Three Docs and a Babe
“If you’re horny, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle’s waiting
Come and jump on it
If you’re horny, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it.”
(Pony - Ginuwine)
Doc Brown was trying to save Hill Valley and worried about disintegrating by meeting his other self. But he couldn’t resist watching the past fly by… As his past self called him, he felt compelled to talk to the man.
“Excuse me, sir. Yes, you with the hat.”
“Who, me?” pretended the Doc from the Future.
“Yes. Be a pal and hand me a five-eighths inch wrench out of that toolbox.”
“I presume you’re conducting some sort of weather experiment,” said the Future Doc.
“That’s right. How did you know that?”
“Doctor?” said a feminine voice, staring at the two of them, aghast.
“Damn,” muttered the Doc from the past. “It’s that brat who keeps following me around. Distract her. I’m in the middle of something important.”
No cosmic reaction had happened so far. The universe didn’t implode. If it was supposed to happen, it should have happened already.
“I was really an asshole before! Emmett from the Past, she’s no ‘brat’!” The Doc whispered. “She’s the love of our lives!”
The Doc from 1955 stopped and stared at the Doc from 1985 to the girl, who stared curiously at the two.
“Who are you?”
“I’m you when I was a dimwit. Finish what you have to do, it is important. It’s when the Time Machine will be put to the test.”
“What the–”
But the Future Doc was already going towards the girl.
“You don’t remember me, Penny, but I know you… Very well.”
“Are you– How are you older, and here? With him?” the girl asked, shocked.
“You know I’m a scientist, don’t you, Penny?” said Future Doc.
“Yes. But I don’t understand.”
“You will,” he said, playing with her long, honey-amber hair. “I’m on a tight schedule here because I have to save the world, but I may spare a few hours. My other self is too stupid.”
The girl giggled.
A while later, the Doc from 1955 went to assuage his curiosity.
“Come here,” the Doc from 1985 towed the past Doc by the arm. “That little girl… She’s the love of our lives. And if you let her pass by your life, you’ll regret it.”
“Oh, not you as well, with those cryptic advice about the time! I guarantee you I can make do without her, Emmett from the Future.”
“But I can’t. And we’ll spend a few hours with her. I’ll teach you how to treat a woman. And you also must protect her.”
“Excuse me?”
But the Doc from the Future was already talking to Penny.
“Penny… You don’t have any reason to believe me. But can we both take you to our home and show you a good time?”
“What?” the girl asked, astonished.
“Nice!” exclaimed the 1955 Doc. “In the future, I’ll become a sex-offender!”
“It’s not like that! Penny… You know me. We won’t hurt you,” guaranteed the 1985 Doc.
“And you really are the same person? How’s that possible?”
“Remember the Time Machine you just watched leaving?”
“Yes?”
“So?” Future Doc tried to force a conclusion out of her.
The girl looked at the cranky version of the Doc.
“Don’t worry, I’ll use the occasion to train him as well,” the Future Doc scoffed.
“Well, I don’t understand, but… I’m up for it!”
“This is insane…” the 1955 Doc said, baffled. “I’m about to have a threesome with myself?”
The Doc from the Future had no idea of how much he missed the mansion he destroyed. As they entered the main room with its four poster bed with immaculate white curtains and silk pink sheets, the three of them stared at each other.
The Doc from 1985 had no time to lose.
“Penny, do you know how to kiss, baby girl?”
“I guess… I practised with girlfriends, once,” she confessed smiling and turning pink.
“That’s so hot, baby girl… Come here,” the older Doc kissed her gently, playing with her tongue and nibbling her lips. The girl moaned.
“Here, you try now,” he called a scared Emmett from the Present. “It’s all right. She doesn’t bite. Unless you want her to.”
She giggled.
“It’s all right, Doctor,” she stared at him with encouraging hazel eyes. “I want this. I’ve always wanted it,” Penny reassured him. “I’ve been watching you since I moved here to Hillbilly Hell. You’re the only interesting thing in this place. You’re smart, sweet and alone.”
