The recall device sat on the bar that divided up the open-plan apartment, splitting the kitchenette off from the dining table and corner sofa beyond. Maximillia reached for it. It shouldn’t have been there.    

She’d only made the one, not counting the prototype, and even then both were safely locked away in the High-Energy Annex-A lab of the college's theoretical physics hall. As head of the department (the youngest on record), she had many of the private labs almost to herself. Save for a few prefect students, one of whom she had unlocked in an otherwise overlooked passion for science – inside the mind of what everyone else took for a jock sportsman. Scott had turned out to be not only the love of her life, but her intellectual muse. That she also enjoyed all the perks of the athletic jock everyone else saw – well, that was just one of life’s little marvels.   

Still, the modified palm-sized GPS position finder should have been safely locked away, along with its bigger brother, her life’s work to date. Their life’s work. There was no forgetting Scott’s part in all this. Her most gifted student, and – often – sole believer in their ideas at the fringes of science. An eager co-conspirator in the highly irregular student/tutor scandal that occupied the most interesting part of their time. They bent the laws of college decency; bending the laws of temporal mechanics was almost a distraction.   

Why was it here then? How was it outside of the lab and the handful of experimental ‘trips’ they had worked on since her first accidental – and unforgettable – rendezvous with her past self?   

“I just had the most amazing dream!”   

Max spun to look back over her shoulder, half forgetting she wasn’t alone in the Department Head’s complimentary flat that she was assigned on campus.   

The door to the bedroom slid aside with an almost imperceptible hiss to reveal Scott. His tall, slim but athletic Zone Tennis player’s frame lounged against the doorframe as he yawned and arched his back with cat-like exaggeration as he stretched. An action that emphasised to Dr Max just how pleasant a morning's imaginings it must have been, if the impressive forty-five-degree tent formation of his boxer briefs was anything to go by.   

“Part of you is still having it, dear,” Max purred with a nod.   

Scott's face shifted into an unashamedly self-satisfied grin. He gave her a cheeky look that dared her to call him out for anything, but she left him as the only one ‘rising’ to the suggestive exchange.    

“I came into my bedroom, woke myself up!” Scott gushed suddenly, breaking the tension as he failed to contain his obvious excitement.    

His enthusiasm was always infectious; Max couldn’t help but smile.    

“Then I shoved that thing into my own hand, kissed me, like, myself, and walked out.”   

At this, Dr Maximillia let the grin slip from her face and followed her lover's gaze to the table. The recall device   

“He gave you that?”   

“Well, not that. Not that one. This was a dream. You brought that in, I’m guessing?”   

Max looked the wallet-sized modified device over. It looked like someone had covered a screen in glue and dunked it in a box of bits from an electronics store. A small green light blinked at them, innocent of the mystery it was inspiring.    

“...Right, yeah, it was just a dream. Looks like you were very impressed with yourself, though?” Max teased, changing tact to seductive mid-sentence.    

A niggling thought was forming in her brilliant and always overactive mind – but she wasn’t ready to share it just yet. She fought the urge to share her first wild idea, deciding this one needed more care and patience. Maybe she’d keep Scott’s mind on something else for now? Luckily, as ingenious as his larger brain was, she could always make him think with his smaller one.    

Crossing the kitchenette area in a few paces, Maximillia came close enough that she had to look up to meet her suitor’s gaze. That her light pink robe fell open with the motion only added to the effect, showing off to him every soft pale curve of her, decorated as they were with a dusting of freckles.    

The men’s boxer shorts that were the only other thing she had on didn’t exactly complete the morning-provocateur look, but she doubted she’d have them on for much longer, and Scott was already clearly more interested in the effect the cool morning air was having on her unveiled chest. She smiled to herself that the slight, pert, all-natural curves she’d been graced with as a teen and had remained into her thirties still turned the head of her younger suitor just fine compared to some of his more ‘fuller-figured’ contemporaries.    

“I’m up here, love,” she teased. “I want to know all about whatever you did with yourself to get you so excited...” She whispered, tapping the strain in his shorts for effect, “...or better yet, show, don’t tell.”   

With that she rose up onto her tiptoes and pressed herself against him and her lips to his. He leant back with the motion, letting her rest fully on his firm frame, as he let his shoulders rest on the wall behind. A strong arm hooked around the crest of her hips and lifted her easily up to him.    

When they inevitably had to come up for air, Scott was momentarily silent, eyes still closed, mouth turned in a smile. She dropped daintily back onto her own two feet and hooked her thumbs into the waistband on his tight shorts, but this morning her lover’s mind was on someone else, she realised.   

