Oh, I remember, you took a 3-weeks break after that to recover. You barely made it to the all 'rescuing Gallifrey' business."
"One of my fondest memories" Clara smiled, as she remembered being stuffed to the brim by three cocks at once - the old Warrior deep into her ass, the spiky Ten ravaging her throat, while her bowtie youngster rammed into her pussy ... Now, that was a celebration!
"I could have taken up all of you, if you three had called the others instead of opting for a private party."
"Oh, I'm sure..." The Doctor pursed his lips, beginning to walk around the TARDIS console, idly starting to flick switches and buttons. "You know, some day, we're going to have you looked over, just to figure out how you're able to do it".
"Do what?" Clara asked, curiously.
"Have sex every minute of every day. It's lucky you haven't drowned in the amount of semen you've swallowed by now".
At this, Clara smirked, patting her round arse fondly, making it jiggle through her skirt. "What can I say, I'm just built to please".
"Well then..." The Doctor pulled down a lever, and the TARDIS started wheezing. "I've just put out a call... to myself. All of me. You want to prove you can take all of me? Here's your chance".
Chapter 2: Round 1: Red Bikini (Fugitive, Nine, One)
Summary:
Clara begins her round with some good old anal and DP from three Doctors from different eras.
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"Panties down, sweet cheeks. Let's see if you are as tough as you claim."
Clara's jaw dropped. She'd changed out of her clothes and stood ready in a red lace thong that was swallowed between her jiggling fat cheeks and a matching bra that strained against her perky, round tits. The Fugitive eyed her up and down, nodding in approval. "Mmm, that's some good stuff, I like a girl who dresses like what she is".
"You're..."
"Horny". The Fugitive's tight trousers went slipping down, and the monster underneath was revealed: a long, flopping log of black meat, riddled with pulsing veins and dripping with sweat, bending under its own weight as it rose up erect before the tiny white woman's wide eyes. Her balls looked as big as Clara's entire head. "Now, are you gonna bend over or have I got to... persuade you?"
Clara slowly turned around, pulling her thong down and spreading her globes apart, to reveal the gaping hole of her anus. The Fugitive licked her lips and gripped her titanic cock, sliding the already immensely fat tip inside. "Fuck, doing this dry... That's my girl".
With that, she reared her hips and rammed straight into Clara's guts.
"HOLY F ..." Clara screamed, jerking backwards. That cock was big, even for someone like her; it slid and gaped her hole so much that it was almost painful. Damn, it was like she was her first time once again!
Behind her, the Fugitive chuckled. "Yeah, I know ... but you're a good girl, aren’t you? A good, little slut ..." She caressed her hair, turning her head towards her. "And can take it all!"
Another push, another ramming, and this time Clara felt the first tremors of pleasure crawling through her spine. Smiling broadly like the Cheshire cat, she pushed backwards.
"Give it to me" she hissed, before almost biting the Fugitive's bottom lip.
The Fugitive let out a lustful growl as she felt Clara's teeth nip at her lip, gripping the girl's wide hips, shifting her own so her monstrous length shifted inside her gaping anus. "You want it... You got IT!"
She reared her hips back and started pounding into Clara's arse with all the power and speed she had, slamming her many inches of pitch black, turgid and veiny flesh between her spread cheeks and into the pink rimmed crater that was once her tiny, puckered little arsehole. Clara instantly let out a screech as pleasure wracked her tiny body, her legs quivering as she grabbed hold of a nearby pillar to stay upright.
Her tits swayed beneath her, jiggling and swaying with every lurch of her body as the Fugitive brought her hips slapping into her behind. Drool started to drip from her mouth, eyes wide and filled with ecstasy as she was drilled into. The Fugitive, meanwhile, had gritted teeth, sweat beading on her forehead as she fucked like a jackhammer. Her own gigantic breasts bounced and wobbled inside her shirt... before she suddenly took a hand off Clara's hips to rip her own shirt straight off, buttons flying everywhere as her brown funbags bounced free, her nipples black and fat and juicy. "Mmmm, that's better! Fuck, I've been readin' up about you, darling, some... Ngh, research! I read all about how you stopped a Martian invasion by personally fucking every single Ice Warrior aboard their battle leet!"
If Clara still had a functioning brain, she'd probably berate this Doctor for spoiling her future. However, in that moment, her usually so brilliant mind was struggling to form a coherent thought, engulfed as it was by more and more waves of pleasure. The stimulation was so much that she was forced to crawl one hand down to her nethers to struck her clit, hoping to alleviate somehow the oncoming orgasm.
And as she did so, she caught a sight of this Doctor's breast and her mouth went dry. The black globes jiggled and quaked, succulent and plump, mighty orbs of flesh with a dark head, even bigger than her own. A fierce desire rose in her, temporarily vanquishing even their pleasure, and she spoke - or rather growled - an imperious request.
"Take me up!"
"Sorry, what?" asked the Fugitive, slowing down.
"T-take me up ... I want to ... feast on those" Clara explained, licking her lips.
"Your wish is my command" smiled the Fugitive. With a little regret (but knowing it can't be helped), she exited her arse; then, when Clara had turned, grabbed her hips and hoisted her up, before impaling her on her cock. "There, are we good?" The way Clara immediately latched on her tits with her mouth was all the answer she needed.
Clara sucked on the Fugitive's meaty black nipple with loud and lewdly wet sounds, her tongue twirling and corkscrewing around the mighty, pebbled peak and even lightly biting on it, she was so obsessed with getting every little inch of it detailed on her taste buds. Meanwhile, her hands were wrapped around the Fugitive's broad shoulders, but not for long.
