Message-ID: <7175eli$9803221756@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Bookman Archives Subject: RP: Timestop mff, nc Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: readebks@wolfenet.COM Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35157A89.67C1@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, only the archivist. The author's name has come detached from this story. If you are the author, would you please contact me? I like to see writers get credit for their work. The following story deals with themes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.) TIME STOP I spend most of my days now in crowded places. Parks. Trains. Concerts. Wherever I'm sure to find lots of people. Days that I'm not in a crowd I'm sleeping. I'll sleep all day sometimes. Because time means nothing to me any more. Not since I was struck by lightning up in Eaton Canyon when I was in the tenth grade. It wasn't even a week after that accident that I discovered my talent. I had been walking to school and had realized that I was going to be very late. I kept thinking to myself, "I wish time would stop." After repeating this several times, I got the sense that something was definitely wrong. I stopped and looked around, listening. It was deadly quiet, and no movement was visible--no trees, no leaves, no birds. Then I saw it--a bird, directly above me about five feet, in midflight, but frozen in midair. It didn't take long for me to realize that time was stopped. I just wanted to know if it was me who had made it stop. I thought to myself repeatedly, "I wish time would start." Sure enough, after I had repeated it five times, the bird above me suddenly resumed his flight, the wind blew through the trees, the sounds of the highway nearby were there again. I whooped with glee--I could stop time! I stopped it again and walked on to school, arriving several minutes early instead of late, as I had expected. As I moved through the halls of motionless people toward my locker, I stopped to look at the people as I passed. They were completely motionless, almost like mannequins. Being in the tenth grade and an average adolescent, I naturally started to think about what the girls looked like naked, as I did every day. Also, being an average adolescent, I began to feel my cock stiffen at the mere thought of naked sophomore misses, and had the urge to jack off. Why not? I was, for all intents and purposes, alone, wasn't I? These people couldn't see me. But, before I did anything incriminating, I decided to do a test. Tim, my friend from English class, was standing at the top of the stairs, getting ready to descend. I stood directly in front of him, and said, "Tim, if you can hear me right now, when I start time in a few seconds, you will come over to my locker, ok?" I went and stood by my locker, making sure nobody was looking my direction, and started time again. The halls were suddenly teeming with movement, clanking and slamming of lockers, and loud, boistrous talk. The suddenness of the clamor shook me up a little, and I made a mental note to be ready for it in the future. I then turned my gaze to Tim, who was supposed to come to my locker. He proceeded down the steps, oblivious to any suggestion I had tried to give him just a moment before. Apparently, nobody could detect my movements when I had time stopped. So I stopped time again. I was getting better at finding the right mental images to stop and start time. Now I only had to repeat the wish to myself twice before it became reality. Once again, the hallway was brought to utter silence. I looked around at all the pretty girls, standing in clusters, bent over lockers, and my dirty little mind was going crazy with fantasies about every one of them. I imagined all of them bent over forward, on their elbows and knees, with their ass sticking up in the air and their legs spread open a bit, and their delicious, little, virgin cunts peeking out at me. Whereas before, I had to "sneak a peek" at their crotches and breasts (so as not to get caught), I now could go right up to the prettiest girls in school and look at their bodies from inches away. I now had a full-fledged erection which strained painfully in my jeans. So I popped open my Levis buttonfly and let my cock spring out. I stopped for a second and looked around, just to be sure nobody looked like they had noticed. After a couple seconds of frontal exposure, I stopped and pondered that concept: I was standing with my cock out in the hallway of my high school, with my classmates all round me, totally oblivious to my indiscretion. The concept blew me away. Then it struck me. I don't know why it hadn't before. All at once I realized that if nobody could see ME naked in the hallway, they wouldn't be able to see me strip someone ELSE, either! They wouldn't be able to see me move their body into fascinating, exciting positions. They wouldn't be able to see me fuck them to my cock's content, then either re-dress