2 comments/ 58879 views/ 62 favorites Timestopper Begins Ch. 01 By: Drmaxc I have written several stories about a timestopper -- someone with the unnatural ability to stop time. This is the story of how this man came to be a timestopper, how he learnt about his power and what he did with it. It is a bit rude in parts - actually quite rude (well chapters 3-26 anyway). Chapter 1 - Starting time Prosaic: it was not a radioactive spider - at least I never saw it; my parents were not brutally gunned down leaving me scarred and determined - they are both still living a quiet life in a retirement home in Beaconsfield; I did not fall from the sky, the child of a planet with a red sun -- 'greetings Earthmen I come from Croydon'; I did not even find an old knarled stick or old bone and tap or twist it - I do not think I have found so much as a sixpence that was not mine; I am not some great inventor with a heart problem - be fair, I did not even get Physics GCSE. How then did I come to be a super hero? Super, yes: hero, well perhaps not so much the hero - though I did try. I did, I really did. Accidental: it was certainly not of my own making. I did not set out to learn how to start time. Ha! That had you. You were thinking what fun it would be to stop time but let me assure you the greater pleasure is being able to start time... when it has stopped. And stopped it had for me. Dramatic: I give it that. There was thunder and lightning, blackness and light, howling wind and driving rain. Great dark clouds swirling high above the darkened lonely heath as I trudged solitary, a mere speck in the immensity of that lonely place to my appointment with time. Of course I should not have gone but you know what young love is; I would not have walked had I possessed a car then; could have avoided the anguish of the solitary walk and what came after. She was not at home when I got there; had gone out with someone who did have a car; did I wish to leave a message? No. It was a lonely walk back to town and the railway, not that I wanted anyone with me just then, not when I was feeling so utterly miserable. She was out with him! Him, yes him! The idea of them together, laughing, holding hands, even... no, it was all too awful. And as I walked the sky darkened, yes, growing as black as my mood if you like, and the wind began to rise. Was that a portent? Was it a sign of great things? No, I think it was the weather. Now when I say a darkened lonely heath you are, most likely, thinking of Macbeth and the Three Witches: 'How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these so wither'd and so wild in their attire.' Probably, though, the aged hags would not have recognised the neatly mown grass, the little flags and oddly shaped patches of sand as a heath but that was what it had once been and a heath it still nominally remained, crossed by a lonely road albeit now metalled by the district council. Deserted certainly - there were no golfers there that evening: not with a sky like that. They were not stupid. A warm Nineteenth and the important knowledge that the last place you want to be in a thunderstorm is on a golf course (OK, fair enough, or on a mountain top, or on the roof of a very tall building or... but you know what I mean). I should have taken more notice of the gathering storm, should not have been caught like that, should have accepted the kindly offered lift from a stranger in a car, but caught I was. Caught by the rain, caught by the wind and, coming to my senses, caught by the lightning as, rather too late, I realised for a split second that a very strange pressure was building and knew with a surprising clarity of thought that static electricity, truly millions of volts, was building to use me as a conduit from the sky to Earth and that the Earth was reaching through me to the sky. You can imagine the thought which went through my head - 'oh, that's really such a deuced shame' or, at least, sort of words to that effect... It was, suddenly, very, very quiet; there was no great thunderclap, no fizz of sparking electricity like Franklin and his kite borne key, no explosion of me changing from man to over-cooked kebab, no nothing - just a remarkable and immediate lack of sound. There was not even the sound of rain falling - yet rain was falling because as I moved it felt wet on my face. Perhaps, I reasoned, I had been deafened by the lightning strike even if, or so it appeared, it had singularly failed to hurt me in any other way. I could not feel anything wrong with me as my hands roamed over my apparently uncrispy body. It was just at about that moment I noticed something particularly curious - the rain was not actually falling. It was in the air: it just was not moving. Nothing was moving. The wind, which seconds before had been blowing the branches of the trees this way and that, was not even moving so much as a leaf. A car's headlights in the distance were not getting any closer. Nothing but me was moving. Unnerved? Would you not have been if you thought you were dead? And that is exactly what came to mind. I looked around for the body, yeah - my body, but saw not even a heap of gently smouldering clothes. It certainly put the disappointment of not going out with Katherine that evening into perspective! But on the positive side, if I had prematurely passed on there was, at least, the good news that I had indeed passed on: not simply ended. Cue jolly music and 'Always look on the bright side of...' well death really. Probably I walked on in some sort of a daze. Was I now a ghost in a silent world? The more I walked, the odder it all seemed. Why had time seemingly stopped around me? Surely ghosts move through a world of time? To see people in a car and, walking past the car, notice, whilst the car and the people were not moving, the speedometer read 33 m.p.h.; to see someone suspended in the air in the act of running through the rain but with neither foot touching the ground; or see a crow suspended unmoving in the sky was not what I would have expected a spirit to see. It was as if I was walking through a picture, a three dimensional world of a photograph, a man displaced from a moving film into a snapshot. The more I walked, the more I really did not think I was actually dead: OK, let me be honest, hoped I was not dead, but it just did not seem right. I was sure I had cheated death but was not at all clear how I had done it. Surely the lightning would have got me? Was I trapped in a timeless world, doomed to walk forever in a single moment in time, not able even to relive a Groundhog Day? If time had stopped for me, how was I to restart it? What was the key to restarting time? Turning, I walked back. Standing there under a tree, so I had not seen them earlier on, were an elderly couple pointing - pointing at where I had been when I sensed the lightning strike. Frozen in the act of pointing. I stood by them. What had they seen that I had not? If only I could ask them. Flash, bang. Light, sound, movement, rain -- action! "Did you see that, one moment the glow?" "Yes the blue glow..." "The flash..." "Poor man..." "We must..." We were running towards the spot where I had been, all three of us but I am not sure they had seen me. There was nothing there. "Did you see?" They were asking me. "No, I... didn't. What?" "A man in the rain, glowing, then struck by the lightning..." "Such a flash..." "I saw the flash," I admitted. "But where is he?" I was not really listening any more. I walked away. The beautiful sound of sound was back, time had restarted and I was alive, I was not dead, I was not stuck in a silent world. The joy of time starting once more, the sheer pleasure of reality, the happy feel of moving rain on my face, the sound of people's voices, the... I stepped out into the road. You know how it is said your life flashes before your eyes at the moment of your violent death? Well it did not so much do that as sort of stopped for me... It was the car, the car travelling at 33 m.p.h., I heard the horn and saw the lights - too late. Too late except that the world went silent again and the lights did not move. With a heartbeat of probably two hundred a minute I stepped back off the road and the car flashed past - only to suddenly stop with a remarkable squeal of brakes and a skid on the wet road. The woman screamed and the elderly man clutched at my arm. "Whoops," I said, "That was a near one." Dramatic words for a dramatic moment. The man looked at me curiously, "Be careful," he said. "Time and tide wait for no man... usually." Clearly good, if somewhat enigmatic, advice but a trifle late for me that evening. Shivering as much with fright as cold I made my way home. What had happened - twice? Timestopper Begins Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Mastering time: the dawn of a super hero The alarm ringing by my bed brought me back from a confused dream world. A world of violent storm, lightning, car headlights and fear. I am not the fastest in the morning; not for me the leap from the bed with a song in my heart and the anticipation of a bright new day; no not that; more a groan and a wish to continue my sleep. As I had done on so many mornings I willed the clock to stop its incessant ringing and just let me go back to blissful sleep. The fact it instantly stopped but so also did the birdsong and traffic noise was, unsurprisingly, not at all conducive to dropping gently and easily back into a peaceful, dreamless sleep: on the contrary I sat bolt upright wider awake than I normally am even at midday. I had done it again - I had stopped time. Standing in the window, I looked out on a silent and motionless world. It is difficult to conceive of utter silence until you have experienced it. Even underground, in a cave or mine, you are more than likely going to hear the drip, drip, drip of water, the little plinking sound of water in a pool, but there was nothing making the slightest sound except me - and my accelerated heartbeat actually did sound quite loud. I was not at all sure how I had done it, how I had stopped time. Certainly I had little doubt it was me who had done it - I could very much recall my desire for the alarm to stop -- and stop it had. Slowly I descended the stairs and walked out into the street. There people were, halted in the act of walking along the pavement, people in strangely motionless cars, people on the other side of the road going nowhere in a hurry, birds suspended in the sky, even a cat frozen in the act of leaping off a fence. It was utterly strange. Why the cat should have drawn me to it, first of all, was not clear; perhaps it was because it was not a person and I felt more comfortable. It was clear, crystal clear, why it was leaping or, to be more accurate, pouncing - there was a mouse there in the grass right below it. I bent and picked up the mouse. It too was frozen in time, completely unaware of me - or more importantly the cat about to descend to torment and end its little existence. It was like a child's toy, a beautifully detailed toy, a lovely little miniature furry thing. It seemed such a shame to have it broken (= killed) by the cat and so I placed it down in a different place and for good measure pushed the cat along a bit. There the cat was; suspended in the air and with a little push I just moved it a yard to the left. The cat did not fall to the ground, it just moved where I had pushed it. It was all very puzzling. Time had stopped but I could move things around as I wished. My actions had effect but everything else had ceased. It was strange walking along the pavement with people frozen at the very moment my alarm had stopped its ringing. A little girl skipping with her mother suspended in the air; people in positions they simply could not have maintained if time was moving because they would have fallen over; people with odd expressions on their faces caught between one facial expression and another like photographs you would throw away or delete. And there was I, walking between them in my pyjamas, the only moving thing I could see. 'The only living boy in New York' - except it was New Malden. What was happening to me? A pretty girl hurrying, perhaps to work, caught my attention. You know how an eye can be caught by a pretty girl. But there was no need for the furtive, quick glance at face or bosom. There she was, frozen in time - and a very nice sight the cleavage in her shirt made in the morning sun. No need to observe from yards away: I could and did lean in close and look down between her breasts. And just like the little mouse or the suspended cat I could so easily have touched and moved. It was all very odd and disturbing. My fascination, like the night before, turned to worry. It was one thing to have stopped time but how did I start it again? I was not awfully keen on that happening out in the street with just my pyjamas on. Not only would it look a little odd at rush hour, it could look an awful lot worse as I had become aware, you know how pyjamas are, that I was poking out of the fly. It was, of course, the pretty girl's fault having such an attractive cleavage: certainly that had something to do with what my mind had been thinking... Nonetheless there I was in the middle of the street with an erection on display! I stuffed the item back inside double quick but even so for a moment or two - because the fright soon lessened the tumescence - what I had inside my pyjamas was still rather obvious pushing against the material and that was not the moment I wanted time to restart. Back in the safety of my house I had the greatest desire to be a time starter but would it start? No! I stood looking out of my bedroom window willing people to start moving, I tried holding my breath like trying to stop the hiccups, shutting my eyes, frowning in concentration but eventually went to eat my breakfast and even after that - and discovering that whilst I could cut a loaf of bread with a knife the toaster simply would not do any toasting - the people and the pretty girl were just where I had left them. How had I done it the night before? It had just happened. I had wanted to ask the couple a question about what they were pointing at, and time had just restarted; the second time I had stepped back from near certain death and time had restarted. There seemed no connection. I looked around me, "Go on start," I said breaking the complete silence. Time did not seem to be listening. The morning passed and I was well into the afternoon. Well, I say the morning passed but of course it was still morning and it was not yet afternoon at all. The sun had not swung across the heavens, the people had not moved or got to work, nobody had had lunch yet - except me - and my watch had not moved one second. I was getting desperate. It was just too quiet and whilst I knew there would always be plenty to eat I did not want to be stuck in my 'Groundhog Day' or rather 'Groundhog Second.' I had even bothered to get dressed; not that anyone could see me or see what I was wearing. I could have wandered about in my pyjamas or indeed nothing at all and no one would have taken a blind bit of notice. The frozen time period was so much longer than the night before. There had to be a way - there obviously was a way of restarting time. It had happened yesterday, twice! My mind returned, as male minds will to the girl's cleavage outside. Whilst I was waiting for time to restart why did I not take another look? Dark haired, round face with wide open eyes and parted lips. She was hurrying to work I judged. Had been for quite a time from my perspective. Crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone revealing the aforementioned cleavage. I came right up to her and looked down into the valley once again. Very nice. Stepping back I admired her legs clad in black nylon under a dark blue skirt, nicely belted at her waist. Trainers not high heels but she had those in a bag to put on later - I looked! I circled her. She was like a mannequin all dressed up in a shop window. Only she was warm when I touched her. Yes I risked two fingers in that cleavage. Naughty I know. Quite immoral, I appreciate, but she did not move an inch, did not react. She did not know and that lead me to undo a button, just the one: well, just the one before I undid another one! A pretty little white bra, all lacy and feminine. I imagined her putting that on in the morning, slipping the straps over her shoulders, the cups over her breasts and reaching behind to do up the strap. Had she been alone then or had a boyfriend watched appreciatively from the bed? Had they been making early morning love and she had come out in the street freshly showered? A shower to wash the residue of sexual fluids from her making her all ready for the working day. Thought of restarting time seemed to have left my head for a moment as I wondered just what those breasts looked like, what had her imagined boyfriend seen, had he chewed on her nipples only minutes before? OK, seemingly hours for me. Another button or two and a soft mounded tummy came into view. Of course I was hard in my trousers. I was doing something incredibly naughty and sexual. Did I dare, did I dare undo the bra strap and take a peek? My mannequin was not moving even when I stroked her tummy. Right below her tummy button were very fine little dark hairs. I could really imagine where they led! What was she like down there? A full bush or rather sparse? Trimmed or even shaved? It occurred to me I could probably slip my hand between skirt and skin and find out. I think I started to sweat. This time stop thing was quite amazing and terribly immoral or at least potentially so! I did undo the bra. I knew I should not do that but it was so very easy to succumb to temptation. A quick feel around her back and under her shirt and job done. All I had to do was lift the bra and there would be her breasts for me to see. Two soft mounds of delightful soft flesh. Did I lift - well of course I did! The bra was warm and soft - and so were her breasts. They were lovely - I just stared and stared. Not a hint of sag, of course, with perky upturned nipples in brown areolae with all the usual little bumps around them - I was getting a very close look after all - but what surprised me, and I had not been expecting that, was her right nipple pierced with a gold ring through it. It seemed to me an odd thing to do. Not really a useful place to hang the car or house keys. It suggested, though, sexual experience and so the imagined boyfriend was probably real. Did I touch? Of course I did. The regulation handfuls, the stroking of nipples and an attempt at bouncing them up and down - only they would not bounce. If I lifted them up they stayed lifted - clearly a product of the strange stopping of time. I resisted the temptation to delve deeper - yes I do mean into her panties - after all I had no idea when or if time might restart and the potential for more than embarrassment was pretty plain! I slipped the cups back over her breasts. Re-tying the bra strap seemed a bit too much bother and if I was lucky I might - if time restarted - catch a glimpse of her boobs bouncing unrestrained. I did the buttons of her shirt up and stepped back feeling very relieved I had done all that with time staying stopped. "Phew!" I went and time restarted. Yes, just like that! She did a double take at me - to her I had suddenly appeared out of nowhere but I was quick enough to glance at her cleavage and see it heave up and down before she walked past me. A very nice bounce. How good it would be to see her walking around without clothes on at all! And not only had I glimpsed her bouncing boobs but, really rather more importantly, time had restarted - I was back in the land of the moving - but how had I done it? What had happened? I needed to get this under control. She was not the only person who stared at me. Several others were looking very puzzled. Clearly it was not a good idea to be unexpectedly in a public place when time restarted. Time had only restarted when I had relaxed and stopped thinking about it. When I had instead been thinking about the girl. Was the trick relaxation? Over the next few days I practised. Stopping time seemed to come so easily, a mere matter of will: restarting was another matter - I had to get in the right frame of mind and relax. Gradually I got better. It was quite a gift, quite a power to possess. It did not seem to be running out on me. I found I could soon stop and start time at will. Just like that. I had read enough comics to know what I had was a super power. I was like the Flash or Spider Man or the Torch. But what to call myself? Time Man? Time Stop Man? Time Halter Man? The Chronos? The Timer? Mr Freeze-frame (I think that's sort of been done)? They all seemed a bit too comic book so instead I chose 'Temporal Man of Power' as quite different from the comic books heroes and having a bit more mystery than Power Man of Time. Yes, I even had TMP blazoned on the chest inside a silver clock face in a rather nice swirly gothic script. Yes I made myself a super-hero costume! Not at all easy for me - I am hardly a seamstress or any kind of -ess actually - but somehow with a lot of research, effort, fresh starts and help from a local tailor I had the suit. Spectacular and very much the thing. Thigh length green boots, yellow thick tights, green underpants (briefs without the hole - I mean I did not want to look a right plonker with a set of green Y fronts), yellow tee shirt with the silver 'TMP' time clock badge, short practical green cloak (with pouch for sandwiches), green eye mask, green gauntlets and yellow baseball hat (to keep the sun out of my eyes and also the rain on those inclement days of superheroing. This was, after all, South London not Metropolis). I sort of thought the baseball hat gave a modern twist to the traditional super hero costume. Is it a bird, is it a plane? No it's Temporal Man of Power (said in a deep, sonorous voice). Standing in front of the mirror I was certainly a sight. No one was going to miss me when I popped up out of nowhere having saved the day. I still have the photographs, not least of me giving the big thumbs up with one of my gauntlets. A photograph all ready to be 'leaked' to the newspapers. Of course in retrospect, and given what TS has come to mean for me, I should have kept the Y fronts. That little hole would actually have been the most useful part of the costume; and I don't just mean to pee through -- though actually, let's be practical, can you imagine the embarrassment of standing at the stalls in all that get up with your tights and holeless green briefs pulled down to your knees taking a sparkle? "Nice arse, Temporal Man of Power." It was jolly hot with normal clothes on over my costume that sunny day when first I went 'on patrol' and when it became increasingly obvious I did not really need a costume. Not only did I not find anyone to save or help but it was rather obvious that, with time stopped, I did not need a to keep my identity secret and wear a costume - I could have gone about the saving just as well with my normal clothes on or indeed nothing on at all. It would only be if I hung around for thanks would I need to reveal myself clad in my bright impressive costume. No real super hero is in it for gratitude but rather is for doing the right thing and saving the world for democracy and the All American Dream (well, not in my case - more the South London dream really and I am not too sure what that is). I trudged around the town feeling hotter and hotter but there was nobody I could see who needed the help of Temporal Man of Power. I even stopped time and took my outer clothes off in a 'phone box; more to cool down than anything else. Running along the high street past and around frozen people with my cloak flapping behind me seemed good practice for my new role and certainly felt impressive but it soon occurred to me that running would never be needed for Temporal Man of Power as he had all the time he needed to get to any incident. Yes, I could walk. Like Batman - well not like Batman as I used a ladder - I sat atop a building looking out over the bustling town like the Caped Crusader standing watch over Gotham City and finally I saw a job for Temporal Man of Power: some bastard was walking off with the wallet I had left in the 'phone box with my clothes. Stopping time, I climbed back down, almost falling off the ladder as my cloak got in the way, and walked calmly and rather impressively back to the 'phone box and the thief. It was easy to retrieve the wallet and easy to mete out punishment - I tied his shoelaces together! Standing in the shadows I restarted time and of course he fell over straight away. It was amusing -- yes, really funny! Stepping from the shadows I waggled a yellow gloved finger at him as he lay puzzled and hurt on the pavement. "Don't steal!" said Temporal Man of Power and everyone around stopped and stared in wonder. "Crime does not pay!" I said it rather well, though I say it myself, my words of warning and advice coming out in a deep and, I think, impressive voice. Words said before turning back into the shadows conscious of the admiring looks from the passers by and then I stopped time. I did not think New Malden was yet ready for Temporal Man of Power to just appear and disappear before their very eyes in the bright sunshine. A slipping away in the shadows seemed more the thing. Retrieving my clothes and donning once more my secret identity I stepped from the 'phone box back into time to hear, "You all right, mate, nasty fall. Who was the prat in the costume?" It seemed things were all wrong. Rather than the thief slinking off ashamed: he was being seen as the victim. It was a bit galling but, in time, people would come to thank Temporal Man of Power and be grateful he watched over their town and not the next one down the road. Even so, I found no further employment that afternoon or the next day. I became a little more disillusioned and undoubtedly hot. Did Temporal Man of Power, let's call him TMP for short, really need to wear his costume under his clothes? Could he not carry them in a backpack and just wear shorts and a tee shirt? I decided he could and he did. By the afternoon of patrolling the streets, and occasionally climbing up buildings for an overall view, I was very hot indeed to say nothing of thirsty. Even Temporal Man of Power needs to pop into a pub for a pint and a few moments off. Actually I was getting a bit brassed off with my complete lack of success in helping anybody. I was not in it for the gratitude or the kudos but I did not like wasting my time to no purpose. It was funny, though, how my mind kept returning to the girl with the pleasing cleavage and the intriguing nipple ring. It was all very well super-heroing but it would actually be rather more fun to see more of her - yes I do mean more. It was partly the idea of hanging something from that nipple ring. Amusing to imagine her undressing for the night and finding an unexpected miniature Coca-Cola bottle or a lucky charm swinging from her ring. She fingering, then unclipping it and looking at it in puzzlement. What a wheeze - particularly if I was there to see it. How easy would it be to get into her house or flat and hide? Whilst I had envisaged the power being used for serious and good purposes would it not be brilliant for hide-and-seek? Nobody would ever catch me because as soon as the person got close I could just stop time and move, perhaps to the place the person had just looked in! TMP could, moreover, use the ability for private investigation; seeking out identities, exploring without fear of discovery, checking through papers - real detective work. Despite the further good role for TMP my thoughts still returned to the girl. In her flat or house I could be peeking through a crack in the door, in the next room, inside a cupboard or indeed just behind her. She would not see me but I would see her and the nipple ring. And if her boyfriend came round what sorts of things might I get to see then? The thoughts of how I might see this girl were all much more interesting and entertaining than wandering the streets feeling very hot and trying to do good deeds -- but failing. And of course in bed at night my thoughts were very much more about girls than doing good deeds. Ideas began to form about what I could actually do about girls for real and not just in my head. Things I could do with time stopped; things which were rather more than the simple fondling of a pair of breasts; things which could be very enjoyable indeed. Timestopper Begins Ch. 02 It was the start of the change. Timestopper Begins Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- The change starts A few more days of half heartedly tramping the streets, a few more days of simply not finding a good use for my power was all very disillusioning. I decided Saturday was the day off for Temporal Man of Power and he would go to the beach. The weather was glorious and the drive down very pleasant indeed particularly as I was driven by a friend - an old school friend as it happens: not that this detail is at all relevant to the story. My eye, and indeed my friend's, was drawn to a surprisingly tall blond girl settling down to sunbathe on the sand. She did that rather enticing thing of lying on her front and then unclipping her bikini top to avoid having a white strap mark across her back. It is always the hope that the girl will forget and, when she turns over, leave the bikini top behind on the towel allowing the admiring man (or men) a pleasing view of the undraped breasts: but rarely is the girl so careless. Of course with my time stopping ability I could simply have removed the top altogether and enjoyed the consternation when she decided to turn over and found it simply missing or perhaps just out of reach. Tantalisingly just out of reach! It was one of those cottony bikinis, not all tight but slightly loose. The girl was lying face down on the sand. As sweet looking bottom as you could hope to see uppermost or, rather, as far as you could see given the bikini sort of covered it up. It would have been as easy as anything to slip the whole thing off but I was a bit more subtle and, with just a little stopping of time from me, there it was half way down her bottom, the top of her lovely cheeks very much peeking out to see the sun. Both quite delightfully smooth - but leaving a lot still to the imagination. The girl did not notice at all - which was the idea - but the passing men did. It was quite amusing seeing how many erections it induced! Partial clothing is so often more titillating than full nudity. My friend nudged me to see if I had noticed, little realising just who was the cause of all the interest. It was a worry, though, using time stop - or TS as I was beginning to call it - on a crowded beach. Of course no one could see me out of time. There was no problem with stopping time: the problem was with starting it. Not the original problem of simply how to re-start time but ensuring no one stared at me or asked embarrassing questions. In my alter ego of Temporal Man of Power I slipped into the shadows so I did not suddenly re-appear as if by magic but there were no shadows at all at one o'clock on a crowded beach. I had simply stopped time, got up, walked over to the girl and slipped her bikini down. It was only after the lengthy pause as I admired her bottom that I realised I had absolutely no idea where exactly I had been sitting and what pose I had been in. Looking around me there were men, women and children looking in every direction including some looking roughly towards where I had been sitting next to my friend. At least he was not looking at me. If I sat down and restarted time to anyone watching I would seem to jerk into a different position. It would look very strange and call attention to me. Probably seeing such a phenomenon once would be put down to a misunderstanding, a poorly observed movement and not particularly noted but if it happened twice or, worse, if I simply restarted time when in a different place altogether then the disappearance or sudden appearance of me would very definitely be noticed. The eye is very good at spotting things which are not normal. I say the eye but it is of course the brain constantly scanning the world for danger. A hang over from when we needed to be very aware of unexpected movement -- perhaps by a sabre tooth tiger hiding in the undergrowth or something. I did the best I could in trying to remember exactly where I had been sitting and quite what I was doing. I was back in position when I noticed, and noticed just in time (or just out of time), that the magazine I had been reading was lying half way to the girl on the sand. I had dropped it in my haste to get to her. Had I not retrieved it then it would have seemed to anyone watching that it had jumped out of my hands and landed six feet from me at supersonic speed - not exactly a normal happening on the beach. Not at Brighton anyway. It struck me TS was better practiced with as few people around as possible or, else, I would have to get very good at positively noting my position and posture. Probably I, and indeed TMP, needed a standard adoptive posture when preparing to stop time. Of course I began working on my SAP straight away only for my friend to ask 'what on Earth was I doing?' Circumspection seemed in order. After all Temporal Man of Power was there to save the World not play amusing tricks on girls or get cheap thrills. He was a man with a mission, with gravitas, with high ethical and moral standards: after all, you did not see Superman using his X ray vision to see what Lana Lang or Lois Lane was hiding away, did you? Well not in the DC Comics I read anyway. Temporal Man of Power did not drop the ice cream down the pretty busty girl's cleavage; Temporal Man of Power did not sneak the girl's bikini bottoms off in the sea; Temporal Man of Power did not follow the young couple into the dunes to see what they were up to: no, Temporal Man of Power had fish and chips with his friend; Temporal Man of Power went swimming with his friend and Temporal Man of Power finished the day with a couple of pints in the pub - again with his friend. Yes, it was a good day but lying in bed that night Temporal Man of Power's thoughts did go back to the girl with the cottony bikini and the girl almost with ice cream in her bikini, the girl in the sea and the couple in the dunes. It was a good wank; if you want the detail, but Temporal Man of Power had just a sort of nagging feeling he had missed out on something rather better. The change was creeping closer. What did it was the girl I had first seen that fateful morning outside my house. Yes, the girl with the dark hair, round face, sweet little button nose and perky upturned brown nipples -- and, of course, with the right one pierced with a gold ring. It was seeing her again unexpectedly and it coming into my mind just how warm the feel of her brassiere had been as I lifted it from her soft breasts. It just prompted me to feel a little more. She was in just the same blue skirt as before, possibly the same crisp white shirt and again the black nylons. I spotted her coming out of her block of flats early one morning as TMP walked the streets (before going to work). All of a sudden she paused, slapped her head in that way that means, "I've forgotten something." It was a decision of the moment but I was heading across the road towards her before she had even turned back and was through the main door of her flat block a little behind her as she headed for the lift. There was of course no need for more than a cursory nod in the lift. No need to explain to her why I was there and that I had a great desire to see her breasts exposed again. No, that was not something she needed to know. Out she got and as she fumbled with her key and opened her flat door she stopped completely still, indeed everything stopped except me. With time temporarily halted I slipped beneath her arm and into the private space of her flat. It was a nice flat, though she could have made the bed but at least there were not unwashed dishes in the kitchen. I can be a little fussy! It would not have terribly mattered to me if someone else had been there but it looked like she lived alone. A quick thought and time restarted once more only for me stop it again as I heard the front door close and she came into the bedroom. There I was, just behind the door with the girl paused in the act of coming into her bedroom probably to pick up a book or file or even a shopping list (though that was under a 'fridge magnet on the 'fridge - she was out of Marmite apparently). I had done something much more dubious than early on when I had first discovered my super power. I had arguably broken into this unsuspecting girl's flat with every intention of taking a very intimate look at her. It had been just so easy. No sooner thought than done. It had seemed obvious to me that once the girl's door was open I would be able to get in and I had timed everything just right. As TMP I had realised how easy it was to hide from people for just long enough for them to move and not see me but now I was using that for things that were not too noble. But I just wanted a peep - another peep at those lovely breasts and what was really so very wrong with wanting that? It was difficult to contain my excitement as, for the second time, my fingers started to undo her buttons. It seemed to me I would have to be reasonably quick, after all the girl had a job to go to and she would not want to be late for work. But just a peek would not really delay her and... Late for work? It came to me that she would not be any later for work than I would be. Work would not start even if I delayed her excessively. There was absolutely no hurry needed about the undressing. Time was just not passing. I could take an hour over it: except it would not be an hour or even a minute! What did I mean about undressing? Surely I had only meant to look at those breasts again - hadn't I? Effectively I had a shop window mannequin to undress: only there would be rather more detail to the chest. It had not been my original intention to do more than merely play with the girl's breasts but... my ideas were developing. The idea of the fully detailed, soft, not plastic, complete with hair, warm mannequin was interesting - very interesting. And if she was not to be late for work what harm could there be - providing I took care not to ladder her tights. Undoing another person's buttons is not so easy but it was certainly fun. More and more of her came into view and then I slipped the whole shirt off and set it carefully on the bed. My mannequin was now rather more suited to the lingerie department. The theme was attractive and rather than removing the girl's white lacy bra - pleasingly new rather than being a little worn - my fingers moved to the skirt. In all my (not that many years) I had never undone a skirt but the eye and zip proved obvious to my practical and inquisitive mind. I slipped it to the floor. Well, tights on their own could never be described as a fashion garment. Good under a skirt but not wonderful fully revealed. Stockings and suspender belt has it so much more! Carefully I slid the nylon downwards leaving her in just panties and bra -- matching white lacy items simply perfectly modelled on my mannequin. Standing back I admired. She really did look rather good. Very much 'girl in a hurry' albeit in her underwear - an interesting shop window display. You can imagine what this all did to the contents of my trousers! My intention had always been to view and feel the girl's breasts and I cannot say it was long before I slipped my hands around her back and undid the clasp - the clasp which, quite possibly, had only been done up a mere five minutes before in her act of dressing. I lifted and there once more in my hands were her mouldable, soft, substantial breasts. It was so good to just feel, so much more satisfying than would have been the rigid plastic of the shop window mannequin. They were not rigid at all. How weird to have been feeling up a shop mannequin but this was just so different. A slipping of straps over arms and there were those perky brown nipples once more in my sight. How exciting to see how they really did point upwards towards the ceiling, just as I recalled. All soft and unaroused: which was hardly surprising for a girl heading to work. There through the right nipple was the remembered gold ring. At first I simply fingered the nipples but then my attention moved to the ring. It actually moved within the nipple; I could lift it and rotate it upwards and leave it standing erected. I wondered at the original insertion: the piecing must have hurt. It was not something I wanted for myself -- no, not at all. I pulled on the ring and the nipple was pulled. Again I wondered at its purpose; a bit dangerous if it got caught in something; certainly she could be tied up by it; the idea of a chain and a padlock restricting and securing the girl was exciting. I could actually - if I had the wherewithal - chain the girl naked in her bedroom; imagine her consternation finding herself like that; the last thing she remembered was coming in the front door and now finding herself perhaps naked and chained; unable to get to work; unable to get anywhere; the 'phone out of reach. Why the single ring? What sort of whim had it been? Was it a boyfriend's request or her own strange idea? It was an interesting speculation. Was she into the tying up scene - bondage and the like? All a bit odd to me but then I was fairly naive back in those days. I certainly needed to find out and solve the mystery. The girl would need watching. It seemed a trifle creepy as a prospect. Was this really the sort of thing I did? It was certainly not what Temporal Man of Power did unless it was for the girl's own good. TMP looked after the weak and vulnerable, not the sexy and curvaceous -- perhaps, though, she needed looking after and keeping her safe from what nipple rings might lead to. Was I fooling myself? The fact of the erection in my trousers should more than have given away the reality but did I just see that as an inevitable by-product of my interest and concern? Perhaps the real reason for removing the girl's panties was to check things had not got so bad that there was labial or clitoral piercings as well. It was certainly a necessary check. Carefully I moved and laid her on the bed. It was almost a disappointment. I had sort of imagined long labia minora with either a single gold ring or each labium pierced and with its own little ring of gold perhaps with a chain between. I had sort of built up a little fetish about this, imagining a boyfriend similarly ringed and the two of them connecting themselves with gold chains, ring to ring, for intercourse. An expensive sounding clanking of little chains. I think I imagined them getting tangled and having to get the next door neighbour in to help with amusing consequences - certainly they were amusing to me wanking away in bed later that evening! But there were no piercings though she certainly had labia minora to spare with plenty of space for such things. They were lovely long flaps of skin - the left slightly longer actually - lovely to pull on and then open and investigate in detail her human anatomy. All her private little bits and pieces, all her private orifices there for me to see and the little bump of her clit. Carefully trimmed dark curls - had she done it herself, or at a shop or had she a friend? I rather thought the good looking young man in the photo by her bed, and on her chest of drawers and on the notice board in the kitchen might be that very friend. A man with a sharp pair of scissors and no doubt another tool... Had he been there last night or perhaps even that morning? There is nothing wrong with curiosity and as I saw it I was only there satisfying a curiosity. TMP needed to know about people he might need to help. Had she been with her boyfriend recently? I could check on that. Of course it was rather nice to push my finger into her and watch it disappear. Nice but necessary. How funny girls are compared to boys to have an extra orifice - nice though - and it is certainly a source of endless fascination to boys. But there was not a trace of semen on the finger even when I pushed it in again and out and in several times just to make sure. I am thorough like that. The boyfriend had not been there -- or at least had not had that sort of sexual relation with her -- as far as I could tell! Lovely to have a real girl, a lovely warm pliable real girl that you can just play with without having to worry about what she wants or does not want. It would have been nice to have had her moving though; perhaps in a sort of drugged state just saying 'yes' to everything; not that such a thing was really necessary for TMP's research. My hands roamed exploring. Temporal Man of Power now had all the information he needed. It was a shame I did not have my camera with me to take pictures for my database. TMP needs an information database because, unlike Superman, he does not have Total Recall. TMP may well have had all the information he needed but he was loath to redress the girl. My penis was rock hard in my trousers you see, and what I really wanted to do was wank; indeed, what I really wanted to do was cum looking at this lovely naked dark haired girl - yes what I wanted to do was cum on her. Obviously I would have liked to fuck her but that would have been so wrong and be taking advantage of my super power and not at all the sort of thing Temporal Man of Power would do. But what would be the harm of a little wank - she would never know and was not going to be late for work - what harm would that be? TMP had his own needs as well and would it not be fun to be naked with her? I should, of course, have resisted the temptation but I didn't - the change had started. Fantastic to undress as she lay there; lovely to imagine her looking on impressed at what I revealed. Shirt off, socks off, trousers down and then the impressive bit - down with the pants and there I was standing naked and erect looking down on this girl whom I did not know. Such a feeling of dominance as I stood there with my erection straining. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so I could stand right up between her splayed thighs and began to wank right above her open sex. It would not have done to let go of time and restarted it just then! Fuck, I was just so excited. Just a few strokes and I was ready to cum. A pause, a bit more touching, and then a few more strokes. There in front of me and below was this lovely open sex, just so inviting. I could so easily have got on the girl and slipped in, naked flesh to naked flesh - just for a few strokes: not cumming. But I resisted. I was Temporal Man of Power sworn to protect the weak and vulnerable - very vulnerable in her position... The act was lovely, the fast hand movement, the holding back and then watching the ejaculation fly - and fly it did right up onto her chest and making little pools of cum all the way down to her dark curls - just so exciting seeing it flying and landing all over her naked body. A wonderful free release. A beautiful thing I thought. I stood gasping as my cock began to droop just staring and staring. Fuck, that had been good but now there was a bit of clearing up to do. Actions have consequences and I could not dress her like that. The box of tissues by her bed was pressed into use but whilst cum wipes up from skin it is not easy at all to extract it from curly pubic hair. She was still a bit smeary and messy but it would have to do! Blast - I'd dripped on the carpet as well. Getting a mannequin dressed and positioned is not that easy. I did not make a bad job of it but it was not easy remembering, let alone moving her into the position she had been when she had been just coming into the bedroom. I did my best and then got myself dressed which was a lot easier. Standing at the front door I restarted time and watched her stumble almost badly - clearly I had not got her in quite the right position at all - before she regained her balance and walked into the bedroom. A quick open and close of the front door and I was away. Post coital tristesse I suppose, well post ejaculation anyway, but I was a bit cross with myself for a time. I really should not have done that -- it was just not the sort of thing TMP the super hero should have done -- though there had been no harm to her really. But the damage was done to me. I was not going to be the same again. Timestopper Begins Ch. 04 Next door to me lived a young couple. I knew them well, had got to know them when they had first moved in and had been friendly ever since. Not bosom buddies (though more about bosoms later as you might expect) but enough to have the occasional meal or tea around at theirs, or at mine, or joint visits to a concert - they'd get me a ticket or I'd get them a pair. I don't know if it was obvious to them but I always thought Cindy rather fine. Perhaps Carson noticed my eyes following her or perhaps he didn't - but they did tend to do just that. I mean she was a bit older than me - well so was Carson - but she was as sexy as anything. In the nature of things and in the nature of natural sex, Cindy started to grow. They were ever so sweet and excited about the baby coming. What had surprised me was my reaction. I saw her as even sexier and many was the time I wanked off in bed thinking about her naked with her swollen stomach. I think the fantasy normally proceeded in my head along the lines of her telling me she had cramp and could I massage it or perhaps she was finding it difficult stepping into the bath and needed help and Carson not being home... All rather silly really but resulting in her getting naked, which was nice, and me too for some reason and, well, all sorts of things ensuing of the sucking and fucking variety! Nothing of course happened in reality, I didn't even get to see the bump unobscured by clothes: much less the expanding breasts or a sight of the very 'naughty bits' in the bath or anywhere That is until my time stopping abilities came along. At first I was in my good phase, my role as Temporal Man of Power to the fore. Nature followed its usual course and the baby duly arrived. A tiny little girl and proudly displayed to me one day lying asleep in its pram. Of course its arrival meant Cindy lost the, to me, sexy pregnant look but that did not mean I no longer fancied her. And, indeed, as it happened my good phase was ending and I found myself doing something about my fancy. It was an innocent comment from Cindy that did it; about how her breasts were full and sore from the baby not feeding for a little while - the baby's name is Katy if you are interested, a sweet little thing actually. She had come along at about the time I was playing with the mannequin girl It wasn't as if Cindy and I were having a little private tete á tete on the subject of breasts, lactation and breastfeeding. Nothing at all like she pulling up her top and saying 'look at these, have you ever seen tits as full as these whoppers?' No, nothing like that. Carson was there and a damp patch on her left breast had suddenly appeared very obviously and all at once. I couldn't miss it, Carson hadn't and sure as eggs are eggs Cindy hadn't. "Sorry," she had said and had commented she hoped the baby would wake soon and relieve the discomfort for her. On cue little Katy had woken and, like her mother, had a good pair of lungs on her! I beat a retreat. Well, of course for some reason this scenario stuck in my head. The idea of poor Cindy having swollen breasts simply dripping with milk just kept coming back to me. It tended to happen when I had a date with my hand in bed with, most inappropriately, me imagining sucking away on those milky breasts, slurping down delicious warm milk (whatever it really tasted like; I had quite forgotten what breast milk tasted like - it had been a long time, you see) as I sent my own liquid up into her. Actually a physical impossibility as I am quite a bit taller than Cindy but who cares, it was only a fantasy! Only a fantasy - until the next day. I met Cindy leaving her house with baby in the buggy and paused for a quick word when she winced - yes, really winced in pain. "Ow," she said. "Sorry, same as yesterday, I'm just too full. Sorry too much information." She winced again. "Must be off. Doctor's appointment." I was about to say, 'Bye' when the super-hero asserted himself. Could I not help out a damsel in distress? Would not Superman or Spiderman have helped out? Actually I much preferred the image of Supergirl (Mk 1 in that little blue short dress with the red boots and yellow belt, you know, coming in to land with the dress billowing up just a bit; lovely fine blue material draped so well over shapely thigh) helping out, her pretty blond curls pushed out of the way as she bent to purse her lips around the exposed nipple of the mom in distress. Don't you just love cheeky lesbian scenes! Should I? There were all sorts of ways TMP could help people - it was just I hadn't found many - but here was something I could do, however small and minor. A thought and everything went quiet. There was Cindy frozen and pretty. Was I just being helpful? Well, yes, but there was no reason I could not get a little out of being helpful, surely? My hands reached, buttons undone, a little tug and Cindy's nursing bra revealed with a little clip in the middle - in the cleavage - how sensible. Fuck they were big and firm! I had so wondered what they were like and there they were almost in my hands. Now Cindy is not the tallest of girls but she had always seemed well endowed in the breast department, indeed I was instantly reminded of that evening last summer when the two of them had come around - she and Carson - and we had sat in the garden and I had found the greatest difficulty in trying not to look down the cleavage of that little dress she had worn. Light blue it was and had just seemed to bring into focus what she had hidden away. And here was the cleavage, unobscured and unclothed - just there. Round, round boobs all firm and brown with, to me, surprisingly big nipples - I supposed that was due to the breast feeding - which brought be back to the super heroing bit. Cindy needed my help so she could go to the doctor's feeling comfortable. A superhero has to do what a superhero has to do. I reached and touched; it was important to know the extent of the problem; they were as firm as they looked; so big in my hands; so heavy as I weighed them lifting first one then the other even juggling them up and down a little. Fuck, they were wonderful! I bent and my eyes closed as my lips found a nipple. Big and warm in my mouth. I knew enough not to just take the nipple but sucked the areola and more into my mouth before sucking and pushing a bit. I had wondered with time stopped whether the milk would really flow but my movement certainly did the trick. I was drawing warm, sweet milk straight from the source. Fuck - was I really doing that! I was drinking my pretty neighbour's milk out there in the open - I really was! First one taut breast and then the other. Quite filling actually. A lot of milk. I stepped back. The breasts looked less full, less taut, less firm and they felt that way too. I checked; oh yes I checked. Time Stop Man had done the job. But just like with the mannequin girl, the girl with the nipple ring, I had an erection. It was lucky I was not wearing the tights and green underpants of my 'Time Stop Man' costume otherwise my excitement would have been visible to all - well, leastways once time started flowing again. I mean this must be a problem for comic book superheroes with their tight costumes - their super-cocks almost on display with all the shape right down to the veins visible against the material - "Hey mom look at his super-cock!" "I was, dear, I was!" I tucked Cindy's breasts away and got back into position. "Hope you feel better, bye." "Thanks..." A puzzled look. " Actually... I do. Bye." I had enjoyed that and was so pleased to have been of help. Such a pity Cindy had not offered to return the favour and eased her lips over the taut skin of my erection and gulped down my own warm milky fluid. It felt as taut as her breasts had done but not at all uncomfortable - rather nice really! Cindy found things became so much better for her. Not often the pain of overextended breasts. They almost seemed to empty by themselves. Certainly that is what she told me a few days later. I had been helping out a bit again, you see. TMP doing his good deeds as you might expect, you see. Cindy also said she thought she might restart sexual relations with her husband now she was feeling more comfortable and relaxed. "I hope we won't disturb you she had said with a smile." It had been almost flirting, I think. Certainly it could have come under the heading of 'too much information.' Of course a nice thing about being disturbed by the sounds of intercourse next door is when you find it arousing rather than annoying and particularly when you can actually do something pleasurable about it. Do you pull back the bedclothes, extract the old trouser snake from the pyjamas and imagine what they are actually up to next door - trying to match the sounds to what you think is going on? Is that creak the sound of the bed with the girl bending forward as she is taken from the rear? Is the steady creaking the sound of them at it in the missionary position or is she riding cowgirl? The image of Cindy naked, astride Carson with a cowboy hat on and whooping it up was certainly a turn-on for me! Better still if you can make or find a spy hole and watch the proceedings but how often can you do that and if the light is off you might as well just listen: you won't see anything! What I meant, though, about doing something about it was to really join in. With my TS abilities and a key to their door I could pop in anytime and watch or join in - out of time. I learnt a lot - as you will read - but I am getting ahead of myself. Let's start with the practicalities of visiting to ease Cindy's breasts. What key? Well it had been a simple matter to slip it from her handbag out of time, have a copy made down at the local shop and pop the real one back in out of time on her return just before she hunted for it in her bag. I had no felonious intent; I did not plan to steal - just take some milk and I don't mean from Cindy's 'fridge so as to make her feel comfortable. And that is what I did. When I had a moment, perhaps back from work in my lunch hour, sometimes in the morning or early evening I would just pop around out of time and see if her breasts were too full. Almost a routine really until one day things got a little different. You see I found her starkers in her bedroom fresh from a shower. Oh dear. I had not so much as slipped a hand down her panties before but here was my neighbour completely exposed just like the mannequin girl had been and the very same thoughts came back - how nice it would be to be naked with a woman, how nice to feel her, how nice to splatter her with my cum. Cindy's breasts looked full and would need emptying first, of course, but why not do it skin to skin with us both naked? Why not indeed! It was such an easy decision and what harm could there be in it? Cindy would never know. It was obvious she had just showered as the towel was beside her and her skin still had that hint of dampness; she was sitting on the bed with a pair of panties in one hand about to get dressed. A few quick tugs here and there and I was naked as she; once more I was naked with a girl in her bedroom; once more I was naked with my erection and that wasn't going to go down except by reason of ejaculation! I don't think there were any second thoughts; the experience had been dropped into my lap so to speak. I just took advantage. Easy to move Cindy down onto her back; lovely to feel my hard penis against her thigh as I sucked on a breast easing her probable discomfort; lovely to compare the still swollen breast against the now somewhat emptied one unencumbered by nursing bra and clothes; lovely to play with the swollen, tight skinned breast and watch the milk come - squeeze, dribble; squeeze spurt; squeeze run! Lovely to lick the milk covered breast before sucking properly. Strange to be on the bed with my neighbour - yes of course - and moreover her completely motionless. It does take a bit of getting used to - and I was getting the hang of it! It was time to turn my attention downwards. Not to the dark curls of my mannequin but to the surprising hairlessness of a little girl. Yes completely shaven, not a landing strip or tuft of hair. Hardly a little girl's pudenda though, but a woman's - a woman who had plenty of experience and one who had given birth. To be fair I did not actually know the mannequin girl had not given birth, actually did not know whether she was actually still a virgin (though I somewhat doubted that), but I could not actually see an awful lot of difference really when I opened Cindy's legs up for an inspection. Of course I did - men do like to look! Well, there were of course differences which I did not miss - a rather frilly look to the smaller and neater labia minora with a dark pigmentation at the edges, a more pronounced clitoral hood and of course no hair at all - but the vaginal entrance looked as tight. All fascinating to myself and, again, I wished I had brought the camera. Well, it was time for a little wanking! To be accurate I had been doing that as I went along. A pleasant little tug here, a stroke there; the advantage you see of being naked - it was all easily to hand! I rolled Cindy over and admired her round bottom - two cheeks which were lovely to hold and try and wobble (no, they would not out of time!). I wondered if I smacked them whether they would sting when time restarted - well there was no need to punish her: she had done nothing wrong unlike somebody else in the bed room. Yes, it was more me who needed punishing given what I was doing. Now that was an attractive idea - being put over Cindy's naked knee and given a good seeing to before, of course, she wanked me off. I had not forgotten the difficulty of cleaning the mannequin up; however, unless I shot too far and got in onto Cindy's head there was simply no problem of getting cum caught in any hair; not with her little slit being so denuded: but, even so, it did tend to leave a bit of a smear. It occurred to me, as I looked down at her lovely round bottom if I came over that she simply would not see any trace. A little re-arranging was necessary on the bed. Cindy now with her knees on the edge of the bed facing inwards and her bottom up in the air so I could stand between her legs and wank freely over her bottom. And did she look fantastic all exposed and vulnerable like that - well, yes! Of course all this brought her brown rosebud into prominence. The perfect position for either type of intercourse really - vagina just there and ready and a little above the brown puckered more challenging hole. Not really my thing, I thought, but there it was and that raised the question of its virginity. Had Carson done the other deed; had Cindy consented to be filled the funny way and how had they liked it? I wanked as I thought about that and other things and of course after a time it happened - all the way up her back. Well that was quite an ejaculation! I had sent the stuff a long way up her back - almost to the hair on her head. Quite impressive - again a camera could have recorded it for posterity! I also noticed I had even managed in the excitement and vigorous action upon my penis to drip cum into her bottom crack and there, all white and translucent, was a little dollop right on her bum hole. I mean not just there but perfectly there as if trying to make its way in. Probably it had dripped from me at the very last but there it was perfectly centred. "Oops," I said out loud. I was getting perilously close to crossing another line. Yeah, I was tempted to push it in - the cum I mean: my penis had lost the necessary rigidity for that sort of thing! I wiped her back up with tissues but left the little dollop on her bottom - it was only a little bit and it just seemed sort of indecent to remove it and deliciously naughty to let it stay. More guilty feelings, more post ejaculatory tristesse, but I could not undo what I had done and certainly I had done the good deed of making Cindy feel better. A little while later I watched from my window as she took Katy for a walk in the park. I watched her retreating back, I watched her buttocks rise and fall beneath her cotton skirt and pictured them naked as I now could and was very aware that right between them, perfectly centred, was a little present from me. And she had no idea! The trouble was I had started out on helping Cindy with her swollen painful breasts and, obviously it would not have been fair to stop that but how was this not to lead to more, to undressing her and doing things. That was the trouble; it was so exciting; so wonderfully exciting; basically I could have Cindy's warm body to explore for as long as I liked and do with as I willed whenever I wished. I could put my cock anywhere. I knew I could if I let myself. Anywhere! I could ejaculate up her nose if that was what turned me on (funnily enough it didn't!). I restrained myself. I really did. My thoughts were better. I resisted the temptation to undress Cindy, reasoning if she happened to be naked when I went around then that was not really my fault, but otherwise I should just kept doing the good deed with the overfilled and rather wonderful breasts. You remember Cindy saying she hoped she and Carson did not disturb me with their sex. I had always actually enjoyed hearing the knocking sound, had even pressed my ear to the wall trying to hear more but it came to me one evening that, if I wished, I could simply go around and listen outside their door or even get closer. I was in bed, in my pyjamas and I could hear them at it. I was just curious - why not stop time and go and have a listen, perhaps even a look? Why not indeed! The sounds from next door stopped, indeed all noise stopped and out of time I was on my way downstairs only pausing to pick up the key. Out of my front door and through Cindy and Carson's door. All was quiet but of course it would be, there was no need for me to creep up the stairs - I could have come up them as a one man band: they would have heard nothing. All was very dark, not even the landing light on but I could just about see from the street lights. Outside their bedroom I paused and willed time to restart. You can hear a lot more outside a bedroom door than you can through a wall! I was listening in on a couple being very intimate. I confess it was exciting and instead of having to conjecture from just a few sounds, what was going on it was a lot more obvious. They were way past the petting stage, the lack of any bed creaking suggested actual fucking had not commenced but the rather wet, sucking sounds gave a very strong hint that they were at the oral sex stage. A stage which can, of course, be dispensed with but generally gives great pleasure to both parties; an opportunity to be very intimate with your partners genitalia; albeit in a way which does a little suggest you have not quite understood what coitus is about! You can imagine a Mr Spock like alien thinking 'but surely the connection needs to be made at the other end?' Was it merely Cindy slurping away or indeed just Carson or were they in the classic soixante neuf position? Funny to think of the charming and lovely lady who lived next door with her lips wrapped around an erection. But of course we see our workmates and colleagues in quite a different way from how they might be in the bedroom. The pretty young secretary or even your well endowed and still, yes, pretty boss currently outlining a complex business strategy might only hours before wide eyed with sweat on her brow - could you have seen it - been performing fellatio. Perhaps with cum very visibly leaking out around her lips moments after the still embedded and rather large erection of her boyfriend had 'exploded' in her mouth. Yet, as you look at her being so serious and business like, that is very difficult to imagine. Timestopper Begins Ch. 04 It came to me that I did not need to merely surmise. I could stop time and go and have a look. Tempting? Well what would be the harm? The room though was dark, very dark and I had to move carefully. It meant I was rather annoyingly not going to see anything much but of course that is how most sex is probably practised - in bed and in the dark. Not at all satisfactory for the voyeur but I could be more than an aural voyeur, more than a visual voyeur - I could move in close and be a tactile voyeur. Of course there was a danger - no a certainty that it would not just be Cindy I would be touching but of course if I could see what was going on, it would not just be Cindy I would be watching. Standing right by the bed, my erection poking out of my pyjama fly I put out my hands - naked skin but whose and where? It was not flat on the bed. Gently moving I reached a conclusion pretty quickly. It was Carson and that was a buttock under my right hand. Oh dear! Still it could have been worse - I could have plonked the hand down and found my finger right on his bottom hole! It was probable on the evidence of Carson's buttock being uppermost that under him was Cindy. Given where I was standing and where his buttock was quite far up the bed - and importantly its orientation - it was likely she was lying with her head on the pillow very probably with his erection hanging over her and his head was down the bed between her thighs. Her breasts should therefore be... Yes, that was them all right! My hand slipped down her body - lovely - and there under my fingers was her soft hairless mons; my finger slipped a little further down and into her crack but was brought to a stop by the obstruction of a chin. Clearly Carson was fully engaged with his wife's sex - and good for him! I was sure I would feel it all later. My hand slipped back up her body, over her breasts and onwards. It was time to feel what Cindy was doing to her husband. Of course it was, almost certainly, going to mean touching his cock. I could not get the information otherwise. My fingers slowed as I came to her neck and climbed up it. Perhaps they would not actually be engaged, perhaps Cindy was pausing for breath, perhaps Carson's cock was actually hanging in space above her... but no! My fingers touched first lips and then what was very clearly a cock - and very clearly (or feelably) an erect one. I measured, barely two inches from her lips to his groin, yes to his wiry curly hairs - either Carson was not very well endowed or Cindy had taken him in an awfully long way. Wouldn't it be nice if she would do that for me! I stepped back and let time flow for a few moments. There I was right by their bed, gently wanking as I listened to the wet sounds of Cindy sucking and then the gasp as she released the deeply embedded penis. "Carsie, fuck me now pleeese. I wanna be fucked hard." 'Carsie?' I should really have stopped time but instead I just listened as they swopped the 'right' way around. "No, don't tease just push the fuckin' thing in." How coarse! Well, I stopped time then and felt. Carson's hips were now on Cindy's but I could slip my hand under her thigh and feel. No, they were not yet joined. My fingers touched Carson's knob poised right at the entrance ready to push in. My fingers explored. The expected smooth knob and a decent length of shaft. My fingers confirmed he was not abnormally short. Cindy had been sucking him pretty deeply! And, leaving that, there, more interestingly was the wet, yes very wet entrance I had seen before but not touched. I touched then though - oh yes! I explored the liquid wetness and then pushed in my fingers. Carson was going to have no trouble effecting an entry - lucky bloke. I thought how much I would love to do that! Lovely, though, to have the opportunity to push all the fingers of my hand in - yes in there! Again I stepped back and started time and listened to Cindy's gasp as Carson's knob pushed home and then came the very clear sounds of missionary style intercourse; sounds I had heard much more muffled through the wall. I looked at where the party wall was. I slept literally feet away from where the two of them fucked regularly! Creak, creak, splish, splosh! Would they not have been horrified to know their neighbour was standing by their bed listening in the dark and wanking! "Oh yes, yes, I am..." All going well then! A sudden speeding and then the grunt of male satisfaction from Carson. Then quiet. Time for me to go back to my house. The show was over. Fuck - it had been something, I doubted my erection would subside all the way back to my own bedroom. Back to where I would be able to think back over what I had felt and heard and, of course, help it come down with some hand work. Carson rolled off with a thump. It was the moment to stop time. Perhaps just another little feel before I left. A feel of a well used pudenda after intercourse; a sex possibly rather swimming in Caron's semen - but I could wash my hands before wanking. Ever practical you see! It was indeed all hot and swimming in liquid - a lovely thing to feel. There was Cindy's body lying there all hot and damp with her thighs still fully open and me able to feel where I wished. It was a pity I couldn't see, it must have been a fantastic sight. Hadn't Carson been so lucky to have fucked her; just got on top of her and slipped himself in; it would be so easy for me to do the same. The thought in my head. I could just get on the bed and try myself for size; just feel what it felt like to touch lovely wet Cindy on my cock. What was the harm? So easy to do. They would never know. It was not as if I would be ejaculating. Almost not intercourse - almost. Not something which was going to harm either Cindy or Carson. It was far too tempting given my state of arousal. Well, it would not hurt to touch anyway. My pyjama bottoms dropped to the floor and I climbed on the bed. I could see nothing but the gently soft narrowing of the space between Cindy's thighs lead me in to her special place. The feel of her wet slickness on my knob as I stroked it up and down her sex was exquisite. Did I care that I was probably getting Carson's semen on my knob - hell no! The feeling was fantastic. Cindy's hairless sex just so slick and hot. That was almost enough to set me off; and then, there I was right at her entrance. One push and every time I saw her in the future I would know where I had been and she would not - wow! I really should not have - but... I pushed and slid in and kept on sliding until I felt my balls getting damp. Crikey again. I was fully engaged with Cindy; my cock was right up inside her. I just lay there savouring the feeling. I really was right inside my lovely neighbour. Something I just should not be doing. So weird given her husband was lying right beside her - beside me! It was so easy lying on top of her as Carson had done and start making the same naughty movements. Just so easy to start. How lovely it would be to just come, just to let go and feel it all start and then happen - my thoughts inevitably moved in that direction; after all Cindy had just had Carson coming inside her - she was hardly likely to notice any extra semen and did it matter if she did? Did I really just want to go back to my bedroom and wank? In, out, in, out - it was lovely. The wonderful stroking feeling - in, out, in, out. So very soft and wetly caressing. I was there, so I might as well complete the job. I might as well. A decision made - a decision easily executed. I did not hurry. I had no need to, you know, no need to achieve a regular rhythm for Cindy - this was all for my own pleasure. I even disengaged and drank from her breasts - both of them - a man needs sustenance after all - and I enjoyed not only the sexuality of her breasts and the warm sweet milk but the happy feeling of my wet cock hanging ready and waiting. Yes delightfully wet from Cindy and, if I thought about it, but tried not to, Carson as well Another penetration and then the final serious business. Oh yes, it was good, a real long emptying of the balls. A vigorous pistoning movement in Cindy's slippery, sloshy hot tunnel, a desperate holding back for quite a few seconds longer than usual and then the release, that ecstatic feeling as my own semen spurting to join Carson's deep inside lovely Cindy. Lucky girl! I lay for longer than Carson had done recovering as I felt myself slowly subside before slipping out and off my friends' marital bed and retrieving my pyjamas. Outside their door I restarted time and listened: there was nothing untoward. No indication that they had any idea Cindy had been penetrated and fucked a second time. I had completely got away with it - but then the guilt came in big time... Timestopper Begins Ch. 05 Chapter 5 - Getting bad - the girls' changing room Back home I sat on my bed. What had I done? What had I done? I had gone next door and actually fucked my neighbour in her bed, next to her husband right after they had done the deed themselves. I had gone way beyond where I had been before, I had gone to quite another level of badness. Temporal Man of Power would have been ashamed of me. It was a long time later that I fell asleep only to wake to the sound of my alarm and a raging, as the phrase goes, hard-on. It was not just the need to pee because right there in my mind was a picture of Cindy without clothes and very clearly ready for sex. I had been dreaming of her. After last night how could I face her again knowing what I had done: yet at the same time I was thinking, why bother with clothes in future when I go around to help her out with her swollen breasts, so much easier if I am all ready for... indeed why not bring the camera! I was appalled where my thoughts kept leading me. I dressed in my super hero costume to remind myself of my noble ideals but there was the shape of my erection pressed against the material. It was not keen on 'going down.' I should not have done it with Cindy, I really should not: but it had certainly been good. Cindy had felt just so marvellous. Standing looking at myself in my costume in the mirror it suddenly came to me - TMP blazoned across my chest was reversed in the mirror as PMT. I groaned, what a jerk. I was going around almost with 'Pre-Menstrual Tension' written right across my chest - anyone catching sight of Temporal Man of Power in the mirror must be killing himself - or herself - with laughter. What good had I been able to do as a super hero? It was all such a waste of time. The only good thing I had done was help Cindy with her breasts and really the good thing about that had been the sex for me... yes, the only good thing had been the sex... and there could be a lot more of that. I could do all sorts of things and have the most super amusing time of it. It was so much easier thinking up naughty - yes very naughty - things I could do with my TS ability than finding good deeds to do with the power. Perhaps Temporal Man of Power should become Time Stop Man - I saw nothing unfortunate in TSM or MST! Much easier to enjoy myself. I had tried to be noble and useful but the world seemed to have rejected me - shown I was unwanted. Well, I had tried. I really had. My thoughts, rather inevitably, homed in on the girls' school across town - particularly the showers and the changing rooms. Where else would a newly empowered sexually active time-stopper head to first? The image of all that fresh young girl flesh wet and hot from the showers and vigorous exercise was unnerving. Not though little girls, or even gently pubescent girls, but real developed girls with all the bits doing the right things in the right places. I wanted the proper things. There was fun to be had there with all those unrestrained breasts, all those soft rounded bottoms, all the variety of furry places to compare, ogle and, yes, touch. The costume lay scattered about me; there was the true Temporal Man of Power in the mirror - naked and powerfully erect - and with a snap of his fingers time stopped. What an impressive sight in the mirror though, practically, I still needed a pee! I smiled at my reflection and my erect self. Time to go and see if Cindy was ready to provide my breakfast and perhaps a little more - though the girls' school beckoned. There was no need to dress to go and see Cindy, no need at all and I stepped out in my tumescent state into the street shutting the door behind me - Temporal Man of Power had no need for clothes! Look at his power rising in front of him! What an impressive sight. Of course no one could actually see which was really just as well. It was a very strong erection (for me) but perhaps not the thing to see in the street when you've only just had your breakfast. Moreover there was another more practical reason. It was only when I was half way to Cindy's house that I realised Temporal Man of Power had made a really big mistake: I neither had the keys to her house nor those to my own - the door had locked behind me; I was naked outside, with a raging hard-on and still a desperate need to pee and whilst I was at the moment safe from embarrassment, ridicule and arrest: this would change if I was to start time. I was in real trouble. Bugger! Luckily Temporal Man of Power keeps his cool; does not panic and thinks carefully through to a solution. First action - water the roses; second action - what on Earth was the second action? With the hard-on I could actually water the roses over the fence. Up went my stream in the air in an impressive arc from the pavement. I certainly felt more comfortable afterwards. Cindy's door locked: my door locked. Perhaps I had left a window open - I hadn't. Perhaps Cindy or Carson had left a window open? Luckily I was young and fit enough to climb fences but that is not so easy when you haven't got shoes on and guess what actually gets in the way and catches when you are going over the top of the splintering wooden fence - if you are male. Yes indeed, Temporal Man of Power's now deflated special equipment - less impressive and more an encumbrance now! Lucky no one could see me - it must have been most undignified. I was fortunate, the back door was unlocked probably from when Cindy had taken the washing out. A relief - I was not stuck out on the streets. Perhaps, now I was there, I would now find yet more relief with my lovely neighbour? She was not downstairs but at the scene of my last night's escapade, better still she was in bed and conveniently already naked so all was set for fun and games except that she was feeding Katy. There they were the two of them: a lovely little maternal scene, which rather put me off. Nice, but perhaps no immediate breakfast for me and perhaps with the feeding it was not really the time for sex with Cindy and, actually, all those neatly uniformed girls, or rather neat uniforms hanging on pegs and their owners pleasingly naked and nubile for my inspection, did beckon. At first sight getting into Cindy's house did not resolve the how to get back in my house problem though perhaps with a bit of judicious borrowing it could be seen how the associated clothing problem could be solved. There were, I reasoned, actually two alternatives: break a window - tedious to have mended or, as this was not the first time I had locked myself out, go get the spare one I had left with Cindy and Carson some time back which was hanging up in their kitchen. I chose the latter. Back at home I breakfasted on Cornflakes and rather ordinary - and cold - milk from the 'fridge. Showered and dressed I headed out leaving Cindy for another day. Perhaps Katy had been hungry and Cindy would be comfortable - well it was not as if I had not tried to be obliging... There was a definite skip in my walk, no longer weighed down with the responsibilities of TMP to help everyone, I was on something of a holiday - I was in search of sex, yes sexual satisfaction, pure and simple. Now to the girls' school. Standing at the bus stop with a load of young giggling schoolgirls brought home the risk of the proposed visit to the school. I was much more likely to find the morning's PE lessons were for little girls rather than big girls - little girls rather like the ones all around me. The odds at finding a sixth form at physical exercise was actually not good. Not good at all. It occurred to me that, lovely as it would be if I was lucky enough to get to watch a bunch of sixth formers slipping out of blue, maroon or green uniform skirts, I was more likely to be successful in the shower room of the local teacher training college. No uniforms (alas) but certainly no little girls - just big girls eighteen to twenty-two: unless, that is, I went into the male changing room by mistake - that would be a disappointment and a half! Standing looking over the fence at the college it seemed my plan was, well, going to plan. A girls' hockey game was in progress. Talk about strapping girls! Lovely to watch all those soft but muscular thighs below short skirts, well controlled breasts held securely in tight bras, hair tied back in pony tails and the like; all that running about with the little skirts flapping. A gentle wander into the grounds; sort of in the general direction of the likely changing rooms - as if I had business being there (well, I had actually but not legitimate business). There was nobody in sight as I stepped through the doors, but it was safer to check out the lie of the land with time stopped as it would be difficult to explain what I was doing there if someone was actually in the changing rooms. Looking out through the half closed door towards the pitch I saw everyone suddenly stop still. Several of the running girls not even touching the ground but suspended motionless in the air. Inside the changing room a scene somewhat of chaos with girls' clothes hanging from hooks - all sorts of underwear, jeans, tee shirts, skirts and so on; sports bags on benches; and through a tiled archway the shower area. Not a series of separate cubicles but a nice open tiled area with lots of shower heads rather helpfully facing a series of lavatory cubicles. Helpful because, whilst I would be able to move freely amongst the girls out of time, if I wished to see movement - and I did - then it just would not do for me to sit quietly on a stool in the corner as very possibly one or more