One of her hands moved down and started to squeeze and grope her massive tits, her slim fingers sinking into the spongy, dark flesh, so pert and perky despite their gigantic size. She'd been enraptured by the rogue agent's chest the moment she'd seen her mammaries come bouncing out of her rainbow shirt, and was now obsessed with feeling and tasting and basking in their sheer size. They were special after all. Not many pairs of breasts in the universe were bigger or softer than hers.
But while she was busy worshipping her new goddess's big fat funbags, and the Fugitive had her eyes closed and her teeth gritted as she thrust up into Clara's sopping wet cunt, a new challenger suddenly came creeping up behind the girl. Clara only realised it when she felt the head of a new, monster of a cock pressed against her ruined anus. She gasped, looking over her shoulder, to behold the grinning face of the Doctor who'd first plundered Rose Tyler's pert arse. And now looked ready to conquer hers.
"Hullo! Figure I'd just get started right away, didn't want to interrupt your rhythm".
And with that, he slammed inside. Clara welcomed the new intrusion in her body with a hearty moan straight against the Fugitive's monumental mammaries, a lewd sound that made both Doctors grin with excitement.
"Hell yeah ... I love when I'm stuffed ..." she growled, leaning back to kiss the newcomer. This allowed him to slip one hand on her left tit, right under the bra, and began caressing it and pinching it.
"You do have some great knockers. When we are done here, we'll have some fun, eh?"
"You bet" Clara winked, the banter helping to keep her pleasure under control - an orgasm was mounting, she felt it, and she was trying to push it down.
And it seemed, she wasn't the only one. The Fugitive's cock twitched and shook inside her pussy, with its owner huffing annoyedly.
"Not now!'
"Sorry, you know the rules" Nine shrugged. "One load each."
"Fine" grunted the black rogue. "Then put her down, please. I know when I want to finish."
"Which rules? What ..."
"Later, sweet cheeks! Now be a good girl and say 'aaah'!"
Clara got on her knees, staring up at the Fugitive with her mouth wide open, her big brown eyes wide and filled with a fiery lust for the stout black goddess. Staring down at her, the Fugitive stroked her mammoth cock feverishly, smearing more of the girl's juices over every dark, thick inch, her own tits jiggling with all the movement as she hissed between between gritted white teeth. "Oh fuck... Such a bloody SLUT! Such a GOOD BLOODY WHOOORRREEEE!"
And with that, she burst. Aiming her third leg of a penis like a firehose, she unleashed a torrent of seed into Clara's open mouth, across her face and down her front. Her breasts were absolutely coated, her hard nipples poking through the thick, white cream, while she moaned from the beautiful shower. When at last her balls were fully drained, the Fugitive staggered back, her softening cock slapping between her thighs as she took several deep steady breaths. "Right... That's me done then. See you later, darling... Next time you see me, I want you on your knees..."
With that, she turned and headed off, her own fat arse bouncing with every step. The Ninth grinned. "Right then, guess it's just you and me now-"
"I think not, sir!" Came an imperious voice, as a new Doctor came striding in. The First, the original one might say, his slim, elegant penis already hard and bouncing with every step.
"No, no, I'm afraid you shall have to share this hussy!"
"Ooh, just the Doctor I wanted to see!" Clara grinned, extending her arms to grab his penis. "So, Gramps, what d'you say? I suck your dick and you tell me what these rules of yours are?"
"Kindly refrain from calling me Gramps, young lady, but I gladly agree to your terms. So" he shuddered at Clara's first lick on his crown "your decision has been ... let's say imitated by other acquaintances of ours, and one of them ..."
"Ace" grinned Nine, as he kneeled down behind Clara, making her lift her arse up so that he could finger her holes.
"She had the idea of making it into an event of sort. So, all of us came up with some basic rules. One: only one load for us Doctors, so there'd be no hogging."
"Two" Nine added, taking advantage of One's sudden silence as Clara's tongue hit a sensitive spot "you can cum as many times as you want; if it happens, you have an hour to recover ... there’s why we have a shower and a dresser, if you feel like changing."
"And I bet the shower has other uses" Clara chuckled.
"Three" One picked up again, "no more than three of us together ... and I think that's it" he suddenly broke off, to grab Clara's head and slowly push his cock inside, making her gag.
"Well ..." Nine trailed off. "There's also the bit about the blonde girl saying she wants to be last with you because she has a surprise ... and of course, every girl is alone."
"All clear, my dear?" One asked, as he allowed Clara to take a breath from his cock.
"Each one of you a load, I can cum whenever I want, no more than three of you and a surprise for me" Clara dutifully repeated. "Yes Sir. Now fuck me, boys!"
"Your wish is my command!" Nine declared, slowly pulling his fingers out of Clara's sopping wet folds and then smearing the juices on them across his cock for more lube. Then, he curled his fingers around his shaft and aimed it at her oozing pussy lips, before slowly sliding it inside. Her petals parted with ease, welcoming his entire cock like an old friend, squeezing around it tightly, and drawing a moan from him. Without any further prevaricating, he started to thrust in and out, hips slamming into Clara's fat cheeks, making them jiggle and stretching her pussy even further as he drove his thick member deep inside of her.
"Oh, my dear, wonderful..." Cooed One, threading his fingers through her long brown hair, stroking it lovingly. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open, the sheer pleasure of having his penis lavished and loved all over by the skilled tongue of his future companion almost too much to bear. He rocked his hips back and forth, gently thrusting into her mouth as her head pistoned back and forth, his plump balls slapping into her chin. Clara's eyes were alight with the fire of desire, the feeling of being filled from both ends making her heart soar. The only thing missing was...
