7 comments/ 322165 views/ 64 favorites The Time Machine Ch. 1 By: Wyden Long Walter entered the office quietly, taking a moment to look around before he was noticed. Yes, it was the same as he remembered. Whoever was responsible for hiring the women around here must be some kind of sex maniac. Without exception, they were young, leggy, busty, beautiful specimens of womanhood, the kind who seldom gave Walter a second look. After assuring himself of the desirability of the group, he thumbed the switch on the time stasis field generator in his briefcase. The first thing he did was to make a circuit of the girls in various places around the office. He squeezed tits, patted asses, lifted skirts to check crotches and did a general survey. The generator in his briefcase could only sustain the field for about two hours before it started to overheat, so he wanted to make the best use of his time. Quickly stripping, he set up the camera and began the delightful task of stripping the girls. He enjoyed this part almost as much as the later parts. The complete freedom to take their clothes off and to fondle their normally hidden assets at his leisure, without the slightest fear of reprisal, was his greatest joy. How lucky he was to have stumbled onto the field while trying to design an antigravity generator. He had turned on the power to his antigrav unit for it's first full blown test and had been severely disappointed when it failed to affect the weight of his test load. He was about to turn it off when he noticed that the test clock was not ticking. He also found that nothing changed in his entire measurable universe except him. He could find no set of known criteria that explained it until he realized that the field only affected things outside a three foot radius from it when it was turned on. A few minutes thought made him realize the value of what he had. For the first test, he switched it off, took it across the hall to the apartment of the haughty bitch who lived there with her burly boyfriend. When she answered the door, he stepped back to make sure that she was not in the field and turned it on. He went past her frozen body into her apartment to check things out. The boyfriend was sitting in a chair reading a paper and smoking a cigar, the smoke forming a frozen waterfall in the air. Going back to the blonde, he carried her into the living room and stood her in front of the boyfriend. No sense in being chickenshit about it. If it worked, it worked. If not, he was dead. She was a statue of frozen flesh as he pulled her skirt down, then her blouse over her head. It did not take him long to unhook her bra from the full jugs which still held the shape of the bra. Then her sexy panties hit the floor. Wow! She was built like a brick shithouse! Her triangle of black hair showed that she had not begun life as a blonde, but who was complaining? Walter wet his lips and began the arduous task of exploring her wilderness. He sucked her nipples. They tasted as good as he might have hoped if she were awake. It looked like he had a winner! Throwing her over his shoulder, Walter took her into the bedroom and threw a fuck into her that would have had her gasping if she had been conscious. He dipped two fingers into her saturated pussy and rubbed her lips liberally with his come, then smeared the rest over her tits and belly. He dressed, carried her back into the living room, dressed her, then carried her back to the door. He placed her as close as he could to the pose she was in when she answered the door and returned to his own apartment. Peeking through the partially opened door of his apartment, he turned the switch back on. She blinked, shook her head to clear her vision and licked her lips and wrinkled her nose. When she opened the door, she could have sworn that the dirty old guy from across the hall was standing there leering at her, but he wasn't there now. Moreover, she smelled like a whorehouse and could have sworn that she tasted come on her lips. As she returned to the living room to tell Max about the strange happening, she realized that her cunt was squishing. Thinking better of divulging any of this to Max before she checked it out, she went to the bathroom and discovered that her panties were full of come and so was her cunt. She had no idea how this had happened, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Max about it. She stepped into the shower and brought herself off with her fingers as she cleaned herself of the strange come, still shaking her head. Walter was elated! For one thing, it was the first time he had ever gotten his rocks off while testing one of his inventions. For another, he was busy imagining the ways he was going to make use of his new machine. His next trip was to a bank. There was a Wells Fargo a few blocks down the street that had pissed him off some time ago by treating him rather shabbily. He headed for it, briefcase in hand. At the bank, he dawdled at the desk for a moment, selecting his victim. He spotted the crabby old bitch who had given him such a hard time and switched on the field. He walked around behind the teller's cage and took all but one or two of the large bills from her drawer. Taking a moment to look around, he saw two or three pretty tellers and a couple of good looking women in line. He took out his wang and waved it at them, then placed it in each of their hands for a moment. The ones who appealed to him got their skirts pulled up, their pants pulled down and their tits hung out for him to check. Selecting the