“It was just so real! Like... the look on his face, that naughty schoolboy one you like, that I do to you, and wow – yeah, I know why it works for you.” He gushed, “I’d want to spank me too, I mean. And the kiss, I’m not a bad...” He didn’t finish the thought, seeing the ‘disapproving teacher’ look she’d matched his youthful exuberance with.    

“I’m so glad you made such an impression on yourself. Now you better impress yourself on me in there, or I’ll start to get jealous,” she half mocked.    

They staggered backward into the room, the automatic door sliding open to admit the two, entangled together, him blindly backward, her half guiding, half climbing him until they both fell over the corner of the bed and sprawled across it.    

Max sat up triumphantly across him, straddling his toned middle, the object of her current desires pressing up between her spread thighs. She took a few beats to savour the view of his slim but toned form laid out beneath her. Strong enough that he could have overpowered her in a moment, yet gazing back at her adoringly. It was intoxicating.    

She gave into it and dropped down. Gripping the firm muscles of his shoulders tight, she pressed herself down into another passionate kiss, leaning her weight, hoping to roll him above her. Scott had other ideas, however.    

In one swift movement of firm, powerful hands gripping her petite hips, he scooted her up off her knees and above him. For a moment he held her aloft like some sporting trophy, then gently, with a confidence and complete control, set her down above him so that he had to look up the length of her lithe form to meet her eyes. She looked down, momentarily forgetting to breathe.   

Light-headed, she let herself sit back on her heels, now planted below each of his shoulders, so that she sat across his clavicle, his mouth quite literally a breath away from her. Somewhere in the motion of placing her utterly dominant on him (yet, in every way she could think right now, entirely at his mercy), his thumbs had found the loose band of her unflattering shorts, and they were now somewhere looped around one knee, utterly forgotten.   

Max’s mouth fell open breathlessly as she made to ask him, plead with him maybe? Whatever the request, it went unspoken but already answered. Her voice came back to her in a tiny, startled cry as sudden warmth engulfed her womanhood. The rush of pleasure was entirely expected and yet still overcame her, and for a moment she sagged forward, throwing up her hands to the headboard for support, pressing herself serendipitously deeper into Scott's kiss.   

Scott moaned as he stifled the urge to laugh, encouraged by the palpable effect his efforts were obviously having. Max was his guide, his mentor, his soulmate, and his co-adventurer in life. In the few years they had grown from lecture room loggerheads to enthusiastic ‘sparring’ partners; she always took the lead. In this, however, the student had become the master, and the teacher was in every sense very happy to be surpassed.    

Maximillia bunched her small hands in Scott's shock of blonde hair, surprising herself with a giggle as she snatched some composure from somewhere and pushed herself back up on her knees, raising the throbbing warmth between her legs away from her eager devotee. In response Scott took a grip of her tight cheeks in each hand, lifting himself into her to continue his worship.    

Then his hot breath caressed her neck as he nuzzled her. Grazed the skin of her jaw and just behind her ear. To the secret spot that had been one of her first lessons for him. He’s learnt it well. Learnt her well. His hands reached around her, long, lean arms circling her as his hands easily cupped her pert breasts, left over right, right over left.    

She leant back into him, into the arms and the feel of tongue and teeth softly teasing her throat, even as warmth lapped between her thighs and strong hands grasped her buttocks commandingly.   

Max’s eyes flew open as a gasp of surprise and fright escaped her, but her lovers took it for a throe of passion and redoubled their efforts. Scott behind her let a hand trace down the flatness of her stomach till it found her navel and grazed a lazy circle that made her shudder deep down. Scott below her spread her buttocks, his touch lighting briefly across her rosebud, and she gasped in anticipation of the forbidden.    

Then she was being lifted up. Away from the heavenly warmth that had been threatening to overwhelm her from below and back, back deeper in Scott’s waiting arms. He took the lobe of her ear into his mouth now, suckling gently, squeezing her breast to an unspoken but shared pulse.   

Yet he was below her. Looking back up at her. A smile of immense satisfaction and amusement spread across his lips, which even now sparkled with her taste still on them.    

Before she could ask how? Why? His now freed hand reached up for her, the thumb of his left hand resting right on the jewel of her womanhood with a touch like an electric jolt, his right hand slipping beneath her, behind her for...    

She looked back, turning her head to put herself out of reach of her hidden admirers' affections, and looked Scott in the eye. His eyes sparkled with excitement but not a little confusion, one in the same apparently. Then he looked past her and down to himself below them.    

