Norman's Time

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Norman’s Time

(Time Travel, Mg, Incest)

In every generation there are a select few who rise above the ordinary and stand out for their marvellous creations. From whatever walks of life they originated, their inventions lifted them to notoriety by improving the lives of everyone else. From the invention of the wheel to the incandescent lightbulb, from the steam engine to space travel, there have been countless inventions that have driven human civilizations from the stone age all the way through to the present day. Some theorized inventions however, as amazing as they may sound in fiction, have stubbornly eluded inventors for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

It was long believed that it if a person travelled faster than a horse could gallop, they would surely turn inside out. So, their surprise when ordinary people started travelling faster than the speed of sound is understandable. In the late nineteenth century it was found possible to harness the power of lightning by generating electricity, and yet once upon a time it was likely thought impossible to tame fire. Imagine if you can, how people in generations gone by must have felt about nuclear fusion. It was once thought madness to believe that our planet was a sphere, until people were able to travel into space and see it for themselves. But time travel… only time can tell where that might lead.

Chapter One

“Oh yeah.” Moaned Norman as the bed had squeaked beneath him. “That’s good. That’s... oh look at that, that’s perfect.”

A small girl’s pussy filled the screen of his laptop. Not merely a petite woman, but that of a preteen girl of maybe eleven or twelve. The camera was zoomed in on it, close enough to see each strand of fine blonde hair on her vulva and the tip of a cute little clitoris. A man much older than the girl, held her down and was wiping his cock along the tight little slit of her cunt.

“Yeah, go on.” Norman urged, speaking to the screen as though the couple in the video could hear him. With a firm grasp of his lubricated dick, Norman pumped his hand up and down it’s shaft in wanton desire to achieve his own satisfying climax. “She wants it in her.”

Norman was under no delusions. He knew that watching child pornography was illegal and he understood what the consequences would be if he was caught, but he was a paedophile. It wasn’t something he could control or simply switch off, and he had to come to terms with that. Yet, back at the start, there had been a choice. Norman could have deleted all those old files when he’d found them, and he could have taken a very different stand.

But Norman had been young, horny and full of curiosity on the day he had discovered the porn collection on his dad’s old laptop. It was one of the few things Norman had left of his father, other than the name they shared. The fourth in the family line to be christened Norman Norbert, he had given in to the urge. One by one the files had been opened, too many to count. At first, he’d just skimmed through to discover what they were, but soon he’d been hooked.

Norman massaged his hand along the length of his cock with practiced ease and an ever increasing physical urge to ejaculate as soon as possible, but he had plenty of time and he wanted to enjoy the peaceful moment a while longer. The man in the video had finally impaled the girl with his prick, although only with its swollen head. The rest protruded from her for the sake of the camera, with a ring of moisture forming around it. The definition of the recording was exceptionally good considering the age of the video and that of the laptop too. He didn’t know how long his father had used, but Norman was certain that it was older than him, for Norman had only been three when he was taken from his parents and placed in care.

A noise distracted Norman’s gaze from the screen, a deep wheezing noise as though someone else was in the room and was gasping for air. It was a loud crash somewhere outside that caused him to spring from the bed though, sending his laptop flying. Alert, he spotted a blue light flickering around the edge of the curtains, but as he rushed to look out on the street below, it disappeared. There was nothing there when he looked down. Nothing except the garden, the road and the usual selection of parked vehicles. The wheezing sound was getting louder though, as if it were getting closer and the room started to shake. A photo frame fell from the bedside shelf and clattered to the floor.

Norman bolted from his bedroom and out onto the staircase. In the entrance hall below, the old grandfather clock struck the hour with the same deep, metallic gong that it had always had. Norman blinked, rubbed his eyes and upon seeing double he blinked again. For a moment he thought he could see two clocks, identical, stood next to the other. He touched his forehead and groaned at the absence of his glasses. His spectacles would have been most useful in that moment, but through blurred vision didn’t even notice the refrigerator until he’d descended the stairs.

“There you are.” A voice called from behind him. “Quick, get in.”

“What?” Norman asked, turning sharply to look at an old man standing next to him. “Who are…?”

“No time, get in.” The strange man insisted. He was shorter than Norman, slimmer too and his wrinkled skin appeared to sag from every bone on his body.

“In what?” Questioned Norman in confusion as a hand pushed past him and opened the front of the refrigerator. If Norman had seen it, his mind hadn’t registered it, for there was no logical explanation for a refrigerator to be stood in the centre of his entrance hall. “In there?”

“Yes, in there.” The old man insisted, motioning to the fridge. It was a simple, freestanding white refrigerator, unremarkable really, except that it was standing on the tiled floor of his hall, instead of a kitchen or utility room. In some ways, it looked a lot like his own fridge, the one from his kitchen, it was even the same brand, except he didn’t remember there being quite so many wires hanging out the back of his. “Look, you don’t have time to argue and neither do I. You’ll just have to trust me.”

“I don’t even know you.” Norman protested, trying to focus his eyes upon the stranger.

“Damn, I should have known you’d argue!” The man exclaimed, pushing Norman toward the fridge. “Fucking idiot, how did I not remember.”

“What?” Norman grabbed the edges of the fridge as he was forced against it. The old man was stronger than he looked. “Wait, I’m never going to fit in there.”

“Yes, you Norman.” He was told. “Your life depends on it.”

“My life?” Norman grappled with the sudden revelation. “What the fuck is this?”

“You’ll figure it out.” He was told. Norman’s body was squeezed into the fridge, which was otherwise mercifully empty. If it had been his own fridge, he would never have fitted in any way, shape or form. For in his fridge, he kept cartons of milk, fruit juice, a whole tray of salad stuffs. He was trying to remember if he still had a loaf of bread in there, or if he’d eaten it, when the fridge began to shake.