one who appealed to him the most, he laid her down for a rousing fuck. At least it roused him. It was a pity that the field did not allow his partners to respond, but you can't expect to have everything. He dressed himself and his lovers and left the bank, switching the field off some blocks away. He laughed as he counted the money and imagined the woman he had fucked rushing to the bathroom to mop out her cunt. Before he left, he had moved the bank manager near the cranky old bitch, pulled his dork out and left them with her hand on it. That would give them something to talk about! He had picked up enough cash to live it up pretty well for a while. Although he had not been poor, there were several luxury items he had long wanted and had not been able to justify. He went on a spending spree, buying video cameras, stereo equipment, records, CDs, video tapes and all sorts of gadgets. He knew that if he started splurging on big ticket items like cars, the IRS would be all over his ass, so he avoided them for now. He soon had all the gadgets he had ever wanted, so he set out to see some more women. There were all kinds of women who made a living out of teasing men with their bodies, knowing that they would never allow those men to actually see the object of their desires. Walter went on a crusade to change that situation. His first stop was a football game. It made quite a sensation on the news when the entire set of Dallas Cowgirls suddenly appeared nude in front of 100,000 football fans on national TV. One minute they had been prancing up and down in their tight shorts and flimsy halters. The next moment, their flimsy halters were loose and falling to the ground and their tight shorts were around their ankles. Very soon, they came yelling and screaming into the locker room where Walter was waiting for them behind a door. In a way, he felt sorry for them. For the most part, they were simple country girls trying to get some publicity so they could get into modeling or acting. In most cases, all they got was fucked by the players and the promoters who took advantage of them. Nevertheless, Walter forged ahead with his plan. He had not hurt them and he had certainly gotten them some publicity! It might be a few weeks before they were allowed back onto the field, though. When they were all inside the locker room, he switched the field on. This time he was after a personal goal, he planned to be the first person to fuck every single one of the Dallas Cowgirls! An hour later, he slipped out of the locker room, a thoroughly satisfied man. Mission accomplished! Giving the generator some time to cool, Walter sat down to watch the game. With his new wealth, he had been able to get some very nice seats for the game. There was a real beauty sitting right behind him that he had been just dying to see up the dress of. He could not suppress the urge to switch on the field and pull her panties off. He stuffed them into her purse, pulled her skirt around her waist and spread her knees wide. When he had drunk his fill of her lovely cunt, he sat back down and flipped the switch off. She gave a scream of surprise and embarrassment and hurriedly pulled her skirt back down, glaring around her to see who might have done this to her. Soon, she got up and left. This was fun! He watched the game some more, but his team was losing and he had bet a gob of money on the game. Turning the switch back on at crucial points in the game, he was able to control the outcome of the game by judiciously adjusting the game clock, the position of the chains, and several other minor variables. When the final score was in, he had won several thousand dollars. After the game, he satisfied another life-long curiosity. He stopped time once more and toured the player's shower room. He wanted to compare the size of his prick with that of the players. He thought his was somewhere around a high average, but he had always wondered how he measured up. Now was his chance. The black players for the most part lived up to their reputations. By and large, they were large! The white players were mostly big men, but some of their dongs were bigger than his and some were smaller. He concluded that he had nothing to be ashamed of, but he understood now why some of the players had such a reputation with women--it must be money! With his unique form of protection, he could do as he pleased without fear. He reveled in the freedom to walk through the shower without getting wet except when he brushed against the suspended drops. Leaving the shower, Walter took a minute to scout around before turning the field off. He discovered a couple sneaking a fuck in a deserted corner and moved the guy out of the way to take a couple of strokes for him. On the way out the gate, he realized that he would be able to beat the after game traffic for the first time. All he had to do was to leave the field on until he was out of the lot in his car. He could take his time getting there and still stay ahead of the pack. He stopped several times to lift skirts, unbutton blouses, squeeze tits and on several occasions give them a suck. It was heady stuff! At first he thought he had miscalculated, but then he realized he had only to turn the field off then back on to include his car in the field with him. Tooling down the freeway with the entire crowd behind him, Walter began to look for new fields to conquer. He conceived of a plan to document his successes, which led him to the office he was in, now. Making sure the camera was picking up everything, he made