"Oi!" She suddenly said, after sliding One's slim cock from between her lips. She was looking back at Nine, who was still fucking her cunt vigorously. "Come on, give it more! Own my arse!"
"And you!" She turned her attention up to One. "Can it with the gentleman act! I'm a whore, and I wanna hear how much of one I am! Got it?"
Both Doctors shared a look... and a grin. They did. And as one, they rammed their cocks back inside the Impossible Girl's holes.
And so began some of the most heavenly 30 minutes in Clara's life. Her body shook and quivered between the two Time Lords, their dicks going in and out from both ends of her in an armonic rhythm. From behind, Nine pounded her pussy with vigour, thrusting like crazy, fingering her arse, even giving one or two slaps. From the front, One took hold of her hair and pulled it, forcing her to bob and choke on his cock for all his length.
"Ooh yes, that's wonderful ... take my penis, feast on it, you Messaline ... The Drahvins wish they have your drive, you insatiable hussy ..."
"Yeah you tell her, youngster! Tell her good! She wants to be a whore, yes? Then take us all! Fantastic!" and he slapped her again as she happily moaned - a lewd, fierceful growl more eloquent than any words.
It was a shame the fun was eventually cut out, but also inevitable. Three Doctors in a row had been the most she ever had until that point, after all. From her bowels, her orgasm began to mount, and while she knew it wasn't the end (Rule Two, hehe), still it was somewhat annoying she couldn't do them all in one go. Then again, a shower and a change of dress ... could be fun.
"F-fuck" she panted. "I'm ... I'm about to ..."
"Don't worry, my dear, you ..."
"Yeah, yeah, I ... I know, but ..." she grinned towards Nine. "You wanted some fun with my tits. Wanna try them on while the Principal here finishes me off with his tongue? And don't fret you" Clara winked at One. "I just want you to join me in the shower when it's time."
"Ah, I would be... Honoured, my dear". Breathed One hoarsely, relishing in the feeling of her tongue flicking across his tip again. He would miss the attention of her mouth around him, but he would also be lying if he hadn't been imagining what she'd taste like, so he gladly helped her lie back, before kneeling between her spread legs.
Nine, meanwhile, knelt above her stomach, his log of sweaty, sticky cock meat slapping down into the valley of her cleavage and starting to slide between both plump, round mounds. Clara's hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them together, trapping his length between the two peaks of sinfully soft flesh. He moaned loudly, his voice tight as he fought off his own orgasm. "Blimey, darling... You really know how to drive a bloke wild".
"That's what plenty of practise will give you". She smirked in return. "Now, fuck my tits! Whilst grandad gets to work down there..."
"Grandad, indeed!" Scoffed One. "Cheeky minx".
He leaned down, his skilled tongue pressing deep into her oozing folds. Clara shuddered at the entrance, and then began a steady barrage of breathy gasps and shaky moans as the First Doctor put that skilled tongue of his to use. Dancing and darting and twirling through her dripping wet pussy, spreading her petals, lapping at the juices that flowed from her so liberally.
The pleasure built and built, heaps and heaps of it to add to the mountain already created from the utter poundings shed received already. And all the while, the one in the leather jacket was thrusting between her breasts like a man possessed. His hips slammed into her chest, making them jiggle madly, and made a groan rumble from the depths of his throat.
From the sweat on his brow to his gritted teeth, Clara could tell he was hurting towards his own climax, and she was desperate to meet him at this peak. She gasped, desperately. "F-Fuck! Together, Doctor, please... I-I can feel it!"
"Yeah, I'm right there with you, love! Bloody hell... I... I..."
One gave a moan of his own, as his tongue reached as deep as it could go... And hit just the right spot. Clara's eyes snapped open as wide as they could, her back arching and her cunt convulsing around his tongue, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a freight train. A second later, Nine let out a long, rattling moan of his own, his cock twitching and pulsing as he unleashed the contents of his balls across Clara's already cum stained face and tits. He just added a new layer of cream atop the Fugitive's already liberal coating.
Clara fell back, panting, while Nine slid off. One looked up, his lips smeared with her juices, his eyes twinkling. "Ah. The shower then, my dear?"
"Have fun". Nine grunted, sitting up, giving her a smile and her tit a fond squeeze. "See you later, Clara Oswald".
"You can count on it, Doctor". She winked at him. "Right, old timer, let's get soapy..."
Chapter 3: Round 2: Shower Sex (One, Four and Romana II, Fifteen and Romana II)
Summary:
The fun continues, and the Doctors and Clara are joined by a special someone.
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The shower in the room was a large box of four glassy walls, wide enough to host three people at the same time. A little scaffold had a number of different bath products, as well as some more interesting things (like a butt plug). And behind Clara, a sort of bench protruding from the wall.
"What's that for?" Clara asked, stepping in with the First Doctor in tow, the remnants of her original dress left on the floor.
"That's for us" answered the Doctor, as he sat. "Or, in this case, for me."
"Ooh" Clara smiled, getting it. "You want to watch."
"Precisely. Now, stop dilly-dallying! The rules give you an hour of pause in between us, I suggest you use it well."
"And what if I'm ready sooner?"
"You only have to say so."
"Alright then, Gramps. Enjoy the show" Clara winked, before turning the warm water on.
"Room for one more?" asked a booming, smiling voice, as another Doctor – the one with the scarf – made his way towards them.
"Oh no young man! I have been waiting for some intimate time with this lady, and ..."
"I'll wait for my turn, don't worry! I have always liked watching!"