Scott didn’t reach below her for forbidden teasing from behind, however. Instead he found something else, someone else to occupy him. Behind her, her other lover caught a breath. She looked down for a moment and let out a girlish giggle at the sight of Scott’s manhood, proud and firm, curving up from between her own legs. Scott – the first one; she tried to think of them – wrapped his fingers around the new organ standing proudly up apparently from her loins. He kept his eyes on her even as he hesitantly parted his lips.    

Max and Scott had made it something of a ritual: At the start of summer, the first morning their warm morning baths turned into cool refreshing showers, so the styling beam came out, and they delicately styled their lover with a special secret kept just for each other. Scott liked Max smooth and perfect, save for a little diamond tuft of red hair right above the cleft of her lips. She liked him a little more rugged, with blonde curls in a strip from his navel to the base. Everything below, she let the laser lick smooth, however, to match his athlete's waxed legs.    

So, it was that she noticed with a smile the telltale flaxen curls from the powerful member now issuing from below and behind her, clasped in her lover’s hand. Did this new Scott come to them from later in the year? or earlier? From this one? Perhaps he was a mature, seasoned Scott... or was it a younger, even more eager Scott whose arms wrapped around her? She felt dizzy and lost, but in all the right ways.    

Behind her, her partner let out a small moan of frustration. She looked down to see Scott and then back over her shoulder at him. In a moment of wickedness, she swung a leg and untangled herself from the two boys till now she was behind Scott. She slipped an arm under his, resting her hand over his heart, and slid her other down across the bone of his square hips till his manhood curved up between the index and middle fingers of her left hand. It throbbed gently as she took control from the now nervous young man who lay below both of them.    

“Don’t keep yourself waiting, Scott,” she teased.   

As she watched, her younger lover leant forward, getting his elbows behind him till his own manhood hung tantalisingly close to his lips. He bit the bottom lip slightly, frozen by the moment.   

Max decided to give the boys a little encouragement. Flexing her fingers out, they stroked down about half Scott’s always appreciated length, then she let them rest gently, slowly drawing back towards her to fully reveal the crown of her lover’s manhood, unsheathed, already glistening with a drop of anticipation.   

“I know you’re desperate to see what you taste like,” she purred and then looked over at her second lover to get the effect of her teasing in stereo.    

“We’re not Max, dude; we don’t need to tease ourselves,” one young man pleaded with the other.    

Max closed her hands around the smooth base of the object of both their desires and pressed it to her lover’s lips, seized with the excitement of offering her partner to someone else and watching him open his mouth and slide his lips and tongue down to meet her guiding hand. Taking the fullness of himself in his mouth.    

Both Scotts let out a low moan as the immediate sensation of the here-and-now seized them both at the same moment the intimacy of the memory formed and was shared across a lifetime.   

Now Max didn’t even try and hide it; she let out a gasp of delight as she watched her young suitor enthusiastically pleasure himself, lips pursed as he leant forward to draw more of this new, beautiful young cock into his mouth.   

Caught up in the taboo spectacle of it all, Max abandoned her grasp of the man in front of her. Instead, she dug the fingernails of the arm she had around him playfully into his firm chest, slapping her other hand down hard across buttocks square and tensed in anticipation. In her arms Scott jumped and let out a gasp that only served to encourage her; then, remembering his explorations before, she slyly tasted the finger of her free hand and pressed it between the iron clench of Other-Scott's ass.   

Max realised she was panting as she watched the young man in her arms thrust his manhood forward into his twin's eager, expert mouth as she urged his self-lovemaking on as she took his breath away with the press of a finger behind him.    

Now it was her turn to return the love-bite, and she kissed the strong, prominent line of his neck and shoulder. She felt the tension there and had the sudden moment of panic that this moment might all be over too soon!    

“Wait,” she cooed in his ear.    

As if of the same mind, the subservient third player in their game slid out from under them both, coming to kneel, joining them, holding his other self’s still-hard length in his hand.   

“Want to see if they’re the same?” Scott asked.     

Suddenly overcome by a curiosity she never knew she had, Max let a wicked grin cross her face that made her button nose wrinkle the way Scott... presumably both of them... adored.  She leant forward, resting on her elbows, her chin in her hands, butt in the air – her unflattering boxers discarded by one of her earlier lovers.   

Each Scott held the other's manhood in their hands tenderly; one teased back his partner's hood slowly, perhaps a tad more eager? She looked up at both of them, doing her best to seem wide-eyed and wholesome as two perfect totems to masculinity swayed only a breath from her mouth. She could smell the musk. The question played around in her mind... would she be able to tell?   

Giving up the act, she closed her eyes and sighed softly, letting her tongue touch first one firm, warm tip and then the other. Sweet and salt and something less culinary and altogether more primal played on her senses in the dark. She didn’t reach out to touch. Simply taking each of her boys into her mouth and kissng them lovingly as they were offered. At least when Scott played with himself, he played nice.    