the rounds of his docile pets. Some he bent over their desks and fucked them from the rear. Some he fucked in the ass. It was fun to pull his prick from a beautifully rounded ass, then put it between the lips of a haughty looking redhead. He couldn't make her suck, but he could hold her chin up to make her mouth tight and fuck her face. It was tough to decide which one to finish up with. They were all so beautiful and sexy. Finally, he narrowed it down to two and decided to stay until he could come in both of them. He rushed around taking a few strokes in each one until he felt his orgasm approaching then stuffed his prick into the chosen cunt and flooded it with sperm. He amused himself by fondling their nude bodies until he found his prick rising again. He licked cunts and sucked nipples while jacking himself off until he was good and hard, then resumed his random fucking until his climax was upon him and again filled his chosen pussy with cream. Having lost the fine edge of desire, he started to wrap things up. He kept the panties of the whole crowd as souvenirs and deliberately exchanged clothes between some of them. They would be trying to figure that one out for a long time! He let himself out and waited until he was several blocks away before turning the field off. The video he had made would warm many a winter's night around the fire. It became more and more difficult to think of things he could not do in normal life, places he could not go , things he could not see, etc. One entire week he spent going around the Hollywood studios, fucking this star, fondling that starlet, until he tired of this game. He hid in the President's closet to listen in on State secrets, but only heard some old jokes before he had to abandon ship. He built a switch that would pulse the field off and back on, so he could do time lapse tricks with people. He could turn the field on, pull some girl' panties down a bit, pulse the field off long enough to let her feel the slide, then back on. By repeating the process with lower and lower positions, he could create the effect that her panties were falling down around her ankles for no reason at all, regardless of what she did to prevent it. This trick provided him with several weeks of fun and entertainment. He could walk up to a beautiful girl on the street, start to talk to her, and before she could tell him to piss off, her pants would fall down, her blouse would pop open and her bra would jump in her purse, leaving her tits pointing at his face. The shock of it was enough to make all the effort worthwhile. On the escalator of a big department store downtown, he was able to act out a fantasy of long standing. While riding up, he looked across to the down escalator to see a gorgeous redhead above him with a flaring skirt. The temptation to stoop and look up her dress was almost overpowering, but she was glaring at him as if daring him to look. "OK, babe, I can handle that" he said while thumbing the switch on. He took his time getting to the bottom of his side, stopping to check out a few interesting blouses on the way. As he came closer to the haughty redhead, he bent lower and lower until his head was on the step between her feet. He looked up her dress until he was satisfied with looking. The urge he had felt was completely taken care of. Then he stood up, took her panties off and positioned her with her feet spread the full width of the escalator. Now he had a better view. He looked at that scene as long as he wanted to, then went to the hardware department and got a flashlight, and picked up a camera on the way back. With the flashlight, he could see the details of her cunt much better. He studied every hair and every line and wrinkle until he was tired. Next, he took pictures with the flash from his privileged point of view, including some with the flashlight stuffed up her cunt. It made an interesting perspective. Still not satisfied, he stripped her clothes off and took more pictures with her on her knees in front of a fat, bald old geezer with his limp prick in her mouth. As a final indignity, he jacked off in her face, showering her face and tits with come. After making his photographic record, he wiped her dry with her panties and put the soggy underwear back on her. Keeping her bra for a souvenir, he leisurely redressed her, resumed his position on the up side and turned the world back on. The look on her face was a riot! A rapid mixture of shock, surprise, revulsion, fear and shame flitted across her recently haughty features. She wasn't sure what had just happened to her, but she was fairly sure the guy across the way had something to do with it, but how? Walter smiled as he planned his next adventure. To Be Continued... The Time Machine Ch. 2 Walter stumbled onto a method to freeze time while trying to design an antigravity generator. He had turned on the power to his antigrav unit for it's first full blown test and had been severely disappointed when it failed to affect the weight of his test load. He was about to turn it off when he noticed that the test clock was not ticking. He also found that nothing changed in his entire measurable universe except him. He could find no set of known criteria that explained it until he realized that the field only affected things outside a three foot radius from it when it was turned on. A few minutes thought made him realize the value of what he had. He got into the habit of bringing the blonde from across the hall into his workshop and posing her in various modes of display