She was lovely. He could see a constelation of freckles on her face. And yes, he was alone. Very much so. But sweet? Nervous, he tentatively traced the girl’s lower lip with his tongue. Penny took one of his lips between both of hers, teasing. Losing all control, he deepened the kiss, playing with one of her breasts as she gasped, throwing her head back.
“All right, big boy, don’t jump the gun,” the older Emmett pulled his hand away, as Penny giggled.
“I think you can leave now,” demanded Present Emmett. “I know what to do.”
The nerve! Penny was much as his as she was… his! Who did he think he was?
“That’s not how it’ll work. Penny’s the only priority we have, Emmett of the Present.”
The girl didn’t seem to care. She looked anxious, eager. And Doc Brown couldn’t waste time.
“All right, then, Emmett of the Present. Take off her T-shirt.”
Penny didn’t seem to have a say on anything. Ashamed, she allowed him to do as he was told.
“Good god!” The Doc from the Present stared at the shy girl trying to cover herself, forcing her arms open less gently than he wished to ogle at her. “Great Scott! This is fantastic! So beautiful!”
“Really? Do you really think so?” Penny asked, face aflame.
“Oh, we do,” said the Doc from the Future, lying the girl on the bed. “I know what you want to do, Emmett from the Past. I’ll have one and you have the other.”
They both kneeled beside her. As each one of them licked and suckled one nipple, the girl screeched.
“Oh my god! This can’t be real!” Past Emmett said, avidly licking and suckling.
“You wanna touch yourself, sweet girl?” asked the Older Emmett, as the girl cried ecstatic tears, trying to reach under her skirt. “Let me help you get rid of all those clothes,” he removed her skirt and panties. “Play with yourself, Little Girl. Let us watch.”
Emmett Brown from the Past could hardly believe there was a girl, a beautiful girl, pleasuring herself in front of him. This didn’t happen to someone like him!
“Are you curious, Young Emmett? Why don’t you play with her?” The other Doc placed his hand on Penny’s pussy and the girl gasped out loudly, squirting.
“Oh my god! Oh sweet heavens! Jesus!” he exclaimed, staring at his hand.
“I never thought I’d exclaim something like that,” said the Doc from the Future with a laugh in his voice. “Play with her, Emmett. She’s our doll, our queen. We must pleasure her.”
As he touched her pussy, exploring, Penny grabbed his hand and used it to play with herself. As she shook in an overpowering orgasm, she trembled with the aftershocks, as they both stared at her.
“What do you want to do now, Little Girl?” asked the Doc from the Future, as the other kept staring at his hand, pathetically.
“Do you know how to taste a woman, Emmett from the Present?”
“No. But I can learn!”
The Doc from the Past placed his head between the girl’s legs and started licking, nibbling and suckling.
“Oh, fuck! Fuuuuck!” Penny cried out, holding his white head for dear life. The other Doc kissed her, playing with her nipples. Penny gasped, shaking violently, as he licked her nipples, nibbling them. The girl screamed.
“Can I do that too?” asked the Young Doc.
“I don’t know. Ask Penny.”
“Not now…” she said, hoarsely. “Maybe later?”
“I can’t stay for very much longer…” said the Doc from the Future to Penny. “Do you want to play with us both before you make an important decision?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
“Then stand up, Little Girl,” he said, pulling her up as the other Emmett stood up as well.
“We’ll need to take off our clothes,” Future Emmett started, getting naked and anxious, as the girl bit her lower lip, hard, in anticipation.
What? No!” complained Younger Doc.
“She’ll like what she’ll see, believe me.”
“Yes! I know I will!” cried Penny, cheerleading.
They both were the same Docs. And even though the Doc of the future was much older, he probably had great genetics. Only he probably needed a bit more sun.
“Come here, Little Girl,” the Older Doc pulled her to him, as she stared at his shaft, astounded.