Chapter Two

“Hey, let me out of here.” He cried, but to no avail. The door was wedged shut and as much as he tried to open it, the thing refused to budge. As if in retaliation to his banging upon the interior, the fridge made a deafening howl, as though it were a little boy screaming over a grazed knee. An asthmatic little boy, for the fridge then seemed to wheeze and groan at the same time. The only light that bled into the cold interior of the machine crept through a small gap in the door seal. It wasn’t wide enough to get his finger into it, but Norman could see the light outside pass through many different hues of colour. He pressed his eye as close to it as possible and saw what looked to be the inside of his house, except there were no walls, no doors or ceiling. People appeared to flit by, faster than was naturally possible, buzzing around like flies, but oddly, as though they were moving in reverse.

In a moment, they were gone. The house was gone, deconstructed from around him. The house next door was still standing, kind of. It had no roof, and less than an instant later it had no wall. He blinked and it too was gone, just a bare patch of ground where it had been. In its place, trees had appeared, a great many old oak trees. Through the narrow slit, all he could see were trees. More were appearing as he looked, several that had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up of their own accord. Time was passing backward, impossibly flashing by before his very eyes. Or rather, just one eye, for the other could see only the silver insulation of the inner refrigerator wall.

Norman wondered if he was dreaming. Perhaps he had hit his head and passed out. It was all too much for his simple mind to comprehend, and he tried to focus on what he did know. The man had forced him into the box like machine, shorter and older than him, weird and angry, yet there was something familiar about him. It was strange what the mind focused on in a crisis, and what it remembered without noticing it at the time. For although Norman had never seen the old man before, the stranger seemed to know exactly who Norman was. It didn’t seem possible, and yet his house had disappeared and trees had stood up. What seemed impossible before, simply didn’t make sense any more.

Frustrated at being trapped in a cold metal box, Norman tried one more time to break free. He used his legs, kicking against it with as much force as possible, and finally the door swung open. Unceremoniously, Norman clattered out and spilled onto the forest floor. No longer was he in the comfort of his home, and yet the refrigerator didn’t seem to have moved at all. There had been a lot of shaking, sure, but it hadn’t moved. He wasn’t certain how he knew, but there was something about the place around him that suggested that he was still exactly where he’d been when he had been pushed into the fridge. What had changed, was time. He had seen it, the people moving backwards, the house coming being taken down brick by brick. It had all happened so fast, and yet he had seen it. Without his glasses, his eyesight wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t trust what he had seen, even if he didn’t understand it.

A kind of instinct kicked in as he pulled himself to his feet. The sort of instinct that told him that he needed to find shelter, and more immediately, he needed to find food and water. Curiosity though, led him to gaze about the refrigerator. It looked ordinary enough from the front, but there were any number of wires hanging out the back, and they drew his attention to a large electrical device that seemed to have been rigged and strapped onto it. The object was like nothing he had seen before, except maybe in a comic book. It had a triangular shape at its centre, a pulsing light with three spokes coming off it. A name for the device came to mind, something Norman had heard in a film, but it sounded ridiculous and he dismissed it just as quickly as he followed the wires around the machine, searching for a way to restart the fridge and get back to where he had been before.

Norman was distracted by a noise behind him, something he couldn’t immediately place in the forest he had found himself in. A stray thought sent a prang of dread through his mind as he questioned just how far he had travelled back in time. With nothing but trees and a distant hill for reference, it was difficult to tell. He could be thousands of years in the past, millions even. It didn’t sound like an animal though but may haps a person. The idea that someone else was there in the forest still concerned him and he spun on his heals to see where the noise had come from. It came again, drawing him away from the fridge and into the woods.

Norman thought better than to call out, unsure what sort of person could be out in such a place. A hunter maybe, certainly someone armed, he imagined. Curiosity drew him further among the oak trees. He trod carefully, minding not to rustle the leaves too much or loudly snap a fallen branch. Closer, he could make out that the noise wasn’t so much of a threat as it first appeared. Instead, he began to get the sense that someone was crying, or even in distress. Then he saw her. From just the corner of his eye first, crouched on a log between two great thick trees, but as he approached cautiously, she became clearer to his short sighted vision. It was a girl, sobbing quietly on a chequered blanket. He’d nearly passed by her and had strayed closer than he’d intended, for which he cursed again not having his glasses. The girl looked up suddenly, glaring straight at him.

“No, it’s alright.” Norman called to her as the girl’s face filled with fright. For an instant he thought that she might scream, or bolt from him. “I won’t hurt you. I just came to make sure you were okay.”

Chapter Three

“Are you the new pastor?” The girl pouted. She was a petite thing with long brown hair that flowed over the shoulders of a floral white dress. “You’re not going to tell my dad, are you?” Norman shook his head, curious and confused as she was clearly mistaking him for someone else. “Why aren’t you wearing trousers?”

“Oh, fuck. Erm.” Norman had looked down instinctively and found only his bare legs beneath the shirt he’d been wearing. There he was, standing half naked in the middle of a forest with a beautiful young girl, for he had to admit that even at first glace she was attractive. “I left them on my bed, erm…”

“That’s weird.” She laughed, spreading a wry grin across her freckled face. “Where are you from?”

“Erm.” Norman hesitated, wondering how best to explain it and realising he couldn’t. He wasn’t exactly sure himself. He waved vaguely in the direction of where he’d left the fridge. “Over that way.”

“Ashford?” She asked, suddenly curious. “You came all the way here like that?”

“No, not exactly. I…” He looked back over his shoulder, expecting to see the town right behind him. He had come from there certainly, his house was on the new estate on the edge of the city, but it was still part of Ashford. There was no sign of buildings though, just the rise of the hill, and countless trees. He should have been able to see the hyperport, or the university campus from there, but nothing. Of course, those places, they’d only been built in the last decade or so, at least from his point of view. There, in whatever year he’d arrived in, the city obviously hadn’t spread that far. Perhaps it hadn’t yet become a city at all. The old town lay in the river valley, four or five miles from where he lived. Somehow, he had travelled back to a time before the area around him had been urbanized. “I was…”

“Camping?” She guessed and Norman nodded. That sounded like a far more rational explanation than anything else he could think of as he moved closer, and he couldn’t readily explain how he’d arrived in a fridge. Maybe he’d landed in a time where they didn’t even have refrigerators yet. That could be awkward to explain, so he figured camping would cover it best.