of the girls might object to being so closely observed by a member of the opposite sex! I could hide in a cubicle and peep through a partially open door - I hoped. All was set, so I went out to have a preliminary look at the girls out of time - all twenty two of them plus the referee. A lot of girls to look at! But that was no bad thing. And of course the temptation with all those shorts skirts to remove panties became very strong. I mean how amusing would it be to see one or two running around without them and catching occasional glimpses of furry bits and buttocks? And their consternation if they noticed as there would be nothing they could do as the game needed to go on: different of course if all the clothes came off. Both teams suddenly naked! It would be unlikely they would carry on: though so much nicer for the spectators (or spectator - there was only me)! But so much more difficult for them to be running with their breasts unrestrained; the less well endowed at a clear advantage but imagine the erotic sight of the big girls running with their boobs bouncing up and down, even bounding sideways as they cornered. The sight of all those furry mounds as the girls ran across the pitch; one moment thighs close together, next splayed as the girls fought for the ball; and as the girls ran away their rounded buttocks moving - not the hard muscled tight arses of the boys but the more rounded, softer and so much more comfortable buttocks of the girls. Imagine if it was rugby - the scrums with all those naked girl bottoms, imagine the leaping at the line outs... More likely they would run screaming for the changing room, hands hiding boobs and pubes, all jostling together to get through the door. I did not overdo it and it was only four pairs of panties I slipped into my pocket before I sauntered back to the changing rooms. Restarting time I came out again and sat watching the game and was duly rewarded with some tantalising glimpses - of course I could just have peeked anyway but it was more fun to be just titillated by the sudden bounce of a skirt and the quick sight of something I was not meant to see. Seeing all would come later, after all! Did the girls notice? Not at first but the surreptitious feel, first by one then another, did indicate they felt something was wrong. Was it a certain coolness around the nether regions, an undefined feeling that something was not right or a pleasant feeling of freedom? I could hardly ask! The match over, the two teams trooped into their changing rooms - happy, excited rather sweaty girls going past me and into the building. I gave them a few minutes before following them in. Again nobody between the corridor and the changing rooms and so no need to be careful about stopping time. None at all. I stepped into a side room and undressed. It would obviously be more fun walking in on the girls naked and, being practical, if I was to join them in the showers I did not want my clothes to get all wet. Time stopped. With my hand on the changing room door I paused. Even with time suddenly stopped I felt a little nervous. I was about to walk in on twenty-two girls in various stages of undress with me completely starkers - I knew they would not see me but... I pushed, I entered - wow! Lots and lots of lovely ladies just as I had supposed - in various stages of undress, some even already standing in the showers. Despite the dramatic entrance of TSM with his staff of power no one remarked upon it, not one of the girls turned and looked at me wide eyed and open mouthed. No one, of course, moved at all. What to do first? Decisions, decisions, decisions! She was tall, taller than me. I had been watching her, watching her fair pony tail bobbing around as she had played hockey and watching her long legs moving. She had not been one of the pantyless girls out on the field, her panties were not in my pocket, but she did not have panties on now! Unlike the other girls who seemed to start with their shirts and sports bras, she had dropped her skirt and panties first. She was standing, legs akimbo talking to a friend nearby, just reaching to pull her shirt over her head, her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide. Time stop can catch people just like photographs with very odd expressions - but not with her. She looked ever so pretty and sweet. Perhaps she might like to go out with me - I would have liked to go out with her! It was so unlikely though we would ever be an item - would ever kiss in real time - so I took the opportunity, I moved in and brushed my lips to hers in a reasonably chaste kiss. The kiss may have been 'reasonably' chaste but my other greeting certainly was not! Close up to her the inevitable had happened - inevitable if man with a fine erection comes close up to tall girl with open legs - my naughty seeking knob had unerringly gone straight for her other lips; as my mouth touched hers so did my knob touch her sex. I could feel her, a hint of damp softness and the tickling on my knob of her hairy labia major around that inner softness. Could I? Should I? Had all that running around made her sex damp enough for penetration? So tempting to find out. An easy push and there I was, I don't mean fully inside or anything, but I could feel my knob had slipped in - the whole helmet. That was all a bit quicker than I had intended. I had only just walked in and here I was technically having intercourse with this lovely tall girl. It would have been nice to have carried on but there were lots more to see and touch. I held for a moment savouring the feeling then withdrew and dropped to my knees to see just what I had felt. I say 'see,' but obviously my fingers touched as well. Fascinating to look, fascinating to see how open her vagina was; I had thought they were all closed up unless a penis or other object was inserted but there she was with a wide open vagina exactly penis sized - in fact exactly my penis size because, I realised, that was the effect of TS; I had stretched her open and she would stay like that until time started again. Perhaps she would feel the closing movement when it did. Tempting to reinsert and slide up the whole way - but there was so much else to see and do. Perhaps later... So many breasts, and so much variety. Two girls standing talking, both completely naked but for their socks. Just so erotic, there they were inches from each other, a slight movement and their nipples could have touched, their hairy mounds pushed together. For me it was not just the nakedness and the thought of the lesbian potential but those socks. I had not realised it before, but girls dressed in just long woolly socks, nothing else, look fantastic. Let's be honest - so fuckable! And just how different were their breasts? One quite petite but yet with such big brown areolae - little nips but big saucer like areolae perhaps two and a half inches in diameter: the other girl much fuller bosomed though quite pointed, shape wise, and ending in tiny little pale pink areolae, so small they could have been a man's - if you ignored the fullness of the breasts that is and the rest of her body. Just like the other girl her nipples were small. Out of time I could not make the nipples stand however much I teased and pulled. Perhaps, though, when time restarted the sensation would remain and they would rise, each girl noticing the other's nipples swelling as they talked. Was it a signal? Should they become friendlier and perhaps, despite boyfriends, spend a different afternoon together? Best if they invited me along to watch, advise and play! Easy to drop to my knees to inspect their sexes. Both unshaven, the hair allowed to grow free but so different. One with prominent growth, the dark hairs tufting forward obscuring her slit, and I mean really tufting forward: the other with a sparse very straight growth of fine fair hair neatly parted by her slit, her inner lips hanging and obvious. Just so right, of course, for me to touch and feel - one to each hand. Thoughts of TMP and his noble ideals completely forgotten. I was wonderfully aroused and having just such a fantastic time. All these girls for me to ogle, touch and play with and not one saying anything about the liberties I was taking - and was I! Tempting of course to try and fuck both of the two girls I was examining, each in turn, perhaps approaching from the rear. Their bottoms were fine enough - rounded and feminine. Instead I thought it time to see some movement. Choosing a cubicle I closed the door but for a crack and let time flow. The sudden resumption of movement is always a shock and perhaps more the sudden return of sound - the sound of girl chatter and laughter - and the sound of running water. Lovely to see the two girls I had so recently been fingering moving as they talked; just the change of posture as one moved from one foot to the other and her buttocks moved; seeing the bounce of boobs as they talked; and behind them the other girls. The tall one, whose personal space I had so recently 'invaded' looking pleasingly startled - so amusing. I was definitely going to do that again. And all at once a disturbance to my pleasant contemplation: there was a girl at the door of my cubicle pushing at the door, pushing it right into me. It was time to move again and time to stop time. It would not do for this girl, no doubt anxious for a pee, to find a naked and erect man in her cubicle. Unlikely her eyes would light up and she would bolt the door, wink, settle down and start sucking me as she let her pee flow. No, very unlikely! Time stopped again and I squeezed past her. There is something surprisingly sensual about the touch of flesh on flesh and this is heightened if there is some sort of lubricating medium between the two bodies be it oil, cream, the natural lubrication of a girl or, in the instant case, soap. Slipping between the girls in the showers - and I use the word 'slipping' advisedly - was more than simply pleasing. It was not just the touch of naked thigh, buttock or furriness on my erection rather my whole naked self was engaged in the touching - it was a full body experience. I was sliding by all sorts and shapes of boobs - and each girl had two of them! Strange to note the droplets of water suspended in the air around the girls; lovely to see hands soaping away the rigors of the match; pleasing to see soapy hands touching all sorts of places; amusing to move hands so they were touching bodies other than their own. Yes, there were all sorts of amusement to be had! Nobody to say I 'shouldn't' when I touched; no one to slap my hand away; not one girl saying that I 'really should not be doing that.' Timestopper Begins Ch. 05 Can you imagine how transported I was? All I had to do was reach and there were handfuls of soft, wet bosom to be squeezed and nipples to be tweaked. I had known, but not fully grasped, just how varied girls were in that department and there was almost as much pleasure in the petite as the big bouncy sets. And of course I did try and bounce. I mean, there was no one to gainsay me so why shouldn't I set a pair bounding up and down if the girl was well endowed. But they would not bounce. I could do the upwards push but they just stopped when they left my hands. I was not really surprised. I had found that effect out early on. Walking along out of time I had picked up a tennis ball and, as you do, thrown it up in the air to catch it when it came down again. Despite the strength of my throw as soon as it left my hand it had stopped moving and just stayed suspended in the air. Weird - but is not time stop just weird in itself! You can imagine what happened - just like a cartoon really. I had started time to catch the ball, been distracted and in consequence had been hit quite hard on the head by the ball returning to Earth! So what would you have done? Well, I found it pleasurable enough just to help the girls with their washing. Soap and water and a lot of rubbing. I suppose if the girls had been playing naked hockey on a muddy day then their breasts might just have needed that much washing, their bottoms too and perhaps even between their legs if they had particularly slid along in the mud but, then again, perhaps not. I also paid attention to their smooth athletic thighs and trim tummies. There were soon a lot of soapy girls. Indeed you could easily tell which ones I particularly liked simply by the soap suds! It was all quite obvious out of time. And then there was the girl who had dropped the soap. If I had been in the shower with a load of classmates or team mates I would not have bent over like that; one thing to be there with all your tackle showing - no real problem there - but quite another to be showing your arse hole to your friends. Yet that was exactly what this brown haired girl had done. She was bent right over and her full rounded cheeks had opened and there it was - her little brown star. Now is it not strange how, with such an appealing adjacent orifice, this other place attracts any attention at all? Yes, yes, I can see with the men there is nowhere else down there to go but with the girls there most definitely is. Anatomically just the same for boys and girls but, let's be quite honest, so much nicer framed with the girls. The soft roundness of the girl's bottom against the hairy firmness of the man's - no competition really! Should I? Well no, not really. Did I. Of course I did! I touched. My soapy finger went round and round. What a strange thing to be doing to a girl you did not even know! Should I? I pushed and my finger slipped in. There I was with my finger up the backside of a girl I had never spoken to - so far as I could recall - had not even touched her breasts let alone had sex with and yet there I was in this shower room with my finger in her bottom. If I had started time what a scream she would have given thinking one of her team mates was more than goosing her! I suppose I could actually have moved all the girls so they each had a finger up another girl's bottom - that would have caused just a little consternation when time started. What a lark! I found the initial tightness easing; could I perhaps get a second finger... Plentiful soap and I could - a slippery rubberiness to the whole orifice, round and round my fingers went and then delved. Funny to see really - my hand on the girl's backside with a couple of fingers up her bottom. Visually pleasing actually! I could look as much as I liked. Of course one thought lead to another; could I perhaps? I had not done that before, not in or out of time. Should I? That would certainly make her jump when time restarted, I thought, even if I was no longer there! "Do you think I should?" Out loud but no answer; "has anyone any objection?" But still no answer, "would you like to watch?" But actually only one girl was looking that way and she did, as it happened, seem to be looking straight at the bent over girl's bottom. Did she like the sight of the arse hole or perhaps the revealed sex below, or maybe just the pleasing roundness of the girl's bottom or was it just a surprised or perhaps accidental glance? No response, so I lined up; could I actually do this; would she stretch? Could I really bugger her? Well, it would be fun enough just trying. A bit of pushing - and I was rigid enough - and in I slipped. My whole knob was gone right inside the girl - fascinating and erotic to see - "how about this, girls, for a connection?" How many would really liked to have watched? Would they really have all crowded around, full of 'wows' and 'he's really got his dick up her arse' or 'go, on, do it properly get in all the way and cum in her bottom!' Imagine that, performing for an audience. 'Fuck, he's done it, he's really done it!' Well I was not going to do that. Many, many more fun things first before letting go my stuff - though not before I had enjoyed more than a few bottom fucking strokes first - nice, and certainly visually appealing - and then out I popped. As expected there was no movement from the sphincter to close - there it was all open and just ready to be fucked. Had I had a time stopping friend he would have had no difficulty in following me in! She was, though, definitely going to notice the dilation when time started even though, no doubt, the sphincter would instantly close as she clenched her buttocks in shock. What a surprise for the girl seemingly staring at her though! An appropriate moment to use the soap on myself before moving on to the next girl - difficult with time stopped to get enough water to wash the soap off but by moving around I got enough droplets to wash - ah the practicalities or impracticalities of TS! Another girl, shortish curly fair hair and reasonably sized firm breasts with those sort of puffy areolae you sometimes find. Very pale areolae and with no pronounced bumps around them and with sweet soft little pale nips. Fun again to feel. The girl next to her with long brown - brunette I suppose - hair with a bit of a curl to it and a low fringe, had, what I would describe as, neat breasts, not as full in extent as the first girl, more halved grapefruit in shape than the generous spread of the first girl; browner skinned and with compact areolae, brown, bumpy and with rather erect nipples - nice if a bit soapy to suck! Neither particularly hairy and not by means of a razor - and wouldn't that be fun, shaving all the girls so that they, all at once, when time restarted found themselves as bald as they were ten years before! A lot of work though. These two girls were simply a bit sparse because of their age - I could see the razor had not been at work. The fair girl had a lot of growth just around her slit but fading away as you travelled away from it and the brunette just sparse. Both eminently fuckable; it would be great to have them as flat or house mates with a very casual attitude to sex. You know, 'what shall we do tonight, go to the cinema, watch the box or fuck?' 'What both of you?' 'Might as well!' Or 'shall we try and shower together to save water' or 'I prefer not to wear very much around the flat.' Lovely to kneel and just investigate their sex - one hand to each, poking and probing - doing what boys love to do and explore girls. Just nice to slide my erection between their legs in turn - more difficult to penetrate given their stance and actually no need really - slipping between legs was just fine! Perhaps it was time to watch the results of my play - but from a different cubicle as the girl was, of course, still going into my former hiding place as she had been at the point I last stopped time. Crikey, the girl with the invaded bottom did not half quickly stand up straight and with such a squeak. Everyone looked at her! "Sorry," she said but her hand went to her bottom. With quite a few of the girls I had tried to set their boobs abouncing; had set them up with lifted bosoms to see what happened and I was greatly rewarded because bounce they did. Oh yes! All my soap work, however, was washed away in seconds. It really was as if I had never been in the showers at all. Fascinating! My actions had been completely undetected, well not completely as a few girls were looking a bit surprised with odd feeling bottoms and suddenly oscillating boobs but I had completely 'got away with it.' I could probably have fucked one of the girls to completion - by which I mean I could have cum - and she would have been almost unaware and would perhaps been washing away, unconcernedly, the evidence between her legs. If I wanted I could come here the same time every week and enjoy myself with the same girls - well at least the home team - and build up a relationship none would have any idea about whatsoever! Could work my way through the whole team or just the ones I most fancied. And so, what to do next? Once again I stepped out. "Hey girls, look what I've got and you haven't." There it was to the front of me - my proud erection. I could have done that in time, enjoyed the reaction and then simply disappeared by stopping time and moving on. Time Stop Man changed to Super Flasher Man - the perfect flasher! As it was I had stopped time. I was not really ready for such a dramatic display and, to be honest, not sure I would get so much amazed gasps as screams or less than complimentary comments like, "Get the fuck out of here you creep." In any case it would probably be best if I was masked or wore dark glasses and a false (waterproof) beard. Once again I just wandered around touching with impunity. No girl able to prevent me fondling her breasts, pinching her bottom or anything! Every girl with breasts of any size left with them uplifted and ready to bounce as soon as time restarted. So tempting to start time with me amongst them and see, perhaps feel, all that lovely female movement up close before it was noticed I was not of their sex. Imagine being the only boy in an all female college and treated as one of the girls - imagine there are dormitories rather than separate rooms, imagine being a member of their lacrosse or hockey team and showering with them and it casually accepted that sex with me was both accepted and normal. Imagine the girls insisting I was fully erect whilst showering, all of them liking what they saw: imagine what might follow! Perhaps them all kissing or sucking their mascot - an after match ritual! Imagine them all on their knees as I walk the line. But I did not need to imagine anything - it was all there in front of me. All those frozen in time girls were there. Nor did I need to imagine the fun when I restarted time and they all found their boobs abouncing as they looked from one to another in puzzlement. I could just do it. What fun! And of course I did it - several times - fantastic to watch the oscillating breasts; so many moving at once. It could only have been bettered if they had been jumping up and down or running naked around the field or perhaps best of all naked skipping exercise time! Which girl to fuck though? Which was to be the lucky one? Perhaps some were still virgins and had not yet felt the press of the shiny male helmet on their soft flesh. Walking between them I made my initial choice. She was a little chubby, perhaps, quite tall with dark long hair now full of shampoo; breasts taut as her hands worked her hair leaving her delightfully exposed; wide hips with a full patch of dark curly hair which hid her slit and, usefully, legs well spread. So easy to just walk to her and push my cock between her legs, feel its head slip along her sex - but would it go in? No, no chance at all without lubrication. I pushed hard but there was no yielding - perhaps she was a virgin but she was certainly not excited. I almost came spurting along her sex but what I really wanted was to fuck. She escaped my attentions - for now - as I moved back to the original girl, the tall girl with the pony tail I had first taken an interest in. I knew I could penetrate her - had already done it once. She was facing the tiled wall, head back with the shower spraying down on her and, again, with her legs well apart. Isn't the female bottom just so wonderful, soft, rounded and often with such pretty dimples at the top? So lovely to press against. So lovely to come up close behind her and feel my erection in the crack of her bottom as I pressed against her. I bent my knees a little and, once more, my helmet slipped between her legs, a gentle push and again it was lodged, a further push and the shaft followed it, the helmet sliding upwards exploring. My hands crept around, one to a breast, the other to her mound holding her tight as I began that special movement, that just so pleasing sliding of cock within vagina, that so pleasant feeling - to and fro, to and fro. I was right up inside her this time. So tempting to restart time just at the moment of release, feel the girl pushing against me, seeking to escape but so tightly and intimately held but I knew there would be panic, my orgasm greatly disturbed. It would be so nice doing this in time in my imagined residency at an all women's college where inseminating girls in the shower from behind was simply normal behaviour - indeed I might be expected to penetrate, in turn, a whole wall of girls all lent forward, bottoms pushed backwards, legs well spread as the hot showers poured down on them and they each wondered if they would be the lucky recipient of the special hot shower inside them! Who would be the lucky recipient that day? This pony tailed girl was, though, the lucky recipient of my special hot shower that morning, a groan, a "Fuck, yes" to absolutely no one and I came in easy spurts doing just what I had done to Cindy not twelve hours before. I stepped backwards panting, my cock pulling free. Wow! What fun in the showers! I turned to the dark haired girl I had almost fucked and shrugged my shoulders at her, "Perhaps another day!". She, of course, said nothing, even when I pressed myself at her dark curls and left just a hint of dribbling creaminess there and then slapped her wet bottom as I walked by. It was time to watch again from the safety of the cubicle before retrieving my clothes. The pony tailed girl jerked completely upright, clearly she felt something when time restarted but soon settled down to finishing her shower. Ditto the dark haired girl, definitely she had felt something. I watched the pony tailed girl closely, she was definitely washing herself 'down there' more than she needed. Was she just feeling sexy, did all the naked girls around her excite her or was she a little turned on from a residual feeling from my activity! Needless to say she was helpfully washing away the evidence of my invasion of her personal space - her very personal space! Almost tempting to stay a little longer and hide panties and bras so the girls left the changing rooms (or certainly the particularly pretty ones) without underwear but I had a little lost the enthusiasm with my semen. Perhaps another day. Timestopper Begins Ch. 06 Chapter 6 -- some girls bite Too tempting; too tempting by half to return to the college and play with the team again: or, indeed, any team - so long as it was either mixed or all girl. It would not be fun to turn up to the college and find just the men playing that day! It proved to be not so much mixed teams as both sexes playing. There were separate matches for the boys and girls. This certainly meant at the end of the session naked girls showering: well, it also meant naked men showering but that was not nearly so interesting... unless... unless I mixed them up a bit! I could have a bit of fun before I got down to the serious action of physically enjoying the girls. Yes, getting my 'kit' off out of time whilst their kit was off and doing 'things.' Who to choose for the prank? Which girls to choose to move to the male showers? I could perhaps have moved some of the men as well to the girls' showers but I could not watch both at once. Best to choose girls who were not in direct view of the others, perhaps four if I could, perhaps four on the periphery, four who would not be missed if they disappeared suddenly, four whose mouths were a little open. More amusing if they returned unmissed - their stories uncorroborated by the other girls. A lot of work to move them and easier with the lighter girls! The idea a good one: the execution actually hard work. Setting the girls kneeling before selected men not easy. Lifting limp penises and poking them into open mouths an odd experience. Funny how different penises are when you find yourself handling them. A surprise to me. Eventually all was set. Cue time! The men did not notice me, did not notice the sudden appearance of another naked man on the periphery of their showering group, and why would they? They were staring open mouthed at the girls: girls who were wide eyed and moving rapidly backwards, pulling their mouths away from the soft penises within them. "Wha....!!!" It was so, so amusing, these four girls suddenly in a state of complete panic finding themselves in the boys' changing rooms kneeling on the wet tiles and each with a penis in her mouth. Perhaps they had never done such a thing before. As they shot to their feet penises around them were already lengthening in the way men do in reaction to naked girls. The boys instinctively moving to stop the girls leaving the showers, slippery male bodies interposing themselves, much too interested to allow the girls to leave; connoisseurs of the female form keen to make comparison; wet male bodies touching slippery female bodies, already a hand on a breast. Not slow to seize the moment Some twenty men to four girls, men interested in girls, interested in naked girls, all crowding to see, to get a look and 'cop a feel.' A gang bang in potential, a difficult scene perhaps. "Let me go." "Ger...off." "Let us go." "We didn't bring you here." True, but they were certainly not keen to let them go! "Don't put your hand there." Actually it was three hands; I could see! I could feel the animal lust rising, an interesting feeling. I had not thought I would find being in the showers with twenty erect naked men sexually exciting but actually the feeling of lust at the prospect of communally and brotherly fucking these pretty naked girls was quite something. A real high! Something akin to the bloodlust of the hunt I suspect. I wanted to fuck -- we all wanted to fuck the girls. You could physically sense the lust/ Perhaps suitably warned and with a degree of planning the girls might really have enjoyed the experience: they were not in reality. The girls were being held now, arms pinned, legs lifted and spread; all the boys close together trying to get a good view, oblivious of the sudden press of male flesh against themselves and unconcerned quite who their own erections were touching; all so keen to touch and fuck the girls. Who to go first - why the men closest and already between the thighs, of course! I do think the four went in together in unison but it was not far off; cheers from their team mates drowning the protests from the girls. The girls with no chance of being heard outside the changing rooms not with the noise of twenty men cheering! I was erect and willing with the best of them but, even in my lust filled state, thought perhaps I had already let the joke go too far. I really had. The girls were terrified and each about to have five or more erections squirting inside them in quick succession. It came to me -- I should not have done this. A sudden silence and then quite a difficult job for me to extract four girls from the press of men not least because four of the men were very intimately attached to the girls. Quite funny really disconnecting a girl and a boy engaged in intercourse but a bother to get the girls back to their own shower room and put them roughly back where they had been and in position. A lot of effort but now to enjoy the result! But decisions, decisions - whilst I can be in lots of places at once out of time - because there is no time - I cannot be in more than one place at once with time running. Did I want to see the reaction of the men to the loss of the girls or the reaction of the girls being back with their own kind. I gently fucked one of the girls as I decided. She had, after all, been made ready. Perhaps, surprisingly, I started with the boys and it was a hoot. Suddenly all these men found themselves without the girls but all with their erections. Twenty presumably straight guys in a shower and all sporting their own variety of erection - a hoot - but it didn't stop there. Oh no, oh wonderfully no! One of the four lucky men who had been fucking the girls clearly had a bit of a trigger problem and as I started time his cock went off. Yes really! He had thought himself wonderfully inside a pretty girl and suddenly 'no girl' and there he was with his erection sticking up in front of him and just about to ejaculate. Yeah, seconds later he was 'exploding', as the somewhat OTT phrase goes, ropes of cum shooting from his knob up into the air in front of him, just shooting with not so much as a hand helping it and with all the other nineteen players staring at him. Embarrassment? Mega embarrassment! And total confusion as they looked about them for the girls and suddenly realised just how up close and personal they were with their friends' erections! Everyone of them sporting a boner -- and strong ones at that. Funny? You have no idea. And there was me there, but not there, at the back of them all, so not really visible, and in my camouflage of being naked and erect (but of course I was - seconds before I had been fucking a girl next door). Would I be so well camouflaged in the girls' showers? Did I dare stand with the girls? Time stopped once more. Well, they were all looking at the four girls. And those girls were evidently making a lot of noise - they certainly were. The noise hit me when I restarted time from my hiding place in a cubicle. The four were hysterical as only girls can be. Funny? Well, actually not as funny as I had hoped. A bit of embarrassment, a prank seemed fine but clearly I had overstepped the mark here. These girls were beside themselves, actually shaking. Perhaps I should not have done that. It hardly now seemed the moment to stop time and fuck one of them properly. The other girls around them puzzled but the four girls quite clear that something very odd had happened. It all quite upset the prospect of some nice out of time sex for me. Almost before I knew it they were all out of the shower and talking away two to the dozen. I stopped time but really the moment had gone. It just did not seem the time to fuck one of the girls - particularly one of those who had just been next door. It clearly was almost as difficult being a very naughty time stopper as it was being Temporal Man of Power, your friendly neighbourhood superhero. Deflated, I wandered away home thinking I might visit Cindy... but she and the baby were out. The morning had not gone well. Another day, fresh opportunities, fresh thoughts, fresh ideas - well I thought I might go to the showers again; perhaps a different team might be there. And I was in luck... and we know what that rhymes with. I had not really appreciated girls played rugby. I could see there might be a fun, play sort of game but actual, serious rugby was unexpected. It just did not seem a girl sort of game but here were a couple of teams. Thirty girls in all in two changing rooms and some of them were really big girls. You could imagine them eating me for lunch: well that was an idea! I could imagine that naked and with them in the showers I would have no chance if they wanted to have their way with me. A man would stand no chance; easy for them to hold him and prevent his escape; so easy to cause an erection; so easy to slide down on his pole; so easy to make him cum - to milk his penis by hand, vagina or mouth. A male fantasy of reverse rape indeed! Were they all lesbian? How prevalent was lesbianism in female rugby? Not something I knew but frankly out of time it did not really matter. These were naked girls and I liked naked girls: and they were clearly naked girls having fun. Lots of laughter and shouting in the changing rooms as far as I could judge from the frozen tableaux of stopped time. So pleasing, like the other days, just to wander around with wandering hands. Some really tall girls with great stout, strong thighs and of course the little scrum halves. As always the variety of 'bits' so fascinating. Some girls with really big boobs and so very much needing the sports bras on the field: whilst others really were almost as flat chested as me - but with rather bigger nipples! Big bottoms, little bottoms; profuse hair and completely shaven mons in all different shades of brown, black, fair and even red; neat little pudendas on some and hanging fleshy lips on others (so easy for me to crouch and peer!). Fascinating to the male - very fascinating to the erect, naked male in there with them. The girls completely unaware of who was slipping (and sliding) between them. The idea of being eaten for lunch persisted. Why not try the feel of my cock in a mouth or two. A bit difficult because of teeth: it is not often that a girl has her mouth far enough open, teeth covered by lips and all ready for the male appendage to slip in. It was a pity the girls were not all eating bananas but funnily enough, in the showers, they weren't! So useful if their lips were softly around the peeled bananas: less useful if they were biting into the soft flesh - ouch! Some girls, though, were shouting and otherwise had their mouths open but of course were standing which was not, of course, the right height at all for me to insert myself! What I either needed was the girls kneeling on the floor to eat their bananas - and they weren't eating bananas anyway - or for me to hang from the ceiling pipework and swing my erection into place - not exactly easy! But the idea was in my head. It was back to hiding in the cubicles and waiting for a girl to bend down so her head and mouth was at, well, penis level. Nice though to espie the movement of all these girls from the crack in the cubicle door. A girl bent to wash her feet and sudden silence as I stopped time. This was a big beefy girl, lots of dark hair and in her bent position big hanging breasts -- well, they were nice to feel and certainly they would be swinging nicely when time restarted, given how I left them! Apart from the obvious tightness there would have been no problem taking her anally - that was all on show - or vaginally - that was just as visible - but orally was quite a different matter. I could rub my penis head happily over her soft lips - and did - but I had caught her with her mouth tightly shut - no way in there! So it was back to the cubicle to watch her surprise at finding her boobs swinging in opposite directions - one down and one up. She felt it all right and stood up suddenly with quite a surprised look on her face! It took several attempts before I finally had a girl bending down with her mouth open. A pretty blond lass, not massive like some of the girls. I would have been very happy to have gone out with her to the cinema or for dinner and perhaps after a few dates back to her place for, well you know, a bit of exercise. Anyway there she was with her head at the right height and laughing at something her team mate had said; pretty mouth right open though without lips over teeth. Her sharp white teeth were all very visible as I lined myself up and pushed my soft, vulnerable cock head between them. Had the girl ever had a cock in her mouth? Well she had now, I could feel her tongue a little rough but nicely wet and I kept pushing. How far would I go in? Quite a way actually; indeed I seemed to be all in by the time I felt the back of her throat on my glans. Hey, look girls what your team mate can do - impressive eh? A little scraping on the way out and then in again. Visually appealing and certainly mentally stimulating but actually this was not fellatio. The pleasure in oral sex - for the man - is in the use of lips and tongue. A vagina is slippery and intimate: a mouth is just a cavity and without encircling lips really all you can do is rub your cock on the tongue. It was not actually as good as I had expected though I certainly enjoyed seeing my cock in this pretty girl's mouth. What it all really needed was movement but I could hardly restart time with all the girls around me. If I was grabbed securely could I even get away if I stopped time! It would have been quite amusing, though, to cum in the girl's mouth and see her from the safety of the cubicle her eyes widen and her spluttering as she found her mouth full. Was she a girl who would know exactly what she was tasting, or was she virginal or one with a taste for girls rather than boys? I watched the girls shower and dress, girls pulling on bras, girls pulling on panties - at least those who could find them. Quite a few, and strangely those wearing skirts, seemed to find theirs missing and having to go out into the world 'commando' beneath their sometimes quite modest skirts. Amusing for someone in the know! The little dark curly haired scrum half was the last to leave. I had noticed she was being a bit slow and had particularly admired and certainly run my fingers through her generous patch of dark curls and slid a finger downwards. Like some of her team mates she had puzzled a little at her spontaneously oscillating boobs but they were the sort which simply cried out to be bounced. Really it would help if some girls just accepted how the world was; that theirs were boobs needing bouncing; accepted the fact and provided their co-workers with the opportunity. Perhaps a sort of Boob Bouncing Thursday: "I'll leave my shirt off Thursday mornings and please feel free to have a go." It would so help the men. Something to look forward to in the week! How strange but how nice to be discussing a problem with your pretty colleague and at the same time bouncing her boobs up and down and her quite accepting it -- after all it is Thursday! I had made up my mind that one way or another I was going to have some pleasure with this little girl even if it was just making her sex all sticky just as she left the changing rooms. What I really wanted though was to come in her mouth. I think it was the pretty full lips that did it; lips just waiting to be kissed - yes another girl eminently suitable for me to go out with! Hey, why not with both girls? I mean I wouldn't mind being shared - three in a bed and why not - but they might not be so keen! From my hiding place I watched the girl bend to pull on her shoes. Oh yes, she was fully dressed but at last there were a pair of lips in just the right position. Quite why she was making the 'o' shape and quite why her teeth were well apart was not quite clear but there she was frozen in time all ready for... well all ready for me to slide my bulbous purple head between her lips. A bulbous purple head made particularly swollen and excited by all the things I had been watching and touching - and the wanking had no doubt had a lot to do with it as well! A certain clear seeping was already happening and I applied this as lip gloss to her pretty lips. Great fun moving the oozing applicator! And then in. Lovely feeling the slight constriction of her lips around the shaft as my head slid over her tongue It was going to be a really good release and lucky girl to be fed so generously by me! It was super; this was TSM at his best; using his super power and with his amazing super cock about to explode. I was so enjoying myself and could not help thinking how nice it would be just for a second or two to let time run and feel the girl moving, her tongue lick and her lips slide; see her eyes widen at the shock of what she had in her mouth; and then freeze time and let fly. Lovely in conception: disastrous in execution. Perhaps she was already closing her jaw; perhaps her reaction was instinctive but up came her jaw and my cock was well and truly bitten - fuck, did I scream as I stopped time - it bloody hurt! I had to stand there in considerable pain until I got soft enough to extract myself and even then it was not easy. Out of time there was no way I could move the poor girl's jaw - I say poor girl but it was she who was biting my cock in a very nasty way, there was no way I could move it without breaking her jaw and even she hardly