Maxi only opened an eye to peek up once her curiosity was forgotten and she was devouring each offered cock without a thought, bobbing enthusiastically, suppressing a giggle of amusement as she slipped from one to the next.   

As she glanced up, she saw one young man gazing over at his twin’s closed eyes, his cherubic head tilted back ever so slightly, lost in the moment. The first Scott reached over and stroked his cheek, breaking a spell. For a heartbeat that Max – her body on autopilot now – measured crudely between snatched breaths, both young men regarded each other with a frisson of uncertainty.    

“Try it,” she whispered before fashioning each of them with a kiss on their smooth thighs.   

The Geminian pair kissed tentatively, then with a sudden earnestness as the unspoken taboo broke and they gave in to the moment of each other.    

From her prostrate position Maximillia looked up, decided the two were quite distracted with each other, and settled back to her blind guessing game, savouring the sensation of wholeness, fullness, as she sank her mouth down over each.   

So completely lost was she with her own thoughts, the sensation of each of her lovers, and the subtle differences in their sex (she suspected she only imagined) that the hand that brushed her amber locks from her back was almost missed. Even the soft nuzzling at her neck and the kisses that peppered her jaw from behind dissolved into the rhythm. Behind her Scott took a rough hold of her buttock, exposing her secrets for him, even as his other hand slid along her stomach and over the slightest curve of her breasts. She moaned gently around Scott, her mouth and throat full of him even as he was behind her.    

Then in a single moment she came up for air, gasping and sighing in an instant of surprise and delight as she felt him enter her from behind, and every bit of him took her, both invaded and invited. She pressed herself back to meet the lover she couldn’t see. The motion gave her head nowhere to go but back towards the still mighty pillars of her young lovers, so she took one back into her mouth greedily. Behind her Scott pressed himself into her so that he drove a moan of contentment up from below her, so that she moaned down around Scott knelt before her as she worshipped him on her knees, all whilst her hand slid along the glistening length of Scott’s manhood.    

How many of her lovers had her now?   

That moment of wonder and delightful note of fear drove out any other thought she had as she pressed herself down, trying to envelop all of Scott with her mouth and lips. As she sank back in time, feeling the curve of him deep in her belly, she felt every twitch of him ready to arrive in her eager hand.    

Scott gave in to the moment, his mouth locked in a passionate grapple with another, kissing the other man with affectionate aggression, testing and teasing. He felt Max’s small hand move to squeeze him just below the head, teasing the most sensation out of him as he arrived to her touch and his own caresses. And Scott arrived with a release of tension that almost made him collapse against the boy he was kissing. He felt the shiver travel down the length of himself and into the intoxicatingly eager mouth that drank it down.    

And Scott arrived behind her, deep inside her, driven forward by some ecstatic force that made his whole body tense. Max felt his offering fill her, imagined the sensation of his warmth pulsing into her, even as she felt the glorious silky wetness coat her fingers, and tasted the sweetness of him over her tongue. The sensation was like nothing she could have expected. A fullness and merging of lovers that drove any last trace of reason out of her mind as she gave in to the tremor she felt start in her buttocks and ripple up through her till her whole self was shaking.  

She held on to Scott as he wilted, she lapped gently at the last of him, and she sat back, impaling herself and feeling him wrap around her from behind.    

They weren’t sure how long they snoozed for, drifting in and out of contented exhaustion, moving from one warm embrace to another. Max woke last; she looked up from the bed, realising the conditioned air of the room was cool now without the bodies of her infinite lovers to keep her warm. Scott was mostly dressed, his shirt still open, showing off his sportsman’s form. He weighed a homemade electronic gadget in his hand like he was seeing it for the first time.    

“I gave us both a kiss goodbye, then I left,” he said, looking at her with a knowingly indulgent smile, nodding to the hallway door.    

“And apparently, I also left us all a thank-you note, but apparently, I was in a hurry. It was hand-written, though, which was a nice touch.”   

Max took in his meanings, noting with a little disappointment that only one of him still remained. Contenting herself with just him, she got up and gave him a lingering kiss, silently comparing.    

“You taste like me,” he noted in a tantalising whisper.    

“How would you know?” she returned.    

They paused, enjoying the utterly wicked looks they were sharing. Scott broke first, remembering the thing in his hand.    

“I think ... I'm going to need to pay me a visit and give this to myself.”   

Max looked him up and down hungrily, pretending to feel hard done by.   

“Mmm... if you must. We wouldn’t want to cause a paradox in your pants...”