Hearing the little discussion behind her between the two Time Lords, Clara smirked but did not turn around to address the new Doctor. Instead, she kept her back to them, which wasn't exactly an unwelcome choice, since it gave them a perfect view of her sumptuous arse. Both of her fat but toned, exquisitely round cheeks jiggled slightly as she stepped beneath the shower head and fiddled with the knobs. Suddenly, a jet of hot water sprayed out from the shower head, and Clara sighed contently as she was instantly enveloped in its slick, wet warmth.
Tipping her head back and raising her hands to the ceiling, she moaned softly as she turned in place, letting every inch of her body get sprayed with the water. She heard the two Doctors groan in appreciation as they beheld her front, her plump breasts now shining and her juicy nipples hard and dripping, her wide hips with her experienced little pussy tucked between her firm but meaty thighs, crowned by a trimmed bush of wiry brown hairs that were rapidly becoming sodden. Clara had her eyes closed, but she still got the distinctive smell of pre-cum and sweat tickling her nose as she turned, and she chuckled lightly, knowing that both Doctors had their cocks out and hard, and were stroking themselves to the sight of her now.
The thought of being ogled and wanked over sent a voyeuristic little tingle up her spine. She'd never considered herself much of an exhibitionist, at least before meeting the Doctor, but the fact she was having every inch of her wet, naked body being looked over adoringly made her loins ache all the harder. Trailing her hands across her body, Clara skimmed the fingers of one hand across her pussy, which was now dripping not just with water. Collecting a few beads of her own nectar on her pointer finger, she lifted it to her mouth and slowly, sensually, closed her lips around it, suckling.
She heard the First Doctor let out a shuddering moan at the sight, which only added to the pleasure of feeling her own sweetness dancing across her taste buds. But as she sucked on her own fingers with one hand, her other travelled down lower, and around. Her fingers pushed between her cheeks, to find that hole which had been taken so many times already. Her gaping anus welcomed her digits like an old friend, but the deep pulse of pleasure lasted only a few moments, however, before the hunger inside Clara urged her to use some of her new toys...
Pulling her fingers free of her arsehole, Clara reached out and grasped the cone shaped butt plug sitting on the shelf. Holding it up to the shower, getting it nice and wet, she gave it one last suckling kiss right on the tip for luck, before sliding it down. Spreading her arse-cheeks and thus giving her audience of two an open view of her crater of an anus, she slowly started to push the pointed rubber tip inside herself. All the while, she groaned, loudly.
"Oooh, that's more like it... I'm definitely taking this with me after we're done here..."
"Oh, she's good" the deep-voiced Doctor growled in appreciation, licking his lips and stroking his cock. The old man didn't reply. His throat was dry and he was sweating. The orgasm he'd been attempted to repress for some minutes was now threatening to come. First the blowjob, then the oral; now, the sight of that young woman pleasuring herself with the butt plug - he had to do something, anything!
I will fight it ... yes, I will ... but how?
An eye on the timer behind the sofa told him 30 minutes passed. Good, but not enough. He thought and thought and finally, had an idea. The rules said that in that hour he and his other selves couldn't shag her or have their way in any way, but nothing has been said about touching her ... and they were in a shower.
He hoisted himself up and went to the stand with the bath products, where, humming happily, began to rummage.
"What ... what's the plan?" panted Clara, her digits still at work on her holes.
"You are a very dirty girl, Miss Oswald, and someone has to ... clean you up" One retorted, taking a bottle and squeezing his content in his hand. "Allow me".
He slithered behind her, rubbing his palms together, before extending his arms again and gently putting them on her tits. He then began to rub and toy with the hard nipples, fingers sinking in her flesh, soap filtering through the cracks. His touch was firm, possessive, but sweetly possessive, as he chuckled in her hear.
"This is nice" Clara smiled, bending her head to watch him. "This is very nice."
"Glad you like it" retorted One, an eye on the timer that said that now, only 10 minutes were left at the end of the pause.
"So, what it's going to be, old-timer?" Clara asked, following his gaze. "Front or back door? Whatever it is, I want it inside, this time."
"Mmm, I must agree, my dear, it's about time I got to enjoy your... sweetness inside and out". He clucked, squeezing her breasts softly, the soap suds oozing across her tanned flesh, dripping down her smooth belly. "But, ah, seeing as your rear is so occupied already, I... shall take the front door, I think".
"Ooh, such a gentleman". Clara chuckled, pressing her wet and soapy arse up against his crotch, squeezing his stiff cock between her cheeks. He let out a rattled gasp in return, fingers sinking into her jiggling titflesh tightly, but still managing to hold back his long oncoming orgasm for the moment. "But I know how much of a dirty old man you really are, you know. My Doctor's told me all about what you've gotten up to..."
"A-Ah, he has, has he?"
"Mmm, yep". Clara batted her eyelashes at him, smirking in such a way that the Doctor felt his balls tighten then and there. "Who is it you're with now, Dodo? She's young enough to be your granddaughter~"
He laughed at that, the sound high pitched and delighted. "Hoho, well, her age does not stop her being a masterful lover, I can assure you... Perhaps I might bring her to one of these, eh?"
"I'd pay to see that". Giggled Clara in turn.
The Doctor looked to the clock, and sagged with relief. The hour had passed... and his time was now. Clutching Clara's shoulder, he span her around to face him and pushed her back gently into the wall. Obviously thinking what he was thinking, the young school teacher hopped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging onto him... And giving herself the perfect position for him to slam up into her dripping cunt. He did so with a short, hard thrust, burying his cock up to the hilt in her squeezing, oozing insides, drawing a deep, powerful moan from her throat.