while he worked. Sometimes she would sit on his desk, always nude, with her knees spread wide to part her pink pussy lips to inspire him. The best part was that she never covered herself up, just let him look as long as he wanted. He didn't particularly like her, but she was nearby and had a gorgeous body. A few times, he flicked the field off with his pulse switch while he was fucking her, just enough for her to realize what was happening to her. It was driving her crazy. She was having these weird daydreams that seemed like more than dreams, and every time she had one, she found her cunt full of come. It didn't taste like Max's come, either. When she had these crazy dreams, the old fart from across the hall was always fucking her, sometimes in the cunt, sometimes the mouth and sometimes the ass. She always found come in those same places after the daydream, but there was no way she could place the blame on him. They would happen while she was cooking breakfast, while relaxing in the tub, or cleaning house. One thing she knew for certain, she was not telling Max. He would find some way to blame it on her! The dreams showed no sign of letting up. She had to find some way to see what was causing them or if she was completely crazy. She had no idea how to go about it, but she finally went across the hall. When Walter came to the door, she just looked at him. Yes, that was the man she kept seeing during these episodes, but what next? Walter stood there, completely at ease, waiting for her to formulate her question. He had no reason to cause problems for her, she was just the closest good-looking woman to his apartment, so she got selected. "I, I, did you, have you..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say, but needing to get to the bottom of it to save her sanity. "May I come in?" she finally managed, knowing that Max would be away for several more hours. "Sure. Come on in. Beautiful women are always welcome here." She didn't much care for his smirk, but first things first. "Would you care for something to drink?" "No, I..well, okay. Do you mind if I smoke?" "Not if you take your clothes off first." "Oh! I'm getting out of here!" "It's just a little joke. Yes, I mind if you smoke, but only about as much as you would mind taking your clothes off in front of a stranger. I only say it that way to show degree of caring, not to make some stupid attempt to seduce you." "Boy, you sure had me going there for a minute. I guess I'm pretty up tight right now about something I was hoping you might be able to help me with." Walter brought her a tall gin and tonic. "Thanks." She settled back into the chair, slightly more relaxed after his sly humor and the familiarity of the drink in her hand. It did not occur to her that he had given her her favorite drink, including the unusual brand of gin. She had other things on her mind at the moment. "I don't know how to say this, but I'm been having some disturbing experiences, lately, that you seem to figure into somehow, and I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light on them." "What kinds of experiences?" "They are very hard to describe." "Well, are they antagonistic, rewarding, adventurous, excruciating or what?" "In a way they are rewarding, but so strange that I can't accept them." "Strange in what way?" "It's hard for me to say to a stranger." "Oh. Then if you're like most people, it must have something to do with sex." "Yeah. That's why I have a hard time telling you about them." "What is the worst thing that happens to you if you tell me?" "I don't know. I guess I would be embarrassed. These things are pretty personal and I'm not accustomed to sharing my personal experiences with other people, especially men." "Which is worse, being a little embarrassed or not knowing why you are having these experiences?" "I've got to find out the story about these things, so I guess I'll tell you. I keep having things like daydreams or visions where you and I are having sex." she blushed. "Sex? You and me? Seems pretty strange, all right. What kind of sex?" "You know, just sex." "No, it helps if you tell me exactly what kind of sex." "Well, regular sex and also in my mouth and in my ass." "Huh. It does sound strange, doesn't it? For what it's worth, I've been having the same sort of experiences. I was really delighted that you came here today, because there was no way I could come to your apartment and ask such questions. You would have had me thrown out." "You have! Golly! Yeah, I guess you're right. Max would have killed you for asking a thing like that. What does it mean?" "I'm not sure. Maybe just seeing you in the hallway once in a while has caused me to use you as a model in my fantasies and they are somehow projecting into your mind as well." "Well, stop it! It isn't nice to break into someone else's mind like that." "I don't think I have any control over something like that, besides, you can't blame me for noticing how desirable you are." "I gue--" At this moment, Walter flipped the switch. He took a long time to size up the situation and to plan his next move. He had not thought very far ahead concerning the effect his actions would have on her. Maybe it was time to think a little. For starters, he lifted her skirt and removed her panties. He loved the smell of warm panties, straight off the crotch with the little soils of a woman's busy day. After stuffing them in his pocket and rearranging her the way she had been, he turned the field off. "--ss I.." She started to finish the word she had started, but began to realize that her bare ass was now resting on the cushions of his couch. "Oh, my, it's happening again!" she blurted. "What is it?" he offered. "Oh! It's too embarrassing. I can't tell you!" "If you want to work this thing out, you must tell me everything. If you don't tell me, you'll have to tell somebody. I guess you could tell Max or you could go to a high priced psychologist who would just listen as I'm offering to do. Take your pick." "I guess you're right. I can't tell Max and I can't afford a shrink, so I'll try to tell you. I, I was just sitting here and suddenly it feels like I'm not wearing any panties." "Were you wearing any when you came in?" "Certainly! What kind of person do you think I am?" "I hardly know you yet, but I wouldn't think you were a bad person if you preferred to not wear panties. I think it is nobody's business but your own. Who am I to pass judgment on you for anything?" "That's right, but most people don't think like you do." "That's a fact!" "What kind of work do you do?" Walter explained that he was an electronics genius who worked out of his home, designing products for big companies to produce. "Would I know of any of your products?" "I doubt it. They are mostly used in high precision industrial automation." "Wow, that's fa---" He hit the switch again and removed her bra before switching back on. "--scinating... There! It happened again. Now it feels like my bra is gone." "Does it just feel like these things are gone, or are they really missing? Clothes don't just evaporate, do they?" He sort of hated himself for teasing her, but he felt he was just paying back a lifetime of teasing from members of her sex. It was fun to watch her squirm around, feeling herself here and there to verify that she was indeed sitting there with him, nude under her flimsy dress. He liked the idea a lot, but kept his emotions out of his face and voice. "Are they really gone?" "I'm afraid so" she blushed. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm not used to this kind of thing." "Please don't apologize. There seems to be nothing you can do about it, and I'm not bothered in any way, so let's just talk it over some more and see if we can come to a solution." The solution he had in mind would "come", all right! "Ok, I'm sorry. I'll try. It's just so hard." "Just describe to me the complete details of all the incidents you remember and I'll sit here and listen quietly. Try to remember if these incidents have been happening more often or for longer times, or with greater clarity." "You know, you're right! At first, it was little things like I would answer the door and there would be nobody there, but I was dripping.." her voice trailed off. "Semen?" he offered in a professional sounding voice. "Yes" she muttered in a small voice. "Don't be afraid to go ahead and tell me the details. I'm not embarrassed by things like this and there is no need for you to be embarrassed, either." Somewhat heartened by his speech and by getting over the first threshold, she continued a bit more candidly. "Then I started losing my panties and bra, just like now. I kept finding semen all over my body. Sometimes in front, sometimes in back and once in a while in my mouth." "How did this affect you?" "How do you think? How would you like to be doing the dishes and find your panties around your ankles and your mouth full of come?" she blurted out. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to talk that way." "Wouldn't it save time if we just used the words we both ordinarily use instead of "semen" and "front and back"? It would be easier for me and maybe for you to. "Oh, all right! I've been getting fucked a lot, lately, by someone who looks just like you, but I seem to black out or something because I don't remember hardly any of it, and I'm scared!" "Does this ever happen while Max is with you?" "Yeah!" she paused in wonder. "It has. It has even happened while he was fucking me, so I guess that means I can't be blacking out, doesn't it?" "It does unless you think Max is knocking you out, letting someone else fuck you, then knocking you out again to finish his fuck. Doesn't sound too logical to me." "Whew!" she sighed with relief. "It's nice to know I'm not entirely losing my mind. "Now go on and try to remember whether the scenes are becoming more real." "They are! Just yesterday, I dreamed that I was sitting on a desk while you worked, and I was nude and you had a finger in my.." "Twat?" "Yeah!" "Did the desk look like this?" taking her into the office. He had removed all traces of machinery while he had the switch off the first time, so there was only his CAD system and books scattered around. "This is it!" she squeaked. "I was sitting on that desk." She blushed to remember the scene. If I was into blushing, I would have, too. That had been a great scene. Keeping up the patter to keep her mind off of implications, I asked "does the other person ever speak to you in these scenes?" "No, not so far, but they have been getting longer and more detailed all the time, just like you said. "I read about a situation just like this a while back. A girl about your age was having some misunderstandings with her husband and she fantasized a whole set of experiences about a neighbor she hardly knew, as a way of actualizing her problems. After a few weeks, and some incredibly vivid scenes which seemed to last for hours, sometimes, she found that they went away normally, without any ill effects. The best part was that her problems with her husband were resolved