“Hey, you’re not wearing any pants.” Giggled the girl as she looked up at him standing next to her. She was a lot younger than he’d first though, maybe her early teens at most. In fact, she reminded him of the girls in the old porn videos he’d been watching. “I can see your willy.”

“Yes, sorry.” Norman shrugged. A naughty, very erotic thought had crossed his mind and he could feel it swell through him, turning him on. There was something mischievous in his mind, telling him that an opportunity was presenting its self, one not to be missed. The girl had a comely appearance, so very young and innocent, exactly like the girls in his dad’s old porn collection. Norman knew what he liked was wrong, like eating a forbidden fruit, and he’d never had any intention of trying anything with a real underage child, not really. He couldn’t stand the thought of being caught, of being paraded through the legal system branded as a paedophile, even though he knew it was true. But he wasn’t in his own time, he wasn’t even sure what time he was in, or if they had such strict laws there, and he had the perfect escape. All he had to do was jump back in the fridge and fly back to the future, or somewhere else. “I think it likes you.”

“Oh. Can I…?” The girl’s eyes widened brightly as she stared at my exposed crotch. “Can I touch it?”

“What, really?” Norman glared at her in shock. It was what he wanted, sure, but he hadn’t expected it to be easy. “Yeah… yeah, of course you can.”

“It’s warm.” She grinned gleefully as her outstretched hand reached gingerly around it. Her fingers wrapped around its shaft and Norman gasped at the euphoric sensation it caused.

“Oh, fucking hell.” He mouthed as an unexpected wave of pleasure washed through him. Her slightest touch upon his manhood caused a deeper connection than he had ever have experienced with his own hand and he knew in that moment that he could have what he wanted most. It probably wouldn’t last, but he was certainly going to make the most of it. “What’s your name?”

“Anna.” The girl replied, not lifting her eyes away from his penis. She gazed upon it hungrily, as though she’d long see one and his was his first.

“I’m Norman.” He offered in return, wondering how exactly he had stumbled upon such luck. It was perfect, he could fuck the girl and get away with it. If she wanted it, and she seemed keen, it wouldn’t even be rape, so his conscience would be clear. She was rubbing her hand around its length, squeezing it playfully and exploring every inch. “Have you done this before?”

“Yeah.” Anna replied distantly, concentrating as she pealed back my foreskin. “Daddy lets me play with his sometimes.”

“Really?” This surprised Norman. It was the way she had said it, as an afterthought, as if it was completely normal for a girl her age to be stroking a guy’s cock, and she played with her dad’s penis too. Norman had heard of father and daughter incest happening, there were thousands of stories online and sometimes in the news too, but he’d never met anyone who admitted to it. But then he hadn’t asked either. “Do you do anything else with you daddy?”

“Yeah, of course.” Anna looked up at him and shrugged. “I help daddy on the farm all the time, and we play games together, watch films, you know.”

“No, I meant...” Norman found himself looking deep into her golden brown eyes and felt as though he could get lost within them forever. “I mean with his willy. Does he put it inside you?”

“Oh that. No.” She frowned and looked away, as though he’d hit a nerve. “I know he wants to, but he says I’m not ready.”

“I see.” Norman felt as though there was more to it than that, for she had tightened her grip on his shaft and was massaging it with more vigour than before.

“But I am ready.” She replied, suddenly glaring up at him, and Norman saw a passion in her eyes that hadn’t been there a second before, like he’s somehow lit a fire behind them. “I’m thirteen, so it’s not like I’m too young, and he did it with Sophie, I saw them. Which is silly because she’s only ten and can’t even kiss him properly.”

“Wow, err. That doesn’t seem fair.” Norman reeled, feeling sensations within himself that’s he’d not experienced before, perverted thoughts filling his mind with the mental images of a man fucking a ten year old. Conscious of his surroundings, Norman scanned the trees again to make sure they were still alone. The only sounds were birds chirping among the treetops and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. “Is Sophie your sister?”

“Yeah. Well kind of.” Anna shrugged in reply. “She’s adopted. Lucy and Dasha are too, and Frankee, but I’m not.”

“Maybe that’s why.” Norman offered. He placed his hand on her head and felt her soft hair between his fingers. Somehow touching her hair made it feel so much more real to him, for he’d been starting to wonder if he was dreaming. “Maybe because you’re his only real daughter, he thinks he can’t with you.”

“But he’s my daddy, not theirs.” Anna protested. “I should be... with him inside and... it’s not fair.”

“Hey, cheer up.” Norman consoled her. “I’m here now, and I’ll do it.”

“What, really?” Anna’s eyes shone with instant delight at the suggestion, and then faded just as quickly. “Oh, but I can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, confused. He was so close, she had both of her hands around his cock and everything was going better than he could have imagined.

“I’m not allowed.” Anna said, withdrawing her hands as tears streaked down her cute, freckled cheeks. “Daddy would kill me if I did it with someone else. I’m not even meant to... he doesn’t like me talking to men. I shouldn’t have... but you were here and, you know, your thing was out and he’ll he so mad... I can’t.”

“Come on, of course you can.” Norman sat down on the log next to her, panicking, and tentatively put his arm around her. The woollen blanket felt soft, but slightly damp against his bare butt cheeks, as though it had been out there a while. She didn’t move, but he could feel her slight body trembling. “You’re right, it’s not fair. Your dad isn’t being fair to you, fucking your sisters but not you. But he’s not here, is he. Your sisters aren’t here, we’re alone. It’s just you and me. And you do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, wiping a tear away with her sleeve. “I guess.”

“Good.” He gave her a warm smile and squeezed her tenderly with his arm. “Because I really want to fuck you too, so you’re going to dry those tears and we’re going to have sex.”

“Like, now?” Anna asked hopefully, sniffing back her tears.