Pressing her into the wall, he started to fuck her, his bony hips slamming into her meaty ones, his chest becoming damp as her dripping wet tits smooshed against them. Their mouths pressed together in a deep searing kiss, their tongues dancing and fighting in equal measure, saliva dripping from their lips just as liberally as water from the shower. Every thrust brought the Doctor closer and closer, closer and closer, he could feel it, hurtling towards him, so close... Nearly... There...
Clara broke their kiss with a gasp, and brought her lips to his ear. In a hoarse breath, she whispered. "Do it".
And with a groan, the First unleashed all that pent up seed deep inside the Impossible Girl's cunt.
"Bravo! Ah ah ah!" laughed and clapped the other Doctor behind them, with his low voice. "That was good, that was very good! What do you think, love?"
"Impressive" replied another, female, voice, who made Clara turn her head in surprise. A stunning blonde woman had entered the room, stark naked, her slender, elegant body a silhouette of grace against the glass. Her tits were perky and her ass perfectly shaped.
"My dear Romana" the First Doctor graciously welcomed her, kissing her hand, while he did detach himself from Clara. "I see you've taken up our offer of a plus one."
"You know me, Doctor. I'm always willing to try out new faces" winked the woman.
While the old man exited with a gesture of goodbye to Clara, Romana walked towards the brunette - and this time, Clara did feel a little intimidated. The former (or future) Lady President moved with a grace and a posture worthy of a Queen, and while she wasn't unfriendly, she did have that aristocratic pose that somehow put everyone in their place.
"So you're the famous Romana" Clara tried to retort. "The Doctor speaks ... fondly of you."
"And you're the Impossible Girl" Romana replied. "I was curious to meet you. Have you something for me?"
"For us, you mean" added the Fourth Doctor, and Clara realized she was surrounded. In front of her, stood Romana, imposing and majestic, her clean-shaved pussy glistening; behind her, Four's hard cock, veiny and ready, rested against her cheeks, oozing with precum and brushing against the butt plug. A smile tugged on her lips, followed by a shudder.
"So this is a couple activity now? Two Time Lords at once?"
"Good girl" smiled Romana, while Clara found herself push to kneel on the shower floor, cock and pussy on her eyesight. "Now, pick your poison."
"Meat or sweet?" the Doctor joked.
"God, it's like choosing between heaven and utopia". Joked Clara, biting her lip, looking between both delicious looking opportunities to get her oral fix. The Doctor's cock throbbed, while Romana's pussy dripped. After several moments of helpless considering, she finally made her choice... and grabbed the Time Lady's meaty thighs, practically slamming her face between them and spearing her tongue inside that oozing, bald cunt. Despite the powerful attack, Romana merely responded with a soft, luxuriant hum, pushing her fingers into Clara's brown locks and starting to stroke them.
As the Impossible Girl's tongue began to lick and lap and push deep inside her, Romana responded to the ministrations with all the grace and elegance expected of a Gallifreyan aristocrat. She smiled, broadly, closing her eyes to bask in the pulsations of pleasure each twirl and thrust that the human girl's appendage created inside her. With a deeply enchanted sigh, she spoke, her voice not quavering in the slightest despite the carnal euphoria enveloping her every sense. "Mmm, she's very good. She must have quite the well of experience..."
"Ahhh, well, I did take the liberty of swapping a few stories with some of the older chaps, the ones she's travelled with. Seems her tongue's introduced itself to half the universe by now". The Fourth remarked, stroking himself slowly to the sight of the two women at play.
"Oh, like who?"
"I'm told she and Jane Austen got along very well..."
"Is that so?" Romana raised an eyebrow, giggling slightly as she felt Clara's tongue flick against her clit. "I wonder how she tasted? Perhaps we ought to go and see for ourselves, after this is over?"
"Oh, you'll hear no complaints from me. Perhaps we can stop by the Bronte sisters too, I've been meaning to pay them a... visit".
The Doctor suddenly felt Clara's hand reaching out and grasping his cock. With another of his deep chuckles, he leaned back and relaxed as she started to stroke him...
"Multitasking ..." Romana hummed. "That's good. Yes, little slut, show us what you've got" she added, a tone of steel slipping into her voice, who made the Doctor chuckle.
"You are in for a ride, Miss Oswald ... When Romana gets out her dominatrix side, nobody is safe anymore ..."
As to prove this, Romana's hand on Clara's lock got stronger, and her push into her cunt fiercer. Clara could only take it in her stride, which she did, her need to control everything for once shut up. If she had to lose it to everyone, then she'd happily give to someone like Romana. Her efforts on her clit redoubled, Clara lapped and twirled like crazy. She didn't forget the Doctor too; while it was tricky stroking him without seeing him, it was nothing impossible.
"Yes, yes, yes ... you do that" Romana hissed and growled. "Tend to us both, yes ... make it hard and ready for your arse ... oh yeah" she half screamed and half asserted "that is going into your arse in a moment, you dirty whore, you naughty Messaline ... you like that, do you? You'd take cocks in your ass all day long, eh? You'd take me if I had a toy, eh? Yes, you would ..." and she went on like that, moving her hips so Clara could bury her face even more into her pussy. Behind them, the Doctor just grinned and grinned, eyes glinting with anticipation.
This went on for some minutes more, before Romana once again took charge and went and sat on the bench, spreading her legs. "Come here" she ordered Clara - and she obeyed, crawling on all fours, her tongue aimed at her glimmering pussy. The moment they were connected again, Romana raised her legs and closed them around Clara's head, extending them on her back and trapping her.
"Well, Doctor, you know what you have to do" she winked at him. "Oh, and give me that butt plug before you go in. I want a taste."