also." "Really? Why didn't you tell me this before? You're not just making this up, are you? Please say you're not." "I'm not making this up. Your visions are as real as you want to make them. If it helps you to use me as the person you don't care anything about, I don't mind. I'm sure it won't hurt me. However, if your case is like the other girl's, maybe you should brace yourself for some pretty intense experiences." "Yeah" she murmured, not wanting to look directly at him. "Did you say that you had been having fantasies about me?" "A few. Maybe your emotions are so strong they are leaking through the walls of the building and making me see the same things you are seeing." "I don't know. I've never believed in.. The time seemed right. He hit the remote control and stopped her right there. Making careful note of her stance and position in the room, he took her into the bedroom and proceeded to fuck her pretty soundly. As he was building up to his orgasm, he made sure the switch was out of her sight, but would not be lost in his frenzy and turned her on! One second, she was standing in his office telling him about these things and how she did not believe in ESP, and the next, she was lying under him getting the shit fucked out of her. She was still trying to get her bearings when he blew his wad into her half awake cunt. As soon as his prick quit jerking inside her, he flipped the switch again. He took his time getting calmed down. He wanted to take a shower, but was afraid she would notice a change in his cleanliness level, so he only sponged off his prick and took a piss to clean the come out of the tube. Then he placed her in the position she had been before and hit the switch. "...ESP..." She always took a second or so to wind down after one of these special interruptions in her time frame. Now she stood in his office, a few feet in front of him with his come dripping down her legs, wondering if it had really happened. It was the most real and longest experience he had let her have. She abandoned all semblance of modesty. "Dammit! It just happened again, only more so!" she yelled, lifting her skirt. "What happened?" he inquired casually. "You, or somebody who looks like you, just fucked the shit out of me in a bed, somewhere. See, my cunt is still dripping!" She spread the lips of her pussy to show him the truth of her words. he knew the truth and he had seen her pussy many, many times, but it still made his cock jump to have her expose it to him like that. She must really be in a dither! "I'm going to get to the bottom of this!" she exclaimed. "Stand up!" she ordered him. "I want to see if your cock is dripping come like my pussy is!" "Come on, train!" He reluctantly allowed her to pull his pants down without too much of a fight and watched disinterestedly as she pulled his cock close to her face and sniffed it for traces of tell tale come. It was the hardest disinterest he'd ever done. He couldn't keep old Rover from lifting his schnozz, though. You let a beautiful woman pull your prick out and fondle it for any reason and see how your disinterest holds out! She was beginning to calm down a little now, but was still holding his stiff prick in her hand. "I guess it couldn't have been you. Just a second ago, that prick was shooting come up my cunt, but yours is clean. Can I use your bathroom?" he noticed that she was still looking at his stiff prick, but could not tell if it was admiration or whether she was trying to recognize it. He let her get settled on the pot before he killed her time and went to take a look at her. He had always wanted to see how a woman pissed, but never could get one to let him look. She was straddling a frozen, golden waterfall. It made such a great picture that he got the camera and took a shot before letting her get on with it. This time she was unaware of the event because he had not turned her on during his presence. She emerged from the bathroom, still pondering the events that had taken place here, or had seemed to. Giving him a weak smile, she said "I suppose you think I'm crazy. Maybe I am." "I don't think you're crazy. Sounds to me like the same kind of case that I was reading about. If it is, maybe it will be over before long." "I hope so, but right now it's still getting stronger" she noted, eyeing him as if she thought she should be mad, but not having any way to justify it. She left without her bra and panties. He added them to his collection. To Be Continued... The Time Machine Ch. 3 Walter stumbled onto a method to freeze time while trying to design an antigravity generator. He had turned on the power to his antigrav unit for it's first full blown test and had been severely disappointed when it failed to affect the weight of his test load. He was about to turn it off when he noticed that the test clock was not ticking. He also found that nothing changed in his entire measurable universe except him. He could find no set of known criteria that explained it until he realized that the field only affected things outside a three foot radius from it when it was turned on. A few minutes thought made him realize the value of what he had. After several other adventures, he got into the habit of stopping time for the blonde from across the hall and posing her in various modes of display in his workshop while he worked. She eventually confronted him to ask for help in understanding what was happening to her. During the following days, he kept up about the same level of activity as before, but once a day, at various times, he would turn