“Yes, now.” Norman grinned. He’d pulled her closer to him and through her dress, his hand grasped at a rounded mound of flesh that he hadn’t expected. Perhaps because she didn’t wear a bra, he hadn’t noticed her breasts hiding under the dress, and when she didn’t pull away, he gave it a gentle squeeze with his fingers. Before his gaze as squirrel scuttled across the undergrowth and scampered up a nearby tree.

“Come on.” He urged, pulling her hand from her lap and placed it back on his erection. Norman wasn’t sure what he would do if she refused, he didn’t want to force her, but his greatest desire had been so tantalisingly close, it had seemed like the perfect crime, he couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t let it all slip away from him. One way or another, he had to make it happen. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

Anna didn’t say anything in response, but she didn’t resist either. Norman held her hand around his cockhead, waiting for her to grip it again as she had before. When she didn’t, he took it upon himself to move her hand up and down a bit, masturbating himself with her hand. He kissed the top of her head, for sat next to him, she was clear foot shorter than him, and suspected that she wouldn’t come fully up to his chest if she were to stand next to him.

“What’s the matter?” Norman asked her, certain that he would regret it, but not wanting to feel like some kind of monster. He wasn’t relishing the thought of forcing himself upon Anna. Norman knew that he could if he had to, but it felt empty, as though just the thought of it detracted from the accomplishment. He’d often dreamt of taking a young girl’s virginity, and of loosing his own at the same time. Still, he wanted it to be perfect, and somehow raping her to achieve it didn’t feel quite so perfect.

“I want to do it.” She admitted eventually. “I do, but... I’m scared.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Norman told her softly, looking upon the innocent Lolita like girl in his arms, as though she were a doll to play with. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Its not that.” Anna shook her head meekly.
“Its just, if Daddy sees your stuff on my chest, he’ll be really mad.”

“Your chest?” He asked, momentarily confused until he realised what she meant. He’d seen it in porn films, where the guy pulled out at the end and squirted his sperm over the girl’s body. He guessed it was done just for the camera. Shooting strands of sticky cum onto a girl’s silky soft skin was far more dramatic than ejaculating inside her, but in his opinion, it was rather a waste of sperm. “No, its alright. I’ll cum somewhere that he can’t see it. It’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

Chapter Four

Having convinced Anna to let him play as he had hoped, he spread the blanket on the ground and coaxed her to stand upon it. He positioned himself in front of her and admired the beautiful curves of her body with both his eyes and his hands. She had been reluctant at first, not least because she thought he’d had a tent nearby or somewhere they could go to do the deed that wasn’t just on the ground. It had taken effort to convince her that the forest was the most private place available, and if they went anywhere else, they would surely be seen. It was probably the truth too.

By comparison, it was far less difficult to take off her dress. Once she was committed to having sex with him, she became far more compliant, following his instructions when asked, which included allowing him to pluck the pretty white dress from where it had floated around her knees, pulled it slowly up her torso, over her head and off. Each movement revealed more of her delectable little body, where narrow hips held up her matching white slip panties. He knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra though, and his eyes delighted in the view of her breasts as they were exposed.

Two incredibly unblemished tits stood out from her body in perfect proportion to her size, with plump little nipples upon their tiny areola. Norman had seen women’s breasts before, mostly in films and television shows, but all the girls he’d seen in his dad’s old porn videos had flat chests. He had to admit, he preferred younger, smaller girls to adults with big breasts, especially detesting the ones that sagged or were pitted with stretch marks. Anna’s chest though, seemed to combine the best of everything. They looked amazing.

Norman couldn’t focus on her chest for too long as the dress came off though. He knew it was rude to stare anywhere but into her eyes and he’d nearly been lost in those before. Her face had a symmetry to it that he’d not really noticed before. Her freckled cheeks practically glowed as she anticipated what he was going to do next. The dress dropped to the blanket between them, catching upon a string of slick preseminal ejaculate that hung from the end of his penis, swaying freely in the breeze.

It felt only right, having removed her dress, that he should get naked too. All Norman had on was his shirt, but he pulled it off dutifully in the interest of fairness. Then, with nothing else to get in his way, Norman reached out with both arms and pulled her close to him. Her small body was warm as it pressed against his, and she felt much lighter in his grasp than he’d expected. Those little rounded nipples touched against his belly, just below his ribs, and her head tucked neatly under his chin as he kissed the top of her head.

“Lie down.” Norman instructed tenderly but found that he was pretty much leading the way as their legs buckled beneath them and both bodies crumpled onto the blanket. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as though fanning the fire of passion that formed such a powerful lust that he could not resist any longer. It was a brutal, carnal desire that powered his actions as he mounted her small body and looked down upon it. A knee sank into the blanket on either side of her and he sat back on his ankles, watching his erect dick sway like a divining rod over her exposed crotch. The slight curve of its length gave it an imposing form as it settled, and he wondered if he would actually be able to fit it inside her.

His attention though, was drawn first to admiring the place that he soon intended to defile. A narrow slit, with a neat fold around her clitoral hood made the whole thing look pristine. Knowing that it was untouched made it even more enticing to his manly nature. She had a small tuft of curly hair around the top of the pubic mound, but otherwise there was nothing more than pale fuzz around her young vulva, making it look just like a peach, juicy and ripe for the picking. There was a thin sheen of moisture along her labia too, betraying the maturity of her adolescent desires.

Norman eyed her flat belly, the simple indentation that funnelled down to her navel, akin to the swirling shape of a maelstrom whirlpool. His hand clutched at his cock absently as his gaze settle upon her breasts, still plump and delectable in both their shape and size, although slightly less pert as she laid her head back upon the chequered woven blanket.

If there was anything more delectable than the silken smooth skin of a young girl, Norman could not imagine it possible. Her innocence was engraved into every cell of her body, he could sense it and his heart burned in the knowledge that he would be the one to unburden her of that innocence, to make a woman of her. He had to have her, he yearned to feel himself inside her, to swell within her and experience the ecstasy of her naked body pressed against his in the throws of passion. Norman pulsed with desire as the sensitive head of his cock stroked along the tight little slit between her legs.