"But of course, my darling". He rumbled, his teeth flashing in one of those mad grins that never failed to make Romana's loins tingle, even now. Kneeling down behind Clara, he reached out with his large hands and grasped both her fat cheeks, the sheer peachy meat of them oozing between his fingers as he split them apart, revealing the plug, swallowed up to its base in her gaping arsehole, her sphincter pink and puffy around it. Grasping the rubber toy delicately, he slowly began to pull it out, inch by inch, Clara's entire body trembling as her anus squeezed at the pink cone as it was slid out. Finally, with a little pop, it was out completely, and the Doctor presented it with a flourish to Romana.
The blonde took the pink rubber cone with a gracious smile, her nostrils flaring as she took a big sniff of pure, Oswald arse. "Ooh, that's delightful... No wonder so many have fallen in love with your arse, you little whore".
"I can definitely see why from back here". Chuckled the Doctor, who was still spreading Clara's cheeks. His long, girthy cock, with its crown of brown curls, pressed into that gaping crater of an anus, and just like every penis that had pressed against it before, it opened for him with ease. His entire length was swallowed inside Clara's backdoor black hole, her sphincter instantly squeezing around him, whilst her insides hugged his veiny length as it began to slide in and out, with short, hard thrusts that made her arse jiggle and the PLAP, PLAP, PLAP of his hips meeting her cheeks fill the entire bathroom. "Ooh, I can definitely see why now!"
"That's it, there's a good little strumpet..." Purred Romana, extending her tongue and licking a long stripe up the length of the butt plug, closing her eyes and basking in the taste. "Holy Rassilon, that's good... Mmm, every part of you is good, isn't it? You were made to serve Time Lords, weren't you, you Terran bitch? Aren't you such a good little slut for your betters?"
"Mmmmhpph."
"Sorry, what was that?" asked Romana, taking her legs away from Clara's mouth so that she could speak.
"I ... said ... Watch it, milady" Clara growled.
"Kitten got claws, eh?" Romana purred, engulfing her in her thighs once again.
"What should we do about it, Doctor?"
"How about ..." he mused, only slightly slowing down in his thrusts. "An endurance test. If she does make you cum in ... three minutes, she gets a strap-on and the chance at one of your holes, of her choosing. If not, you take a strap-on and she gets a DP, eh?"
"Perfect, my love. Did you hear that, pet?" Clara moaned into her cunt. "Then, get on it. The countdown starts now."
And although her mouth was muffled by the squelching, sticky lips of Romana's cunt, Clara's eyes narrowed as she thought to herself: "Bring it on".
With a groan, she pressed her face as deep between Romana's thick thighs as she could go, squashing her head between the twin pillars of pale, jiggling meat. Her lips practically sealed around the Time Lady's clit, and began to suckle loudly and proudly, the wet sounds of worship filling the ears of both Gallifreyans. A powerful moan suddenly ripped from Romana's throat, taking herself by surprise, as a fresh explosion of pleasure went off deep within her gut, finally cracking that elegant, put-together exterior that she tried so hard to keep up. The real slut beneath was finally coming through.
And all the while, the Doctor continued his pounding, ramming back and forth into Clara's battered guts, hearty grunts escaping between his clenched teeth as his balls swung forward and slapped into her own needy little clit. His large hands travelled upwards too, finding those hanging, heavy, swaying breasts, which he began to squeeze and play with, pinching her hard, wet nipples and sending sparks of pleasure arcing through her body. Clara wondered if he was trying to help Romana, they were a couple after all, but it mattered little. She had the Time Lady in her grasp.
Romana knew it too, as her eyes snapped open and her jaw dropped. She could feel Clara's tongue, that masterfully skilled appendage, swirling around her clit, like a tornado, getting faster and faster. Each new swipe made her hearts beat faster too, until it felt as if her whole chest were about to burst. There was just... so... much... No, no, no, she was a Time Lady, surely this Earth girl couldn't... Wasn't going to...
"O-Oh, oh... OH, CLARA!" Romana suddenly screamed, squeezing her thighs and clutching Clara's face between them, holding her still as her pussy spasmed around her tongue... and several long gushes of sweet nectar came spraying out.
And that's one Clara grinned, still lapping at the nectar - a little surprised to notice it was strangely familiar. She had no memory of ever tasted a Time Lady, and yet ... but she had no time to think about it, the Doctor’s thrusts in her arse reminded her she still something left hanging.
"Come on then!" she panted, raising from between Romana's legs and turning towards the Doctor. "Fill my arse! I need one in this hole now!" And she even began fucking him back, every ounce of her strength put to good use. Her arse went up and down, swallowing the cock, engulfing it in a warm vice; she even jiggled a little, making her bottom-flesh shake and tremble.
"Yeah ... good ... that's good ... you little minx ... you slut ..." the Doctor exhaled, eyes closed, hands on her tits. "Good to know my future is in safe hands ..."
"You mean your cock! This monster, this beast! Oh give it to me, make me cum like the good slut I am! YES! YES!"
"Take it all, you whore! Here ... here ... now ... YEAAAAH!!!"
And a torrent of semen spurted from the Doctor’s cock, flooding Clara's guts, painting it white deep inside. Clara shuddered and shook, eyes lit with lust and mouth open - coming very close to cumming. Two Time Lords were quite a lot, after all.
"Thanks, Scarfy, I needed that."
"Anytime. Has been a pleasure."
"Oh, it's not over. Let me grab a dildo, I want to see how milady here takes a cock."
"Then I think I had perfect timing" said a black man, stark naked, leaning against the entrance of the shower with a strap-on in his hand.