Two of those? They were going to kill her!
“It’s nothing like that, Little Girl. Don't look so scared," he pushed on her clit playfully a few times, making the girl’s legs shake as she gasped. “Good girl! Now, Emmett from the Present, embrace her from behind with care. No entering the wrong holes…” he joked.
“Well, maybe later,” Penny gasped with a laughter.
“Won’t I be a lucky bastard in the near future…” joked the Future Doc.
The Younger Doctor held Penny from behind, his shaft parting her asscheeks. As he caressed her breasts, the girl asked, panting.
“Is this really happening?”
“Now she asks,” said Younger Emmett, as he gave her neck and ears sloppy kisses and she trembled. The Older Doctor held Penny with one hand on her nape. As he pushed on her clit, Young Doc played with her breasts, featherlikely touching her pussy.
"God, please!" she begged, arousal trickling down one of her legs. The Young Doc touched her sticky inner thigh, whispering 'Great Scott,' proud.
"Now, be a good girl, Penny..." Older Doc said, close enough to her entrance as she gasped, knees giving way. Something seemed to have passed between the two Docs, as the older one nodded and the Present Doc started playing with her clit and Penny screeched.
"Do you like that, Little Girl?" Future Emmett teased, close enough to push into her, as Young Doc held her in place, so the girl remained in the sweetest agony. Penny cried out and begged, in despair and ecstasy. Young Doc chuckled, still playing with her as she came hard, all over his hand. Satisfied, he licked his fingers.
“Good girl!" Future Emmett praised, moving away and signaling his other self to do the same. But as the girl almost fell on her knees Young Emmett snorted a laughter, holding her. The other Doc chuckled, saying.
"Now Penny, you must choose… Who of us do you want to take your virginity?” asked the older one.
“Wow, you can be romantic!" she complained, trying to recover herself. "Aren’t you the same person? Can’t it be the both of you?”
“I don’t recommend both of our cocks being there at the same time. You might need some kind of reconstructive surgery…” said Future Doc, jokingly.
“You’re really funny,” said Penny, sarcastically, but jokingly. “Don’t you think it should be your younger self? I mean– really, look at me, finding this normal. I must have gone mad. Like the both of you!”
“All right then, Little Girl. I’ll be here to help you make a smooth transition. Lie down, baby girl.”
She did as he asked, and they both kneeled by her side.
“Wow, that’s amazing!” the girl said, touching the Future Doc’s cock as he hissed.
“Don’t provoke me now, Penny. Now you, younger me. Be gentle. Play with her to make her more comfortable. It has to be perfect.”
“No pressure,” muttered his younger self.
Penny looked even more receptive, encouraging him not to be nervous. But he was. As he pushed into her, as gently as he could, Penny gasped. He stopped moving.
“Great!” praised the other Doc. “Now, play with her. Let our Little Girl relaxed.”
“You can do this,” she gasped as he moved. “Or if you prefer, I can play with myse–”
“No!” he refused to let her do anything. Pleasuring her was his job. As he played with her clit, the girl’s legs quivered and she moaned.
“Very good, sweet girl,” Future Doc praised, kissing her sweaty forehead. Penny gasped, moving more quickly with his other self, playing with his blonde hair.
Future Doc was close enough for Penny to grab his shaft. He understood what she wanted at once.
“Oh, but you’re a kinky girl, aren’t you?” the girl licked his cock like a lollipop, as he penetrated her mouth, carefully. But Penny changed the pace to keep up with both of them. It was too much for the older scientist. Was that Penny crazy? She was so eager, so greedy, so nasty! He decided to come all over her tits and face, surprising her. He didn’t know if it was an aftereffect, but the girl came hard after that.
“Oh, baby girl!” exclaimed Young Emmett. “You’re so tight, I feel you clenching around me…”
Penny gasped loudly and moaned, as he quickened the pace. The Future Doc played with her clit, destabilizing the girl.