With her thighs clenched together, there was hardly access to the entrance he endeavoured to find. So it was that Norman engaged his hand to the task of spreading them apart, first pausing to grope over and around her vulva, to feel with his own delicate touch the most private parts of her body. He felt the very tip of her clitoral gland against the print of his forefinger, touching it as gently as he could manage until it made Anna gasp for air. She smiled back at him as his finger grazed the tender most opening beheld naturally by her slender form.

With a gap formed between her legs as much from coercion as loving care, Norman found it easier to dig his fingers between her labia, to feel the hot moist flesh around that little hole where he fully intended to thrust his engorged penis. Not that it was much of a hole, but more a deeper slit in the soft tissue between the folded lips. Norman guided his long, thick cock over it, spreading his slimy precum around the entrance to her little vagina.

He could smell her now. Not just the subtly sweet fragrance of her hair, but the full, intoxicating scent of her gender, rich with pheromones naturally produced to entice him in. Even if Anna was still reluctant to accept him, her body was aroused and telling him quite the opposite. He pressed closer with each pass of his cock around her maidenhood, until he felt the gland find the perfect angle to push into that tiny slit and poked inside of her.

Once the head of his dick was in, there was no stopping the rest of it from entering, working his way deeper along the narrow canal. Anna squealed and bucked as he eased himself in, her knees rose from the ground and gripped tight around his hips and forced him to pin her down so as not to slip out of her. The sensation of her tight vagina around his cock was overwhelming, coursing ripples of pleasure through his entire body as she squirmed beneath him. It was like nothing he’d ever been able to experience with his own hand, or even the silicone masturbator he had hidden under his bed.

“Ah, fuck! That’s...” Norman groaned as he felt the orgasm wash over him, tightening every muscle and locked him in place as the first shot of sperm ejaculated from his body and into hers. It was too soon, for he’d barely managed to get his cock into her. There had hardly been time to enjoy all the pleasurable feelings that sexual intercourse could produce. His cock pulsed, squeezing out a second drop of his semen to fill her with his seed. He didn’t want it to be over when he’d only just begun. He was still full of energy and he wanted more. “That’s so good.”

As his muscles eased off and the orgasm faded, Norman coaxed his body back into motion, pressing himself down upon her and rocking his hips back and forth to rekindle the primal sensations he’d felt when he’d entered her. Anna cooed and moaned beneath him, biting her lower lip and encouraging him on. Norman imagined his semen riding the wave of ejaculate, plunging deep into her body as he fucked her youthful body.

With luck his sperm would find a nubile egg nestled inside her, waiting to be fertilized. There was something arousing in such a wish to impregnate a girl, especially one so young. It was possible, he knew, even if he would eagerly claim otherwise to her, and the thought of creating a child with a girl so young was a truly pleasurable thought, almost as devious as the passions he’d felt when scheming to force himself upon her if she had resisted.

It was fortunate for them both that it had not come to that. Norman didn’t like to hurt her, but more than that, he didn’t want her to hate him. Either way, what he was doing would be considered rape, regardless of whether she had consented or not, for the law believed that she was too young to legally consent to any sort of sexual activity. In his time, there had been a minimum age of 21 and there had been a lot of talk of that being too young, but he wasn’t at home He wasn’t sure what the minimum age had been in the year he’d arrived in, but he was certain that it hadn’t been thirteen or anywhere close.

Somewhere, off in the distance, Norman heard a noise, but he paid it no heed. His surroundings had blurred, become almost inconsequential as he focused only on Anna and making himself cum inside her again. He had not noticed the rain that had begun to fall, rustling the canopy above and sending thick drips of water down to splash on the ground around them.

“Stop. Shop.” He heard Anna cry as he continued to fuck her with everything he could muster. Her left fist pounded at his shoulder until he paid attention to her. She might have used her right as well, but he had that pinned by the wrist with his hand. “Stop, you’re crushing me.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.” Norman gasped and pulled back. So entranced in the rhythm and motion of fucking the girl beneath him, he had not thought for anything else and blushed to realise that she could have been calling to him for much longer than he’d realised. He pushed himself up on one hand and found that he was panting breathlessly, his words broken by a need to breath between each, but he slowly managed. “You know, it might be better if you go on top.”

It took a bit of time to organise, repositioning himself to lie down upon the blanket on his back, and convince her to sit upon his lap, but they got there. His erect cock slipped from her, it was unavoidable, and it was covered in a think layer of slimy juices as he handled it. Soon though, she managed to lower her self onto it, impaling her cunt upon his shaft. Norman looked up into her deep, dark eyes and saw her grinning back. He saw her beautiful breasts jiggle as she shifted her weight, bouncing upon his cock as he held her by the hips.

On top of her, he’d not even been able to see more than the top of her head and a mass of hair. With Anna sat atop, with her legs astride him as though she were riding a horse bareback, he had a much better view. He regretted not thinking of it sooner. He could see every beautiful part of her pale naked body, tracing every curve of flushed pink skin from her face to her thighs. He could also see the rain falling. Despite the shelter of the trees, cool drops of water gently landed upon her and streaked down her body. Norman watched for a moment as several drips ran from her hair and down over her breasts, one just missing her right nipple.

Looking down his chest and over his rounded beer belly, he could see clearly where his dick disappeared inside her. Norman could also make out the little hood of flesh at the front of her vulva that covered her clitoris, and as she reached the peak of her upward motion, he reached a thumb over to press upon it. Gently massaging over and around that tiny button was rewarded with a sudden coo from Anna and she began to simper with obvious delight spreading across her face. Norman reacted by thrusting his hips up to meet her body as it came down upon in, forcing his cock all the way into her until her labia slapped upon his scrotum. Deeper into her than he’d been able to achieve before.

“Oh... Oh... Oh...” Anna cried on each bounce as he pushed harder, bouncing her faster and fucking her for all he was worth. She was enjoying it, he could tell, perhaps even feeling the same great intensity of pleasure that he was experiencing. His cock felt numb, as though it were being rubbed raw and he expected that it would be sore later, but he didn’t care. Having sex was more fun than he ever could have imagined and knowing that she was just thirteen made it more so.

Anna’s grip upon his chest tightened, where her hands had grabbed for balance, digging her nails into his skin. Her face screwed up and her motion slowed as Norman realised what was happening. He didn’t stop himself though, instead pushing on as hard and as fast as he could, and he caused her to buck wildly and as her head shot back, staring up into the canopy above where the rain was getting harder.

Chapter Five

An eternity passed them by in that purest moment. Two bodies entwined together, two souls merged as though their every thought, every heartbeat occurred in unison. What they had shared was the most raw and natural form of intimacy imaginable. Naked as the days of their birth, engaged in the serene wake of that most carnal pleasure and every possibility that they had begun the process of creating new life together, surrounded by nature on all sides, drenched by rain that fell from the skies above. BANG...

The tranquillity was shattered in a violent flash of terror, scattering all manner of forest creatures in different directions and caused a flurry of wet leaves to fall upon them. The cause had been a shotgun, fired high into the canopy of trees. Anna bolted like a deer before a predator, scuttling backwards awkwardly as her spindly thin legs struggled to find enough purchase on the wet ground to stand upright. Norman froze in a moment of shock.

“Get the fuck away from my daughter.” A gruff voice bellowed from the trees behind him. A second shot followed, striking the log behind him and ricocheting from the tree behind. Norman hoped the assailant had missed deliberately but didn’t wait to find out. Faster than he could have thought possible, Norman was on his feet and running through the sodden undergrowth.

“No Daddy, don’t hurt him.” Norman heard his young lover cry out behind him. She said something else, something sentimental, but Norman didn’t hang around long enough to hear her. As fast as his legs could carry him, Norman ran for the refrigerator. Anna’s father was busily reloading his shotgun, overly angry at what he must have witnessed and hell bent on shooting his way to justice. Norman ran all the way back to the fridge, not daring to look back in case the older man fired at him again.

The white box was exactly where he’d left it, surrounded by tufts of long grass in a glade of trees near the edge of the forest. In the future, that exact spot was going to be his entrance hall, with a staircase leading up where a broad oak tree was proudly standing, and where its branch arched off to one side would be the doorway to his bedroom. Norman didn’t have time to admire it though, as he dived headlong into the fridge just in time. A gunshot rang out behind him, but his weight in the fridge destabilised the machine and it toppled backwards.

Norman had no idea how to work the time machine that had been built into the old refrigerator, so it was fortunate that as it fell back onto the floor, it somehow activated of its own accord. The door closed behind him, just as it was peppered with lead shot. Anna’s father had finally achieved a clean shot, only for it to be blocked by the protection of the fridge. The machine wheezed and groaned as it had on his first trip, before disappearing from 1995 and began racing forwards through time.

He had no control over the machine, it could have been taking him anywhere, and where the fridge had rolled onto its side, all he could see through the crack in the door seal was the bare soil. Soon though, soil became concrete, and then floorboards. The cramped space inside felt unusually warm and was getting hotter. Smoke began to fill the dark space until Norman coughed. He kicked at the door, panicking that he might surely choke to death, or if the fire somewhere inside were to spread, he could perhaps burn to death first. He kicked again and that time the door suddenly swung open.

Chapter Six

The fridge door opened onto a bright room that Norman instantly recognised as his own. There was his bed, with his laptop still open upon it. His trousers were still draped from the rail at the foot end, his boxer shorts wrapped inside out around one leg, exactly how he’d discarded them that afternoon after work. A video was still playing on the screen, another of his dad’s old child porn videos. Norman wasn’t going to watch, he’d decided he’d had enough of that sort of thing, at least for one day. But as he went to close the laptop, he saw the man in the video was sprawled on a blanket with a young girl bouncing up and down on his lap. The camera had zoomed in close to them, but he could make out from the forest a log between two old oak trees that looked remarkably familiar. The girl looked familiar too, although from the angle of the camera all he could see was her back, yet as it zoomed closer, he was sure. It was him. Norman was in the video.

For him, it a had only been a matter of minutes since he’d climaxed for a second time and filled that little girl with his cum. Then there had been all that commotion with her father and his shotgun, he hadn’t had time enough to think. Yet, he had been certain no one else had been there. He hadn’t seen or heard anyone, and certainly had no notion that they were being filmed. It seemed impossible, and yet there was the evidence on an old video. It looked to be the same quality as the others, perhaps from the same camera, and yet none of the others had been filmed in the woods. They’d all been filmed with the girls on a bed or a sofa, or something like that. A few had shown hay bales and some kind of barn. Norman felt confused as he watched himself climax again, exactly how he had before, except from a different perspective, like some creepy out of body experience.

A blank screen flashed up as the video ended and a word appeared. Big, bold, filling the screen. It said ‘NORMAN.’ His jaw dropped as the word was replaced by a photo of a girl, the same girl. The girl he had fucked. She had died her hair blonde, tied it back into a ponytail, but it was the same girl. Then, just as quickly, another picture appeared. The same girl was standing naked against a wall, naked except for his lost shirt, which hung open loosely over her shoulders and down to where she proudly displayed a swollen belly. She was pregnant. Pregnant with his baby, the words which appeared on the screen spelled it out for him. He’d done it, by chance he’d impregnated her. It had likely been weeks for her to find out, but for him it had been a matter of minutes. There was a time stamp in the bottom of the photo, the eight digits read ’12-08-1995’. For Norman, that day was thirty four years ago. He’d gone back to 1995, to before he had been born. Another photo appeared. The girl was holding a new born baby. Norman blinked at the screen, for there was his son in Anna’s arms. He had a son in 1995, born in the same year he had been.

“Fuck.” Norman said as he stared at the new born boy in the photo. He had seen the photo before, taken of him and his mother the day that he’d been born. An old, faded photograph in a frame that had long stood on his bedside cabinet. He glanced over to find it, but it wasn’t there. A brief rush of panic filled his thoughts as he scrambled across the bed to search for it. He need not have worried so much, for it had only fallen on the floor, but for an instant he wondered if somehow his entire past had been changed by his sojourn in time.