deserved that. Nonetheless there was my poor little friend with the most obvious teeth marks and actually bleeding. It was certainly going to have purple bruising in the shape of teeth. Not something to let the girlfriend see - if I had had one! Already it was swelling - oh, ha ha - swelling from the damage. I limped home to make a close inspection. It did not look very good. There was blood in my underpants. The moral to the tale: don't start time when your cock is in a girl's mouth who is not expecting it! I did not even feel like a wank before bed, still less slipping around next door despite the noises through the wall. I had long realised Cindy and Carson had a very active sex life. It was throbbing when I woke the next morning but looking at it lying there all sorry for itself I did not think there was any real damage time would not heal. It did not look infected or anything, just a bit inflamed and bruised. And it still had very visible teeth marks. Wouldn't it have been nice to be able to go next door and have Cindy make a fuss, "You poor thing, I mean the poor little thing. Let me bathe it in warm water and Dettol ... I don't think there is any damage but, well, we had better check that it still works properly." "It's all right Cindy, I have peed this morning." "No, silly, I meant the other thing, whether it erects properly." And her hand stroking it ever so gently and comfortingly until it was big in her hand, "Yes that looks fine. Big isn't it, but poor thing, such nasty bite marks. Come on, let me kiss it better." And her lips descending and doing more than just kiss; and later, "I think we should check if it really works properly, don't you? Don't worry, I'm a married woman I know about such things. I know what it is going to do." And even later, "Mmm that was nice, we must do this more often, I do like a man creaming in my mouth. And don't you just!" A nice little fantasy but rather unlikely. "Come around this afternoon and I'll bathe it again and check it over and make doubly sure it is working fine." Unlikely but being able to wander next door out of time was equally unlikely you would have thought - but not so for me. Keys in hand I walked out and met Carson just leaving. I met him but he did not notice me walking past him up the garden path and opening the very front door he had just shut; he did not notice I was still in my pyjamas and had a rather sore looking cock hanging out the front. Up the stairs and into his bedroom and there, delightfully, was his wife sitting up in bed, well on it really with the covers thrown back in a short cotton nightie but with it up around her waist which was slightly surprising unless, of course, she had just been engaged in intercourse. Timestopper Begins Ch. 06 Had she? With her legs drawn up and her knees apart it was not difficult to check. From the swollen look of her sex and the leaking translucent creamy stuff there, I quickly surmised that that was exactly what had been going on; presumably just minutes before. I had just missed it. This was a recently fucked Cindy. I could smell the sex in the room and there was her sweet hairless sex so smooth, open, moist and, yes, inviting. So sexually exciting to see it like that - all hot, wet and ready to be fucked. I showed her my poor hurt cock - well it was sticking out of my fly! No reaction of course, no "Oh dear, that looks sore, let me have a good look at the poor thing; there, there let me kiss it better; come and put it somewhere warm..." But that was exactly what I was going to do. Fascinating to move in close and look at Cindy's sex all looking so post coital, so cream pie-ish. Good enough to eat. Hmmm? Well maybe! I suppose if I had been there by invitation and Cindy had told me that I had to that, then, yes, I would have done so but she was not saying anything so, actually, I didn't! I mean, another man's... Complicated. But imagine if the phone had rung as soon as Carson was out of the front door and it had been Cindy inviting me around to carry on with the fun including that sort of game. Well, maybe but I contented myself with sucking on her breasts and enjoying her warm milk -- not his. Had Carson been doing that just moments before, had he been sucking on her breasts enjoying her milk or was he rather more squeamish about milking a woman? I certainly was not - more than happy indeed!. Would love to have done it as Cindy stroked my hair (or my poor little penis!). I would have been happy to swop fluids if she liked, "Oh you poor thing, it looks so hurt, so swollen, let me kiss it better..."). Me sucking a breast: she my cock. So nice to move from sucking the warm milk to intercourse; just easing Cindy down into a lying position, ensuring her thighs were well spread and ready once again to receive a penis; no need to move her nightie at all as it was all ready rucked up; so lovely to just run my finger around her sex, touch her little swollen clit, slip a finger into her - dear, oh dear, hadn't Carson been a naughty boy making such a mess and not tidying up after him! It really was quite, well messy in a gooey post coital, slippery, sloppy, finger stirring sort of way! Once again on top of Cindy, my weight on her body and in I slipped - an easy slippery entrance - a nice feeling if I didn't think too much on what was making it extra slippery - lovely to push in right up to my balls and feel my cock just disappear into her body. Wouldn't it have been good if this was not just time stopped sex but the totally real thing with Cindy's legs coming up and her ankles locking over my back; tongue seeking mine and a whispered, "Oh I do like a second fuck, make me come again, go on fill me up... oh yes, slap my arse with those balls." How nice to have an easy relationship with your neighbour or, indeed, neighbours. I mean it would be quite fun to share Cindy with Carson. Imagine that: being invited around for dinner and a fuck. Or, alternatively, a phone call late at night. "Could you pop around and finish me off, Carson's just come too quickly for me." And being welcomed by both -- particularly my erection. Well, nice enough really to be doing what I was doing. Nice to be engaged in slow intercourse; nice to be able to pause and take another suck on Cindy's big milky breasts; rather amazing to pause, get up and see Cindy's opening stay open out of time and show just how much girls do get stretched by invading penises - certainly it showed my cock to have what looked like a very respectable diameter; fun to watch it going in again as I knelt before lying back down on her soft body; yes, nice to play with this soft, warm doll (with working breasts!). Yes, I suppose out of time sex is a little bit like having sex with one of those inflatable dolls you see advertised but so much better - everything real except movement -- indeed, on the plus side, no need to clear up yourself afterwards because Cindy would do all the washing herself when she got up! Unlike the night with Cindy and Carson I could see. That had been intercourse in the dark. This time I could see everything and, rather pleasantly, I did not have a naked Carson beside me which might have been a little off putting. Lovely to enjoy the feeling - fast then slow, long then slow. Like masturbation, it was my own choice what I did! And, as I did so often in the mornings when I wake up, I emptied my balls but not splashing across my tummy as usual but, instead, deep inside Cindy - quite amazing how far the human penis does go into the woman's body - the teeth clenching build and then the wonderful release: spurt after spurt in the warm wet place. I lay on the girl, quite drained, feeling my penis wilting inside her. Funny to actually watch myself pulling out. Her vagina retaining my erect diameter yet my much smaller penis just falling out. Amazing even flaccid I could push myself into what was a real tunnel into her body. Fascinating to the male! It had all been so easy and no complications out of time. No real sign I had been there. The tell tale of my ejaculate hidden by Carson's. Cindy might notice there was rather a lot of it, might find herself dripping on the way to the bathroom, but otherwise be completely unaware another man had sneaked in and made his deposit. It was a useful lesson. No in time complications. Rather better than my recent play with the girls in the showers, a prank going wrong: and the little scrum half where everything had rather gone wrong and painful complications ensued. With Cindy, I was like a cuckoo in the nest - and a very inviting nest at that! Unnoticed. All I had to do was reposition Cindy sitting on the bed as she had been before and then let myself out. Carson was, of course, still there and completely oblivious that I had just walked past him into the house and fucked his wife -- yes really fucked her. Funny to watch him move once more when I re entered my house and stood at the window, my still damaged, but also still wet from his wife, penis hanging out of sight beneath the sill. Next door, would Cindy feel anything of my recent actions? Well, she would feel her breasts a little emptier but whether she would notice she was a little fuller somewhere else I just did not know. Time to go to work. Timestopper Begins Ch. 07 A busy day at the office did not leave time for thinking too much about sex and in any case I had fucked Cindy only that morning in bed. I bided my time but the next day was a different matter. As I am sure is true for everyone who works in an office there are colleagues for whom you have a bit of a thing. Clearly for some it becomes a bit more than that and that keeps the gossips happy. The new young graduate trainee or the actually quite glamorous boss; the girl from another department that you see occasionally in the lift or at the entrance - there are usually colleagues of interest. Colleagues you, very likely, know little about apart from their work persona. You have no idea what the person who sits next to you is like in bed, what her sexual interests are or whether she makes a funny noise at the point of orgasm. Does the long legged manager who so likes her high heels and black skirts actually have a whole range of strangely shaped objects lined up in a drawer in her bedroom; does she have a secret penchant for black leather or CFNM videos - you don't think she's lesbian but what would she look like with a strap-on? And the perennial questions remain of how big are her nipples and does she shave down there and if so to what shape? To all of these important questions you have no answer at all. But to a time stopper certain questions can be answered. I strolled in the next morning with more than simply an intent to do some work; my eyes swept around with more than usual interest at seeing pretty colleagues. I was going to see a lot more of them that day. I was going to ensure questions were answered - questions I had. It had not been easy, not been easy for the men in the office for the seven months she had been with us, to keep our eyes on Emily's face when she was talking to us; inevitably eyes had a strong inclination, were almost pulled magnetically downwards by her quite remarkable cleavage. Yes, she was big but she also did the plunging neck lines rather often; yes, the plunging necklines that draw the eye. Was it a deliberate tease or did she just like low cut tops? Dark curly hair, really full lips, all in all quite something. And then there was Amanda Close, the graduate. I have never seen hair so straight. Hair down to her, well down to her breasts, but so straight and so fair; pale, pale skin, a permanently amused smile, always well dressed and simply lovely. A tendency to flick her hair and look a bit quizzical. Everyone liked her! Dharini, ah yes, Dharini the sultry beauty of the office. Indian with that delicious coffee coloured skin, black blue long hair, large nose - but I do not say that in any derogatory sense, no far from it; even the gold nose stud, and I am not a great fan of those, looked just right on her. Married, of course, but not yet with children; we had met the lucky husband and thought, actually, she was as lucky as he. He was great fun. All in all a great office to work in. Pretty girls and nice with it, and generally the rest were fine and easy. I was happy there and had no urgent desire to move on. It was nice to look at all these girls but, as you might expect there was a counterbalance and that was Mike Harris. I did not like looking at Mike; I did not like talking to Mike Harris; I did not like Mike Harris. Why this dislike? Well he did not like me and had never liked me. He was the only bit of the first day at work I had really not liked - Mike Harris. I had known him at school, known him only too well. He was the class bully when I was twelve - had been, actually, when I was eleven and frankly was not a lot different when I was sixteen but it was worst when I was twelve. People change, I know, but Mike Harris had not. There's a limit to what you can do in an office compared to school or after school. You don't really punch people when you are at work! But there are subtle things. His colleagues mostly did not like him, and I think they mostly liked me; so in the end I had come out on top. He was, though, there and sort of senior to me. Annoying. Mike was not on my mind at all as I walked in. No, I was thinking about the girls and what I would be able to take a peek at and just how I might do it. "Late again, I see." It was a fair comment but not really Mike's business and I certainly had a good excuse for the last few weeks. I had been patrolling the early morning streets as Temporal Man of Power. Well, not so much a good excuse as I could hardly reveal just who I really was but certainly I had a very good reason. "I've had to tell the boss." There was no 'had to' about it. Mike had taken it upon himself to do that simply for the sheer pleasure of it and to get a reaction from me. But I had no need to react instantly, get cross or anything like that. I stayed cool. After all, I could deal with Mike in my own time - not his - "Thanks Mike," I said pleasantly and walked on. Can you imagine the excitement. Sitting down at your desk and knowing, when you wished you could get up, walk over and take a look at whatever any of your colleagues had hidden in her blouse, or anywhere else for that matter. No restrictions, no barriers, no come backs! Dharini opposite me. In already and hard at work. Amanda Close walking by, nice to watch her retreating legs, Emily over by the photocopier. I opened a file and then thought better of it. A bit of fun before work was a better idea than work before fun. I really did not have the patience to wait! I did not have the patience but of course time could wait - and suddenly it was. It was, rather inevitably, the photocopier I walked over to and it was not Emily's face I kept my eyes on - there was no need and I did exactly what all the men wanted to do. I just stared at her cleavage and then did what all the men really, really, really wanted to do. Her arms were up dealing with the photocopier and I just put my hands one to each mound of breast. No slap, no reaction, no nothing just the feel of her mounds in my hands - yeah, big and firm. There was nothing to stop me undoing buttons, undoing one by one from the top the buttons holding her blouse together; nothing to stop me tugging it out of her jeans; nothing to stop me admiring the more revealed breasts within her white bra and nothing stopping me slipping a hand inside a cup - oh yes, warm, soft and fantastic! Bras need undoing and the deed was quickly done. Emily spilled out. Crikey, what a pair! It would be so great for the men if, say, Monday was no bra day for Emily - such a treat. But I had the advantage over the rest. And not only could I see but I could touch, feel and play! Surprise, surprise, I did just that. It is a shame they just don't bounce out of time. No jiggling them up and down in your hands: they just stay where they are put. And if nipples are soft they stay soft however much you pull and tickle them. An interesting surprise on the nipple front. One was inverted. Yes, one stuck out as nipples do, even if not hard, but the other was tucked inside as if shy. A little pressure around the areola and out it popped. Funny and intriguing. I knew something about Emily no one else in the office did - or at least so far as I was aware. For all I knew Dan Morris in Accounts might be having his way with her. He had great charm and presence and was certainly a ladies' man; only he was nearing sixty and I really could not see him having seduced Emily - but good luck to him if he had! Plenty of non time with Emily's breasts but as men will, my interest turned downwards. The brass button on her jeans did just tempt! So easy to reach inside the waist band and undo, so easy to slide the brass zipper down. Interesting - purple cotton panties. "Excuse me, Emily, might I just take a little peep?" There was little - actually - no protest and I pulled at the elastic. There, nestled inside the purple panties, all warm and cosy was a lovely patch of dark curls. No shaving then, no pulling of the steel blades across the soft skin. It all looked completely natural. I was pleased - it was what I had imagined. So easy to slip my hand in and feel the softness, feel the mound and the slit; not so easy to slip fingers underneath as the jeans were tight. But just think how good those curls and that soft mound felt! Removing my hand, my eyes moved on in an Amanda direction. There she was marching up the office, her so straight hair flowing behind her, pretty knees under her taut skirt, right thigh moulded indeed by the blue skirt, white frilly blouse and the push of her breasts against it and of course her ready amused smile just about to say something to Simon ahead of her. She was lovely but would she not look so much lovelier striding up the office naked? And I could do that, I really could. I could take all her clothes off and she would suddenly find herself striding up the office in her birthday suit. Wouldn't Simon get a surprise as, magically, Amanda's clothes just disappeared; wouldn't we all get a surprise - very much of a surprise and that certainly would included Amanda! I am sure all of Simon's wishes would suddenly have come true - and the same for all the men in the office! I am sure we had all wondered what lay beneath those smart clothes - yes, what those breasts looked like; were they as pointy as they looked; what did her bottom look like and, of course, how fair was she down below and was the hair all straight like on her head? Important questions to wile away a boring meeting! I was not sure I could really do that big embarrassing thing to her - after all I really liked her: Mike maybe, but, even then, was that just too cruel and perhaps too inexplicable. Clothes suddenly disappearing just does not happen. Much more amusing if I could arrange for him somehow to get locked out of the office shower and have to wander around... but would that not be fun with Amanda too! But there was nothing to stop me enjoying undressing Amanda and imagining her walking up the office in the all together. No, nothing at all. Perhaps I might find out where she lived and visit her there and watch her move naked from the bath to bed or something. If I wanted to see naked movement I could. Perhaps she might stay late at the office one day and I could stay too and then Amanda suddenly find herself undressed. Lovely to watch her panic. And only me to see and, as a consequence, perhaps only limited embarrassment for her. I had never been so close to her before. Always at a distance, not entering her personal space but it was different now! Her lips a little parted, perhaps she was about to say something to Simon. Yes, nice to kiss those soft lips and slip my tongue between - yes a naughty invasion of her body. Well, the way I was feeling there was a strong risk of a much more serious invasion coming up! Such pale skin; Amanda must so cover up in the sun but so soft - I could feel that as my fingers began to undo buttons. Like Emily, it was necessary for buttons to be slipped through the button holes and bra clasps undone but unlike Emily it all had to come off. I needed to see the naked Amanda in her entirety. The blouse draped over a chair and Amanda now in just her bra. Already more of her body revealed than I had ever seen before. Yes, even her back was so pretty with all those little vertebrae to run fingers up; indeed up and then back down to the bra clasp. The warm, flimsy item of clothing coming free and so easy to slide down her arms and off. There they were, really very young looking and certainly pointy with that lovely little upturned puppy dog nose look you sometimes find. Eminently suckable - and of course I did. Such pale areolae and nipples, barely darker than the breasts themselves. Already I would be the envy of the whole office - who else would have had such an opportunity! But there was more to come. Emily's tight jeans had presented something of a problem, not insurmountable but not easy to remove; Amanda's skirt on the other hand merely required the undoing of two buttons and the pulling down of a zip to release it and then so easy to pull to the floor. Had time not been stopped it would have fallen of its own accord but, equally, had time not been stopped I would not have been undoing it! And now there was Amanda in just a pair of pale blue panties. Well, a couple of fingers in the waistband and they too were down her legs - not all the way as, after all, she was walking but quite far enough; quite far enough to see everything. What a pretty round bottom, what a flat little tummy with its neat tummy button, what well shaped thighs and what a lack of hair. Completely unlike Emily in that respect but like Emily there was no evidence of shaving - Amanda naturally had very little hair down there - just a sprouting around her slit of fine, very fair and very straight hair. Had people known, then 'Tufty' would have been a good nickname for Amanda. Looking at her virtually naked, I thought her pointy breasts and tufty pubes made her look a lot younger than her twenty-one years: very different from the half naked Emily over by the photocopier. It made Amanda look too young to fuck but had she? Three years at university would have given plenty of opportunity, perhaps activity further back in the sixth form or even when she should not even have been thinking of such things. It was difficult really to imagine she had not been sexually active. My hand slipped between her legs; I could not actually ask Tufty - I mean, Amanda - but I could feel what I could feel and make a possible surmise. It all felt very nice and, of course, hairless. My finger went in, went in the whole way, but really that meant nothing. Her fine spread thighs on the hard leather saddle of a horse or indeed the misused handle of a hairbrush might have opened that up! Still, that left some important research for me to do. I needed the information, I needed to visit Amanda at home, see her moving naked, search for evidence of a boyfriend or past boyfriend and, more than likely, see if, suitably lubricated, she could take my cock. Of course I was going to fuck her at some point - and Emily - and Dharini - and probably others besides. I could - so why not? Temporal Man of Power or Time Stop Man was into research now - sexual research big time! Talking of 'big' it really was time to release myself from the cramped conditions inside my trousers and out I came. And did I poke it in Amanda's general direction? Well what do you think? Of course I rubbed it 'there.' I mean I was not going to miss the opportunity. Not enough to actually come - fun though it would have been to splash Tufty's pubes before pulling up her light blue panties and leaving her suddenly very squidgy. Imagine the look on her face when time restarted! It was not time yet for such things. I turned and walked back to Dharini; for the first time walking up the office with an exposed erection - not something many people do! Delectable Dharini, as I have written, was the sultry beauty of the office. Her delicious coffee coloured skin and long black blue hair really impressed. How lucky was her husband when she slipped her sari off? Well, I soon found out the answer to that: very lucky! There she was seated at her desk and standing next to her a rather excited young man with his erection almost touching her lips and a pair of round brown breasts in his hands, breasts with almost black nipples. I was enjoying my morning! Aja must be almost permanently rigid with such a woman, such breasts in his house! I had not realised just how wonderful they were. They had been hidden from my sight of course. As I played my penis touched her mouth but her lips were closed. Did they, I wondered, readily open and hold Aja's, what is the Indian word, yes lingam and did they suck him to conclusion? Was he one of those lucky husbands who if the wife does not want intercourse nonetheless releases her man's pressure? A very attractive image of Dharini kneeling and performing the necessary service. Beside her on the desk a banana. Every morning around eleven Dharini would eat one. Could I perhaps take advantage of the banana's shape and somehow manage to enter Dharini's mouth in its stead? A lovely thing if it could be achieved. Around the office various girls in states of undress and me with exposed erection - should I tuck everyone back for the moment or do something more? The prospect of the banana won. It was tucking back time - dressing time. It had all been very pleasurable. It meant any day could be extra fun at the office but for now I read my file and wrote waiting for eleven o'clock or so. Did I dare? Did I really dare to do that thing in the office and perhaps even come in her mouth? I did not want Dharini to choke or anything but it would be just so sexual, so exciting - yes just so enjoyable; and then being able to sit and talk to her later and know what I had done. But would she even notice? If she was already chewing the banana, would all the saliva and banana mask the salty, viscous fluid- or would my fluid, perhaps, accentuate the taste of the banana? And would not a little surprise on her face be pleasing afterwards? Could I actually do that, in any case, with everyone watching - well not consciously watching but I would certainly see all my colleagues around. I had, though, already walked up the office with my erect cock sticking out of my trousers out of time. Yes, I could do it! I did not miss her picking up the banana. Luckily it was a big one! Bananas look as big as erections quite often but not so much when peeled, the girth is not there - well at least in comparison to mine anyway! Other men may be slenderer! I did not miss Dharini peeling back the skin - not quite like the foreskin, I mean the prepuce does not separate into four leaves like that - ouch! But the symbolism was there. Did I dare execute my plan? Just as she pushed the banana between her lips she caught my eye. I hoped she did not think I was getting a 'cheap thrill' from the sight but, of course, a girl eating a banana is erotic. You cannot get away from the shape of the fruit - it is just so phallic even down to the curve of the fruit! The lips opening and the rounded end going in. A girl could hold a whole table of men spellbound and hard in their trousers if she chose, just by the way she peeled and ate a banana - licking and sucking on it before consuming. Actually I expect some men even find it difficult eating a banana whole, feeling it is a bit 'gay.' Mostly I eat them chopped up on my muesli in the morning but that has nothing to do with an aversion to eating bananas whole or slipping the peeled end into my mouth. It was just too nice an idea not to be executed. It takes some doing actually to take your trousers off in your own office; it is the normality of it all and doing such an abnormal thing even with everyone so still and everything so quiet. And then to pull your pants down and expose yourself - not simply flaccid but all fired up and raring to go. I mean Simon was sitting not a desk away with his pen in his hand and there over at another desk was Amanda (yeah,' Tufty'!) and Mr Dickinson was walking down the office looking for somebody to deal with a problem. I, though. had confidence in my ability to hold time. Ridiculous really. There was nobody to see but I simply was not going to walk around to Dharini with my socks on. That is something men can look really silly in. Short socks and nothing else. It just does not look right! Easy to pull back the arm and ease the banana from Dharini's mouth. She was caught just so right. The end of the banana had been inserted but I had stopped time just before the teeth came down. Oh, those so dangerous teeth! Poor John Thomas had still not got over his encounter in the changing rooms. The marks were still very visible - that wicked little scrum half! But with Dharini her teeth were safely apart. The banana came out entire without a mark. Timestopper Begins Ch. 07 Once again my erection touched Dharini's pretty lips but now these were in the shape of an 'O' and just so right; just a push and I was sliding in. This so pretty girl sitting in her office chair was all of a sudden going from her elevenses to, well, doing something very womanly! And all made so easy as her office chair was on a swivel; so easy to move her around to the perfect position and just push in. And isn't half the fun of fellatio just visual - seeing your penis in the girl's mouth? There was I, completely naked, my balls hanging and my knob in Dharini's mouth. Yes, just the knob. Her eyes open - she had actually just been looking at me across the desk - was still really. Such a fantastic image. Oh for a camera! I mean the so ordinary office scene but for me being naked and with my erection in this girl's mouth. There would have been others in the photograph. It would look so like the picture was something constructed - two photographs merged - only it would not have been! Slowly, very slowly I pushed, feeling just so turned on; lovely warm, wet lips on me and sliding easily on my shaft; my knob finding her mouth all wet with saliva in anticipation of the banana - a lovely bath for a cock! Delightful to push easily in and out, feeling the soft friction and the touch of her wet tongue and mouth. Lovely - this would certainly not be the only time with Dharini. I decided I was going to visit her at home too - and soon. An instant decision. It would be a Cindy and Carson experience I was sure. The cuckoo laying his eggs in Dharini's nest or was it nests? After all there was more than one place to ejaculate around, in and on her body! You can imagine I was on a hair trigger. Having played with the three girls earlier and now got my cock stuck in Dharini's mouth it was not easy to hold back. But so lovely to just stop and pause on the very brink of coming and feel just that slight oozing and know inside Dharini's pretty mouth a little pearl of semen has appeared. The harbinger of more to come. A rest and then more movement, in and out, in and out as I fondled her breasts within her sari. All good things must come to an end and a conclusion - but what a conclusion. Just a little too much stimulation and, "Here we go Dharini, here it cums. All for you!" And come I did. Most enjoyably. Funnily enough I had never done that in the office before. Cum, I mean. It is not something you do normally in the office but there was I doing just that as electric pulse after pulse sent my semen into my pretty co-worker's mouth. Fantastic. I should do it more often... probably I would! Nice to just subside in Dharini's mouth before pulling out; funny to swing her arm carefully back and gently stopper her mouth once more with the banana - a banana which would now be rather coated with my stuff. I mean I could see, before I put in the stopper, it all there in her mouth. A careful re-arrangement of Dharini's clothing; a careful swinging around of the chair back into position; a naughty brush of my flaccid but leaky penis on nearby Amanda's lips before I dressed myself and settled back in my chair in as close an approximation of where I had been sitting when Dharini had pushed the banana into her mouth. She still had eye contact with me but would have no idea that contact had been a great deal more intimate than with just eyes. Her eyes widened as time started and her teeth came down. Was it some residual feeling of breasts having been fondled; was it that I appeared to jump slightly because I simply could not proximate my former position; or finding her mouth suddenly a lot more liquid than before - I do not say 'filled' because that would have been rather overstating my prowess in ejaculation - but clearly there had been quite a bit of ejaculate pulsing from me into her mouth. Did the banana taste the better for it? I am sure it did! She chewed looking a little surprised, it was no doubt a slightly saltier and rather more gooey banana than she had expected. "You OK, Dharini?" "Mmm mmm." She had her mouth full after all. It cannot have been that odd for her as she carried on eating the whole banana whilst I settled back to work. Emptied balls do concentrate the mind. All thought of sex goes - for a time. But what does come during the day is the need to urinate. The penis has more than one purpose. A remarkable organ, It was unfortunate for Mike that he chose to come into the 'Gents' just as I was there; unfortunate too that he came and stood beside me in the stalls and very foolish on his part to have made yet another rather unnecessary and unpleasant comment. Something about with a dick like that it was not surprising I did not have a girlfriend. Well: 1. how did he know I didn't (though he was right, I was still sore from the rejection at the time of the lightning strike); 2. he did not know that I had just done something very pleasurable with Dharini involving the aforementioned penis and a banana; and 3. I was not the person to annoy any more. Time stopped and everything except my own weeing stopped. There was no need for me to stop that! I might as well make myself comfortable first! Finished, I turned to look at Mike. Not really done to look at another guy's cock in the 'Gents'; eyes front, perhaps looking down at what you are holding - but not left nor right. Well, with time stopped I could break the rules. Not that I was actually interested in Mike's penis. Not my thing you know. It was normal enough, just going about its business. But pleasing for me to see such a strong stream coming out of it. Does that surprise you? What could my interest possibly be in the amount of wee Mike was expelling? With a slight wrinkling of my face I reached down and pulled the limp item from between Mike's thumb and forefinger breaking its connection with the time frozen stream of wee and carefully tucked Mike's penis back into his underpants and zipped up his fly. Oh yes, I knew what I had done: I had gently tucked the bully's cock away as he was urinating. A grin spread across my face as I got back into position pretending still to be emptying my bladder in an unconcerned manner. Mike, though, would not be pretending; he would be in full flow when time restarted - full flow right inside his trousers. It was going to be a hoot. The anticipation a delight. One, two, three... It was a joy! Time restarted and Mike let out such a silly shriek - really girly. I just loved it. "You OK, Mike?" I said with apparent concern. The simply enormous wet patch at the front of his trousers betrayed he was anything but OK. He had wet himself big time. "Oh dear, that's awkward," I said tucking myself away with great show and staring. "Bit of an accident. Could happen to anyone... I suppose." And then I started to laugh and was still laughing at the wash basin and as I went out of the door. It was sometime before Mike reappeared and everyone looked at him. I had only mentioned it in passing to one person. Just the one. I am not someone to spread unkind stories you know. That is just not me. The fact that Charlie was the most talkative person in the office was not my fault. I had sort of forgotten... What is that old saying - is it from 'Kind Hearts and Coronets?' I don't know - 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' Well it was quite warm for Mike! Naturally the whole affair did nothing to improve relations. Nothing at all. He could not, of course, suspect me as the perpetrator but I had, nonetheless, been there, I had seen the event and clearly I had started the spreading of Mike's ever so embarrassing story. He really had it in for me; which was unfortunate as I had the power to really embarrass him a lot more. Timestopper Begins Ch. 08 Chapter 8 – Emily at home It was fun in the office with the girls and I could certainly see me doing things there again but there was also an attraction in catching them singly at home. For one thing, when alone, I could stop and restart time at will with only the one person to worry about. If she happened to be naked and looking the other way there was no reason why she should not wander around with me watching from the very same room - it meant the back view perhaps, though if I was reasonably inconspicuous or hidden away there were more possibilities and, of course, I could always stop time if she suddenly seemed to spot me - and I would simply not be there! Easy to find where the girls lived, easy to borrow keys - addresses and keys in handbags were easy to examine out of time, though not always easy to decide which key on a ring was which. And easy enough to pop out and have a duplicate made or duplicates of more than one key each before their absence was noted. I had the set as far as I could judge. "I'm just having a quiet evening in." An overheard remark from Emily but helpfully setting the scene - clearly I was not going to be having a quiet evening in but would be out visiting - yes, visiting Emily. I had what I thought was a copy of her door key; but what time to wonder around to her flat? Would 10 o'clock suit? Ten of the clock found me at Emily's flat. A nice little conversion of a large Victorian house, four flats with one to each floor and her key did fit both main door and flat door. Time stopped outside her flat as the key went into the lock and I opened the door. A funny feeling but already I had intruded into the private space without permission of several people - yes the mannequin girl and Cindy next door but, even so, it was still a very new experience. Even though I knew I had stopped time and it could not happen, yet there was still the thought of Emily looking up and asking. "What on Earth are you doing here?" Emily was not in the bedroom, she was not in the bathroom - though the rather damp towels suggested recent use - the excitement of imagining her damp body rubbed by those very towels increased the anticipation. Now where was she? Perhaps not surprisingly of an evening she was in the lounge watching television, rather pleasingly in her dressing gown. Well that was clearly going to make things easier. How easy I did not at first appreciate. It was only as I walked around to the front of the sofa did things become very much clearer - and very surprising. You see your co-workers every day and certainly I had seen Emily's ample cleavage before, indeed has revealed it to myself in the office only a day or two before, but not like this, virtually dropping out of her dressing gown and whilst she sometimes wore quite short skirts I had not seen that far up her thighs before and, importantly, had not seen her do what her hand seemed now to be doing between her thighs - it looked so suspiciously like... I mean, what was she watching on the television to encourage that? My eyes moved and almost left their sockets. Neatly set up on a towel next to her was a range of, well I suppose you could call them implements but sex toys might be more apt. It seemed, no it was quite clear, Emily had a rather impressive collection of dildos and they were lined up in various colours in order of size. Very neatly set out indeed and a jar of lubrication next to them as well. Very organised, very deliberate, very... I was completely taken aback. This I had not expected! To nose around in her bedroom and find perhaps one such item hidden in her knicker drawer would not have come as a surprise but this was, well, surprising. And I might mention some of the items were really rather large - certainly they would put me a little to shame if they had been real (or in the case of one particular dildo, a lot!). What was she watching on the television? I was so intrigued by that question that I did not even touch her: instead I went back around the sofa and stood watching as time restarted. You know how it is sometimes you are in a room and you have this unsettling feeling there is someone behind you. Well, in Emily's case there was! What a delicious little moan from her before her vocalisation was drowned by the not dissimilar moans from the television. How fascinating, Emily was watching a decidedly dodgy film featuring a good deal of unclothed bodies of both sexes and with some very well endowed men. My immediate conclusion was that Emily had a thing for big men - so no point me asking her out then! And by big you will appreciate I mean in the generative organ department and when I write 'big' I mean big. I hardly knew where to look. No I do not mean I was embarrassed but it was a toss between the rather intriguing film and the very real activity going on just below me. The appearance of a wet silver coloured dildo from under Emily's dressing gown did catch my undivided attention though! Carefully laid on the towel and a fresh one picked up, turquoise if you are interested and the next in line of size; below me the gown had opened more and there was Emily's exposed sex. You can imagine how I stared as the turquoise item was brought into position and then inserted. Actually part inserted as I could not quite see what was happening from behind the girl. This was not acceptable. With time once more halted I was around and kneeling at her front in seconds. I had felt her curls in the office, a hand slipped down her panties, but now here it all was in all its magnificent earthy femininity. No shaving, no playing around with nature: dark, profuse curls and big fleshy lips and right in the middle that turquoise rounded plastic object going into her body. Easy to move her hand away, she was not holding the dildo tight, leaving me in control. Simply wow Able to push it in a little way and then pull it out and then push it back in again. I had control! Isn't that just what men want to do with girls! Great fun just playing with the thing, pretending it was a penis, pretending to be doing the motions of intercourse, just pushing it in and out. Just watching it move Emily's sex. And of course with Emily exposed like that so easy to lean in very close, even use my tongue. Yes Emily would not know at all the next day when she spoke to me in the office that I had actually had her clit between my lips, had lapped at her wetness, had tasted her and drawn her feminine scent into my nostrils, had actually had my tongue up inside her! Turquoise dildo out and tongue in! She would not know the next day quite