“Oh, good heavens, fuck! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” she came, almost losing her senses.
Emmett of the Present pulled her to him, crying out as he came inside her.
“Good girl, Penny!” 1985 Doc praised her.
Penny was exhausted, hardly able to breathe, just like Younger Doc.
“Penny, you should rest,” said Future Doc, kissing her hair. As he got dressed, he called his other self, “Walk with me, my past self.”
Present Doc dressed a robe and went after his other self.
“What the hell was that? Why did we do that to that sweet girl?” he asked, appalled.
“You must protect her, Emmett from the Present. She’ll die a few years from now. More precisely, ten years from now. I know I shouldn’t give you information about the future, but… We love her. I love her. You can’t allow her to… Die.”
“Emmett Brown from the Future, this wasn’t supposed to happen! Is that how I meet her? I don’t feel any attachment to her whatsoever! I know I owe her something now, but…”
“Don’t you dare! The way you meet her is of no consequence! You met her! You need to protect her for me. For you!”
“All right, Emmett from the Future. This girl must be very important to us both… I hope someday my feelings about her will… Change.”
“Let’s hope they will for the sake of the both of us. Take care, Emmett.”
“You too, Emmett… This has been… Educational.”
The Doc left, late, just in time.
Hopefully, his mission would be successful.
Both of theirs.
1955′s Emmett Brown stared at the girl napping on his bed. She opened her eyes and stared at him, inquisitively.
“You’re gonna kick me out now, right? I get it. I knew you would,” she kicked the covers, standing up. As she noticed blood tricking down her legs, she gasped, feeling exposed and scared.
“I– I’m so sorry!” he said, grabbing her hands. “You’re hurt! I’ll take care of you. We could take a shower. Are you hungry?”
She gave him a forced smile, clueless about what to answer.
“I guess… If it’s all the same to you… Well, you could be my girlfriend…” he said, sheepishly.
“I’d like that very much, now that your other you made you notice me.”
He chuckled.
“I’m such an idiot,” he said, nibbling her lower lip.
“Do you love me?” she joked, smiling and poking her pink tongue through her teeth.
“Of course! You’re my beautiful bloody bride,” he covered the girl in his silk sheets as she laughed, placing her in his arms to carry her to the bathroom, nuzzling her face, not sure if he was joking anymore.
But the joy was short-lived. Marty was there, in the living room.
“M– Marty? What are doing here? Now is not a good time!”
The Doc was so angry he even forgot to scream with fright at seeing Marty there.
Everything seemed to be going through Marty’s countenance at the time, watching Doc and the girl.
“So I wasn’t wrong. Your counterpart did reek of sex! No wonder he was late to the most important commitment in our lives. Ever! Jesus, Doc! You? What the hell were you three up-- You know what, I don’t wanna know. I’m still having nightmares with you people depravity! What happened to the universe exploding if you met? Where did that girl come from?” Marty held the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I’m here to help you, Doc. You ended up in the Old West. And I guess you’ll have to… Um, finish what you were about to do… Right now.”
“Damn!” the Doc muttered, as the girl giggled.
1885 -
Penny didn’t die. Penny didn’t exist.
He got hit by lightning more than once in life. The first, was her. And the second time he ended up in his favorite place: The Old West.
But he was alone and miserable.
No Marty, no Penny… At least she was alive. He knew it.
As the Blacksmith, he was useful. He had never felt so lonely, now that he had tasted love and lust… But at least people there liked him.
A boy came running towards his office to warn him about Buford Tannen bullying a new arrival.
When he got there… It was Marty.
Choking with a rope around his neck.
The Doc shot at the rope with a perfect aim, as Marty fell on the floor with a thud.
“It’ll shoot the fleas off a dog’s back at 500 yards, Tannen, and it’s pointed straight at your head!” he threatened the villain.
Tannen rode slowly towards Doc on his horse.
“You owe me money, blacksmith.”
“How do ya figure?”