The photo looked exactly as he remembered it, as he pulled himself back onto the bed. It seemed odd that he should have the same photo, but as he held it up to the screen and compared the likeness, he was sure they were the same. Perhaps it was her hair, or the way the photo had faded and cracked that had made his mother look much older than she really was, but somehow, he hadn’t recognised her in person. Whatever the reasons, and he wasn’t sure he completely understood, Norman had inadvertently had sex with his own mother, and in doing so, become his own father.

Chapter Seven

9 Years later...

“Norman, darling.” A voice called up the stairs. Norman groaned as he stared at the laptop on his workbench. It had stopped working. In fairness it had become so old that it was to be expected, but no one made laptop computers any more and there were few spare parts around for them. He’d not used it in years, he’d not needed to since he’d been married, but for some unknown reason he’d had the urge to look at one or two of his dad’s old porn videos again. Perhaps it was nothing, or the result of an erotic dream he’d had that night, but he wanted to see that video of himself in the forest again.

“Norman, your dinner’s ready.” His wife called again. He had met Joanna four years after his unexpected trip to the past. She was much younger than him, only just twenty when they’d met, but she’d been more persistent than any woman he’d known and she didn’t seem to care that he was more than twice her age. In fact, she quite enjoyed it, and had joked many times that he could have been her father. Indeed, she confessed that in her adolescence she’d had a childish incestuous crush on her dad, and for a time, Norman had even enjoyed roleplaying in bed with Jo as dad and daughter. Having a wife that young to fuck every night had distracted his mind from his more youthful desires. But more than anything, she reminded him of his mother.

In some lights, his wife even looked quite like the little girl the day he’d had sex with her in 1995. Her cheeks were also covered in freckles and although his wife regularly died her hair, he suspected that her natural colour was a rich brown like Anna’s had been. He knew they couldn’t be the same person, for his mum would have been nearly sixty by now. He had tried to find her, but the last record he could find with her name on it was the registration of his birth. He’d visited the old farm on the outskirts of the city, only to find it has been knocked down and replaced by a shopping centre.

He found out more about his father though, Norman iam Norman the third, for there was a lot of information about his ownership of the farm and the adoption records for several children, all girls. Most prominently though, Norman found out that he had been arrested in 1999 and imprisoned for child sexual abuse and paedophilia. Norman thought often about trying to visit him in prison, but as time passed by, he found it harder to do so, not knowing what he might say to the man or how to explain it all. Norman kept that day to himself, hid away the laptop in his workshop so his wife wouldn’t see what was on it, and kept the whole time travel stuff secret. He didn’t dare mention any of it to his wife for fear she would not understand.

“Oh no, Anna. No, don’t touch that.” Norman cried as he was getting up from the bench. His wife had given him a daughter a year after they had married, and they had named her after his mother. She was a sweet child, but at three she was something of a handful. She had become fascinated with his workshop, a garage conversion he’d built after his time travel experience, in an attempt to reconstruct the machine. The fridge had been irreparably damaged, peppered with gunshot marks and much of the wiring had melted in the fire that had engulfed in on his way back to his own time. The device on the back was still in tact though, so he’d scrapped the old machine and tried remaking it using his own refrigerator. After four years of trying without success, and with the arrival of Joanna in his life, he’d given up.

“No, Anna, no.” He scolded her, rushing to catch his child as she opened the fridge door. How she had found it, covered by a tarpaulin and buried under a pile of junk, he couldn’t say, but she had an inquisitive and persistent mind like his wife, stubborn in so many ways just like Joanna. Norman reached to grab his daughter just as she was climbing into the empty fridge. He caught her in his arms just as he slipped on something loose on the floor. Her weight in his grasp caused Norman to topple forward, crashing into the fridge. It too, overbalanced from the force of his body landing against it’s back wall. The fridge fell backward and the door swung closed, trapping Norman and his daughter inside.

“Fuck!” The toddler began to cry, but the wheezing howl was louder. “No, no again. Not now.”

Norman kicked at the door as best he could, trying to open it, but he was the wrong way around and it felt like something had fallen on top of it, perhaps a whole shelf of stuff. The machine suddenly burst into life, in a way that it hadn’t for nearly a decade. Light began to flicker into the fridge, day, night, day. It became a blur as he struggled to turn himself and his daughter around. She was pressed to his crotch, her hand gripping his cock as she clung to him, screaming louder than he’d ever heard his little girl cry before. Finally, he managed to get some purchase on the door and pushed it open as hard as he could.

They spilled out onto a gravel path, and Norman found himself staring up at a large farmhouse, all boarded up. The place was overgrown and clearly abandoned, and a For Sale board lay rotting on the ground. He looked at his daughter and sighed.

Chapter Eight

Ten years later...

Norman watched his younger self climb into the fridge and took one last shot with his gun, knowing that it would miss. It had been many years since he had been the one being shot at, but he remembered it well. He also remembered the incredible sensations he’d experienced while fucking Anna that day in 1995, just before her father had arrived and started shooting with his shotgun. Impossible it had been then to know that the man shooting at him was himself, and all those years later he would be there to watch his younger self fuck his daughter.

Norman had named his daughter Anna after his mother, not knowing that they would turn out to be the self same person. That little girl of thirteen, had just lost her virginity to her own father without realising it was him. Norman had been careful with his daughter, making sure she remained pure and innocent for that auspicious day he knew would come. Travelling back to 1985 had been a shock for Norman, and he regretted not having his wife there with him for he loved her dearly. But as much as it pained him, he knew then what he had to do, and that meant resisting any temptation to fuck his daughter before it was time.