them and put them back where they were, or simply leave them naked and dripping cum in the middle of the hallway when I started time again. This thought made my heart start to thump into my throat with excitement. Now it had come down to a matter of, "Who should I defile first?" There were some really sexy seniors who treated me like shit. Maybe they'd be my first unwilling exhibitionists. But for now, I was so horny that my cock was ready to split the skin, so I decided I just had to fuck someone--fast! Who would it be.... I looked around the hall for someone nearby that I had fantasized about before, and saw Hillary Jones. My first victim. Hillary Jones was a junior, about five-eight, 120 pounds, and built like a model. She kept her straight, light brown hair cut above her shoulders, and it curled over onto her face, bringing out her large, dark brown eyes and perky nose. She really didn't have large breasts, but they were very nicely sized about like small grapefruits. Her figure narrowed from her shoulders to her waist, which was no more than 25 or 26 inches, then it cut nicely outward into the smoothest, roundest ass I'd ever seen, which she was obviously aware of since she wore painted-on jeans whenever possible. The only trouble with Hillary was that she was a complete and total bitch. She was a gold-digging, backstabbing, two-faced snob, with about three or four good friends who made it a practice to go around school and simply be better than everyone else. Naturally, she would not associate with someone like me- just an average teenage sex fiend. Well, she didn't have a say in the matter now. I walked up to her and wasted no time pulling her sweater up over her head, and her jeans down to her ankles. Fumbling around, I managed to unclasp her bra and pull it up off her breasts. I couldn't believe my eyes when I got my first glimpse of her perfection. Perfectly tanned breasts, indicating she was a topless sunbather, poked up at me with small, pink nipples. I bent down and kissed and nuzzled each one for a moment, savoring her scent and the feel of her soft breasts beneath my fingers and lips. I then kept moving down her body, post haste, to her panties. They were somewhat sheer as it was, so I could see a dark patch of hair underneath them in the crotch. She was neatly shaved, though, each silken, tanned thigh rose steadily towards her thinly-veiled cunt, and there wasn't a hair to be found- either on her legs or around the panties. I slowly reached my hands up so they were resting on her hips, and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a single, firm but slow movement, I lowered her panties to her ankles and got my first glimpse of a naked woman. Every inch of her body was tanned, including the skin surrounding her vulva. She must have been not just a topless, but a totally nude, sunbather. Her cunt lips were small and clean, tucked away, hardly visible. Hell, she wasn't excited about any of this. How was I going to get in! Some hand cream in her purse solved that problem in a hurry. I took it out and lathered all over my cock, then walked over behind her and lowered her to the cool floor of the hallway, bending her over forward. I adjusted her body so that she was in my ideal sex position--all fours, cunt wide open and ready for rear-entry! My cock was almost aching from excitement. I wasted no more time and plunged my cock into Hillary Jones's tight cunt. My first time ever inside ANYones cunt, and it was Hillary's. It felt so amazingly soft and warm, and I was already so excited, that I felt an orgasm come on after about two strokes. I bent over her and reached around to grab her tits, and pulled her body tight against mine as I began to spew my spunk into her little bitchy cunt. Spent, I stayed kneeling there for a few moments, then pulled out. A large dollop of my cum oozed from her vagina onto the cool floor, and I realized that this is my chance to put this little bitch in her place. I pulled on my clothes and walked around to all the people in the hall, turning their faces to her. Then I started time. The clamor in the hallway that ensued was deafening. The people nearby whose faces were focused on her began laughing and pointing, and it wasn't more than a few seconds before everyone in the hall was rushing to see what all the commotion was about. Hillary Jones paused, terribly confused for a few seconds, before she understood what had happened. She let out a shriek of horror, and scuttled to her feet, tripping over her lowered panties once and falling to the floor, which only caused the audience to roar with glee. She shuffled to the nearest classroom, pants halfway up her legs, and slammed the door behind her. I grinned inwardly at her embarrassment. I walked slowly to my classroom, elated with my newly-discovered power. Every girl I saw, I knew I could fuck any time I wanted. Every person I saw that I hated, I knew I could embarrass the hell out of at any time, as