"Oooh, now you..." Clara cast an appreciative, ogling gaze up and down the toned, muscular body of this new, young Doctor, licking her lips as she took in the sight of his impressively long cock hanging between his thighs too. "We are definitely going to need some more alone time after this is over".
"That can be arranged. For now though, honey, why don't you introduce yourself properly to Romana there?" He gave the still trembling Time Lady a grin. "Half the universe has already".
"I'll see you later, Romana. Have fun, my dears". The Fourth bade them goodbye with a wave, and left with one of his booming laughs.
Clara took the offered dildo and strapped it around her hips, spitting on her hand and smearing the saliva across every inch of the girthy rubber cock to get it nice and lubricated. Then, she looked to Romana, and nodded to the wet floor of the shower. "Alright, your Ladyship, you remember the deal. Get on your hands and knees".
With a small moan, Romana did as she was told for once, assuming the same position that Clara had just been in. Her smaller though still plump cheeks were promptly spread by the Impossible Girl, who observed the tiny, pink pucker of the Time Lady's arsehole with unabashed hunger. It looked hardly used at all, especially when compared to her own black hole of anus. That would have to change. Gripping her rubber cock, she slowly steered it forward and pressed the tip right up against Romana's pucker, instantly making the blonde stiffen. "O-Of course that's the hole you go for, you... arse obsessed whore..."
"You're one to talk, calling me a whore". Clara gave the Fifteenth Doctor a grinning glance. "Half the universe, you said".
"And I'm barely even exaggerating". He chuckled in return, his cock stiffening at the sight of the two beauties about to go at it. "Shall I tell her about Duggan, Romana?"
"Don't you dare!" Hissed Romana, blushing madly.
"Oh please do!" Clara retorted. "But first, could you please shut her mouth? I like them to be silent."
"No, you don't" laughed the Doctor. "But alright". And he kneeled in front of Romana, the long, black appendage dangling. He took it in his hand and aimed it at the blonde's mouth - that stayed shut. "No offense, Doctor, but I'm not sucking you just to please her".
"Be warned, Your Ladyship" Clara purred, tip of her dildo pressing against her anus. "Either you open, or I'll make you."
"Don't threaten me, you human tart-" Whatever else Romana was ready to spit from her pink lips swiftly morphed into an open mouthed gasp as Clara made good on her promise, and pressed her dildo into the Time Lady's arsehole. Her tiny sphincter, despite its practically virgin status, still parted to the force of Clara's thrust, the domed head lodging itself inside her. Romana started panting, her mouth hanging open, as she said. "Y-You bitch, you-"
Her words were quickly stifled as the Fifteenth slammed his own hips forward, and speared his entire cock into Romana's mouth. She moaned in protest, her throat bulging with his girth, but he merely laughed as he started thrusting in and out of the saliva slick lips of the future Lady President. Compared to her anus, Romana's throat was practically sloppy and loose, though it still had a definite tightness to it still.
"So!" The Fifteenth began, grunting a little as he felt Romana's throat squeezing him. "We're in Paris, on holiday, but I've had to take a pop back to old Leo Da Vinci's day cos of some business with the Mona Lisa. And Romana here, she doesn't like to do go even a single night without getting stuffed... So, she turned to this new mate we'd made, a real himbo hunk, called Duggan..."
"Naughty girl" Clara smirked. "She's been bad?" she asked.
"Very. She started dropping small hints, like leaning against him or posing suggestively. And you wouldn't you believe it, he was embarassed; tried to put up a fight."
"And she wouldn't let him?" asked Clara, pushing her dildo a bit more. Despite her tone and words, she was being gentle (she knew for experience first anal could be painful if not done properly).
"No, she wouldn't" the Doctor grinned, affectionately caressing her hair. "She became blunt. She undressed in front of him, waving her arse and licking her tits. Her body was new, and as you know very well, post-regeneration energy needs discharge".
"Yeah" Clara grinned, remembering her first shag with Twelve, the energy that he poured in fucking her arse. "And he finally gave in?"
"Not in the slightest. She had to literally fishing it out of his pants and... Ow!" the Doctor lamented, as Romana's jaws closed around his penis just enough to hurt him slightly.
"Ah-ah! Bad slut! No biting!" Clara reprimanded her, slapping one of her cheeks. "And let me hear the rest!"
I'm going to get you for this, Romana told the Doctor over their telepathic bond.
Romana glared up at the Doctor, her pale, round face flushed a bright red and not just from the lack of oxygen thanks to the cock lodged in her throat. It was obvious she was embarrassed, but despite that, as Clara skimmed her fingers across the lips of her pussy, she found them to be dripping even more than normal. Clearly, even though one part of the usually dominant Time Lady was outraged by this treatment, another side of her, the dirty side, was secretly relishing in it. With a chuckle, Clara slid her hands upward, pinching one of her nipples, which were as red and hard as winter berries.
As the future Lady President of Gallifrey let out a squeak around the Doctor's cock at the spark of electric pleasure that sent through her, Clara started thrusting again, faster and harder, really slapping her thick rubber length deep into her bowels, having judged that she'd been properly stretched and widened by now. As she did this, her own big tits jiggling with the slams of her hips, she looked over to the Doctor. "Well?"
With a smirk, he continued. "And she got to work straight away, slammed that whole thick dick straight down her throat. Only, poor old Romie here forgot her throat was brand new, it wasn't as... loose as her old one had gotten and..."
Romana growled around him, but he merely stroked a thumb across her cheek. "She ended up choking. Proper bad too, spluttering and coughing and spitting, and well... That kinda put the lid on anymore romantic endeavours for the moment..."