“My horse threw his shoe. Seein’ you was the one who done the shoein’, I say that makes you responsible,” protested Tannen.
“Well since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!”
“Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got throwed off. And that caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse!”
“Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back and I’ll re-shoe ’im!”
“I done shot that horse!”
“Well that’s your problem, Tannen!”
“Wrong. That’s yours. So from now on, you better be lookin’ behind you when you walk. ‘Cause one day you gonna get a bullet in yo’ back. Let’s go!”
As he threatened to shoot Buford “Mad Dog” Tannen and the villain left, the Blacksmith saw her… Penny. The Doc stared at her, confused. And cried out… “Little Girl!”. He looked overwhelmed.
“I needed to see you. See if you had already replaced me. My, you look so handsome,” she played with his snow-white hair as he smiled. Marty interrupted them angrily, standing in front of the Doc.
“I risked my life to come here because you asked, Doc,” Marty coughed, upset. “And your ‘little girl’ will only do what she wants. She came as a clandestine in the Time Machine,” Marty threw Penny an angry look. The girl lowered her head. “First, I need clothes, water and to talk to you, Doc. Then, you two can have your fun.”
After Marty left, Penny and the Blacksmith Doc stared at each other, shyly.
“I never forgot you,” the girl said. “We’ve been together a few hours ago, in the bathtub and after Marty slept. You’d just taken my virginity, remember?”
“Oh, I remember that day,” he chuckled. “It was… Insane. I gave my other self the best orders… ever.”
Penny laughed.
“You knew I was coming. I mean, the other you. I don’t really get how this Time thing works, but I told him I’d see you thirty years later. Does it mean you ended up all alone because of me?”
“Don’t worry, Little Girl. Time is an illusion. We’re together now. How would you like to be with the most famous Blacksmith in Hill Valley?” he asked, playing with her hair.
She panted, nervous.
“I don’t know, you look so different… So manly…”
“Oh, you crazy girl,” he pulled her dress over her head, playing with her breasts, as the girl threw her head back, moaning.
“How do you like my hands, Little Girl?” he asked, as he caressed her breasts.
“Oh, so comfortable, calloused…” she gasped, as he pulled her panties down, opening his pants. But Penny started helping him out of his clothes.
“I wanna feel you whole,” he took her cheeks and kissed her, lying the girl on the hood of the now useless Time Machine as he pushed into her. Penny gasped loudly, holding him.
“Oh, Little Girl! How I missed you! It’s been so many years! I wish that lightning incident had never happened!” he pushed into her harder, as Penny played with his soft white hair, climaxing along with him.
“If you wish, I can stay here,” the girl said, as he kissed her.
“No, Little Girl. We’ll be together in very unequal times. You shouldn’t have come here,” he stared at the calendar and the day he should die. “This can’t be fixed.”
“We’ll save you, Doctor. We’ll find a way to go back.”
So she knew about Tannen? About the bullet?
“I overheard you and Marty, of course. I was probably supposed to be here, since it says on your tombstone that I’m ’your beloved daughter Penny McKenna’,” she smirked. “So fucked up. I’m 20, not really that young.”
The Doc scoffed.
“Compared to me, you are just a little girl. You’re in danger with me here,” he said, handing her a man’s outfit she started dressing.
Penny needed to shower pronto. The Old West was not for her.
“I didn’t mean for this mess to happen. I’m sorry.”
“This isn’t your fault, Penny! It was my idea to involve you in this mess,” he kissed her, laying the girl on one of his working tables, as someone outside shouted for him, sounding annoyed. It was Marty, entering the shop.
“Doc, don’t you have any decency?” the boy cried out loudly, and ran out of the shop, angry, covering his eyes. The Blacksmith was stark naked with a huge boner. Doc Brown had forgotten.
“If we all survive and have a boy someday, we’ll name him ‘Marty,’” the girl decided. “He deserves it!”
“Damn straight,” agreed the Doc, pushing her on the Time Machine hood, yet again.