many times as I wanted. I felt tremendous power. It was very gratifying. Being that I was a horny little teen, it wasn't long before my sexual fantasies started to get the better of me again, and I felt that familiar tingling in my cock that meant I was getting a spontaneous erection. It was quite difficult, actually, to avoid, being that every pretty girl I saw suddenly became a prospective sexual object, whereas I wouldn't have stood a chance with any of them, before. I started contemplating who I would victimize next. There was Sarah Wells, the pretty redhead who sat in front of me in homeroom. She was a nice girl, so I decided I wouldn't embarrass her, but god, how I wanted to see her fair skinned, nude body underneath me as I relieved my raging hard-on in her little adolescent cunt! Yes, I decided, she would be next. I sat down in my seat and waited patiently for her to arrive. The class slowly filled as I eyed each girl with a newfound perspective. I found myself thinking, "Yes . . . No . . . Yes . . ." as each girl passed by the front of the class. I was having a blast! My hard-on was raging by now, and I pulled my shirt over my crotch to conceal it. Then Sarah walked in. She was wearing a knee-length Spring floral dress with a matching bow resting in her long, straight, red hair. Her face was simply angelic! Fair, clean skin, with just a hint of makeup. She smiled and sat down, and her fragrance filled my nostrils. I couldn't take it any more; I immediately stopped time. I knelt down on the floor beside her desk, turned her body toward me and pulled her legs from underneath the desktop so that her knees were at my chest. Then I slowly spread them, savoring the concept that I was going to have my way with her. When her legs were spread as far apart as I could get them to go, I started to roll the floral dress up her thighs until I could see her plain, white cotton panties. Little red hairs were sticking out the sides around her crotch. I contemplated how I would get to her breasts, and realized that the dress needed to be pulled up over her head, so I stood up and lifted her from her seat into my arms, carefully balancing her ass on the desk, and pulled the dress up. To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts bounced as the hem rose up and over her head. Then she stood before me, wearing only her panties and flats. She had a firm, trim body, with a subtle figure, and she was very fair- skinned. Her burgundy hair fell down around her shoulders, which contrasted beautifully with her smooth, ivory body. My eyes focused on her breasts, which were standing firm and still, with light pink nipples that stood out slightly. I leaned over to kiss and nuzzle them, and felt the warmth of her flesh against my lips. I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her body close to mine, feeling her softness, her warmth, smelling her luxurious scent. I kissed her neck and then her mouth, which tasted sweet like honeysuckle, and I licked her lips softly, parting them a little so that I could feel her warm mouth around my tongue. With my free hand, I reached down and slid inside her panties, feeling her soft, smooth ass. My fingers caressed her buttocks and rubbed in circles further downward, until I reached the bottom of her cheek, and I grabbed it firmly and pressed her groin against mine and ground my raging hard-on against her mound, through our clothes. Sitting her back down on the chair, I kneeled once more until my face was inches from her panties, and I slowly pulled one side of the material away, revealing what, to this day, was the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen. Her hair was a deeper red than on her head, and it flowed in soft curls all around her mound, growing thinner as I descended. Her clitoris was visible--perhaps she was horny, too--and her outer lips were pinkish and full. Her inner lips were thin and spread open a bit, as her legs were stretched wide by my being between them, and those dark pink lips were slightly glistening with moisture, that covered them all the way down to her vagina--which itself was wet and glistening. Could she feel what was going on? I convinced myself that it must be unconscious if she could, so I didn't worry. I lifted her ass from the chair slightly as I removed the panties completely, and pulled off her shoes. She was now completely nude, and I gazed at her up and down with awe at her phenomenal beauty, just before I lowered my head to her cunt and began sucking and licking it all over. I flicked my tongue over and over against her clit, thinking that, even if her mind was stopped in time, her body might be able to get pleasure. As I sucked and nuzzled her lips and clit, I brought my middle finger to her vagina, and slowly worked it in, using my saliva and her juices as a tangy, fragrant lubricant. No sooner had I put my finger in about two inches, when I felt a smooth membrane against my fingertip. She was a virgin! At