her time on just as he was coming in her. While rummaging through her things, he found a well hidden diary which he made good use of. It had a complete account of her visions with him as well as admitting that she was starting to get off on them. If he would only let her stay on long enough, she was sure she could get her gun. It turned out that he had been right on about a girlfriend having problems with her boyfriend. It seems that good old Max knew little and cared less about the needs of a woman. He jumped on, shot his wad and rolled over to go to sleep. She had been trying to get him to go down on her until he told her to shut up and forget it. So, she wanted somebody to lick her pussy, did she? No sooner said than done. While he was going through her diary, she had been in the process of taking a bath. He had frozen her with two fingers in her cunt to give himself something to look at while he read. He took her out of the tub, dried her off, and took her to his place. After arranging her on the bed and getting into position, he turned on her time and gave her a cuntlapping that she would remember for a long time. Neither of them said a word. She leaned back, closed her eyes and accepted it. When she went over the top, he thought she was going to tear his ears off with her thighs. "I don't care if you are old and ugly. You're just a fantasy, anyway, but you sure can suck a pussy." Without replying, he hit the switch and put her back in the tub. This time, he hid in the closet long enough to hear her mutter, "Damn right! It's about time these fantasies started being more fun for me. Now if I could just get a dildo up my ass while I'm being sucked off.." she brought herself off again with her fingers. He was beating his wang so hard in her closet that he thought he better get out before he spoiled the whole thing. After that, he began letting her be conscious during the entire fuck. He never spoke a word, even when she tried to get him to, but he tried faithfully to create every fantasy she revealed to her diary. She must have realized there was some connection, because she began writing much more detailed descriptions of her wildest desires. Within his abilities and the constraints of the system, he tried to fulfill them all. Imagine the surprise of the black football player he had checked out in the locker room, when he found himself down the throat of a beautiful blonde he never saw before. It only lasted for ten seconds, but it was certainly vivid in his mind for a long time. His neighbor was starting to warm to these vivid fantasies, too. Now that they were being tailored to her inner desires, it would be hard not to. One day, she came to his door again. "Can I come in?" "Any time. I was just making myself a cup of coffee. Want some?" "Sure, just put a shot in it, ok?" he knew that she drank like a fish, but had not worked that into the equation, yet. "I thought you might like to know that everything seems to be working out just like you said. It has helped me a lot to know what I might expect and to know that one person at least doesn't think I'm crazy. You're nice." "Gee, thanks" He drug his toe in the dirt. "Are the visions being any easier on you?" "Yeah, they're getting to be kind of fun. Now that I'm not really scared of them, I can just relax and get my rocks off. That's something I never could do before." "I'm glad I could help" topping up her shot. "There's just one thing." "What?" "It's something that has been bothering me, but I haven't had the nerve to ask you. That's why I'm getting bombed on your booze." "You can ask me anything you want, even for more booze if you want it." "No. What I want is for you to fuck me to see if it's the same as the dream." Come into my parlor, Miss Fly. "I don't mind--if you think it will help." "I've got to know if I'm entirely making the whole thing up or what." We went into the bedroom. She looked around. "This is exactly like the bedroom I keep getting fucked in, but I've never seen it before!" He undressed her and laid her down. With great tenderness, he made long, slow passionate love to her in the exact ways he knew she liked. He licked her cunt and licked her ass. He fucked her in every hole and let her suck his pole. He left come dribbling out every orifice in her body. "I don't know how you've done it, you ugly old bastard, but you've found a way to fuck me for months. The only thing saving your mangy hide is that I love it! Why don't we move away together and you can fuck me all the time instead of however you've been doing it?" Well, it certainly sounded like something worth thinking about. He had grown quite fond of her after getting to know her, and apparently the feeling was mutual. Her instincts were better than her knowledge, also. His secret was still safe, but she knew it was him. He agreed to the plan and she went home to pack before Max got home. He was sitting at his desk, pondering what to do with the time stasis machine when he suddenly saw his shorts lying on the desk in front of him with a note pinned to the crotch. It read, "We have taken your machine to a safer place. You don't need it any more and you were really fucking up the universe with it." There was a P.S., "By the way, we took your pictures and panty collection to keep you out of further trouble." As he read, the note began to smolder, and gradually disappeared. He and the blonde now have four little blondes of their own. Sometimes he catches her looking at him with a question on her lips, but she just smiles and snuggles up.