He had tried hard for the first few years, purchased the old farm house by winning bets on sporting events that he’d remembered the results of, and shut himself away from the world so as not to affect the timeline any further. But chastity really didn’t suit him and he hadn’t managed to find a girlfriend to satisfy his needs. A neighbour fell ill around that time and Norman took in her two young daughters to help. Lucy, the eldest girl was eight, the same age as Anna then, and the spitting image of a girl he remembered from one of his dad’s old porn videos. Norman’s self-restraint only lasted a few days before he gave in and took the girl to his bed. She was too tight to fuck properly, but it felt good for him to finally release all that built up tension.

He adopted the girls after their mother passed away, and Lucy became his mistress, sleeping in his bed most nights. Anna became very jealous of their relationship, but even though she acted out at times, she never tried to join in. Dasha on the other hand was two years younger, and at times it was awkward to satisfy his needs with Lucy without Dasha finding out, until one day he gave in and let the younger girl join them too. Norman started filming them together, recording them naked as they played with each other, he filmed them playing with his cock and he filmed himself as he took Dasha’s virginity.

He knew that Lucy told him all about their games and eventually Anna had joined them. Norman had filmed them sometimes but had been careful not to get involved whenever Anna was around, as he didn’t want Anna knowing he was having sex with both Lucy and Dasha. He adopted Frankee a Sophie a year or so later, as his girls grew older and there became a risk that he might get one of them pregnant. The older girls soon invited the younger ones, and Norman took immense pleasure in spreading his semen over their developing bodies.

And so it was that Norman created the porn collection that he would end up finding and watching religiously throughout his twenties and thirties, all those years in the future. Eventually the day came when his daughter would meet his younger self in that first brief time travel experience, and Norman knew he had to be ready. He set up his cameras mounted on the trees around the fallen log in the forest, which was part of the large estate of land that he had purchased with the farm. He then set to having sex with young Sophie in the barn, where he knew that Anna would see him. He smiled wryly as she ran away crying, knowing that he was playing his part in making history repeat its self, even as his cum soaked onto Sophie’s flat little chest.

“Its alright. I didn’t hurt him.” Norman told his daughter when the wheezing of the time machine had faded. They were both soaked through, the same rain that had fallen on him while they were having sex, had fallen on him again as their timelines had crossed over. “Don’t worry, you’ll see him again soon.”

Norman sat her down under the tree and explained.

Chapter Nine

He knew the day was coming. He’d prepared for it. The day he would be arrested, just like his father had been. Because of course, he was his father. He knew he couldn’t avoid it without breaking the timeline and causing a paradox that would result in him never being born... even as he watched his younger self, a mere toddler playing with a box of Lego bricks while he fucked the boy’s mum. That was the moment he saw the blue lights flashing through the window.

Norman had started having sex with Anna as soon as it was confirmed that she was pregnant. He hadn’t wanted to take any chances until then, but as soon as he knew that she was carrying Norman Norbert the fifth inside her, he couldn’t resist any longer. He’d had Lucy and Frankee film the moment, and the whole family had joined in by the end. He’d lost count of how many times he’d loaded those girls with his seed before his son had been born, and he’d given up caring about getting the other girls pregnant as well. For once Anna was with child, they all wanted one. Lucy gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and Dasha was carrying his child too when the police sirens had sounded outside.

The police cars pulled up in the driveway and could hear them getting out as he withdrew his semen covered cock from his daughter for the last time. He closed the laptop and stuffed it into little Norman’s nappy bag, then dragged his daughter downstairs, ignoring the cries of the other girl. He unlocked a cupboard under the stairs where he’d hidden the refrigerator time machine for all those years, opened the door and lifted his daughter into it.

“When you get to the future, follow these instructions.” Norman pointed to a sheet he’d pinned to the inside of the fridge. It told her to find him at the address he’d written, his old house in the future, and to bury the time machine under the fallen log in the forest. He knew it would still be there in the future because he’d been there and seen it. Although almost all the trees had gone and it had been turned into a park outside the shopping centre. “Oh, and from now on, you should call yourself Joanna.”

With that, he closed the door. Heard the familiar wheeze of the machine and watched it disappear, just as the police broke down the door.

Chapter Ten

15 years later...

Norman gazed upon his reflection in a mirror. He had grown old, for his body weary after the long years of imprisonment. He’d received a life sentence for his crimes, the judge had been unduly harsh by all accounts and Norman had little understanding of the legal system. He had managed to get his term shortened in review of his good behaviour, showing the proper remorse for his actions. But in all that time he had wondered about the old man that had started it all. The stranger that had appeared in his house one night at random and thrust him on a journey through time its self. That was, until he looked in the mirror for perhaps the first time in decade and saw the man he had become.

The stranger on that fateful night had not been a stranger at all. He had not introduced himself or give any sort of explanation, but then he figured that most people don’t when talking to themselves. Finally, at the end of it all, it made sense. Norman had used his time in prison wisely too, for he had studied the triangular device on the back of the fridge that made time travel possible. He felt confident that, with the right materials, he could make another one. All he needed to do was build it, and life behind bars had given him plenty of time to achieve his goal. He chose for his next time machine, something a little bigger more comfortable than a refrigerator to travel in.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise really, once he came to think of it. Everything in his life had been preordained by a circular pattern that had dictated his life from birth, becoming his own father and his own son with his daughter, who was also his mother and wife, just like his father and grandfather before him. Thinking about the consequences of time travel though, had only made his head ache. All he really needed to know was that there was one journey that he had left to make, a trip into the future to meet his younger self and start the whole cycle over again. Perhaps then he would find peace.

Epilogue

Norman was never able to find out what happened to his adopted girls, or the children he had sired with them. He expected that they had been taken into care, just as he had been. Perhaps they had been adopted again, their names changed and their past forgotten.

It was a different story with Anna though, for he knew exactly where to find his wife. After he had dug up the fridge that she had buried under that old fallen log, which was not an easy task at his age, and delivered it to his younger self, Norman took his new time machine forward. For her part, she had just been left all on her own, after her husband and daughter had fallen back through time to 1985, so Norman had every expectation that seeing her old father again would soften the blow. He hadn’t expected to end up in her bed that night, but she had asked and he couldn’t think of a reason to decline.

The End