He made another thrust into her throat, stifling another annoyed huff, chuckling as he stroked Romana's blonde locks. "Hey, no shame in it, babes, we've all gotta start somewhere. Besides, me and Duggan made it up to you after everything was sorted, didn't we?"
"Oh, I can imagine!" Clara grunted, giving another deep thrust into Romana's arse, making her cheeks jiggle. "Whew, that was a hard clench, your Ladyship! Something tells me you're close!"
Are you? the Doctor asked Romana over their telepathic bond.
Yeah Romana replied, annoyedly. She is that good, I'm afraid. But I'll be damned if I don't come out on ... tooop! she managed to finish, before a pang of pleasure shook her.
Anything I can do to help? the Doctor asked, caressing her hair. One for her, one for you ... he is called par condicio, he explained, as he watched him with scepticism from underneath. Her face was reddened by the effort and the pleasure, her eyes watery with the strength of keeping the orgasm back, but she did have their flame in them that he loved so much.
Convince her to let me lie down and spread my legs. The moment she kneels, I shall trap her between my legs. Then, her arse is all yours. Made her cum as she is on top of me, at the same time as me ... and you get to paint our faces white. Don't worry, I'll keep her into position.
Gosh, I missed you.
I know. Now be a good boy.
At once, Madam President!
"What?" they heard Clara ask. "Are you alright? You've gone all silent on a sudden."
"Oh Clara, babes, we are more than alright! We are great! We are fabulous! We..." He winked at her. "Are ready for the next round!"
"Next round?" Clara raised an eyebrow.
"Yep. I was thinking, let Romie here lie back, spread those legs of hers, so you can slam in real deep. That should get her finished real quick. Fancy it?"
Clara narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion, but the imagery he had conjured in her head was just far too tempting. So, licking her lips, she slowly slid out of Romana's arse, leaving her freshly gaping anus puckering and twitching in her wake. Romana quickly slid around onto her back, lying there staring up at Clara with a look of utter supplication and submission to her rubber monster cock. At any other time, this uncharacteristic expression would've set off alarm bells, but the sight of that pink little pussy glistening between the Time Lady's massive thighs overrode every other instinctive in Clara's head besides: Fuck. Laying atop Romana's slimmer body, Clara leaned down and locked her lips into a searing kiss, spearing her dildo deep inside her at the same moment. Romana moaned loudly, but despite the pleasure, she still managed to hold on... and enact her plan.
When Clara was buried up to the hilt inside her, her legs suddenly sprang into action and wrapped around her hips, trapping there. Clara broke their kiss to give a confused little moan, which quickly morphed into a squeak as she suddenly a thick new intruder tickling around her gaping arsehole. She barely had time to realise she'd been outfoxed when the Doctor rammed himself inside. "FUCK!" She screeched, her bowels flaring with pleasure, whilst Romana moaned from the friction. "Y-YOU TWO-"
"Never think you can outwit Time Lords, you human whore". Purred Romana, stroking Clara's face. "Now, Doctor, be a good chap and finish this bitch off, and cover both of us in that delicious seed of yours".
At her order, the Doctor started a frantically pounding pace, his hips becoming a blur as he slammed into Clara's arse with all the fury and power of a runaway freight train. Her fat cheeks wobbled like jelly in an earthquake, as the schoolteacher bent her head and just held on for dear life as she was completely and utterly fucked. And all the while, she heard Romana's delighted giggling laughter as she was finally back in control, at least for a little while longer. Clara's orgasm came with a hoarse scream ripping through her throat, followed swiftly by a high pitched squeal from Romana, as both of their cunts spasmed and squirted juices across the shower floor. Half a second later, the Doctor pulled his cock free of Clara's cratered anus, and aimed it like a hosepipe straight at both of them. The two girls barely had time to open their mouths before a long geyser of cream was splattering straight across their wide-eyed, flashed round faces.
"Well ... that was fun" Clara heard Romana say. The Time Lady had regained her previous composure, even with the Doctor's sperm all over her face - sperm she was licking and slurping as if it was champagne. After a moment when she didn't know what to do, Clara burst into laughter, and as soon as Romana let her go, rolled at her side, panting and smiling.
"We should do it again, Your Ladyship. You're a great sparring partner."
"Ooh, look at you two bonding" grinned the Doctor fondly. "Aren't you just ... amazing?"
"Shut up you traitor!" Clara playfully retorted. "I had plans for you later!"
"Sorry, babe, next time" and he winked, extending a hand to help her stand. "Because there will be a next time, I promise you. Just not today."
"Yeah, I know" Clara sighed, casting a look of regret to the black, flaccid cock dwindling empty between the Doctor's thighs. "Well then, I'd better do a proper shower and get ready. Before the next of you comes in, I want to take a look into the wardrobe."
"Good idea" the Doctor echoed her.
"And if you don't mind, I'd have a few suggestions. I see some picture of you and, darling, you were fabulous on the Orient Express dress. Seriously, it took all my willpower not to bend you over the console and take you there."
"Is that so?" Clara purred. "Why then, I shall consider it."
"I'd go with the Middle Age dress too," suggested Romana, also getting up and grabbing a towel. "I've seen some pictures and you were smashing."
"Isn't she always?" the Doctor asked, patting Clara's arse affectionately. "Well, my dear, we'll leave you to your shower and dressing up. You can keep the strap-on, if you like. And of course" the Doctor picked up the butt plug, sniffed it long, kissed it gently and handed it back to her "this is yours, I believe." And with that, the Fifteenth Doctor trotted away, swiftly followed by Romana who turned and actually thumbed her up before leaving.
"Five down, twelve to go. Good luck, Miss Oswald. Keep it up!"
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