how intimately I knew her. Of course I wanted to watch more of her own dildo work, was happy to put her hand back and step behind the sofa. Down came my zip, out popped the old JT and time restarted. And there was Emily working away at herself in front of me, eyes glued to the scene on the television, completely oblivious that there was a very real and fleshy tumescent penis just behind her head being exercised. It did occur to me that it would be quite something for her if perhaps just at the moment of her orgasm (did she perhaps achieve multiple ones during the course of an evening with her collection of toys?), perhaps just as one of the big lads on the film came on the television, I began shooting my stuff over her shoulder so it landed all warm and unexpected in dollops across her breasts, perhaps down to her pubes or onto her hand. She would no doubt jump out of her skin! That, though, was not my plan; I was happy to watch the turquoise dildo exchanged for the next size and the next. Quite a remarkable thing to watch. There was just two more to go but I could not imagine she could really do either. But yet the red translucent one was set down and the big yellow one picked up. It really was rather big. There was quite a bit of moaning and a whispered, "come on big boy, you can do it." I had my doubts but, presumably, Emily had done this sort of thing before. A long drawn out sigh. She had really done it with something as big, or perhaps bigger than the very impressive lad on the screen. It must have taken both practice and a sloshingly wet sex. It really was time to take another closer look. Well, I was impressed; seeing my colleague spread out like that on the sofa, dressing gown pulled open, those big breasts just there with two really hard nipples, widely spread thighs, that big patch of dark curly hair and sticking out of it this great big yellow object. Emily did not even have her hands on it. Heavily impaled, she was just leaning back with her mouth open staring at the screen. Was she perhaps about to come big time; was she imagining the lad on the screen inside her and about to, as the word goes, 'explode'? It was actually somewhat obscene or certainly gynaecological as I pulled the yellow dildo out. Lovely to do. Lovely to feel it sliding on her wetness. Without time moving her vagina just stayed stretched as if by an invisible dildo, a great big tunnel with room for perhaps two of my size erections side by side! Aesthetically, only so, so: but different! And of course you can guess what I did and yes it went in without touching the sides! Very strange. There I was with my cock inside Emily and there was no stimulation, no touching unless I moved my cock to the sides. All wet and warm, but just not with that clinging feeling you want. All experience to add to my knowledge and all erotic play. I was certainly very happy with my evening. Had I been with a friend perhaps we could have tried... together. Yes all at once... both erections inside together! Of course easy as anything to swop dildos, just pop a me size dildo into Emily, nip around the back of the sofa and let time flow long enough for Emily to close around it. Nice to imagine! It took a few seconds only and I thought, perhaps, in that time she would not notice the loss of bulk. The moaning and hands to her breasts suggested my surmise about orgasm was spot on. Time stopped again and it was so pleasing to see from the front, what a picture of complete abandonment on the part of Emily and still with her mouth open. Well, more of that in due course! Lovely to pull on the less substantial, dark blue in colour if you are interested, dildo and feel it held, a tug and the way lay open. A way that did feel a lot more comfortable for JT, a nice warm, wet and wrapped feeling. You know what I mean! In, out, in, out... in, out - and something else to think about the next day when I met Emily - yes to know I had actually fucked her! A delicious feeling kneeling on the carpet and holding her as my cock moved backwards and forwards, lovely to feel her breasts - that made four hands on them! And there in front of my face was hers, so pretty with those full lips. Very kissable and only right that I did so. But then there was the question of the open lips. Could I do that other thing as I had with Dharini? Pleasant to reinsert the yellow dildo. I knew it would go but what a monster to be pushing at Emily's softness. Wonderful to watch, wonderful to do. The flesh yielded and the big boy slid home again. Easier to engage in oral activity with the trousers off and tossed behind an armchair. Indeed everything off. Up onto the sofa, a little unsteady on the cushions and holding onto the back with one hand I brought myself close to Emily's lips. Just so nice to pause and look at my knob, all shiny and swollen so close to her lips; my cock standing proudly and shining with her very own lubrication; imagine, having desired her so much in the office and now to be able to do this; so erotic and, to add to it, my cock took that very moment to seep a drop of pearly fluid; just the slightest movement and it touched her lips; the sticky fluid now joining us. I pulled gently away and a thin pearly strand joined us - once again good enough for a photograph! A push and I watched as my knob slipped in between Emily's lips. Just such a lovely feeling - and sight - and then to slide further and do the in and out thing again. But what next? What more did I want with Emily or should I just come and leave her be for the evening? There were, after all, many other evenings I could come and spend with her. Even if she was in bed I could creep in with her. It would be interesting feeling around and discovering what I could find. Very possibly a dildo already inserted if still awake or, alternatively, perhaps discarded in or next to the bed if she was not. How pleasant to reinsert it and play before slipping my own equivalent in. Did this girl, whose mouth I was presently inside, have a boyfriend? It seemed unlikely. Presumably she had one or more in the past or was her interest strangely theoretical, an imaginary rather than a real sex life. I was certainly surprised by the film. Taking a look at her video collection would no doubt be educational for a young innocent boy like myself. I could learn from Emily! What to do - how to complete the evening? Tempting to come right there in Emily's mouth but I would miss out on her going for the big one – if she did. Was the monster black thing on the sofa just for show? I decided to watch Emily some more and put off my own conclusion. A retreat around the sofa and time restarted. It is difficult for you to perhaps imagine the scene. There is wonderful, virtually naked, Emily, all big breasts and dark damp curls sprawled on the sofa with a really big yellow dildo in her, staring at a porn film on the video and behind her a completely naked man sporting an OK sized erection and also staring at the film. If Emily had turned around she would have got such a shock - though only the sight of me for a second because I would have instantly stopped time. On the screen the woman riding the big boy cowgirl and then another cock hove into view only to press against the girls bottom and very impressively slip inside before a third man presented his erection for sucking. A long drawn out 'Mmmm.' from Emily as the lad pushed into the actress's bottom. That was interesting - Emily liked that sort of thing as well! Her hand reached for the silver dildo - her intention obvious and time for me to hide myself. She was on the move.. Emily was soon on her knees on the sofa, bottom in the air, yellow dildo still stuffed in the proper place as I watched her apply lubrication and then the silver dildo to her arse. On the screen the lads still at work but my eyes were much more on the silver item as it was pushed in. Of course I was over by her as soon as that happened, out of time, keen to take a closer look and inspect the penetrated bottom. Well, that was something different: moving a dildo not in Emily's vagina but in and out of her bottom. Push, pull and watching the clasping orifice. The girl I knew at the office just looked so different with two dildos sticking out of her. Of course she did! And I could move them both at once - amazing. And I knew what I was going to do – and I am sure you do too! If, as I expected, she started moving up sizes in her bottom then when she got to my size I was going to slide that out and slide myself in. Crikey to know whenever I stared at Emily's bottom as she walked across the office floor that I had not just touched but been - and come - right in there... I would know I had been in her bottom! Was her interest in all this group sex, big boys and anal sex all theoretical or was it something she did for real? Did she want someone to join her for an evening or two of play? Did she want men to join her for play? Nice to watch her as she enjoyed her toys, nice to see Emily move up a size. But she seemed content with that. Her hands now moving both at once as if, like the girl on the screen, she was being dp'd. And then Emily did something which was both sexy and really funny. She picked up the red translucent dildo and popped the bell end in her mouth. What a photograph it would have been. "I have this photograph, Emily..." "What photograph....oh no,,, how could you, how did you..." "It doesn't matter how: what matters is what you are going to do about it." "What do you mean?" "I mean I shall need to do those things with you." "... of course. But why didn't you just ask?" Well, maybe, but the real answer was, most probably, that I would not measure up to her requirements! Not sufficiently well endowed. I reached and pulled and set down Emily's anal bung. Well, how strange, instead of the tightly clenched little brown rosebud there was her 'back passage' frozen open in time, a mysterious dark passage open to my view - did I really want to go where 'the sun don't shine?' It was not something I had done before with anyone but the idea of plugging Emily's lovely round bottom did certainly excite. It was, however, not as opened as much as I had wanted - I was going to have to stretch it a little more! A scoop of lubricant liberally applied to my erection. A need to be careful as, in itself, the application was rather nice - it made it just so slippery in the hand - almost too nice and I nearly splattered Emily's bum! A pause and then I was up behind Emily on the sofa - crikey what excitement I felt kneeling there looking at her bottom hole with my penis just inches away; biting my lip as I moved the knob in closer; My hand at her front, splaying across her pubic hair to hold her, all wiry curls in my palm, and then contact! My knob end nosing at her opened passage, pushing at the crinkly, brown, round, opened sphincter. Three quarters in with no difficulty but then full engagement all around. She had not opened herself to my girth – you will recall I am dark blue size according to Emily's dildo standard. Pressure and then watching the knob slip fully in and disappear. Tight but feasible. Slowly the shaft following on - an amazing sight, seeing my erection simply disappearing into Emily's bottom! Imagine starting time just then! "It's all right Emily, it's just me in your bottom, go on keep sucking that cock and concentrate on what my finger is doing to your clit - yes that's it; come on let's make it one really big orgasm." Well, she could hardly scream with that big dildo in her mouth! I could feel hard yellow plastic on my balls - I was indeed fully imbedded, sharing Emily with a dildo, and began to fuck. It was tight, very tight but all very slippery with the lube - and all so erotic. Crikey, I was in Emily's bottom! I was in the very bottom I had been watching nicely moulded by jeans that very day. I was in my co-worker's bottom – I really was! My orgasm came pretty quickly, my thighs bumping away at her soft bottom, my knob doing its thing deep inside Emily - a lovely drawn out ejaculation - in a place I had not expected to go! The thing was done. I had done really unexpected things with Emily. Would I visit again - well, of course. With my time stop abilities I had way more opportunity for sex than I could really handle. Yes, sex on demand really! No need at all to hurry away. I could kneel there as long as I wanted just savouring what I was doing and what I had done as my penis subsided in Emily's bottom. After a little while I slipped out and pushed the dildo back whence it had come - an even wider channel now, shaped to my own erection diameter. Plenty of room for it! I watched Emily in time for a little longer. She seemed oblivious to what had just been going on in her bottom, her own private naughty games went on to what seemed an excellent orgasm leaving her collapsed on her sofa, still with the dildo sticking up out of her bottom and of course the big yellow one in the proper place! So strange the next day seeing Emily, all cleavage and smiles and be able to think back to how she had been the night before; talk to her and know what I had done with her; know that I knew so many of her little secrets from her sweet little inverted nipple to her penchant for really well hung (as the phrase goes) men to say nothing of her special collection of 'items' and, moreover, the special – and amazing - knowledge that I had fucked her bottom and ejaculated in there! Yeah, the pleasure it gave me to watch her bottom retreating up the office floor and know where I had been. Timestopper Begins Ch. 09 You can imagine it was no different with Amanda. I was just as keen to pop around and see her but did not think it would be quite the same as with Emily. Perhaps catch Amanda in the bath, perhaps in bed but not with a toy collection: much more likely catch her doing something mundane and ordinary like the washing up than something interesting like that. I was actually right about the washing up! Again I knew where she lived. I had all these little details right down to the important matter of the key. Silence naturally reigned as I let myself in. A strange feeling - it was breaking and entering almost. Well, actually I was! A certain thrill of excitement at what I might find. It was not that I was there to steal - though that would have been easy enough; purloining Amanda's virginity might just be on the cards - and I suppose you could see that as stealing. I had no knowledge of her virginity, whether she had a boyfriend, had had boyfriends - or indeed, perhaps, though I doubted it, I might find her with a girl. Such a loss to the men but not to me! Twice the fun really - two rather than one to try for size, so to speak. Amanda was not in the bathroom but in the kitchen and, just as I had imagined, was tidying up the dishes. Two used plates was a good sign - but it might be her mother had come to visit! Probably not of interest to me, then. In later life, well, perhaps that would have been different. Amanda was still dressed in her office clothes, her so straight fair hair falling on her white blouse; I smiled as I looked at the swell of her breasts pushing the cotton forward. I could remember the little pink piggies' noses pointing a little upwards from another time. Below her was a sensible blue skirt just above the knee, tight around her bottom - I looked forward to seeing her little tuft again. Gone though were the high heels but instead slippers - sensible if not so erotic! In the lounge I found not her mother but a young man, dark, tall, bearded and sitting watching the television. This looked promising! It might be her brother but more probably a boyfriend. He did not seem to have any family resemblance. In the hallway an overnight bag and unless he was going to sleep on the sofa there seemed to be only one bed - a double - it all looked really promising. Now where to hide and listen? There are not that many places in most houses and flats actually to hide. Had the kitchen a pantry that would have been good but how many kitchens these days have one of those? I settled for sitting behind an armchair and hoped I would hear anyone approaching. Five minutes of hearing just the television and nothing much else. A bit tedious but then, "Derek, do you want to go and run the bath." Instant interest! The TV switched off and the sound of movement and then taps running. And then from the kitchen, "Derek you idiot, put that away!" Now what was this - what did Derek need to 'put away'? What an amusing sight. Clearly Derek had got a little more ready for the bath than Amanda had expected. He was already undressed! What a sight to see; lovely Amanda almost like she looked in the office but with a completely naked man. What a picture and such a contrast between the two. Amanda so pale and fair haired, so much a woman and so formally clothed: he so dark haired and so hirsute, yes really hairy all over and of course so male; you couldn't miss the big thing hanging between his thighs - well things really - there were, after all, his two balls in their sack as well. A perfect photograph, really, of an almost ordinary scene - but for the nakedness. 'Amanda with revealed male' or some such title in a photography exhibition. Perhaps even better if Derek had been tumescent - OK perhaps not for the photography exhibition. How pleasant would it have been to be invited around as a photographer, posing Amanda (in her high heels), her hand lightly holding Derek's erection and big smiles all around. Really arty shots but so strange. The erotic casualness of the naked male tumescent and the smartly clothed woman. The wonderful contrast between the man and woman. Photographs of banal normality done so abnormally. Derek washing up with just Marigolds on his hands, naked and tumescent: Amanda doing the drying up in her smart office clothes and high heels. Perhaps then being asked to take shots of intercourse itself - perhaps at first shots in the kitchen but then in the bedroom. I would have enjoyed posing - indeed directing them! Trying for arty shots with careful poses. And perhaps later being invited to join in the sex. Unlikely indeed - but a happy thought nonetheless. I say 'unlikely' but I refer to the invitation not to the joining in the sex - I had every intention of doing just that! But quite a picture nonetheless seeing them both frozen in time in the kitchen. Amanda really did look so good in her office clothes - the white blouse and sensible blue skirt and Derek just such a contrast with his height, dark hair and overall hairiness. I loved it. Amanda's delicate fingers holding his penis would have so added to the scene. Well, actually it was easy to arrange - like moving dolls around! Amanda with her fingers lightly placed around his flaccid penis, Amanda holding his whole package in the palm of her hand, Amanda delicately retracting his foreskin, Amanda holding his penis as if he was going to urinate... Quite a bit of fun for me but, oh, for a camera that worked out of time! Setting Amanda back in position I returned to peeking through the crack in the door by the hinges to see what transpired when I restarted time. Clearly Amanda had been referring to Derek's organ as the 'that' in 'put that away.' Despite Amanda's comment they kissed and not just a quick peck on the cheeks and as they kissed Derek's organ began to grow. In that manly way it stirred and lifted itself off his thigh, at first still pointing downwards and then with quick jerks brought itself up first to the horizontal and then upwards to the full stand. The better picture I had sought had just appeared! And it was really nice to see Amanda's slender fingers reach and encircle the organ and gently move the foreskin. Just as I had made her do with the flaccid version. Clearly she was no stranger to it, knew what men - or more particularly, Derek, liked and indeed what I would have very much liked. Yes, for Derek to have been me and Amanda's pretty hand to be gently manipulating my own cock. OK, I am a fair man and would have been just as happy to be sharing her with Derek; kissing her in turns and with one of her hands each on our upright organs as we stood naked in her kitchen. Twice the fun for her you would have thought! So nice to have been manipulated. A lot of kissing and a lot of stroking all with the bath still running. Amanda's breathy voice, "You can if you like." Could what? Lovely to see Amanda reach up inside her skirt and pull down a pair of white frilly panties, all lacy flowers, and drop them on the floor, lovely to see her hop up on one of the kitchen work surfaces. Surely they were not going to it this quickly? But Amanda's legs were spread in invitation, her sex hidden from my view in her skirt but open to Derek and he just walked into her. Clearly Amanda was as wet as anything but all I could see was Derek's hairy bottom rippling as he pushed in and out of her, their mouths once more joined in kissing. Instant fucking! It was clear to me they had forgotten all about the bath - and quite understandably! I had not forgotten about the bath and thought perhaps I should do something about it. Leaving them for a moment I went and turned the taps so they were only just running. The bath really was getting rather full. No doubt the overflow would have saved the day but it would have been a shame if the result was cold water pouring into the bath and I missed Amanda bathing. Back at the kitchen door I watched the proceedings through the crack. All a bit quick and surprising. I had expected a pleasant bath together, perhaps mutual washing and then sex in bed but here were the couple rushing towards a conclusion with one participant still fully clothed and not even her breasts exposed (though of course panties removed not just pulled to one side - there they were discarded a bit untidily on the floor). I could - or had - seen everything of Derek but nothing of Amanda and certainly not the little tuft I had so enjoyed in the office. I was very much looking forward to seeing 'Tufty' in the all-together again. Derek was working away manfully. To me this did not look like a bit of petting, a precursor to full intercourse; this looked like the real thing with every intention of a conclusion - yes, orgasm and the transfer of semen from one participant to the other. Suddenly, "Fuck - the bath." Well, Derek could move fast. One moment banging away the next sprinting across the kitchen in a bathroom direction. Yes, he had just pulled out and run. Funny to see his erection bobbing up and down as he hurried across the kitchen. I stopped time and stepped from behind the door. What a fine specimen of homo erectus! A very intent looking Derek, completely naked and sporting a very respectable erection on the move. I bent down to inspect. It was indeed an item any man would have been pleased to be attached to. The foreskin fully retracted - so indicating it meant business, a fine dark colour to the soft skin of the quite streamlined head and a deep vermillion to the corona and a taut fraenum and, below, a fine pair of dangling balls. Amusing to describe it in such terms but of course what really interested me was the wetness of the whole thing and we all know where that came from! Tempting to touch Derek's penis just to feel that girly lubrication but I could go one better of course - I could touch the source. It was nice and warm in the flat. There really was no need for me to be dressed either and I dumped my clothes in the lounge behind the armchair out of sight. Walking back to the couple, there were now two erections in the kitchen but only one was all slippery with girl lubrication - that was about to change! Derek's was pointing the way to the bathroom but mine was pointing back into the kitchen and Amanda. "Amanda, hallo! Lovely to see you. Thought I'd just pop around to talk about that meeting we have tomorrow, may I make myself comfortable?" I took silence as acquiescence. She did look just so lovely in her white blouse and blue skirt - the very clothes she had been wearing that day in the office. Unlike the office she was sitting up there on a work surface, her fine slim legs open with the skirt slid half way up her thighs and her cheeks looking rather flushed - a delightful contrast with her pale skin. In the office any man seeing her sitting on the work surface in the floor kitchen would have had his eyes drawn to the open legs even if so much was hidden in shadow. But unlike in the office I could do something about that - I could just reach inside the skirt and touch. What a lovely little tuft of hair between my fingers, what a soft mound, what a simply sopping snatch! My fingers had been that way before but not so many. So easy to push them in where Derek had been moments before. What wet fingers they were when they came out! It always amazes me that a fully erect cock can go right inside a girl. I mean that is six inches (or I suppose seven in Derek's case - there it was, frozen in time, on the way to the bathroom) going way up behind her tummy button. And what was more amazing was I was about to do that to my co-worker Amanda. I was indeed going to make myself very comfortable. My penis poked under her skirt doing a little initial exploring, touched wetness and with a little further forward movement just kept going. Yes, I was slipping into Amanda, my much desired colleague - she and I were having sexual intercourse - for real. It was a simply wonderful feeling all hot, wet and slidy. I just pushed until I could go no further - tuft and my own curly hair touching. "Well this is nice," I said to Amanda, "we must do this more often!" And I kissed her on the lips -.I did, after all, really like her! "Now about that meeting..." Just before the kitchen door Derek was racing nowhere fast whilst I took his place inside his girl. In, out, in, out. Such a lovely feeling! So nice that I almost came but it seemed worth waiting and seeing what else transpired. Just like Derek I pulled out and walked across the kitchen. There we were, the two of us naked and erect at the doorway both with moistened cocks gleaming. It was remarkable just how wet and slippery with her lubrication they both were. I do mean really wet! There Amanda was on the worktop all sexy in her workday wear but with her soft slim thighs so open and inviting in a very none workday manner and hidden inside her skirt, so you would only know if you felt, the most wonderfully wet snatch. In a sort of matey fashion I gave his wet cock a slap with my own. Two men sharing one woman. Was that at all gay? It struck me, rather, as incredibly matey. Hiding again I watched Derek hurry to the bathroom and then return with his bounding cock. I barely waited for him to be through the kitchen door before I was hurrying back to my position at the kitchen door and was just in time for me to watch him push into Amanda again - back where neither of them knew I had been just moments before! "It was all right, not overflowing." Not like Amanda, I thought... The conclusion was not long in coming. Rigorous work from Derek, the two of them clamped mouth to mouth, sex to sex, and then the regulation tightening of the male buttocks - that was all I could really see - as presumably his cock shot wads of his stuff into Amanda. None of that pulling out, spraying on the girl you see in the porn films - that would certainly have made a mess of Amanda's work clothes. No, all released properly inside Amanda's body; no doubt adding significantly to the overall liquidity of her sex. Did she come? I did not think so but these things are not always easy for the casual observer to detect, even the (then becoming) experienced observer like myself! A disconnection of the participants both orally and genitally; Amanda hopping off the work surface and smoothing down her skirt and getting on with what she had been doing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened; Derek helping her but his softening penis betraying what he had just been doing - a dampness to his dark curls, a wet, floppy penis with a certain creaminess to the end, indeed a slight drooling from its little mouth. Considering what had just been going on it was such a contrast to see Amanda snap on the Marigold's and get on with the washing up with Derek, all naked, doing the drying. Again I so missed the camera. What a strange domestic scene! Almost as I had imagined for my erotic photography. The washing up done, Amanda, still looking so smart in her white blouse and blue skirt, turned to her boyfriend and gave him a big kiss, "Bath time and..." She dropped to a squatting position with her face right at Derek's cock and lifted it with one Marigold covered hand and looked at it all wet and sticky; she peeled back the wrinkled skin exposing the glans and stared at it, "this better be hard by the time we get to bed or there will be big trouble. I want to be well and truly fucked." Again such a wish for a camera, the Marigolds just adding a strange almost fetish like atmosphere to the scene and then Amanda's lips moved and she took the limp penis into her mouth, her eyes closed and she looked really content sucking away. Wasn't I the lucky one to see Amanda from the office doing that! Amanda stood again and I stopped time just to take another look at her in her classic office form - all straight, neat hair, smart clothes and that so amused smile - but, unlike the office, well I presumed unlike in the office, she had no panties on and, again, presumably unlike the office she was as wet as could be down below. This was Amanda with a flush to her cheeks, a turned on Amanda wanting to be 'well and truly fucked.' Well if Derek could not do it - and I could not see how he could do that so quickly then I was prepared to oblige! As I have written before, how nice it would be to be called around by a neighbouring young couple, and Derek and Amanda would certainly fit the bill, to help out if the man came too soon (as men will). A breathless phone call, "are your balls full?" Affirmative. "Then bring them round now!" The girl's eyes lighting up at the sight of my firm erection, the man shaking my hand in welcome but with his own cock hanging flaccid and spent. A proper job for Time Stop Man helping out though not actually needing his special power just his special prick! Once more my hand slid up Amanda's smooth thigh. How nice to be feeling up a young girl's skirt but what was this? My hand touched a certain stickiness running down her thigh. Again, an erotic image for the office. There is the pretty young graduate you so admire walking up the office in her tight but modest, just above the knee, skirt, and yet what you cannot see is the semen slowly running down her soft inner thighs. She knows it is there, is very conscious of it trickling. Perhaps it reminds her of just how good sex was in bed that morning or perhaps how naughty she has just been with the boss! Would you not just love to take her somewhere private and make that stickiness just that little bit stickier and the girl just a little bit runnier, yes, getting yourself stuck in between those thighs! Nice to touch Amanda's sex again, push my fingers into even more sopping wetness than before; very tempting to push my cock in and finish what I had begun before and leave her really flowing - perhaps even dripping - a pattering on the lino as she walked! But I was interested by bath time and Amanda's clear expectation of more intercourse. I could wait in erect anticipation! Back behind the armchair I waited for them to move to the bathroom. Nice to see them both in the water together. Nice once more to see Amanda naked, the hot water giving a pretty pink tinge to her skin and those wonderful pink piggy noses bobbing around in the rather full bath. Amanda up the plug end and them sitting facing each other with legs alternating and one of Derek's feet nestled up against Amanda's sex. Was he perhaps wriggling his toes? I couldn't see the soap so helpfully I felt about for it but despite careful examination I could not find it under Amanda's pudenda. Perhaps Derek was sitting on it but, funnily enough, I did not really want to feel there! Perhaps they would find it if I left them to it. Whilst the merry splashing and conversation went on I wandered around the lounge a bit and had a nose in the bedroom. What a nice collection of lingerie in Amanda's knicker drawer! Back at the bathroom mutual washing was well underway. Nice to see Amanda on her knees washing her boyfriend and his soapy hands on her pretty breasts. It is very important to soap and wash breasts for some reason... much more important than backs. I helped out with the task having stopped time once more. A second pair of soapy hands wandering over her bosom. Leaving Derek in charge of them I moved to her lovely bottom. Such smooth skin and so pleasing to the touch and, of course, bottom holes certainly need washing and I was more than happy to slide soapy fingers down the divide of her buttocks and feel her fundament, her little rubbery orifice. Nice to rub soapily around that. Should I? Well, why not? I had been in Emily's bottom after all - such activity was becoming almost normal behaviour! A little push with a soapy, slippery finger and in I went. So nice to look at, Amanda's pink round bum with my finger stuck up her bottom hole. Again one for the office; every time I saw her skirt clad bottom walking up the office and, like the other men, I did rather tend to watch that, I would know that I had had my finger up it! Of course one idea leads to another - yes that idea - but perhaps there might be another and better time to attempt anal intercourse. She was certainly, unlike Emily, not all ready for that. Did she even like it? Did Derek sometimes plug her other hole? It would be fun to watch. Timestopper Begins Ch. 09 Having the power of stopping time is fantastic but the ability to be invisible within time would have been a bonus. I should not be greedy though! Timestop does give a semblance of invisibility because I can stop time and move before someone has quite registered I am there. But it would have been a lot easier if I could just have sat on the bathroom chair, gently stroking myself, whilst they finished washing; I could have been with them as they walked to the bedroom and then watched anything that followed standing right by the bed - assuming they left a light on. Instead I had to hide whilst they were moving, peeping through cracks in doors and the like. Amazing though to see, from my place of concealment, Derek being lead by Amanda to the bedroom with her hand on his returned erection. His refractory period must be quite out of the ordinary. Few men could manage an erection so quickly. Clearly Amanda had had no real worry on that score letting him have a little play in the kitchen before she got down to the real work later in bed. Nice that the bedside light was left on. Nice that the covers were thrown back. Nice that I could watch through the crack in the door. Nice to see them slip into the 69 position with Amanda on top. Nice to stop time and join them on the bed and see in close up Amanda's pretty lips wrapped around Derek's cock. Nice to see just where his tongue was! It was all very... err, nice. Good to see them move to intercourse. It was time again to join them on the bed and examine in detail. I had never handled another guy's hard cock before - yes I had touched Carson's but not actually moved it or really handled it. Derek's was quite impressive - yes I think Emily would have found it interesting! Doggy style intercourse so his equipment was very exposed. Underneath Amanda I could examine the connection in close up and detail. See all her little folds and crevices and pushed a little way into her, Derek's cock. It had been further in but was in the process of being pulled backwards before plunged into her again in that typical way of intercourse. There it was, with a sheen of Amanda's lubrication, all veiny and hard and below it, no doubt swinging when time flowed, his balls in their wrinkled sack. Three fingers curled around the top of Derek's cock, a sharp tug and out it came, the knob sliding and squashing against Amanda's clit. Not sure if it was all a bit gay but I did like poking Derek's cock in and out of the Amanda! It was like playing with a girl using a remarkably realistic dildo - yes a bit like being with Emily. That had not been gay: so surely nor was using the real thing? I mean don't we all like to watch the porn clips with the guy ramming the girl? We like to see it go in all hard and watch it come out all soft and gooey and know it's done its thing. Well this was one better - I could put it in myself and pull it out again and push it back in. Like watching the film and actually feeling the participants as well. A change of position. Amanda on top, riding cowgirl. A pleasing thing to see through the crack in the door. The girl stroking her own breasts as she rode. Pleasing to watch for a time, all so interesting. Again time stopped and in the silence I re-entered the bedroom. Amanda was just rising up the pole; Derek's erection mostly revealed, wet and shiny. Once again I reached and grasped the quite slippery shaft and pulled, a slight bending and out it came. So strange to be handling another guy's cock; and then I slid it back along Amanda's sex and popped the head back in. Yes, so like a very realistic dildo! I could push her down on it and pull her up again. There she was leaning over him, her pretty round bottom in the air and her little pointy breasts hanging, the two of them joined by the inserted penis and of course a little way to the front of the joining her delightful little tuft. With her bottom in the air and her little brown wrinkled hole exposed once more the thought of anal intercourse came back to me. How surprised she would be to find herself not just with Derek's cock in her but me behind her in the other place! Well, too much of a surprise perhaps but there was no reason why I could not pull out Derek's cock, get up on the bed and bend over Amanda's back and slip into the conventional place. No reason at all not to do that. Not an easy thing to do without moving Derek whilst he had been taking her doggy fashion but cowgirl fashion is really so ready-made for two male participants! It had been lovely with Amanda on the worktop and it was now super taking her doggy fashion. Derek's cock pulled out down below and me on her back kneeling and coming in from behind. So nice to be banging away and so prolonging the fun by being able to stop just before the crisis, pick up Derek's erection. pop it back in and stand outside the door and listen back in time whilst they carried on with their love making completely unaware of the strange interruption of another man coming in and doing some fucking as well. And then doing exactly the same thing again once more. Stopping time and getting up behind Amanda and looking again at her lovely bottom, the wrinkled brown hole and her plugged sex. I even tried pushing in alongside Derek - yeah two cocks in the one hole! Not possible at all but the idea very erotic but, alas, it would not go in at all: true double penetration - the difficult one. Instead I had to pull Derek out to permit my own egress. Of course it was really all too nice being in Amanda, feeling her hot, wet vagina all slippery on my cock and it was only so long before I finally had to let go and feel the wonderful sensation of my glands releasing all that stuff into her as jet by jet it came. Amusing after a few moments to pull out and, with a big grin on my face, pick up Derek's slippery erection and bung Amanda with it to stop my stuff slipping out when time restarted. What a strange thing to be doing! Another man's cock as a bung to hold your semen within a woman! Standing, trying not to drip on the carpet, outside their door, I listened to them reaching a climax. First Amanda, being very vocal indeed and then Derek managing his second of the evening. I was really impressed with his ability. I did rather wonder how long before he could get it up again for a third time. The whispered 'goodnight' suggested there was going to be nothing more that evening and, unless I wished to sleep on the sofa and await any early morning activity, it was perhaps best if I made my way home. I could of course 'come' and visit Amanda again another day. So I left them. Amanda quite unaware that two men, not just the one, had 'loaded her' that evening: I, on the other hand, would be very aware of that the next day. Timestopper Begins Ch. 10 Chapter 10 - Dharini at home I had already found it amusing joining Cindy and her husband, Carson, in bed - it had been fun watching them and now I had seen and felt Amanda and Derek at play and been able to join in with them and 'do things'. I had been around to Emily's and seen her interesting little hobby and been able to play with her. It seemed only sensible to complete the set and join Dharini at home. It would be nice to play the banana again! Once more the strange feeling of letting myself into somebody else's place. Difficult, actually, to know when to turn up. Tiresome to arrive too early and a shame to arrive after the girl had gone to sleep - though, as you can appreciate, not all would be lost! Again I had timed it right. Just right in fact. Not bath time, and I had rather looked forward to bath time with the girl I have described as the sultry beauty of the office, but it was certainly shower time. A very nice bathroom indeed and with its own shower cubicle: not one of those over the bath affairs. Quite a roomy cubicle in fact and already with two occupants – perhaps there would be room for a third! There they were, Dharini and her husband, showering together. Delectable Dharini, and not only could I be impressed again with her lovely round breasts and almost black nipples but I could see entire through the steam - her ample hips and patch of black blue hair. Her coffee brown skin was such a lovely colour and shining with the water of the shower. To be fair her husband's skin was just as lovely in colour and he had almost black nipples as well and, indeed, a patch of black blue hair as well - but all of that did not interest me half as much! Dharini had that lovely curvy female figure with the trim waist and strong swell of the hips that I so admired. Such a lovely bottom and all just so desirable. I did not want my clothes to get wet so, hiding them away, I joined the pair naked in the shower. Lovely to let my hands roam over Dharini's wet body, lovely to hold her round breasts and feel her super black nipples in the palms of my hands. Lovely to touch her elsewhere. All a bit of a squeeze in the shower really and you know what happens when you are in the shower with a pretty girl and are feeling her all over. Yes, you get an erection and that does tend to poke around a bit and want its own space. It was easiest to just tuck it away out of sight between Dharini's thighs. A place which seemed almost made for it! I was a bit surprised her husband had not done just that but, strangely, mine was the only erection in the shower cubicle. Hopefully I had not missed anything. I was rather looking forward to seeing Dharini engaged in sex and, for my own purposes, would like her made wet and ready for me to penetrate. Come on, man, why are you not doing your conjugal duty – get it up! Fun for a time being in the