last, I'd finally get to feel what it's like to deflower a virgin. I slowly removed my finger from her cunt and wiped the juices onto her nipples, which, surprisingly, were now fully distended and a deep pink, the size of pencil erasers. I was right--her body could feel the pleasure, even though her mind was in limbo! Standing, I practically tore my pants off pulling them down, and I really did manage to lose a button on my shirt as I removed that. Now totally nude myself, I once again kneeled, pulled Sarah's legs apart and get in between them, pulling her body forward in the seat so that our chests rubbed together. The sensation of her warm breasts, with their hard nipples, rubbing all over my chest was more than I could take, and I just lost control at that point. I reached around Sarah's waist and chest and wrapped my arms tightly around her, squeezing her body tightly against mine, my cock standing vertically between us, rubbing her wet cunt with its underside. I began moving our bodies in slow undulations, sliding my hard prick up and down her slick lips, while in the meantime I was nibbling and licking her mouth's lips, breathing furiously with excitement. This didn't last long, though, before I could wait no longer. I had to fuck her at once. Reaching in between our bodies, I lowered my cock, brushing its tip over her clit, which to my surprise, caused her body to shudder. I wondered if I would be able to give her body an orgasm without her being present within it. I decided to try. As my cock poised at her vagina, ready to enter, I took my thumbs and placed them on her clit and begain to rub in a circular pattern, pulling the loose sheath of skin over it around and around. Each revolution made her body twitch ever so slightly. I must have been doing something right. In one slow but firm movement, I then inserted my cock entirely into her, popping her cherry and causing her body to tense up from head to toe. Her muscles began to quiver, and I suspected she was cumming, so I began to rub furiously at her clit, while my cock slowly slid in and out of her. The sensation of fucking someone was much different with Sarah than it had been with Hillary. Sarah was much tighter, and her body was much softer and warmer. I was having what was to become the best sex of my life that day in History class, and had I known it I would have made it last much, much longer. As it was, Sarah was cumming again and again, as evidenced by her repeated tensing and twitching, and by the warmth and wetness of her cunt, which seemed to grow wetter and wetter with each passing stroke. I was getting close to spilling my seed, when Sarah began to actually make small moaning sounds. That was enough to put me over the top. I felt a contraction that began in my groin, and spread slowly over my entire body. All my movement stopped where the wave of tightness washed over me. Then there was a sensation of tremendous pressure in my cock, like lungs just before a sneeze, and I sat teetering on that brink for what seemed like an eternity. Then my cock begain to pulsate, and in a series of some twenty body-shaking pumps, I felt as though I were releasing cup's worth after cup's worth of spunk into this teen's tiny, tight, hot cunt. Then I collapsed. My body was simply drained--literally and figuratively. I sat with my twitching cock inside Sarah's tight, twitching cunt. We sat there for a good five minutes, both shaking and twitching every few seconds. I looked at Sarah's lovely face, how her red hair bangs down in front of her large, green eyes, how her smooth, white skin was the setting for her full, dark red lips, that sat, parted slightly, glistening with moisture. I needed to kiss them again. I sat, kissing her for another few minutes, while my cock grew limp and began to slide out of her. I felt my cum oozing from her, and I knew it was going to be quite a bit. I cleaned her up, using the Kleenex from the teacher's desk, then stopped and took one last good look at her before I began putting her clothes back on. Of all the sights I would like to see again today, it would be that 16-year-old Sarah, just once more; to have my way with her for another day. I carefully pulled her panties back up her legs, and adjusted them nicely around her hips. Her dress I pulled over her head and flipped her hair up through the hole, then carefully pulled her arms through the short sleeves and lowered the material over her torso, and down to her knees. Sliding her shoes on, I realized I hadn't yet dressed, so I did, then I sat back in my deskchair, took a deep breath, and started time. As expected, the class was immediately thrown back into the clamor that it had been in prior to my interlude. Sarah seemed not to notice anything at first, but then she got up and quickly excused herself to the restroom. No, Sarah, your period didn't come early, it's just me. [More to come another day . . . .] -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |