ONE
-Planet:  St Renard.

-Earth Year 2670
-Humanian Era.

"According to my studies, the average boy of the mid-2000s has the stamina to quite comfortably have five more than decent orgasms in a.... hmm... 6-hour period.  And they said human potency was decreasing!" -- The Rani

 

Leopold Square was winding down now, almost empty except for a few minor hordes of businessmen creeping off to the subway.  Leigh Maher watched them scuttle away through the evening shadows and yawned.  Nothing much to do these days except for wait tables and skulk in bars, waiting until you had some money for a decent drink.  Surely there could be an exit ramp, some way he could launch himself into a new and exciting life?  Unfortunately the only such career that occurred to him was that of Space Pirate, and he was too decent and amiable to fit that bill.  Maybe he could live like a cartoon character, travelling in a camper van and solving mysteries...  Nah, there weren't enough mysteries.
Suddenly a mechanical wheezing filled the air, echoing and groaning like... something very odd, possibly trapped in a well.  A few electrical sparks danced under one of the trees which surrounded Leopold Square, and with a wooden 'thud!', a blue box faded into existence, topped with a flashing light.  Leigh blinked.  The spectacle was too out-of-the-way for anyone to be paying for the special effects, and it looked too elaborate to be a prank of any sort.  Perhaps he was dreaming.
Before he could continue on that train of thought, the door in the side of the blue box burst open, and a short, dark-haired figure bustled out, closely followed by a tall, heavy set young man in a kilt (kilt?), and a rather timid-looking girl of about 19 years.  Leigh craned forward, though they were already within earshot.
"St Renard!" the shorter man proclaimed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.  "Now Jamie..." he called to the boy in the kilt. "You come with me, I have an errand to run."  The girl frowned at them both, but neither seemed to notice.
"Now Victoria, I'm sorry my girl, but the neighbourhood we're going into might be too dangerous for you..." the smaller man handed the girl a thick wad of Renardian notes.  Leigh raised an eyebrow.
"If you'd like to go shopping, or whatever, here's some money...  Or you can stay in the TARDIS, it's your choice."  The girl accepted the notes and thanked the man, but he was already rushing away with the boy across the Square.
"Doctor!" she cried out to him. "Thank you!"
He turned to nod to her, then he vanished amongst the long shadows.  Leigh sneaked up behind the girl, who was pocketing the notes, a little-girl-lost expression on her face.  She looked out across the Square, her eyes resting on The Golden Hammer, a bar across the road.  Leigh coughed.
"Eeep!" the girl gasped, and whirled to face Leigh, who held up a pacific hand and smiled his most winning smile.
"I'm sorry," he apologised, "I just saw how you, uh... appeared in that box..." he indicated the new blue box under the tree.
The girl grinned self-consciously, shifting her weight from foot to foot.  "Umm..."
Leigh tried to relax his own posture a bit in sympathy, and the girl smiled nervously.
"That's... that's the TARDIS.  It's the Doctor's space-ship.  We travel around in it... My name's Victoria."
"I'm Leigh."
Victoria eyed the boy over.  He seemed a little different, but he was rather... nice.  "You... you can call me Vicki!" she squeaked.  'Oh god, what an idiot...' she thought.
"Okay Vicki." he smiled, and looked away, seeing across the road the same bar which Victoria had laid eyes on before.  He shuffled uncomfortably.
"Umm... would you like me to show you the bars?".  He dodged eye contact, grinning ruefully.  'God I'm awful...' he thought to himself.
Victoria looked thoughtful for a moment, then darted in next to Leigh and held his hand.  "That would be lovely." she said, in as even a voice as possible.   She walked briskly to keep up with the boy, who was already moving across the Square, towards the Golden Hammer.
She looked him over again as they walked through the streaks of shadow left by the skyscrapers.  His slightly too-long reddish-brown hair looked very sweet, and he had a certain understated charm... she sighed audibly, but tried to cover it with a cough.   Leigh frowned her odd hiccup.  'I need a haircut,' he thought, 'and I sound pretty clumsy too. I won't be going anywhere with this one...'

 

"Hello there young man!"
The store clerk looked up from his work to see two strange figures waiting expectantly in front of the counter.  The smaller of the pair smiled patiently.
"Oh!  Um, sorry.  How may I help you?" the clerk stammered.
"Aye," the taller figure in the kilt (kilt?) spoke up. "We're looking for a book on the, er, Blin... Blindo..."
"A book by Arlo Blinovitch." the little man cut in.  "I believe I have an account here, under the name of 'John Smith'?"
He smiled politely as the clerk clattered the name into the keyboard.  He nodded when the login for the name appeared on-screen.
"Yes Doctor, you have a membership here," the clerk said to the Doctor. "If you would just look down into the lens on the desk, it'll scan your retina-print and you will be free to use your account."
The Doctor's face fell.  "Oh dear." he mumbled.

 

"But really, they were the funniest looking things!" Victoria laughed, swaying a little on the bar-stool.  With an 'oop!' of surprise, she slipped too far to the right and fell against Leigh in a friendly, if somewhat drunken, fashion.  He smiled evenly, but inside him, the wolfish nature of his lust cheered him on.  'Go Leigh go!'
"They looked like knights in armour made of pickles!" she giggled piercingly.   "or cactuseseses..." she suggested more quietly.
"It's 'cacti'." Leigh whispered, but Victoria had finished her drink and was staring blankly at her glass.  She blinked owlishly.
"I need a room, the Doctor won't be back until tomorrow."
Leigh stared at her for a moment.  This could not be.  Such things simply did not happen to him!  Shaking, he turned to the bartender.
"Duncan, can she use the room upstairs?"
The bartender smirked at Leigh.  "Sure, Room 4 is free.  You should go up there, show her the ropes, as 'twere.  Harharhar."
"... Thank you Duncan."  Leigh rolled his eyes and turned to the rather inebriated Victoria, who was mumbling about some sort of chameleon circus, or something. "Come along Vicki, I'll show you your room..." he brought the subdued lass to her feet and she stumbled against him as he guided her upstairs.
"Harharhar."
"Shut up Duncan."

Victoria popped into Room 4, closely followed by Leigh, who was clearly having an internalised fit due to his repressed urges.  Victoria swayed over to the window and closed the curtains, before taking herself off to the mirror.  "I should get some rest, I feel quite odd..." she sighed.
"So, um, wha--" Leigh cancelled his question and stared at Victoria, who was unbuttoning her shirt... and... removing it...
'I hate to use repulsively hoary colloquialisms,' his subconscious whispered to him, 'but this girl is really putting a rail spike in our trousers.'
He watched the luscious curves of the girl's breasts bob as she leant down to undo the straps of her shoes and kick them off.  When she pulled off her skirt to reveal a glimpse of the very tip of the white-clad triangle between her legs, Leigh's erection was undeniable.  The fallen hem of her deep-green slip would do little to make him forget that appetising sight.  She smiled cheekily to him and slinked over to the bed, which she proceeded to curl up on.  There was an infinitesimal pause as Leigh racked his brain.   He found her playing was more endearing than seductive, but she was already attractive enough to him without even trying...
"I'm supposed to say something clever here, I know." he croaked.
Vicki propped herself up on her elbow, drunkenly attempting to be more suave.
"Fancy a... shag?" she tested the new word out in her mouth, inaudibly whispering it to herself a few times.  She wrinkled her nose, disappointed with it.
"Well...  Let's just have sex then!" she whispered saucily.   Yes, she liked that better.
Leigh smiled.

 

The machine beeped angrily at the Doctor, who hopped back apprehensively.
"It dinnae likes you, Doctor?" Jamie grinned.
"No Jamie, it seems it does not..." the Doctor reached into a pocket somewhere on his person and revealed his new sonic screwdriver.  The clerk shook his head.   "I'm sorry, no electromagnetic or sonic tools allowed near the desk, sir.   There's sometimes a glitch in the ID system, if you'd like to look at the lens again..."
The Doctor looked rather grim for a moment.

 

"Ooh, this is grand!  What do you want me to do with it!"
Leigh watched dumbfounded as Victoria bent over his lap and held his erection in her warm little hands, studying it like a child studies a pretty new insect.  He took the opportunity to look at himself with fresh eyes.  His length was no greater than the average, but he did seem wider than most, so that was compensation.
"Well, I... uh, you... there's traditionally, like, kissing and licking and sucking and... general oral... teasing..." He stumbled over his words.  Victoria responded by primly planting a moist kiss on the tip of his cock.  He gasped as she planted more kisses all over his glans with her wet lips.  "Oh god, you're such a tease!" he sighed, feeling the exhalation of breath against the tip of his cock when she giggled as much as he heard her.
"tease?  tee-ease..." she breathed the word, her lips brushing against his prick, making it strain forward and perk up to touch her.  Leigh got up onto his knees, creeping a hand along Victoria's silk-clad back.  She squealed in red-faced embarrassment when his hand stroked down the crease in her panties made by her two full buttocks.  Leigh's free hand touched Victoria's face, incidentally keeping her lips torturously close to his penis.  She smiled -- he even felt that -- and opened her lips, slipping half the glans into her mouth and suckling on it greedily.  He twitched and gasped, holding her there.  His other hand stroked the delicate surface between her anus and her sex, to tease her in retaliation.  The fabric was more damp below the plump strip of flesh he was touching, but for now the fun was in touching her just short of where she wanted.  He couldn't last much longer, surely...  As his tormenting fingers slipped back along her rump and hooked a thumb into the waistband of her panties to remove them, Victoria's tongue darted up to caress the opening of his cock, and he ejaculated, emptying the thick, creamy reserve of his come onto her face and tongue.  She laughed in excitement at his release.  Leigh looked down to see her rub a smear of come off her cheek with the back of her hand, and lap it up into her mouth.  She grinned to him and spoke: "Well where else should I put it all?"
Leigh touched his chin in a 'thoughtful' pose with one hand, while his other stroked the newly bared flesh just behind her sex.  "Oh, I'm all wet there now!" she squealed out in embarrassment.
Leigh chuckled. "... well, that could be a good thing!" he exclaimed.   Gleefully Victoria clambered up onto her knees, and discarded her slip.  He admired her plump breasts, with their puckered, erect nipples perking up from comparatively small aureole.  He held her hips to take a look at her sex.  One line of dew trailed down her inner thigh, beading the tight black curls of the dark little jungle shrouding her mound.  When his gaze returned to her face, she gave him her little-girl-lost look.
"I... did I spend you?" she asked breathlessly, supressing a giggle.
Leigh smiled.  "No, of course not."  He didn't need to say any more, his penis was still fiercely erect for her, standing in a stiff, thick arc.  She still looked uncertain though.
"Leigh, I... don't want to get... in trouble..."
Leigh nodded and reached into the pile of his clothes at the head of the bed.  He retrieved a hexagonal green tablet, which he swallowed.
"Don't worry," he reassured her.  "I'm on the pill."