shower with the couple but I needed things to move on. Odd to be walking actually in time around their house with one ear to the sound of the shower; odd to be exploring a strange house; even odder to be doing it naked; odd to catch sight of myself in the bedroom mirror as I looked around- naked and half erect! That would certainly make Dharini scream if she walked in and saw her colleague not only in her bedroom but like that! There was a risk that rather than engage in sexual play the couple would just go to sleep but when I stopped time and re-entered the bathroom, a little while after the sound of the shower had ceased, I thought this was somewhat unlikely. Dharini's husband may have been all flaccid in the shower but he was not any more. A very respectable stand - what I could see of it - and how nice to see Dharini kneeling on the bathroom carpet with her husband's cock deep in her mouth. I knew how nice that was - after all I had done just that in the office only a few days before! But nice as it was to see the tableau: could I watch the movement? Was there somewhere I could hide and watch? The shower cubicle afforded no cover, there was no airing cupboard to slip into and the door was not positioned, as Amanda's had been – things are not always easy for a timestopper - so I could look through the crack. Perhaps, I thought, if I stood just where I was then as he was not looking that way and her eyes seemed closed I would probably be OK. Would I be visible to him in the mirror? A risk, yes quite a risk to be standing naked in somebody else's bathroom and watching what they were doing. But so good to just let time flow and be able to watch Dharini's pretty lips sliding down Aja's erection - and she was certainly taking a lot of it in! I only risked watching for a few seconds before retreating out of time from the bathroom. It was probably just as well because almost immediately came the sound of gagging. Well, that would have opened her eyes! Deep throating sounds a good idea; so sexual for the man to be going so far into his wife or girlfriend's mouth and, I expect, for the woman rather good as well, but throats do not like to be blocked! I rather suppose, for a woman, it must be really nice sucking on a penis, having that sexual object of interest up close and being able to do something so near in nature to the normal sexual act. I mean I like sticking my tongue in a woman 'down there' instead of my cock but it is not six inches long (now would that not be fun if it was - ladies!) Yes, deep throating sounds a good idea but the gag reflex just kicks in unless you have really trained yourself. I waited a few moments and then took another peek. The fellatio had not stopped and she was well down on him again. It seemed either he insisted on this or else she rather liked it. It was not something I could exactly ask them! It also occurred to me that if she was trying to take him in deeply this was the perfect opportunity for a time stopper. After all out of time her gag reflex would be missing. Yes, I could probably do what he could not! Gently I lifted Dharini off her husband's spittle coated cock and turned her carefully to me and my erection. Funny to see her like that again; with her mouth in such an 'o' shape - she really did look a little like those awful inflatable dolls but, of course, much, much better! In fact, no comparison. Marvellous to present myself. Wonderful to watch and feel my cock again entering Dharini's mouth. Amazing to watch just how far my cock was going in – feeding it in further than I had seen her husband go - I could feel the back of her throat. If this was in time she would be gagging big time but not now. A bit further. Was that her tonsils caressing my knob? A bit further and, well, I had no more length to go! You would not push a banana that far for fear of it breaking off! But there was no risk of that, there had been nothing to stop me, nothing to stop me literally pushing my cock past her tonsils. You know how it is with the girlfriend. You want to see if 'deep throat' is possible but she starts gagging. To be fair, so would you if you had some bloke's cock that far down your throat, imagine it, his knob tickling your tonsils - so be reasonable. Until you've tried it don't complain! Amazing - my balls were knocking against her chin! I had almost certainly boldly gone where no man had been before... Remarkable to look down and see Dharini deep throating me like that. Had I re-started time she would have been choking which not only would not have been fair but I think her displaced husband might have been just a little bit annoyed as well. I pulled slowly out watching my pale pink erection slipping past her lovely dark brown lips. There I was standing, once more, with another man and both of us sporting proud erections - and wet erections to boot. Unlike with Derek they were not wet from a vagina but wet from a girl's mouth. Well, perhaps we might try the other wetness together later! How nice to be doing this in real time. Taking it in turns to enter Dharini's mouth. "No, after you!" Back I slid again, loving both sight and feel; marvellous to just keep travelling and again bump my balls against Dharini's chin. Right in and then out again. This went on more than a few times before, carefully, I eased Dharini's mouth back onto her husband's erection but not, for him, too far. Quite nice placing her actually. From my listening post outside the bathroom it seemed my little exercise in really deep throat had not upset Dharini in any way. There was no sound of choking or gagging. Well, not for a minute or so and that was clearly not the result of my erection going too far but someone else's! It had been quite something seeing myself that far into Dharini's mouth. When I saw her in the office I would be able to recall my balls resting on her chin! Just like at Amanda and Derek's I found myself sitting naked in an armchair waiting for the couple to go to bed and for it to be my turn to fuck. Amusing to find myself, a short time later, standing just outside their bedroom door, almost as if in a queue, listening to the sounds of love making and feeling myself rising again. There they were in bed with absolutely no idea there was a naked man complete with erection waiting to join them – and particularly join with Dharini. So strange getting in under the duvet with them. How cosy! Nice to let my hands wander in the dark, hands wandering over Dharini's fine breasts, hands wandering over her just so smooth bottom which happened to be facing towards me, hands slipping around to smooth thighs. Yes, the wonderful softness of women's thighs! To feel my penis straining with interest as my fingers wandered. Her thighs were not exactly together and that afforded me considerable access. The delight of finding dampness, yes wetness, on her thighs not simply around her sex. Isn't that a wonderful thing when a woman is so excited her lubrication overflows and runs down her thighs? I love that! My fingers played in the warm slippery wetness on her thighs and I was not even touching her sex yet! I had not reached her sexual hair and had not yet let my fingers dip into her sexual pool. Not yet penetration. Her husband's penis had not yet pushed into her I found his fingers there, clearly playing with her lips and other soft flesh. A couple of his fingers were in her and one of mine joined his. That must be nice for a girl - having more than one man play with her at once – different fingers in her. Some girls apparently can even relax enough to admit two penises in the vagina at the same time - a proper penetration. Well, you could not get more matey than that with your best friend: not just making love to the same girl sequentially, or indeed pushing your fingers in at the same time with his, but actually entering her at the same time; imagine positioning yourselves; the girl holding both cocks tightly together before stuffing herself with them - she would certainly feel full! How would this be done? Perhaps one beneath and one coming at her doggy fashion. Or perhaps lying at opposite ends of the bed with your legs draped over your friend's so you could bring your erections together, balls to balls and the girl then let herself down cowboy fashion on the twin cocks, holding them tightly together. Knobs squashed tightly together to enable ingress. So much slippery lubrication applied. The woman so worked up and keen to achieve the seeming impossible. And it happens! The knobs are in and the twin shafts are following. Such a confusing feeling as you felt his balls against your own, his hardness against your own yet both caressed by the soft wetness of a woman. What a shared experience to look back on over a pint in the future! "Hey Bill, do you remember when..." Nice to be feeling Dharini together with her husband. Following her arm to her hand it was easy to feel she was doing just the same with him. There were her fingers curled around his erection. She was certainly ready for intercourse and it seemed to me that, if he was perhaps not quite ready to slip in, there was no reason why I should not start the proceedings. Possibly I could have slipped in with his fingers still embedded but more pleasing to move him out and give my knob easy access. And delightful it was to slip in and enjoy a few strokes. Let's be honest it is not just sexual but it is so comfortable as well. Such a warm, velvety glove to slip on your old JT. Nice just to feel being there even without moving. Tempting to stay under the duvet whilst they resumed play but a bit risky. Too easy for a hand to touch me and cause commotion! The more so if I stayed embedded – just a bit! Aja finding his hand displaced and returning it to his wife's sex, but what is this – a stranger's cock inserted! Commotion big time! But easy enough to slip out of bed in the dark and lie on the floor in the dark listening and, indeed, once the bed started creaking I was back in again feeling around out of time. Yes good old missionary style intercourse with the man on top and properly embedded - yes nice to feel if not see the connection – a strong cock in a wet vagina. With the two of them one side of the bed it was just about safe to let time flow and lie there next to them, ever so still and quiet as the bed bounced up and down beside me. So nice if I had been there by permission. What would it really be like? It would, I am sure have been marvellous. Husband first go, visitor second; to have felt Dharini's slim hand holding my erection and moving it a little as her husband fucked her. Nice for her to have a second penis to play with I am sure – certainly nice for me to be manipulated. And then Aja rolling off and them both kindly inviting me to 'have a go.' Each man taking it in turns to penetrate and bring ourselves almost to coming. Hopefully in the midst of all the fucking and swopping delectable Dharini would moan and come – perhaps more than once. Finally the twin ejaculations – perhaps first Aja and then me - mixing in a friendly fashion within the wife.. Nice to hear them building up, nice to hear Dharini making girly orgasm noises and then her husband grunting as clearly he did the manly thing. A careful retreat by me out of time from the bed so he did not roll off Dharini onto me having finished - that would have surprised him! And of course a further quick stopping of time again after he rolled off to ensure Dharini was still wide open for me. Just so easy with her thighs still apart. Lovely to take the husband's place, clambering over him and settling myself down on those wet splayed thighs and sliding myself so easily into her very lubricated hole. Just fantastic in their warm cosy bed. Slap, slap, slap went my balls as I prepared to do my cuckoo thing. Lovely to feel all the hot, wet softness caressing me; lovely to know I could just release when I wanted to; lovely to hold those breasts - yes lovely to be fucking delectable Dharini in the dark of her marital bed. Hot wet and sticky! All good things come to an end and of course I had delayed coming quite a bit that evening already. It was not delayed much longer! Such pleasure as I spurted into delectable Dharini. Nice just lying there panting as I subsided; there I was in her now ever so gooey wet nest – oh yes, I could feel that all right and then feeling myself just falling out! Funny to think I would be seeing Dharini at work the next day and she would have no idea at all just what she and I had been doing the night before. It was time to go and leave Dharini to close her thighs and roll over to sleep. To sleep with that warm afterglow of girly orgasm knowing between her thighs her husband had done his thing - but not knowing a cuckoo had also slipped silently in and done his special thing as well. It amused me, sitting there in the office the next day, to know and to know that they did not have an inkling that I had actually fucked every single one of the pretty ones, I had seen them all naked, knew many of their little secrets and my cock had been in every one of their vaginas - indeed had come inside both Amanda and Dharini's - and very likely might do the same again very soon! I had a whole collection of girls I could visit and enjoy without them knowing. Yes, from Cindy next door - how convenient - to all the others around town. I was, however being paid to work: not think about sex. I had, after all, got in a bit late that morning. Well, you see, I had stayed at home until Carson was leaving next door and had been around helping Cindy with her over full breasts and one thing had lead to another... I was actually thinking an awful lot about sex every day. Timestopper Begins Ch. 11 Office parties can be fun or a bit of chore: they can also be very amusing. It had not been in my planning at all but Mike was just such a pain and when the opportunity presented itself, well it just seemed to be so perfect. But I get ahead of myself. I had noticed Mike's absence later on at the party and that he seemed to have disappeared at the same time as Mary Sandford. Now I had had my suspicions but she was, after all, married and with young children. Yes, older than me and Mike but certainly good looking. I found them, having stopped time, in the filing room - that cliché of the office party - and they were not just discussing a case. His hand inside her bra, one breast revealed and another hand up her skirt; his fly open and his cock in her hand. None of my business really what they did. After all I was not exactly one to talk about morals and not playing with married women. I had been watching Dharini a lot that very evening and thinking, well, just thinking. Actually I had also been watching 'Tufty,' I mean Amanda, a lot as well that evening and thinking her tuft and I should get reacquainted. The idea came idly at first, merely as an amusing image but the thought grew and seemed to take on a life of its own. I have some experience of undressing girls but not men - other than myself. Quite a bother really but after some work I had him as I wanted; tiresome, no, let's be honest, bully Mike naked and, importantly, fully erect in the filing room. Not easy carrying Mike - he was certainly quite a weight - into the party and setting him up naked and erect in the middle of the dance floor but everyone's reaction and particularly his was a hoot when time restarted. Sweet revenge. Nobody likes being laughed at but his face was such a picture as the whole party pointed and just creased up. It was not that his cock was small: it was just that seeing him like that in so the wrong situation was just too hilarious. Naked, erect and with a pretty ribbon tied as a bow on the end - quite tightly actually, I had seen to that - was just such a sight! Well the erection was already going as he ran back to the filing room to Mary who would, no doubt, be completely at a loss to account for his disappearance. I don't know if they completed what they had been planning on doing. Certainly I did not see Mike again that night! Perhaps I should have given him and Mary a bit longer and waited until they were at it so I could have presented him wet as well on the dance floor and enjoyed Mary in his stead back in the filing room. But it was Amanda I was thinking of and it was Amanda and Derek I went home with - not that they realised, of course, anymore than they knew I joined them in the flat and the bedroom. And joined with Amanda of course! Amanda was too tired for sex - which was a shame perhaps for her boyfriend but not really for me! Derek cannot have been too frustrated in reality. Not for him a quiet little wank after Amanda had dropped off. No, he was asleep pretty much as his head touched the pillow and it was about the same for her. It could have been quite amusing. Derek frozen in time with his hand on his erection. Me sneaking in and fucking Amanda and then him carrying on with his wank completely unaware that his girlfriend asleep beside him has just been fucked! Even funnier perhaps to have stopped time just at the moment of his ejaculation and me fucking his girlfriend with him next to me with his semen in the air! All assuming there was enough light to see the event, of course. With them sound asleep it was easy enough to turn the bedside light on before stopping time. I don't know about you, assuming you are male of course, but I like the feel of my genitalia out in the open: swinging free so to speak. Walking naked across to Amanda in her bedroom I felt particularly conscious of it all, not that it was swinging - it hardly was going to do that in the aroused state - but it just felt so weighty, swollen and manly. I had a need and Amanda could help. I peeled back the sheets and looked down at their naked bodies. Very nice, even nicer to have seen them engaged in sex, of course. Perhaps I should try that with a couple: find them asleep and wait for the man to have an erection. Well, it happens during the night quite a few times apparently and not just when you wake up. And put the couple together - probably using some lube - and see what happens. Of course neither might wake up and nothing happen but it might lead seamlessly to full intercourse or both being completely surprised. "What do you think you are doing?" "I don't know, I must have been dreaming." "A bit more than dreaming!" OR the man waking up and just carrying on: but what if just the woman woke up and the man was a heavy sleeper and what if she liked it. Imagine that, she turning him over onto his back and she fucking him and him fast asleep - perhaps even getting him to cum asleep - a wet dream. Presumably possible. Interesting research for me - Time Stop Man! Could I write up the experiment for some journal? Anyway there were Amanda and Derek and he was not tumescent - rather he was out for the count and Amanda was clearly no more awake than he. It was of course 'Tufty' I was looking the more at. Derek's body was fine enough if you like that sort of thing and certainly you would not call his bottom flabby or his penis and balls small but whilst I am sure his bottom hole did not look any different to Emily's really it was so much more interesting to look at Amanda! What a sight! Enough to make me want to wank and come just looking at her; my ejaculation splashing onto those so pale nipples that, even in repose, looked like the upturned noses of little piggies eager to play, her nearly hairless young girl cleft with just that tuft of fair hair growing from the slit. Quite wonderful and tempting, actually, to get some scissors and cut it off and take it home with me leaving her completely naked (Hmmm, collecting pubic hair now that would be an unusual hobby. Carefully sticking it in a big leather bound book with a neatly written account of the date, location and circumstances of the collection. Decidedly kinky and odd). Tempting but no. I looked and admired. Her pretty smooth young limbs and her lovely face all in repose with her eyes shut, her long straight fair hair cascaded around the pillow. I stood just staring and wanking gently - well wouldn't you? Lovely to reach with no risk of objection; no risk of Amanda waking or anything out of time; lovely to touch those pale little nipples and then to nibble and pull. None of which did anything for the weighty feeling at my thighs! "I am sorry Miss Close but I need to inspect your vulva; when did you last use it; yes I do mean when did you last engage in sexual intercourse? We do need to know this for our files. And was it with this young man? Did he make you come? It is very important for young ladies to be regularly exercised and have plentiful orgasms. He didn't? That is not good: but I suppose he did come himself? Yes, I thought so. Well, we shall see what I can do. Yes, Miss Close, I do mean that! Please open your thighs as if readying yourself for intercourse. Because that is what we need to do." So fun being able to play act with Amanda's unresisting body. So nice to separate Amanda's thighs and take another look at her sweet pudenda, so pink and hairless, not with the swelling of lips that I had seen the other day but the labia major all closed and protecting, just a little poking through of inner lips up around her clitoris - so sweet to see that poking out. Well, all this would not do. My hand reached for some suitable cream. Amanda needed oiling up ready for what I was about to do. A little more spreading of the thighs and I set to work. "You do realise Miss Close how important it is to be prepared properly for intercourse. If your boyfriend rushes too much then perhaps you need assistance - manual assistance with a special lubricating cream. I have some to hand. It is sometimes nicer to have a girlfriend undertaking the preparation as she will know so much more what is right - but do call me any time to help. Of course, I shall need release as well..." It amused me talking as I gently made Amanda pleasantly slippery. Fun to have such egress for my fingers. Gently pulling open her lips and applying the cream so intimately; a general stroking on of the cream and then a dollop right on her entrance and a massaging finger slipping in. Did I dare do it in time with Derek asleep beside her? How 'under' was she? Would she moan with pleasure or clamp her legs shut with a sleepy, "No." With time stopped there was, of course, no movement at all and I could just do as I wished even making Amanda's nipples slippery with the cream. Such deliciously pale little areolae with small almost man sized nipples - yes, Derek's were no smaller really but his areolae much darker. How ridiculous for men to have vestigial nipples and how much more interesting the woman's Usually, of course, of larger size and, also, pleasingly surmounting such beautifully shaped and proportioned mounds. I had done enough lubricating with cream; it seemed it was now the moment, as Derek did not seem to be doing anything about it, to do the further manly lubricating thing myself. Nice kneeling between her thighs looking at her pretty and very exposed sex, complete with that little dark entrance - the one I was about to stretch. And the thing which was going to do the stretching was looking very swollen indeed and hanging over Amanda's pudenda with very obvious intent! Yes, the shiny knob exposed, the long shaft (OK longish) firm and venose and beneath it all the hanging scrotum and twin reservoirs. I was ready. Delicious feeling moving in and onto Amanda in missionary style, my weight on her, her lovely soft skin against my own, her breasts against me and my penis touching her intimate soft skin. A careful adjustment of hips and I was poised with the very end of my cock just pushing at the opening - yes, my own little opening pointing inwards at her opening and ready to deliver its stream of semen - but not yet! "Are you ready, Amanda. This is necessary. It won't hurt at all." The lubricating cream was sufficient: I pushed and slid forward feeling Amanda opening just for me. Once again I was fucking Amanda, and yet again with Derek beside us. It was lovely, but did I dare do the starting time thing - just how asleep was she? Of course I did, of course I tried just to see. I was getting more and more into risk taking but, to be fair, the risk was minimal as I could easily stop time again if she woke up: but she did not! Amanda stayed fast asleep. She did not wake at all but there did seem to be at least some recognition she was engaged in coitus, some pushing against me. But it was certainly good to feel some animation, a heartbeat against me, a movement of muscles, her chest rising and falling with breath. And so I came in real time. I really did! Amanda Close and me fucking in real time, fucking in her bed as if we were lovers. My knob releasing its stuff in wonderful spurts inside Amanda whilst she was not time frozen - lovely! Real, real intercourse with the lovely office graduate! Would she notice in the morning, would she think Derek had been really rather naughty and fucked her whilst she slept; that she had been too tired or too overcome with wine to notice what he had been doing? Might there not be a bit of a row in the morning perhaps then made up and good relations cemented with that old balm - sexual intercourse? Derek's ejaculation joining mine of the night before. I wondered if I should stay the night and find out in the morning but did I really need to care? I had enjoyed the sex and did not have to worry about the consequences. Nobody said a word about Mike's 'exhibition' on Monday when they came in. Not a thing but they certainly looked at him strangely. Was he quiet? Was he! He was quiet for days. Somehow he seemed to suspect I had something to do with it and he was not at all nice with me. When he could be unpleasant he was. It was unwise on his part. Very unwise. I watch and wait. What somewhat surprised me some days later was discovering Mike actually had a girlfriend particularly after the Mary episode. Still, nothing seemed to have come of that - perhaps I had prevented an inappropriate office romance - certainly after the party she seemed to keep her distance from him and very wise, I thought that too. Perhaps TSM had done some good there once more and saved Mary from disappointment, upset and sadness. It was attractive to see myself as a hero and not a rather dodgy character on the sideline watching girls with bad intent. Anyway Mike's girl was actually rather nice. Remarkable I thought! Not what I would have expected with Mike. So nice, not just in a personality and attitude way but in a pretty way as well. And with that it occurred to me it would be rather pleasing if I had the opportunity of seeing her without clothes and running my hands and perhaps other parts over - or in - her no doubt attractive body. I was developing a strong interest in the female form you see... So, once again, I had to engage in the clandestine detective work of finding where they lived (separately) and make the choice of seeing her on her own, but probably not at all ready for sex - it was all so much easier if the girl was suitably moist and unclothed you see - or catch them engaged in sexual activity and insert myself in a pleasing way, if you see what I mean, at a convenient opportunity. What I had not expected was quite how convenient it all proved. I mean you do not expect to find the girl quite so well 'prepared.' It was her own flat, not Mike's, and there she was not just sort of ready for intercourse but actually tied up and blindfolded on the bed. Yes really! I just walked in out of time and there she was, yes, naked as the day she was born, wrists tied to the top of the bed and unable to see due to a blindfold. Is it not funny the games people play? There with her was Mike as naked as at the office party and as erect - still not very impressive - playing with her breasts. Clearly I had interrupted - no come across - some quite kinky game. Easy enough to squeeze in among the frocks and things in the wardrobe and watch. Well, Mike was certainly having a grand old time sucking and playing with his girl's breasts. Big wobbly mounds of fun would be a reasonable description and she seemed to particularly like him rubbing her nipples together "Yes Mikey, do that..." as she mock struggled against her bonds. I wondered if on other days it was Mike who was tied up and had the girl teasing his nipples but leaving his penis alone for a long time. Him rolling around desperate to feel the touch of her skin on his cock but she denying him until finally he would feel her long hair gently brushing the exposed delicate skin of his knob. I could imagine the scene! The sight of the girl wriggling against her bonds was erotic, the immediate presentation of Mike's hairy arse and hanging equipment less so! Two ideas came to me though. One, why not tie Mike up and let him watch me taking his place for real. She would not know I wasn't Mike. Two, what could I stick in Mike's very visible arsehole that he would not like at all. My cock was certainly something he would not like but there again nor would I! On the other hand, tying him up and actually fucking his arse would be an incredibly dominant thing to do - his eyes bulging with fury as I did it. Not a totally unusual thing for men to do in primitive societies to show who was top dog and certainly it would be amusing seeing him having difficulty sitting down the next day! But I hardly wanted to do that to Mike - apart from his humiliation it really held no attraction for me as a plan - though, on the other hand, sodomising his girlfriend might be a different matter! However, returning to the first idea, even more dominant, surely, would be for Mike to be tied up and have him watch me fucking his girl. Oh, yes, that would be good, very good. He would know it had happened but would not be able to do anything about it because it couldn't have happened. There was no way in his perception of reality that he could be suddenly tied up and helpless as I took his place and serviced his girl. It would not be corroborated by the girl who would see nothing and be quite unaware of the change of men. Would not understand what he was on about at all! It was time for time's ceaseless flow to, well, cease - for a while. Guess what I found in the kitchen - root ginger. Well it works on horses to 'ginger them up' and it would be interesting to see the effect on Mike. A careful bit of peeling and a somewhat medical insertion of the suppository into Mike. He was just so well placed for it. There was his hairy arse up in the air as I described. Very visible, so unappealing but so vulnerable. I pushed and it was gone! Amusing? Oh yes! Next I manhandled Mike to a chair and tied him tightly to it. A gag was easy to improvise. I could have blindfolded him but much more amusing for him to watch. He could watch what I was doing and he was going to have to do just that as I stripped off and took his place. From Mike's point of view one moment he was playing with his girl's breasts and rubbing her nipples together all worked up and ready for intercourse: the next he was tied securely to the chair in the corner watching another man doing just what he had been doing - and worse it was me! Time stop sex is good. Don't get me wrong but the real thing has the edge! Instead of playing with a warm, but still, girl's breasts, all of a sudden, everything was animated. She wriggling in pleasure, breasts pushing against my hands as I played. Of course my erection was firm! I slid the soft skin of my knob against the softness of her nipple. That was really rather nice! "Oh! That's your big cock, isn't it Mikey?" It was a suitable cue, I turned my head and raised an eyebrow and mouthed "big?" to Mike and looked meaningfully at his cock and then down at my own. I don't think another man had seen my erection before, I mean I wouldn't normally display like that but with Mike it was so deliciously humiliating. Mike's eyes were bulging, he was struggling. And he was looking more than uncomfortable - was it the suddenness of his binding and seeing me in his place or the root ginger starting to burn away in his bum? I smiled and turned back to his girl. It was fun the way she mock struggled against my attempts to open her legs: such a contrast to the very real struggles of Mike but he was tied securely - I had made sure of that - and you could barely hear anything through the gag. "No, sir, please don't try to do that. I'm a virgin and saving myself for a good man..." Like 'yeah.' This was all play acting and would have been great fun for Mike and certainly was for me. Again I looked at Mike and mouthed 'good?' - well, certainly I was a better man than he. And of course she soon relented and spread, not just a little but the whole way. What a sexy little snatch! Very hairy - nice! Well, I did the honours. I was more than happy to give her a good time. She had done nothing wrong to me. It was Mike I had the difference with. It was he who was now having to watch my arse as I tongued her. And she liked what I did with my tongue and I liked what I was doing as well. "Mikey - that's really nice." And then penetration. Me on top; it was easy with her thighs so spread to just slip in. I mean what an invitation, she lying there all tied up unable to see with her hips rolling, her hips thrusting and her legs spread all demonstrating her readiness to be taken, the wet pinkness so open and clearly demanding to be penetrated. It was as if there was a big sign up saying 'Fuck me.' Yes, a girl in heat. Timestopper Begins Ch. 11 "Please, please, fuck me." Better still! I was not going where I was not wanted - I was being asked in. In I slipped. "Ooh, you are big today, Mikey." Well, that was a good reason to take another superior look at 'Mikey.' I had never fucked with an audience before. Clearly I was being impressive enough as Mike's cock had not gone down at all. It was sticking right up in his lap. Angry, frustrated, completely puzzled he might be but what he was seeing was still clearly erotic to him. He looked a sight and clearly the ginger was having an effect. The perspiration was dripping from him. Perhaps that was in part aiding his tumescence. I carefully fucked the girl with really nice long strokes giving her the full benefit of my rather better cock - better than Mike's that is. She was lovely and wet, soft and warm and so squirmy under me. "Oh, don't pull out." But I had a plan to complete. I paused for a moment or two to tickle her clit with the end of my penis - she seemed to rather like that - before walking over to Mike. There I was standing naked next to my enemy, my penis standing to attention, his eyes flicking from my face to it. Was he impressed by it, was he comparing and realising I was the larger? There it was high above his own, not quite in his face and showing all wet and shiny from his girl. I smiled in derision at my seated colleague, pushing myself forward so he did not miss the comparison. Yeah, my bigger cock and the so important difference that mine was wet and his was dry - mine was the one getting the girl. My hand moved downwards and I held my erection and gently wanked it. He could see how easily my foreskin slid on his girl's wetness. I winced as if about to cum and you should have seen his face - the look of panic at the thought I was going to ejaculate all over his face! That was hardly likely. What a waste - I had the girl on the bed for that. What Mike did not expect, I am sure, was me to drop my hand from my own cock and grasp his and wank it. His face a picture, his eyes bulging as my hand slid up and down his cock. It did not take much - I am pleased to say. No need to wank it for very long. At the first hint of orgasm, the first indication the unstoppable spasms had started I let go. So funny to see it pumping away with him all red in the face and nothing he could do about it; denying him even the stimulation of my hand. I stood there watching and shaking my head in derision, even leaning in for a closer look, as shot after shot of his white cum pumped out of his penis, up into the air and fell back upon him. Ruined orgasm! I stood with a great big grin on my face as Mike's exhausted penis began to soften, I looked him in the eye and shrugged my shoulders before glancing meaningfully at my own cock standing so firm and shiny with the girl's wetness, yes, still with all its power - before turning back to the bed and sliding sweetly back into his girl. Funny to turn and see him there, all covered in his own cum, his cock wilting and him watching me still fucking his girl. And fuck her I did. Not often did I get such a chance. A chance to fuck in time with a girl who was completely content for me to do just that - indeed encouraging me. Did I make her cum. Did I! The noise was something and I turned again to watch Mike as it happened. I was not unhappy at her breathless comment: "That was the best, Mikey, that really was. Have you cum yet?" It was a triumph and all that remained for me to do was ejaculate inside her to seal my victory. I couldn't reply to her question of course. "Go on, cum for me Mikey." A bit late - he had already done that! And come I did what was asked; really slamming at the post orgasmic girl, her legs wrapped around me pulling me in. The slap, slap of my balls against her bottom and the hydraulic sliding of my cock. It all made a great deal of noise which was what I wanted Mike to hear, before there was the tightening of those balls and the release of the fluid - spurt, spurt, spurt inside her. Absolutely fucking marvellous! I lay there for a bit out of time before doing the difficult job of untying Mike and moving him back - out of time. And how could he challenge me about the whole event? It was all impossible, totally impossible; it could not have happened. One moment he had been at work on the girl playing with her breasts; the next tied up and watching me fucking his girl, feeling me handling him intimately and then me fucking again; and lastly finding himself once more back on the bed but this time between the tied up girl's thighs all sticky with his own cum, impotently limp and with the girl thinking he had just fucked and cum inside her - and fucked her really well, what was more! If he looked he would see she had been fucked properly but would simply not know how it had happened. So funny - yeah, so fucking funny! All so real to him: yet all so impossible - it must have been a dream - surely? Yet his bottom stung! Even my smirk next day at the office would not let him challenge me. I could even look meaningfully at the front of his trousers and he still could not challenge me - it just could not have happened. And the girl would know nothing of the deception. And for once the camera worked. It was, after all, an in time adventure. The photographs are fantastic. The girl so sexual and Mike looking so stupid (yes, and a mess)! Timestopper Begins Ch. 12 It may already have become clear to you that walking is one of my 'things.' I like walking, I enjoy the exercise, the relaxation, the slow way the country or, indeed, town passes. You have the time to stop and look. Not the rush of the motor car or even the bicycle; walking is the way to see the countryside. I like the peace and tranquillity - so was not best pleased to find my Saturday walk disturbed by a party of ramblers going my way. I had passed a lovely morning, been up with the dew still wet on the grass, had already walked for three and a half hours and not seen a soul. The birds had been singing, the sun had been warming and my little legs in their khaki shorts had been working away. All the joy of nature, summer and exercise had been with me and, strangely for me, not a thought of sex or desire to spot a pretty girl or two out walking on the downs. No reason to use my special ability, no reason for Time Stop Man to spring into action. Just a lovely walk until, that is, the gaggle joined me unexpectedly coming up a side path. You know how it is, you have been walking along with the world completely to yourself and it occurs to you that taking a pee would be a good idea. You are getting uncomfortable. You pause and undo your fly, or if a girl undo your shorts and bob down, and just at that very moment someone or some people hove into view. It does just so seem to happen. Perhaps it was because they were climbing a hill that they had been so quiet but it was just a bit annoying. I had not finished - not even started. Of course I should have stopped time rather than let my automatic reaction kick in but instead I hurriedly tucked myself away feeling all embarrassed. And the giggles did nothing to lessen that. I let them pass but the trouble was they were going in my direction and were going at my pace. There was a dozen of them or so, a mixed party of ramblers. Such a nuisance. My morning disturbed: but of course I also clocked half the party were female and not exactly old either. My eyes noted the girls' bottom cheeks moving up and down inside their walking shorts. I smiled to myself as I envisaged stopping time and undressing the dozen and hiding all of their clothes. Imagine their consternation at suddenly finding themselves naked, seeing their friends in the all together but not having any idea how it had happened. I knew who would be laughing then! I could then calmly take out my cock in full view and start to pee. That would surprise them perhaps enough for them to look at me strangely as if , perhaps, I had caused their sudden loss of clothes - which of course would have been true. "You can have them back, you know, but, first, I want to see everyone taking a pee. I don't see why you should laugh at me taking a call of nature. Everyone does it. Come on public urination - let everyone see everybody else. No, not in the woods. Right here." Protests, perhaps even attempts to grab me but with time stop I could appear to magically jump from one place to another. That would frighten them! They would have to do what I said. Girls bobbing down and revealing their sex as the bright, sparkly streams rushed out from between their legs, the streams curving downwards to the ground; for the men, foreskins retracted and penises hosing. What a sight! And imagine if other walkers wandered into view. What a shock they would get. What was this strange ritual of watering the land? Perhaps I could dress them again all in the wrong clothes. Yes the boys with the bras so they had to undress again and sort themselves out as I watched and smiled. If I wanted to, perhaps, I could make them all do sexual things. How far would they go to get their clothes back. Their alternative was a walk into town completely starkers! Find out who was paired with whom and get one girl to go down on her boyfriend as the others - and me - watched open mouthed at the exhibitionism. Perhaps then get her to bring him off by hand - an even more embarrassing thing for the boy to do whilst being watched by his friends - male and female. Eleven of them watching as he spurted or flowed. Perhaps get others to fuck as we all watched. Maybe... Well, all a bit extreme perhaps! But of course now not only did I want a pee but the thoughts had brought hardness to the contents of my own shorts. I was certainly not getting it out like that in front of them. I turned off the track into the woods. "Bye," called a couple and in a sing song voice, "we know where you're going." How had they known I was turning off? They were walking away from me at the time; not looking my way; they must have heard a twig snap or something. I had tried to be quiet. They had all turned and looked. I was not happy. Suddenly it all went very quiet. They had made a mistake - a big mistake. I was cross and I was going to do something - I just had not quite decided what. With a tug to my zip rather in the manner of a gunfighter loosening his gun, I sauntered over to them releasing my erection from its confinement. Nice to walk up to girls like that: yeah, it shows you mean business - not that any noticed. "Right girls, let's have a look at you". The smirks on their faces did not endear anyone to me. An irrational dislike but it is not good to get on the wrong side of TSM! So nice really to be able to just lift a tee shirt and have a look at a girl's bra, even more to be able to hold the contents in your hands, all soft and warm and then unclip. Oh yes, let them spill out - except they don't spill out of time, they are just there. The first girl - quite tall, fair hair in a pony tail, nicely rounded breasts with the usual so pretty pink flowers at their summit. Pleasant to play with, pleasant to tweak the nipples - perhaps tweaking a little too hard but that was her fault. Pleasant to unzip the shorts and undo the button, pleasant to pull them a little way down and open up the panties and admire the fine delicate tracery of hair across her mons veneris and see the little valley of her slit. Nice, actually, to push my penis down and slide it between her sex and the gusset of her panties. A nice warm little nest with just a little tickling of hair. Perhaps even more pleasant to do that for a little time and leave a little sticky calling card, a deposit of gooey semen right there to make her wonder what had happened. It was an idea. But it occurred to me I could do something else, at least to start with, using my remarkable multi function device. Should I? Well, I did want to go for a pee. A bit of concentration and a slight relaxation of a sphincter and - oooh that was nice - yes I had actually peed inside her pants! A strange thing to do and everything suddenly felt a lot wetter! This was going to be amusing. She was going to think she had suddenly wet herself. I mean no one was going to think it was somebody else's wee which had appeared! She was not going to think that it was I who had wetted her! Another few spurts and I pulled out of the panties. I felt a bit better but there was plenty more to come where that had come from! I could have slipped my erection into another eleven pairs of pants, yes even the boys if I had been so minded. Had them all finding, most surprisingly, that just watching me going into the bushes had caused a mass bladder release. They would have looked a sight, all feeling suddenly very wet, suddenly horrified but then realising everyone else was in the same predicament - staring immobile at each other's wet shorts. Perhaps the only answer would then be for them all to walk along with shorts and pants flapping on their packs drying in the sun with their genitalia and bottoms peeking and poking out from under their shirts. A lovely sight for any passing walker and catering for all sexes and interests! Another girl, dark straight haired and indeed dark skinned and slightly exotic with wonderful big breasts and so dark nipples. A delicious dark patch of hair down below, all really tight curls and plenty of them to boot. I looked at her boyfriend (I presumed that was what he was as he was close beside her) and wondered what his white semen splashed across those dark curls would look like - did it made an interesting contrast? I was sure my own would look just as good but, rather than trying to be artistic, I contented myself with slipping under the curly hair (a bit ticklish but nice sliding in) and once again letting loose with my wee. Whoops! A bit much and so odd how having left my body it stopped moving, just building up as a reservoir in her panties. No splashing to the ground to be absorbed by the leaf mould. No, that would come later when time restarted. Once the force of its expulsion by me was used up it simply stopped moving and stayed all hot and wet ready to cascade down her legs - her lovely dark legs once time restarted. Should I do the same to the others? I thought perhaps two was enough for amusement and let my stream splash away happily onto the leaf mould. A shake or two but still an erection. Well, a pity to waste that. I moved to a third girl - the one who had particularly, I thought, laughed at me. There she was, hand in hand with her boyfriend. Well, that did not stop me undoing the buttons of her shirt. He was not going to stop me. Another really nice pair, perhaps they could have been a little bigger but nothing you could not get your hands on - and I did! Sweet little nipples even a little raised. Had the glimpse of my willy done that? Unlikely! More the sun, exercise and walking with her boyfriend. A dark curly haired girl. Such a pretty thing but she had annoyed me and I was not at all pleased with her. Nice, though, as with the others to open up the denim shorts, undoing all the buttons, and peer within. Yes, the expected dark curls; pleasing to stroke like a cat; I expected her boyfriend liked to do that - and rather more no doubt. Perhaps they might be thinking of doing that later. So nice to slip a hand under, twixt panty and sex, and feel, yes, a certain moistness to match her nipples. Of course there was a considerable moistness in two of her friends' knickers but for a very different reason and I could not provide any more of that. I had though, another fluid I could offer... should I... should I make her feel all strangely wet and sticky as she walked along? So easy to just slip between panty and sex, so pleasant to watch my shiny purple knob disappear and feel it all warm and slippery against her sex. So pleasing to slide back and forth as I played with her breasts and, all the while, she held her boyfriend's hand. I had not been planning on anything sexual that morning but now that the opportunity presented itself I was not going to avoid it. Oops, I had slipped right in; naughty me! That is the trouble of sliding something somewhat banana shaped and really rather rounded at the end up and down a girl's pudenda: rather than just slide back and forth, it is just so easy for the end to catch on the vaginal indentation as it moves forward and be diverted right up into it. Nice though! Oh well, now I had done it I might as well enjoy intercourse; and, frankly, it was pleasant to be doing it out in the open air with this girl I had only just met. Not, though, my intention to splash my stuff all over her cervix, you know 'do the deep thrusting': no I wanted her to feel my cum all gooey in her panties and that meant an external, or near as dash it, ejaculation. In true natural contraception style my plan was to 'pull out' at the last moment but not to do the pattering over bottom or tummy but the rather more intimate, if not very 'safe,' release between the nether lips - yes, right there. Pleasing to enjoy the steady rhythm inside for a time before with a groan and a tug backwards I slid out and was once more sliding between panty and sex but this time with my balls rising and falling beneath me as they pumped away releasing the special stuff to lie all along her sex - yes, if you like the image, like the mustard along a hot dog roll (though actually, you will appreciate, more like mayonnaise - on account of the colour you see) with my cock as the dog and her labia as the roll. OK - an odd simile, I accept - take it or leave it. Finished I pulled away, my still stiff cock bounding upwards when released from between thighs, sex and panty. It was of course weeping slightly having done its special thing. Panties snapped back into place but hopefully now all really gooey and uncomfortable. It was time to re-assemble the girls and tuck myself away. Should I pull the boys cocks out and place them in the girls' hands - preferably the wrong ones? No, I had done enough to upset the party all ready. I felt things were now evened out. Back in position I restarted time. Oh, what fun. Squeaks from the dark girl and the fair girl as urine simply cascaded from their shorts - yes really, right down both legs! Shocked faces on everyone else and also a surprised look on the dark curly haired girl's face. I turned back to them, "Perhaps I don't need to, after all, but... oh... dear. That's not the way to do it. You should really take your shorts down first, girls!" Laughter from me and indeed from the dark curly haired girl and her boyfriend - a bit unkind I thought - of them. I wanted to be free of them: yet I wanted to watch the dark curly haired girl and see what she did. Indeed I was interested in the two now rather wet girls' actions. It was not going to be comfortable walking like that - though on a hot day things would dry - eventually. The party started off but the two wet girls hung behind, I heard one say, "What happened?" What happened was me! They dropped behind and then turned off into the bushes. I was a little tempted to follow - yes in or out of time. Funny to catch them probably with shorts and panties removed, perhaps even peeing together and puzzled how they had wet themselves so much and still needed to go. They would be angry at my intrusion. Me so deliberately staring at their semi nakedness and micturition. But having just ejaculated my interest in their sexual bits was for the moment rather lessened and I walked on with my eyes on the dark curly haired girl; did I detect she was walking a little oddly, was she feeling a trifle discomforted, was there an odd, strangely post coital feeling between her legs? Amusing some time later to see, when the two girls caught us back up, two pairs of panties fluttering on their back packs and drying in the sun. Far too tempting to do what I did next, far too much of a giggle. They had only just passed me when I stopped time and ever so helpfully removed and tied their shorts on to their packs as well so they could also dry in the sunshine with the panties. And, joy of joy, they did not immediately notice. Two pretty pairs of cheeks, one set pale, the other dark. striding forward above shapely legs and hiking boots only partly obscured by their hanging tee shirts. Such a nice way to walk; the shirt keeping the sun off the shoulders and back but everything down below so free and easy. I was tempted to join them! The squeals when they realised were so funny, that lovely way girls have of covering their modesty with their hands. "Don't look, don't look." But of course the boys and I were doing just that! Again they could not associate their distress with me. Had they made a mistake, surely it was only the panties they had hung out to dry? Big grin time as I walked on past them remembering that whilst time was moving I should not touch things I should not. It is not easy to remember! In time it really is not done to fondle a girl's bottom or bosom (without specific permission). Out of time... ah, well, that is a different matter! But I did not want to get too far ahead of them. I was interested in the dark curly haired girl's reaction to the stickiness in her panties. I kept looking back though it was some time later that she finally succumbed and turned off into the bushes. Easy for me to appear to turn onto a path and disappear before sauntering back out of time past the motionless group to find her. Amusing to find her with her shorts and panties down and with my stuff actually on her fingers and her looking at it with such a puzzled look on her face. Tempting to step out from behind a tree in time and say something about that looks like cum and what have you been doing, you naughty girl! Instead I turned and walked away from the group, happy to be on my way again free of the noisy crowd even if I had not examined all the girls. I gave it a little while before I restarted time and had the countryside to myself again. A good morning's walk, a drop down from the hills to a village and a couple of pints for lunch plus a ploughman's before returning up onto the bracken strewn hills and, would you believe it, I ran into the same party again having a picnic - just like that. A not exactly welcoming comment from the dark curly haired girl along the lines of, "oh, it's you again." Well, I was in no hurry. I could probably annoy them some more. Easy enough to walk on, stop time, double back and sit and watch out of sight for an opportunity. The picnic over, they packed up and then, rather surprisingly, went off in their separate ways. I would, perhaps, have thought they were all going to answer a call of nature had they not gone off in pairs not when the pairs were male and female couples. It seemed unlikely they were simply going off for a pee on that evidence. No, this looked like a mutually agreed break for a little private time together. A funny thing to agree, "shall we all go and have a cuddle and perhaps a fuck now?" "Yes. but be back by half past two." I smiled, this could be very interesting. I could perhaps mix the couples up outside of time. They had all been too shy to make love together as a group but imagine suddenly finding the boy you thought you were fucking was a different one - no, it is not your boyfriend's cock in you but a friend's! I could have the whole hillside full of running half, or fully, naked people trying to find who they were meant to be with! I did not hurry: I waited and then slowly stood and went for a wander out of time amongst the bracken and found them all in varying states of undress, yes naked bosoms, discarded shorts, fine upstanding penises - one even being sucked! Well, it was definitely time for me to put my own shorts in my backpack, leave the backpack where it could be found again and join the half naked hillside. Possibly a little odd to be walking around on the downs in nothing more than socks and boots but with time stopped it just did not matter! Nice actually to feel so free, so unrestricted by clothes and, given what I was about to do, just so sensible. Wonderful to be able to walk up to a young couple amorously engaged and join in. I chose first of all the couple with the girl at work with her mouth. Nice to come up to them in their little secret part of the downs, where they thought they were alone and be able to take a look - a close look. The boy of no great interest - apart from his fine erect penis, and then again only because of the way it was framed. I like to see what a girl does with a penis - and I liked this girl and how she was 'framing' the penis! She was one of those just so pretty fine featured black girls - you might call her Nubian if you like, though whether she was from Southern Egypt was quite another matter. Tall with tight dark curls to her head (and possibly elsewhere, that was not yet revealed - this was not the girl whose panties I had peed in - and wonderful black, black skin seeming to really shine in the sunlight. Blue jeans to her legs, walking boots and socks already removed and, whilst the boy was clothed, the girl had already removed her top and was naked from the waist up. A lovely picture of young womanhood in just blue jeans, nothing else. Don't girls looks so fine without their tops! Such a fine pair of breasts there in the sunlight, firm to the touch (of course I did) and already, her black nipples were standing hard. Was her other erection, her little button, already pushing at her panties? I liked the image. A stirring clitoris, engorging, rising and pushing at the cotton - wanting to be touched. Timestopper Begins Ch. 12 The girl's eyes were closed and her full dark lips were right around her boyfriend's erection, its head well inside her mouth. Her neck muscles were taut and her chin up. My timestop had caught her just so right. If a camera had worked out of time the photograph would have been superb - a woman totally enjoying sucking a cock. Easy to imagine, if what I could see was the freeze frame of a photograph, that the camera had caught the woman just at the moment of release as the semen began to pour. It was just how it seemed as I looked: her eyes closed in total pleasure as if she felt the first hot liquid pulse she had been seeking. Easy to imagine that was what was happening but I soon established this was merely an impression not reality - there was no spurting, well yet anyway. No doubt that would come at some point. Nice to just admire the girl, nice to walk around and view from different angles. Nice to lean in for a close view and nice to gently ease the fellating girl's mouth from her boyfriend's cock before replacing it with my own. There it was - an erection out in the open, suddenly denuded of its encircling mouth. As I mentioned, you could not fault it - it was a fine erect penis with a well shaped bulbous knob all shiny in the sunlight. But the eye was not open and there was no semen coming out. He was not, after all ejaculating. And without the penis that left this just so pretty black girl with an open mouth, an open, wet mouth just so ready to receive a cock. Yes, mine. A gentle push and the feeling of a lovely hot, wet, sliding pair of dark lips just running over my knob. Pity there was none of the tongue and sliding action I suspected was going on in real time but that is the trouble with time stop sex. Nonetheless good on the visual aspect - those dark lips taking in my penis - and I could play with the girl's dark breasts and black nipples as I rested inside her pleasantly wet mouth. Lovely breasts in my hands, so nice to feel the hard points of her nipples in my palms and then to gently pull upon them - a delight. The couple were not lying down but rather kneeling with the girl leaning forward making the blue jeans taut over her buttocks. Tight jeans, figure hugging jeans - jeans which would be difficult to pull off. It was not something I was going to try. Perhaps later I would come back but that depended on what fun I had with the other couples but curiosity did get the better of me. I did slip the brass zip down, I did undo the brass button, I did feel inside her panties and - yes - her curls were very tight! A pity, really, that the boy had not been ejaculating. It would have been amusing to leave him removed from the pretty black girl's mouth, leave him with his penis pulled from her mouth but pointing at her face. I could have sat there in the sunshine, restarted time and seen her reaction to finding, instead of the fluid pulsing into her mouth, it splashing all over her face. A startled look of surprise perhaps, her eyes flicking open as the spurts came. Nice to see the contrast of the while pearls of semen and her delicious, shiny black skin and then their shock at seeing me - the man they had laughed at - sitting there watching their private act, clearly enjoying seeing the girl's naked breasts and cum spattered face, sitting there cross legged and naked with my own (fine) erection exposed. A total shock! I would probably have needed to exit quickly out of time. As it was I popped his knob back in; back between the girl's lovely soft lips. As soon as time restarted no doubt her tongue would be stroking it in a friendly way - how nice for him. It had been kind of him to let me play with his girl for a little while, kind of him to let me inspect her charms, kind of him to let me enjoy her wet, warm mouth. My hand cupped his balls; I could feel those little egg shapes in the wrinkly scrotum; so easy to move the whole package; so soft and so vulnerable in my hand. He had been generous in letting me play with his girl and I was going to be kind to him. My hand closed and I squeezed hard. The ensuing pain would prevent a too early ejaculation: it would be very easy for him, otherwise, to let go within the girl's mouth but my kind action would prevent that and ensure they both moved on to a good fuck. I really am all heart - a big softy really... From there I moved to the next couple. The dark curly haired girl was on her back with her boyfriend already inside her and pumping away - or would have been had time been running. They seemed to have got on with things rather faster than the other couples. It was easy to settle down, restart time and watch the naked couple whilst half hidden by the bracken. They would not be paying much attention. They were not! Classic missionary intercourse with the boy's hairy bottom rising and falling as he pushed at the girl, her legs locked over his back and their sex very much joined. If they kept up at that pace there would only be one conclusion and it would come pretty soon Nice to hear the girl saying, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck..." It was clearly working for her! A rather significant groan from the man. It was about to happen. I halted time and stood up, walked almost up to them and restarted time. There I was walking right up to them just at the moment he started to come, "Well, what do you know!" I said, staring down at them with time once more flowing. That made them look, two faces suddenly looking right at me standing there with no shorts on and my own cock rigid. And then to see the man grimace as he felt his orgasm come as he began to spurt inside his girl. Talk about ruined orgasm. I had timed it absolutely right. Totally ruined his concentration on his ejaculation. "You bastard!" And he was getting up off the girl to get at me actually still coming! I could see; I mean his penis was actually ejaculating as he got to his feet, semen spurting and dropping onto the dark curly haired girl. It was perfect! I stopped time for a few moments and could clearly see him ejaculating in the air. I just stood there looking at the scene. The young man almost on his feet, his angry face, his rigid penis with a spurt of time frozen semen in the air, the girl looking up at me so crossly but with her legs wide spread and everything exposed - everything - and a still penis stretched, open vagina - and some of her boyfriend's semen spattered over her tummy and breasts. Funny - you bet! And then he chased me as I ran away - his cock still rigid and moreover still spurting. It was priceless. If only someone could have filmed it. Funny - absolutely! Two naked, erect men running and one coming! And of course there was no way he could catch me not with my time stop abilities. There he was frozen in the act of running and I just walked back past him admiring the amazing freeze frame image of him running fully erect, his feet not on the ground and with semen actually in the air at the front of his cock - just hanging suspended in time - a creamy spurt in the air! I gave his balls a sharp squeeze, not out of kindness this time - that would slow him down and walked back to his girl. There she was with her eyes wide staring after him and still not quite registering what had happened. There she was, beautifully naked and exposed, legs wide open and all so ready for... Well, why not? I had slipped into her earlier and now having been fully excited she was going to be, well, very comfortable indeed. She was! I settled down on top of her and slipped into where her boyfriend had, moments before, been about to start his ejaculation. Well, I could finish that insemination job. His semen was a little spattered across her chest, spurted there when he had first started moving with the rest no doubt in the bracken and, as I had seen, some still in the air! How pleasant, out in the open air and engaging in intercourse. It was not as if I did not know the girl - why I had come in her panties not three or four hours before! In and out, in and out; all so lovely and moist; such a pleasant warm and wet place to be in the afternoon sunshine. The view all around so beautiful - well apart from the boyfriend's hairy arse running away! It did slightly spoil the aesthetics and pleasant surroundings. As I have said before there is no need to hurry with time stop sex. I could bring myself just about to coming and then get up and go and do something else - and I did! I walked back past the boyfriend with his erection still spurting in the air. For amusement I pulled his cock down as far as it would go so it was rigid yet pointing at the ground - it did look funny - of course as soon as time restarted it would spring back up probably throwing any more ejaculate up onto him. That would also be amusing. And walked off to look for another couple, my already pleasantly exercised erection pointing the way. It seemed the dark, curly haired girl and her boyfriend were ahead of the others. No other penetration so far - well, not by penises anyway. The tall, fair haired pony tailed girl - yes the one with the particularly rounded breasts and sweet little pink nipples had three of her boyfriend's fingers well up her. Easy to pull his hand out and slip my erection in and enjoy some more wet stimulation. Quite tight actually and it did make me wonder whether perhaps their intention was not intercourse but manual pleasuring. Certainly her pretty fingers were encircling the boy's cock and it was very clear what she was doing to it. There is much to be said for finger work. You can have an awful lot of fun with fingers, yes with the hand job, rather than rushing to full intercourse. I don't know about you but I always think the handjob with the boy coming right on the girl's tummy, perhaps getting some in her tummy button and a little on her curls, has real erotic quality. Perhaps it reminds me of early teenage fumblings with the first girlfriend before we tried proper sex; a certain innocence about the act, the spilling of semen on a young girl's body for the first time. A rite of passage I suppose. A nice thing to do out in the summer sunshine. I reached for the girl's hand and moved it up and down the boy's cock, watching the skin move and the head alternately being covered and revealed whilst my own cock, tightly but wetly held, did the same for real inside her. I almost came but no. That was for the dark, curly haired girl - I had decided. Nice to come out of the girl and push the boy's fingers back in (and move them backwards and forwards a bit, and watch the girl's pudenda move with the action, before rising and walking back to the dark, curly haired girl. I walked via the black girl but it was too soon after my previous visit, too soon in actual time, for things have moved on to actual intercourse. Rather things seemed to have stopped for the moment. The boy was less than erect now and was lying all curled up with his hand to his balls whilst the pretty black girl looked on with concern on her face. She had still not taken those jeans off. It seemed my 'kindness' had worked rather well. The black curly haired girl had not moved and nor had he. His rigid cock was still pointing, probably painfully - or would be, at the ground. I slipped pleasantly back in again and carried on from where I had left off. I was close and then I thought, 'why not?' and I did it. I really did it. I restarted time. The difference was considerable. The movement, the wriggling as I thrust, the feel of girl all so very real beneath me; the man pausing in surprise at my disappearance, his turning back as his cock slapped up against his stomach and his eyes going wide as he saw me on top of and now obviously fucking his girl and then the grimace of pain as he felt my squeezing of his balls. So funny and, I thought, so much me to be able to do that. There I was, the dominant male up on the Downs. I could have whichever girl I chose and, with that thought, I did what the dominant male of the herd does, I began to come inside the female. A look of pleasure on my face so he knew just what I had done and then I stopped time to let me enjoy the release without getting thumped by the man or scratched by the girl. The delicious pulsing going on as my cock worked in and out. Nice afterwards to lie there in the warm sunshine, comfortably embedded letting myself slowly wilt. How unusual - I had fucked the same girl twice in one day. Rising I walked back past the boyfriend heading to retrieve my backpack and shorts. He really looked in pain so I pulled his cock down again. That would surprise him but not as much as me disappearing and being up the track again. "You do look very silly." I said and he whirled around, his penis once again slapping against his stomach, to find me no longer apparently on his girl - or indeed in his girl - but away from him up the track. And he actually chased me again - properly. He really did - with no clothes and an erection - well, a beginning to soften erection. What a sight! I mean how often have you seen a man running erect? But of course he did not go far. His realisation of just what he was doing came to him, the realisation other people might see him, and he hurried back, leaving me a bit out of breath but laughing. It was really being a good day. I could have a really good laugh with my special power. I was still laughing as I found my clothes and resumed my walk and, I am pleased to say, did not see any of them again the rest of the day. Timestopper Begins Ch. 13 All this activity out in the countryside or with colleagues from my office did not mean I had neglected my neighbour. I was hardly going to miss out on that pair of milky breasts just waiting, every day, to be sucked right next door. And how often did I hear the bed creaking away through my bedroom wall and think it might be good to take a peek? I mean, it was sex - on tap! The first time I had gone around to next door having heard the bed creak I had somewhat let myself go and rather than just peeked had actually fucked my neighbour. Since then I seemed to have more than 'just a bit' let myself go not just with her, but also colleagues and quite a few others besides. My earlier reticence or propriety seemed to have slipped away. It was so easy to enjoy sexual relations with whomsoever took my fancy and it was particularly easy with Cindy next door. So easy and so casual. If I heard the bed creaking through the wall I could quit my own bed, pop around and join in - and they would not know. I mean, one night I went around, pulled Carson out of Cindy - "excuse me, hope you don't mind" - fucked her myself to a very pleasant but actually rather quick conclusion, pushed him back in, went back home, got into bed and could still hear the bed creaking away as if nothing had happened whilst I dropped off to sleep. It had only taken perhaps five minutes of non time! Would they notice the sudden appearance of extra lubrication - well, probably not in the dark - it might even have made the sex, yes, the feeling, better for them! Carson enjoying the extra slippery lubrication without having any realisation of just what he was sliding on and what was all around his cock! And I knew Cindy and Carson did not just have sex at night. Many a time I would wake to a certain familiar sound and perhaps might pop around and take a little look. With the morning sun streaming through the curtains I could take more than a little look - and did! "Morning all! Sex inspection. Please just stay still whilst I check things out." Imagine their shock if I had not stopped time! Not least in seeing me, their neighbour, in my pyjamas and with my inspection rod sticking out of the fly! "It's all right, sir, don't worry, I'm not here to check your bottom - only the sexual parts in regular use! Of course with time stopped it was simply a matter of pulling back the bed clothes and having a look. The missionary position is actually surprisingly modest. All the girl's bits are covered up by the bloke - all you can see that you shouldn't is his, probably, hairy bum and that is just not interesting - to me anyway. Quite difficult, though in that position, to carry out the inspection but nonetheless the inspector needs to make his report: 1. Position noted on inspection - missionary 2. Penile erection - check 3. Penile firmness - strong 4. Penile girth (measured at base) - 123 mm 5. Penile length - unable to inspect (inserted) 6. Pre-cum lubrication - unable to inspect (inserted) 7. Ejaculation data - NYA 8. Vulvic engorgement - check 9. Vulvic lubrication - check - level 6 10. Nipple erection female RHS - check 11. Nipple erection female LHS - check and leaking milk 12. Nipple erection male RHS - check 13. Nipple erection male LHS - check 14. Clitoral erection - check 15. Clitoral length - unable to take precise measurement. (say average) 16. Female anus - Not in use 17. Male anus - Visual inspection only - not in use All rather ridiculous! I was actually happy to wait rather than pull them apart and instead pulled the covers back up and retreated out of the door to watch through the crack. I was finding that I like watching couples at it - especially as the additional option is always available for me to join in as and when I want! Nice to see them turn over in bed after a while and Cindy get up on top facing Carson. Of course the covers slipped down and there were her big milky breasts bouncing away as she thrust up and down on Carson's cock. Lovely to see those unrestrained boobs moving, well bounding up and down actually, and with the left one actually dripping milk - well not just dripping but the odd drop just flying off the moving boob! There is something about a girl's boobs bouncing that really gets to me and what better way for them to bounce than if she is riding up and down an erection with her thighs really being exercised! Cindy riding cowgirl - how nice it would be to see her with just the cowgirl's hat on! There was certainly a pause in time at that point. "Excuse me," I said to Carson as my hands reached and held Cindy's big breasts. Firm even taut with milk, delightfully brown and with big, big nipples both from breast feeding and sexual excitement. My lips found the left nipple and began to suck drawing the excess milk from her, sweet and so warm! I had not seen Carson do that. Was that not his 'thing' - well it was certainly mine! The bedclothes thrown back and everything was so much more revealed in that position - not least the sexual joining where penis entered vagina - a lot more inspection was now possible and indeed joining in was now much more feasible. Not only could I suck on Cindy's wonderful breasts but I could go around behind her and with a quick tug Carson's erection would vacate Cindy's nicely moist entrance and I could be up on the bed and filling it in his stead from behind her in a trice. Moreover there was her brown wrinkled back passage entrance all fully revealed. As an alternative, leaving Carson inside and taking advantage of the plentiful creams and lotions by the bed, I could have certainly tried to slip into the adjacent passage to Carson. How very neighbourly - instead of the party wall separating us neighbours there would be the thin membranes of Cindy's twin passages! Or, and this was an odd idea, might I be able to slide up alongside Carson and really stretch Cindy - two cocks in the one hole - double penetration at its most literal! She was after all well lubricated and having had a baby then perhaps... The reality was not, however, up to that. I could get a finger in alongside Carson's cock but not much more. Presumably it took practice - can you imagine that - evening classes in Dp-ing. "Well ladies, for the first few weeks it is larger, and getting larger - and I mean that, dildo practice before we bring the lads in and I do say 'lads - plural' advisedly! We shall need two - two each!" The girls looking nervously from one to the other. What have they let themselves in for! So it was just the quick tug, a little raising of Cindy a bit higher, me kneeling between Carson's legs and in I went - on my own. All so moist, warm and accessible. Lucky old Carson - and lucky old me as I worked away, my hands reaching under and fondling those big milk filled breasts - probably making them squirt over Carson's chest. This was absolutely the way to wake up in the morning. You wake with a hard on, you pop next door and relieve the tension before nipping back for breakfast - complete probably with warm fresh milk if you brought the jug - and nobody but you the wiser. The couple carrying on after you've gone not knowing they had been interrupted and the wife used quite inappropriately. I could have paused and let Carson have another go or two before coming but it was all just so comfortable. Cindy's bottom just so soft and bouncy against my thighs. Doggy style is really just such a good position! So easy to let myself go and feel that tightening of the scrotum before all that mixing of fluids happened. It was a very pleasant ejaculation! Well, tension relieved and time for breakfast. Perhaps I should indeed have brought a jug or bowl and borrowed some milk before leaving! Instead, a careful raising of Carson's nicely firm erection, poking it back into Cindy, back into her lovely wet passage now liberally daubed with my cum, and easing her down onto it. They would know nothing of my visit, know nothing of the visiting cuckoo in her nest. Carson's ejaculate would hide my own work. "You can carry on now. Inspection nearly over. All was satisfactory. I shall write my report. I just need to check on orgasm and ejaculation. Carry on, please." I returned beyond the door. But that was not to happen. As I restarted time the baby woke up and began to cry. "Oh bother," said Cindy, "I'll have to go and see to Katy. Sorry Carsie." And she was off him, off the bed and heading for the baby - and she was dripping and I don't mean girl stuff. Oops! My actions potentially revealed. Carson though did not seem to have noticed. A quick change of hiding place by me to the wardrobe before Cindy went out of the bedroom to find Katy. Carson looked cross lying there with his cock all fired up and ready to do its thing - as I have mentioned all nice and firm - and his wife suddenly not there to help. He looked at his watch. Clearly there was not time for him to wait for feeding to be done and Cindy to return. So he settled for second best. I left him with his hand wanking away at a nicely lubricated cock though one I could not help noticing already looking rather post coital... Well perhaps he had not noticed or just thought it pre-ejaculate or was so absorbed in whatever sexual thoughts he was having in his head that he did not really notice. Nonetheless the lube on his hands and cock was substantially from me! I found Cindy still naked, thighs together and with the contented little lass sucking away at a nipple. A charming little maternal scene. Well, perhaps she thought Carson had already come and would know nothing of the wanking going on next door. Perhaps she had not yet noticed and would think later, after he had gone, that he had come. But did it matter really what she thought. I had enjoyed what I had done after all! Another peak through the bedroom door and there was Carson with his hand really moving and then spurt, spurt, spurt up his tummy. Well done sir, well done! An impressive enough ejaculation - but a lonely one. Such a shame Cindy had not enjoyed it. The human mind is quite remarkable - OK that is a trite comment - but there I was out shopping and out of the thousands of people around me my brain automatically processed what my eye was sending it and identified someone as a person I knew. Yes, just a face in the crowd though a pretty enough face surrounded by dark curls. A little female person and moreover the little scrum half who had so painfully bitten me. I had not been best pleased with her at the time though it had, to be fair, been absolutely my fault for sticking my cock in her mouth in the first place. What I also remembered was that I had limped home without completing the deed - had not properly completed a 'sex act' with her - which was remiss of me. With her was a great big bloke, very clearly a rugby player too. Six foot six in his stockinged feet I should have thought and so he towered over her. They were holding hands which was sweet and also suggested she was not one of the female rugby players who would prefer to shower with the girls rather than the boys. I did not so much go up to them to introduce myself as quickly find somewhere I could stop time without being noticed. Well, it is not so much the stopping as starting which is the problem; in ensuring I am in exactly the same place as when time stopped so I do not seem to magically appear to people. Of course I had a 'feel' but what I was really after was addresses. I could certainly have had her panties down and left her with a certain sticky feeling in between her legs for the rest of the morning but I was rather thinking of something a little more subtle back at her or his place later. And so, not actually the same day, but a few days later there I was with them again. Knowing both addresses had been one thing but finding which they were at was a little more complicated and getting inside with them the more so. But I will spare you those mundane details. I was in with the couple and there they were doing all that kissing stuff lovers like to do whilst sitting on the sofa. You know tongues in each other's mouth, arms around each other - that sort of thing. OK, I like that as much as the next man or woman really! Naturally one thing leads to another and a hand is on a breast, a hand is in a bra, blouse buttons are undone and clasps released; at some point the zipper of the man's jeans goes down and the male member is extracted. It is what tends to happen. Sometimes actually standing behind the sofa, other times more hidden, I watched as they continued to kiss and fondle each other, the girl's hand moving the foreskin back and forth over the shiny knob of the penis. "Go on, suck it please." "You know, I don't really like that." "It's so nice." "But I'm worried you'll..." "No, I won't." "But you might. I just don't like the idea. You know all those swimming little tadpoles." "They are incredibly small, microscopically small, just so tiny and it would be so nice. I really wish you would get to like... and letting me cum. I mean you could spit it out not swallow. It's just such a fantastic feel..." "I know, I know. Mary says how much she likes it but I just don't like the idea. I'll suck a bit but you are not to..." "No of course not." Good for Mary... I wondered who she was! And down the little scrum half went, tentative at first but then her little black curly head bobbing up and down. Nice to see, that other special connection between a woman and a man. Not surprisingly after a moment he got up to take off his jeans - a bit of a narrow escape but I managed to stop time and hide before his eyes had a chance to sweep the room. Much nicer to free your 'parts' if you are going to be sucked and of course nice to be able to see it being sucked - if you can. That is the trouble with the head in your lap, all you can see is the back of the girl's head. Much better to ensure you can see what is going on! There is much to be said to getting the girl to kneel whilst you stand. Worth sitting near a mirror, perhaps, and watching yourself indirectly or why not do it with another couple so you can each watch the other girl sucking whilst feeling your own girl doing the deed. Well, there he was in tee shirt and nothing else, standing in front of the little scrum half, she seated on the sofa, his great