 

"Look, it is most important that I purchase this book!"
"I'm sorry sir, you will need to match your account profile to buy a book."
"But I... regenerated..."
"Psst, Doctor!  I still have my dirk, you know..."
"Put that away, Jamie!"
"Och, this clerk fella is stubborn!"
"Mmm, yes.  I think we should call it a night, I'll look for the book another day..."

 

Victoria gasped as the head of Leigh's cock pushed through her pubic hair, through her luscious outer lips, and began to press into her virgin sex.
"It's... it's huge!" she protested as Leigh pushed his glans against the barrier of flesh in it's way.
"No," he sighed ruefully, "It's probably just rather wide..."  He kissed her affectionately and murmured 'This might hurt..."
Victoria nodded, but still she screamed when Leigh broke her hymen down.  His upper body reeled from the sheer pitch of the sound, but he was careful that he remained at her entrance.  What a scream she had...  He regained his equilibrium and leaned forward, pushing her down with him to lie on the bed.  She grunted and gasped in either pleasure or pain at the end of each of Leigh's deepening thrusts.  With a final 'ugh!', Victoria arched her back and began bucking back up closer to the boy.
Leigh cuddled against her as he pushed his shaft in and out of her very tight passage, reaching around behind her and squeezing her buttocks so fully that his index-fingers nearly penetrated her tightly-puckered rear opening as well.  She giggled at that and drew her legs up to curl around him, locking him against her.  They jostled roughly but rhythmically in the confines of each other's embraces, Leigh pounding his rampant cock into Victoria's fresh virgin pussy, Victoria's plush inner muscles hauling Leigh's organ back inside her body greedily.
They jousted against each other in a fierce rhythm until Leigh could take no more.  He held her buttocks and spread them, pushing her sex against his pelvis so that all she could do was grind against him.  The feelings of her body and the sounds of her gasps sent him off the scale, and his cock spurted a second grand load of thick, warm semen deep into her vagina.  The new substance changed the feelings inside for Victoria, and she choked on another piercing scream of glee as she climaxed, clamping on Leigh's shaft and milking him until her inner muscles tired and she sank into a lazy contentment.   Leigh shifted over to be next to her, and stroked her breasts in his hands, kissing her .  Thye were silent for a long while, until Leigh kissed her one last time and whispered "You were excellent for your first."
"So were you..." she sighed, and they fell asleep side by side.

 

"Well, I'm afraid that was pointless!" the Doctor exclaimed, irritably patting his pockets for the TARDIS key.  "What a waste of time, we couldn't even get the book, could we Jamie!"
"Nae, we couldn't." lamented Jamie, who was trying to hide a mildly amused smile.  Victoria wasn't really listening.  She sighed and twirled a flower in her hand, watching the petals spin.
"Where'd ye get that flower?" Jamie asked curiously.  Victoria turned away to wave to someone sitting next to fountain.  It was a boy, his expression somewhere between pleased and melancholic.
"I just got it from that boy..." she replied to Jamie's question.
"Aye." nodded Jamie, inwardly cringing a little with jealousy.  Where had she been staying last night?  "Oh well." he mumbled to himself.
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door and rushed the two youths inside.  Victoria stopped to wave goodbye to the boy in the Square again, blowing a kiss this time before heading inside.  The Doctor smiled to himself as he walked into the console room, contemplating the days when he still had time for romantic pursuits.  Daring escapes through bedroom windows in the Citadel, the female students of Time, impressed by any boy with enough roguish charm and devil-may-care attitude.  Simpler days.  For a brief moment he wished he was back in those times again, but he stopped himself short.
"What you're doing out here is important too." he reassured himself, as he flicked three switches and made the TARDIS disappear from the face of St Renard.
"Very important indeed."