tree trunk thighs a little spread and his cock presented to her free and very firm. Nice enough cock but not some sort of ten inch monster to go with his height and build: rather a fairly ordinary sized model, yes if you like, a bit like mine. Again you can imagine his was not the only erection in the room and, when time stopped again, his was not the only cock standing inches from her mouth. I had moved in for a closer look! Our little scrum half was not exactly looking ecstatic at what was in front of her eyes and probably would have been much less so if she had seen there was not just the one penis to suck. Some girls would no doubt have been delighted - perhaps would have liked a whole bunch to play with. Still, she did not need to know about the second but it would certainly be in her mouth at some point in the evening! Her mouth was not ready to take it at that moment - those sharp teeth were too much in evidence! She might not like fellatio but she was soon very much doing it. And lovely to watch. I mean it is just so lovely to see a pair of pretty lips clamped around a cock and doing the right thing. And nice to see her hand was not neglecting the dangly bits. Us chaps do like our pair of pears fondled - carefully mind! Time for me to try. It is even better, of course, to see pretty lips around your own cock. Yes nice to see, but nicer to feel! I was by now getting use to handling cocks - erect or flaccid - and his needed moving to enable a swop. "Excuse me, sir!" Of course the little scrum half did not look terribly dignified with an empty mouth open and rounded and with lips curled over her teeth: but she looked a lot prettier again once I had pushed my cock in! Do girls look at their prettiest when sucking a cock? I suppose that is a matter of personal opinion! Not surprisingly she had been a bit careful about how much she took in of her boyfriend. She did not want to choke or anything but of course I knew from earlier experience with the lovely Dharini that out of time such things simply did not matter - no gag reflex - so I could slide well in, and did! All very nice and, oops, was that just a little bit of pre ejaculate I felt slipping up and out of my urethra? Well, probably her boyfriend was leaking a bit as well though, glancing to the side, it was not obvious from his erection right next to me. Would she notice a little saltiness from the two of us? I reinserted the boyfriend, retreated and restarted time. There was a coughing, choking sort of noise. "Hey, too far, Andy, fuck that felt like the back of my throat!" "I was nowhere near, nowhere near that far, honest. I mean put your hand around it, you control it." Well, we do not want out of control cocks, now do we! There she was her hand wrapped around its base but sucking away seemingly quite contentedly on the knob. A pretty sight really and, of course, I wanted to feel that too - yes her hand wrapped around my own penis. Easy to swap over again, nice to feel the little scrum half's hand firmly clamped around my cock. Such a shame we were not good friends so she might do this in time. I would be happy to have the boyfriend there as well - all three of us in the shower, say, and with her hand each on a cock keeping them 'firmly' in control as her lips moved from one knob to the other until each in turn spurted! The girl practising, getting to like the salty taste of a man's semen. Nice to imagine the young girl keeping us firmly in control but there was the more immediately important matter of keeping myself under 'control.' The pleasant feeling of the girl's hand wrapped around my cock together with the lovely warm wet mouth, to say nothing of my thoughts about the shower led me to lose control - no, not of time but of my sexual organs. I suddenly realised I had overdone the stimulation and that involuntary action had begun. Worse if I had lost control of time as well - given those very sharp little teeth! The systems had started and the ejaculation was unstoppable. The fluid flow through pumps, pipes and valves had begun, all the complicated mechanism was in operation - the vas deferens contracting, the sperm being squeezed towards the penis base, the prostate and seminal vesicles adding secretions to produce that man fluid - seminal fluid - the prostate closing to shut the route to the bladder and then the intense contractions to pump the semen up and out of the urethral tube. It actually all feels so much more wonderful than it sounds! A very short time to make a decision and the decision was: to stay where I was! It was, indeed, really, really nice pumping away into the girl's mouth, being able to watch as well as feel - something I had been denied when her teeth had come down in the changing room. So, a really long delayed orgasm but a good one! Nonetheless, whoops! What had she very specifically said to Andy? Yes, no ejaculating - and what had I just done? Well, what was done was done. At least having been with Cindy the night before - well, I had heard bed creaking - there was rather less than there might have been! But I had still left a sizeable portion of my 'manly fluid' in the little scrum half's mouth. What would her reaction be? It would be amusing to stay and find out. I stepped back and reinserted the boyfriend and there they were. Boy with full balls and no doubt rather keen to cum, girl with mouth full of cum and just not wanting that to happen at all. The scene was all set. Lights, camera, action! Timestopper Begins Ch. 13 "Fuck Andy, you've cum in my mouth." She said in a mouth full sort of way. "I haven't, no not yet." "Well what the fuck is this then?" She was drooling it out into her open palm. It certainly looked like what it was! "I haven't cum. I really haven't." "You bloody have. Go on, if you like it so much you have it." "I haven't cum." "Well, what do you think this tastes like then?" Oh dear, that was not expected. One thing for the pretty young girl to have my cum in her mouth, more than happy for her to play with it in her hand but for her to plant her palm right onto Andy's face - splat on his mouth. Oh dear! "Yes, well perhaps I leaked a bit but I haven't cum. Really I haven't." Oh dear, that really was my cum all splattered and running down his chin. That had been for her - not him! "Yes, you fuckin' have. Go on, if you haven't then let me see you cum then. Come on, let's see it shoot out of your cock. You fuckin' prove it!" Her cum covered hand - yeah, my cum - gripped Andy's erection in front of her and wanked it like there was no tomorrow and she was staring right at the little eye at the end of his knob. "Come on, if you haven't cum let's see you spurt. See, Andy, nothing more coming out. Go on cum all over my face and hair. See you can't. You fuckin' came in my mouth and..." "I'm going to..." Not surprisingly really given what her slippery (from me) hand was doing to him. "Ha! If you cum I'll let you fuck me up the arse next time like you always want to do but you've cum and you're not go... oh, fuck!" Of course Andy had been telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth; it was just so funny to see his cock shudder and suddenly let loose a pent up spurt of cum right across her face - yes on her lips as well - but that was just the start; then came a stronger blast flying into her hair, her lovely dark curls. She was just so surprised it was hilarious. She let go but it just kept coming, on her face, in her hair, on her boobs. Yeah, it was one of those 'out of control' cocks! Fantastic actually and the shocked look on her face was priceless. So good in fact that I paused time just to have 'time' to appreciate the scene. Close up it was even funnier. And of course my view of them just stayed like that and would until I restarted time. The girl wide eyed and with her mouth open in surprise and she splattered all over with her boyfriend's ejaculation. Oh, for a camera - one that worked out of time (they don't). Her look and everything was just so perfect. It had even already dripped onto a nipple. Andy must have been saving himself and not cum for days! Or else if his member did not match his size (and it was very ordinary in that respect) then his prowess in the semen production department more than made up for it. I had to hand that to him - he could cum for England! It was such a shame I had just come and could not add to the enjoyment by - well - adding to the ejaculate. But of course, actually, I could do just that. My refractory period would be about an hour out of time - perhaps half if I really pushed it. Well, no hurry, I could read a book and wait. Andy and the girl were not going anywhere! And I did just that. A look around, a book selected, a comfortable chair found and I commenced to read. An hour or so later, I put down the book, stretched and wandered still naked back to see the couple - and of course they had not moved an inch. It all looked just as funny as it had before. She was still looking so surprised and Andy was still doing what men do, all over her face and hair. Once more I rose to the sight and stood next to Andy and began to wank. Pleasant to fondle her exposed boobs, pleasant to tweak and gently pull on a cum slippery nipple. So strange to feel the cum still warm after what to me had been an hour. Of course it would have been nice to have explored down below but that had not been the purpose of my hour's wait in the chair. That had been to make her even more messy - yes, even more cross with Andy. No need to get her unexplainably messy down there as well! I had not missed the girl's mouth open in surprise. It was not open enough to get my cock back in again - not without a lot of squeezing against sharp teeth. Feeling them scraping back and forth across my sensitive erection was just not going to induce orgasm in me; and I had a certain respect for the little scrum half's teeth - they worried me! But there was plenty of room to admit my spurting semen! Yes, it would have been fun enough to ejaculate over her face and hair and add to Andy's already generous splattering but I intended to push the soft skin of my knob right up to her lips, wank away and fill her mouth again with my cum. She would not like that and would think it was Andy - again! The frozen tableau was suitably stimulating: I was able to get fully charged up and on the knife edge of coming. A lovely feeling. The balls all drawn up, the knob all swollen and the whole shaft firm with excitement. How impressive for the girl if she could only see it. Not one but two magnificent (OK two firm, normal sized but well shaped) erections presented right before her; one coming already and pretty spectacularly at that; the other clearly ready to do the thing. You would have thought any girl would have been licking her lips in enjoyment and anticipation but not this one. Her look of shock and horror was a hoot. I pressed my penis to her parted lips and moved my hand at speed on the shaft. One, two, three - oh, yes it was so nice - that second ejaculation so soon after the first, less stuff but somehow more electric, more intense. Lovely to feel the semen rushing up the shaft and know it was steadily pumping into that pretty girl's mouth once again. I stepped back dripping a little on her chin and admired what I had done. Yes, you could just see the creamy pool in her mouth. She was going to be so cross! And really I could not understand her dislike. Surely I tasted just fine - salty, smooth, warm and creamy! I bent and kissed her on the mouth slipping my tongue in. Out of time French Kissing - how odd but it all felt very pleasant to me! Her warm mouth, her soft tongue (OK, yes those sharp teeth on my tongue) and the warm pool of my own semen. Yes, nice enough in my opinion! Perhaps she would change her mind. A careful squeeze and placing my final drop onto her unadorned nipple to hang there in a pleasing way. Time to go. But first to hear the result of my little escapade. "Fuck no, (splutter) oh, you've (splutter) got it in my mouth again. Fuck you Andy. How did you do that?" "I... I said I hadn't cum." "But you fucking had. You had! And look what you've done. It's not in my hair is it?" "Well..." "And it's on my... you came on my clothes..." "No, you dribbled and it was you..." This was not going to be a happy argument I could see. Unlikely she was going to invite Andy into the shower with her and even more unlikely he could do anything if he did. Of course if I waited another hour or so then perhaps. again, I could join her in the shower and... And the girl had promised to let Andy 'fuck her up the arse' next time. Would she keep her word? Somehow I just rather doubted; rather doubted she would spread her cheeks for him and let him lube her up. Fun to be there to watch, fun to join in... but really I just could not see it happening! I decided not to stay and hear the rest of the argument. Timestopper Begins Ch. 14 Andy's girl, the little scrum half, had, I thought, got very close to realising someone else had been there with them. Andy's apparent ability to come twice was improbable but, really, there was no other rational explanation for the events. Yet who was going to suspect a time stopper had been there with them? It had been a hoot. And then there was Mike from the office who was more than a little sure I had been doing strange things to him, actually was quite certain I had been doing strange things to him, however improbable and that I had some sort of power. I mean, he had seen me whilst all tied up - it was just his girlfriend who had no knowledge - and had no explanation of why he had come, suddenly, to be tied up. And then there had been that group of walkers. Well, the dark curly haired girl's boyfriend had certainly seen me doing 'magic' things and neither would have missed me actually fucking her for a few visible moments! The others in the party would only have been aware of the strangeness of the tall fair haired girl and the dark skinned girl wetting themselves. Did I care? Nope! It was all not very Temporal Man of Power with his secret identity - I was getting less secret about my power and finding it all such a laugh. I had not really expected or, indeed, wanted to see those annoying walkers another day but it happened. Pure co-incidence, but there, one day, was the dark curly haired girl and her boyfriend, hand in hand, right in front of me in the street. It is not nice to be pushed against a wall by someone bigger than you. Not good to find your past misdeeds suddenly catching up with you. "Hold him whilst I knee him in the nuts, Nathan." Not quite the demure little thing then. Not Nathan asked to do the nut squashing but the girl. But, of course, that was just not going to happen. He was moving to do as he was told but it was comparatively easy to extract myself from the situation; and make sure I could get away easily once time restarted. It does not pay to mess with TMP, you know! She had no nuts to knee but he did! Not so much a kneeing - I could be much more precise in that respect, an opening of the trouser fly, an insertion of my hand, and a very hard squeeze just where it was going to hurt. Precision work you see - not a knee in the general direction of nuts but close up and personal. A feeling around and then a pair of hairy balls right in my hand, cosily warm and thought so safe and secure, the egg shapes just so moveable and, like that, just so vulnerable. A rolling in the hand and then a sharp squeeze. I had done that to him before! I was not going to hang around too long having done that to Nathan. Free from being held against the wall I was going to run and there was no way they were going to be running after me - not with Nathan's squeezed balls and, for good measure, their shoe laces tied together. Funny to see them sprawled on the pavement as I ran away. Funny but I was going to have to watch out for them in the future, though. Pity she was so unpleasant as, on the face of it or indeed the body of it, she was a pretty girl. I had planned on a further visit to Amanda that Friday evening and to leave my 'calling card' but, reflecting over the course of a few days on the prettiness of the dark curly haired girl caused a change of plan and found me hunting out the unpleasant couple. So easy for me as I had rifled their pockets and knew where they lived. It had seemed prudent at the time - know your enemy. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer! I could see myself getting very close to the girl again. More was going to happen to them. I had not finished with them. It does not pay to tangle with TSM! I found them around at his and, unexpectedly, with four of their walking friends as well, clearly going to spend the night. The more the merrier perhaps. From their stuff it looked like it was a walking day on the morrow. A happy party around the dining table. Not just the dark curly haired girl and boyfriend but also the virginal pony tailed girl with the perfectly rounded breasts - the couple I suspected were not into intercourse as such. Well, that was going to change! Quite a bit was going to change that evening. The other couple included the dark straight haired girl with her slightly exotic look and dark skin - not the 'Nubian' girl but the one whose pants I had wet. My hands recalled the big breasts and dark nipples. Did I mention the dark tight curls down below? I had not forgotten them, had not forgotten how they tickled my 'fancy.' There they all were frozen in time at dinner whilst I explored, establishing by the bags in bedrooms they were going to spend the night. An interesting set of possibilities for TSM - a selection of three couples all in one place. Would they all engage in sex before sleep? The prospect of three couples 'at it' and me able to pop into each in turn and inspect what was happening in each bedroom out of time was a pleasing one. All those breasts to fondle, three wet and, hopefully, succulent vaginas at my disposal - yes to 'pop into each' in turn. I could enter room after room swopping from one girl to the other. It was going to be a good evening, a veritable orgy for me - assuming, that is, the sex happened. But even if it did not - the girls would still be there for inspection and more! It was a funny old evening waiting to see what bedtime brought. I spent quite a bit of it sitting under the dining room table listening to the conversation and looking up dresses - as you do. It was a round dining table with room enough in the middle and I did not get kicked by mistake more than once! The tall fair girl had a really nice little black number on but was less than modest about keeping her knees together - well there was hardly a need, after all who would be looking under the table! And delightfully she had no panties on. Sudden glimpses of her sex with its fine tracery of hair and little pink frills poking out were a real delight. Pretty knees with the cotton just above them and then a flutter of movement, a glimpse of inner thigh but occasionally a more spread view, all the inner thighs suddenly revealed right up to what lay right at the top. So nice to stop time and just reach out and up inside her dress to stroke and touch. As the evening wore on it became clear to me she was becoming aroused. My poking finger acting as a 'dipstick' detected a flow of wetness and all was, somewhat strangely confirmed, when her hand moved to her boyfriend and she actually got his cock out under the table. Yes, with everyone else around! There it was in her little hand and being fondled in a very friendly fashion and made big. Did the others have any idea what was happening? I almost expected to see other hands around the tables fumbling at flies, pulling out penises and working them. It would have been rather nice to see actually. I had the amusing idea of chairs being pulled back and them all rising from the table, the men exposed and manfully erect and being lead to their separate rooms by their respective girlfriends. Of course what would have been quite funny would have been to take the girl's hand on the other side of the erect boy and place her hand too on his erection, one at the top, one at the bottom, so each of the girls had a hand there. That would have caused a bit of a commotion, I thought, but I had other plans. It was not long after that the party broke up for bed, "We have a long day ahead," was the consensual reason. I suspected there might be other reasons and I was right! One by one, or two by two they used the bathroom - and one by one they undressed. Nice to watch when I could. A pleasing thing for a man to watch a girl undress. Much more care usually taken to fold clothes and just so much more graceful than the man. The men of the party just dropping their clothes any old how on a chair or the floor: but the girls so much neater. Nice to see the hands reaching around and brassieres unclipped followed by the falling out of boobs, particularly the dark straight haired girl with her ample breasts, wobbling in a most attractive way as she moved, her big dark nipples already erect. The pulling down of her green panties revealing her strong patch of dark tight curls. Curls that hid her slit and that special place men want to visit and leave their calling cards. The eroticism was not lost on her boyfriend, his penis erecting as he moved towards her; they kissed with his erection pushed against those very curls and his hand behind her holding a brown buttock. I missed the dark curly haired girl undressing but not the tall fair girl. I was able to hide and watch her with her boyfriend. I had already seen his erection under the table and it was still very much in evidence. A lovely little picture of the two of them. Him completely naked and sexually aroused and she still in her little black dress. Such an erotic little scene - naked man and clothed woman - particularly when she took him in her hand before they kissed. So nice to see that: a girl reaching out and taking hold of an erect penis. I think the intention was not so much sexual as to ensure his knob and particularly what is bizarrely called the 'meatus,' the urethral exit, was not touching the black material. A very practical 'girl' thing to be aware that it might already be leaking 'pre-cum' and she would not want semen stains on her dress. Hardly something you would want to find on your dress next time you came to wear it! Nice to watch them kissing; even nicer to see her bob down and fellate him - another wonderful image. The girl, her fair hair tied in a pony tail, the black dress flowing onto the floor around her knees and her pretty lips around his penis - that wonderful other sexual connection between man and woman. His face betraying considerable pleasure. Well, it seemed only fair I should share it! Time - or rather non-time - for TMP to don his special costume or, as you might put it, his birthday suit! Much nicer to be naked, if it is warm enough, when engaged in sexual missions. A careful hiding of clothes in the house and then I was back, ready, willing and able. Carefully I eased the girl off her boyfriend's penis. I have to say, again, that a girl looks prettier with the penis in than out, her very rounded open mouth made her face look like one of those ridiculous blow up plastic dolls with the big round 'O' of a mouth. But of course just so ready for me and so easy for me to make her look pretty again by slipping myself in; lovely to watch my knob as it touched her lips and then pushed past them into her mouth. Nice? Well what do you think! For the boyfriend no doubt her tongue was doing interesting things and certainly she had been sliding her lips up and down his shaft but for me I had to do the moving - time was stopped after all - or did I? It came to me that with her eyes closed she would not notice the change of man and would carry on doing what she had been doing - except on me! The problem was the boyfriend. Perhaps I should carry him downstairs and out of the house - with difficulty and without hurting my back - and leave him naked and erect in the street. Amusing to imagine his shock; him scuttling into a nearby garden and hiding behind a hedge before making his way back when no cars were passing and banging on the front door to be readmitted. Or I could just do it for a few seconds as he stood there beside me - frozen in surprise in all probability, not only finding the pleasant sensations on his cock suddenly stopped but me, the man from the walk, standing beside him, naked, erect and being sucked by his girl. Should I? Should I do it to feel her tongue and lips moving and to see his reaction? The tongue was suddenly sliding right up underneath my knob, tickling my fraenum and then wriggling its end right on my knob end - yes the 'meatus' again - as her lips slid. Crikey - was she trying to penetrate me, get the end of her tongue inside my knob? Fucking fantastic! Which was not quite what he said as his eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open (in surprise, I think, rather than wanting to emulate his girlfriend!). "What the fuck?" But I was 'gone' and he was back in position no doubt with the self same tongue now trying to penetrate him! "What, Wayne?" Her lips removed and she was looking up at him in puzzlement. "Aren't I doing this right?" "I... I... fuck, yes, Emma, but..." Just a bit bewildered. But there would be more to come. I had enjoyed that. Both the prank and the sucking. Crikey, to cum whilst Emma was doing that thing with her tongue... wow! In another bedroom Nathan and the dark, curly haired girl were already lying on the bed. Nathan really was quite a hairy bloke, now that I saw him again naked, and his not exactly friendly but certainly attractive girl was looking very nice indeed. They were kissing and engaged in foreplay, her hand curled around his hairy balls, his hands on her breasts and tweaking her sweet little nipples in a way I knew girls so like. Her thighs a little parted so I could see her sex all pleasingly framed by her dark hair. A sex, I recalled, I had first made all gooey in her panties on the walk and then had fucked again after lunch to the anger of Nathan. I could still remember the amusing sight of him running erect, chasing after me to no avail. Should I make her all gooey again now? Nathan's wandering fingers finding an unexpected surprise. Certainly the open thighs were inviting and it would be rather nice for me to be 'in' before Nathan had the chance. Nice to reach and spread those thighs really apart, see her labia open, then to touch and feel its moistness - that lovely wetness so slick and lubricating, just so right for the insertion of the male organ. Should I? Well I could at least try it out for size = OK I knew it fit - well at least I could try it again! And so one moment I was being pleasantly sucked by the fair haired girl and, almost, the next sliding into her dark haired friend - lovely! And, alongside me, Nathan lying motionless with his girl gently cradling his hairy balls. And were they hairy! Funny as well to see his hair was actually growing a little way up the shaft of his erect organ. That must tickle! As I slid backwards and forwards inside her I uncurled her fingers and replaced her hand with my own. Funny to feel another bloke's scrotum, all wrinkled and with those balls so easy to manipulate inside. A warm, hairy sack which she had been so carefully and tenderly caressing, just so easy to get at and move those smooth egg shapes around. A man has to be careful who holds his balls - who he permits to nestle them in the palm of her - or his - hand. Nathan was not being careful now! It is a sign of trust I suggest allowing another person to hold them; clearly he trusted the girl and no doubt she got a thrill from holding those twin organs of generation, so vulnerable, so soft and probably so sexy to her. They were not sexy, though, to me and I was an enemy. Nathan had not exactly endeared himself to me; the suggestion from his girl that he should 'knee me in the nuts,' was not forgotten. He had been prepared to do that - I could tell at the time. It was perhaps lucky for Nathan I was not a skilled surgeon. With only a small kit I could have made a small incision in his scrotum and carefully extracted and then removed both testes before sewing him up again. Imagine that - all of a moment finding himself gelded - a fine upstanding ostensibly potent erection but suddenly without the wherewithal to fertilise the woman. A half man with an empty sack- just nothing there - and not knowing what enemy had done it. Or how! It would have hurt as well, hurt a lot - for good measure. Of course I am not that nasty: no, not at all. A little surprising for me to have even thought of gelding - even had the idea. Nathan had not been really nasty to me: not anywhere at all nasty enough for that. But, as I pushed in and out of his woman with my hand cradling his delicate wobbly little eggs my fist did close once again squeezing his nuts. I had him, literally, in the palm of my hand. He would feel that alright; would feel that seconds after I restarted time. And of course squeezing an enemy's nuts as you fuck his girl does give quite a sexual thrill, a thrill of power and dominance. Crikey to have come like that - fucking the girl and squeezing my enemy's nuts! I gave the girl a really hard push and suddenly froze - no, no, no! The thrill had almost been too much. Almost I had come - so nice, yes, but I had more fun to enjoy, it would have been a premature ejaculation for me. Instead I could feel just a little flow up my urethra and imagine inside her just a bubble of semen forming on the tip of my knob - perhaps I had now come 2.5 times in and around her! I pulled out and there indeed it was - a little bubble of semen. Carefully I applied my knob to her little prominent clitoris and left the evidence there. I closed the thighs somewhat, mostly hiding the recently fucked sex and placed her hand lightly around the recently squeezed balls. Nathan was not going to like that. He didn't! "Fuck, Di, you've done it again. Squeezed too hard. Oh, ow, fucking ow, that hurts!" Good! My smile was broad. Out of time I moved to the third couple. It had been nice watching the dark skinned, straight haired girl undress. Always nice to watch a girl undress and see her gradually - or sometimes quite quickly revealed. Nice to watch the two come together and embrace, the boy's fine upstanding penis squashed between them. Nice now to watch them curled in a 69 position - mouth to sex. Easy to stand close as the girl's eyes were closed and the boy's face was deep between thighs - deep in her lovely thick patch of fur - and watch them in time. Nice to watch and listen to the funny little slurping noises! Not easy to find anywhere to put my cock - as yet. Well, there was his arse stuck up in the air but really that was not my scene - exposed and very vulnerable though it was! One thing to squeeze an enemy's vulnerable balls: quite another to... A lot of oral sex going on in the different bedrooms. It struck me as a shame they were not doing this all together rather than separate; nice to have done it in the lounge with the lights on; so nice to pause and watch another couple. So nice to swop partners I would have thought. You could even have an alarm clock set to go off every four minutes signalling time to change. Lips rising from one cock and descending on a different knob; tongues slipping out of wet holes and into different ones. A friendly thing for a group to do. A shame it was not happening: but it occurred to me I could do a bit of shoving in the right direction - yes, shove cocks where they were not expected to be - yes in holes they were not expected to be in! The more I thought about mixing the party up the funnier it became. But who to pair with whom? So amusing to stop time and check on progress between the couples. As if I was some sort of monitor keeping an eye on each and writing in a big notebook times and activities; a white coated technician watching on his TV screens images from cameras carefully positioned in each bedroom, a laboratory experiment in human sexuality; perhaps the video tapes to be played back at a seminar with commentary to the embarrassment of the participants sitting demurely ready for questions. Perhaps with a live demonstration at the end of the lecture. The three couples slipping out to 'get ready' and then brought forward naked; the girls requested to 'erect the men.' The men then walking amongst the audience in 'demonstration mode'. The males in the audience uncomfortable and embarrassed: the females looking with interest at the displayed erections. Copulation commenced and then paused so the video camera can zoom in and the lecturer show in remarkable detail on the big screen how it all works; the engorgement of the female vulva and then, giant on the screen, the approach of the male member, powerful and firm - the knob shiny and rounded filling the screen perhaps some six foot across, leaking slightly as it is pressed to the woman and enters. The audience stunned at what they are seeing in close up. Timestopper Begins Ch. 14 They watch as the copulations continue to their climaxes. The men instructed to uncouple at the moment of release. Giant on the screen the first penis pulled from the vagina ejaculating; the audience able to see this giant on the screen, the men required to keep their hands 'well away;' the knob twitching and then the semen flowing: or for real directly on the podium right in front of them; all clearly demonstrated - human ejaculation. Followed by the others. Applause, the participants bowing. I smiled as I made my rounds. No ejaculation as yet but already two couples were engaged in the act - but not the fair haired girl. It seemed, as I had thought, Emma did not want to go the whole way.- but that could be arranged. She could be assisted. Naked now, she was on the bed with Wayne, still nicely sucking and with her own hand doing a bit of self stimulation. Really rather nice! I have said I did not fancy sex with the men but I was soon pretty intimate with Nathan once more - he of the squashed testes - I mean taking hold of a guy's erection and pulling it from his girl is pretty intimate and so is feeling his wet hardness pressed tight against your skin. Hey what??? I was, if I may explain, carrying him at the time in a 'fireman's lift' and it was pressing into my back - of all places - as I carried him into the fair haired girl, Emma's, bedroom even as she sucked on Wayne. "Sorry Emma, I've got to take that away. I know it's nice but..." I could not get Nathan in position whilst she was sucking her boyfriend. I pulled her off leaving her looking like - well, with a mouth all round like that, she really did - one of those inflatable dolls. She looked a bit bereft without Wayne so I gave her my cock for a few moments. Carrying Nathan had required a lot of exertion and I had rather lost my stiffness in the process. Nice to just pop it into her open mouth and feel it grow. Isn't it just one of the nicest things to have your wife or girlfriend (OK, boyfriend if that is your boat) slip her lips around your tired, limp member and bring it up to a full stand? Nice then to return to the task and arrange Nathan on top of Emma, pushing their sexes together - inserting him all wet, slippery and hard into Emma. She may have had absolutely no intention of engaging in intercourse but that did not mean she was not all sopping wet and ready for it! Tempting to move from penis once more to Nathan's balls and squeeze but I had other plans and wanted him excited: not in pain. More exertion as I lifted another unmoving male body and carried Wayne not to Di but to the dark straight haired girl. Another swopping of partners, another wet erection against my shoulder. One more rearrangement and the deed was done - three mixed up but copulating couples. But I was not yet finished. The shock of each finding him or herself with the wrong partner would be fun and particularly so with Emma, who probably thought herself a virgin - not, knowing I had already dealt with that back on her walk in the countryside - yes, she was going to be so surprised and not at all happy. I could imagine her boyfriend, Wayne, on the other hand, might be rather pleasantly surprised to find himself enclosed within the straight haired girl's warm, brown snatch. Would he pull out immediately or try and enjoy a few strokes first? For Emma and Nathan the option of pulling apart was not to be. A judicious use of ties, belts and what I could find bound them together. Emma's ankles lifted and securely tied around Nathan's back; a belt tightly locked around their stomachs, another across their bums; shiny leather biting into their buttocks as it held them together; hands tied; indeed a couple rather erotically bound. Quite artistic really. Yes, strapped together with their sexual organs joined most intimately. It was not going to be easy to separate and it was them I was going to watch as time restarted. All this lifting and tying up had been hard work for me. I was quite exhausted. You can imagine my erection had long subsided but as I stood admiring my handiwork, particularly the rather kinky and fetish like bondage scene before me, I could feel myself erecting and there before me was Emma's pretty little mouth still in that lovely 'O' shape from sucking on the now absent Wayne. It seemed a pity to waste that and not take a further opportunity! How nice to walk up to her all erect and just place myself in her mouth once again. Delicious to slip in, lovely to slide on her pretty lips, lovely to push deeper than Wayne had ever been. Dare I risk restarting time at that moment? Dare I risk 'the teeth?' But she would think me Wayne and would be suddenly much more concerned by the constriction and certainly the penetration in her sex! The delicious feeling of being in a moving mouth, the staring eyes of Nathan as he saw me, the choking sound as I felt Emma trying to get me out of her mouth - well I was actually rather a long way in. I smiled at Nathan as my erection slid out of Emma's mouth and then, from their point of view I was 'gone.' "Get off me, get off me. Get out of me!" "Hey, I mean, is that you - Emma?" "Fuckin' get off me Nathan, what the fuck are you doing? Where...?" Their struggles as they tried to separate were humorous; the wriggling of Emma's hips; the pulling of hands and ankles at bonds; her cries for 'help.' So much wriggling, so much trying to pull the penis from her but all it was succeeding in doing was making it move in her vagina. That was obvious to me - and we all know what can happen then! "Emma, stop moving. You'll make me..." "What? Get off me, get out of me, you're fucking me." A bit obvious really. "I know: but if you don't stop I'll..." and then, "Oh no, I can't stop - I'm coming." "No, not in me, you mustn't! No, Nathan, no!" Her struggles were if anything even stronger. So foolish. "I can't help it, I can't pull out, I can't pull out - oh, I mean I am..." "No, no, no - oh no: I can feel it." I stood smiling knowing, as they could both really feel, that his penis was in spasm inside her, releasing the unauthorised special fluid where it had not gone before. A sound at the door. It was time to properly hide. And Emma could still feel it as the friends burst in. They had clearly come running at Emma's cries despite their own surprise at being with the wrong person. I had not stopped time and gone to see how they had been getting on; how Wayne had reacted to being inside the dark straight haired girl. Whilst time stop allows many things it does not permit me to truly be in two or, indeed, many places at once! Lovely to see the jostling nakedness. seemingly no one had grabbed clothes - boobs bouncing as the friends poured into the room, cocks still erect. "Untie us - please" Hands to knots, hands to belt buckles. Flesh on flesh The misdeed revealed. As Nathan was released and jumped up everyone could see it. Everyone could see not only what, presumably, only Wayne had seen before, Emma's fully open vulva, but also what was so very obviously present at the opening, even to those who could not stop time and make a close inspection, the presence of white male ejaculate, semen from Nathan's body. Rather a lot of it actually! And then there was Nathan's still erect cock leaking translucent fluid. The guilty member for all to see! And they were looking from Emma to Nathan. "You... you've fucked Emma... you've come inside Emma. I... I've wanted to do that." Wayne indignant, Well, so I am sure had all the men present! "Well, go on then Wayne. Do it now!" It was Di. "Please Wayne." Emma was crying. "I didn't want Nathan taking my, my virginity. Please do, do it." "It wasn't my fault." That was Nathan. "We've all been mixed up." "Wayne, do it now. You must." It was Di again. "What with everyone watching." "Do it." Amazing to see. Wayne actually getting on the bed with everyone watching, a man demonstrably ready to fuck and doing just that, penetrating Emma - everyone could see the act and then his bottom rising and falling as everyone stared. Amusing to see the dark straight haired girl's boy's erection firm as he watched and then his girlfriend's hand reaching and holding. "Shall we too? Keep them company." She lent forward, hands on the bed, her head quite close to Wayne's moving buttocks - perhaps she liked the sight - and the boy moved behind her and pushed in. Di too reaching for Nathan's cock but, of course, it was just getting smaller. Communal sex! All watching, as Wayne came inside the still sobbing Emma closely followed by a grunt and sigh from the boy behind the dark haired girl. "Now is that better?" It was Di to Emma touching her cheek. A little "yes" through the sobs. Nice to see Wayne rising from Emma and the other boy stepping back from his recent experience between the buttocks of the dark straight haired girl. Nice for me, you see. There were now two girls all ready for me and probably Di would be easy as well. Time stopped and the only man in the room with a firm and still potent erection stepped out. I was going to fuck all three, one after another. I knew what I was doing! Firstly Di. Well I'd fucked her before on the Downs and made her gooey in her panties. I was not going to do that now - just enjoy a few strokes. She was, as I expected, nice and slippery from earlier. An easy penetration and it was pleasant to play with her not too big breasts. Not really breasts for bouncing but certainly cupping and nipple sucking. Such sweet little erections! And I did like her dark curls. On to the dark straight haired girl - I really needed to find out her name! Well, just like her boyfriend I was up behind her. She had not moved and was still spread over the end of the bed. What a fine bottom to press against, what wonderful big boobs to grasp with fantastic, just so dark nipples. So nice to hold as I pushed in - a very easy entrance, after all she was 'sloppy' with her boyfriend's recent release. Not a problem to me. Old JT was used to bathing in varied liquids: the warm saliva of a pretty girl's mouth, the slippery lubrication of an aroused girl's sex or the special stuff placed there by a man. It all felt good to me! Almost an ejaculation but not quite. Really, really good to be fucking this dark girl from behind, her soft bottom just so very pleasant to push against, but now onto Emma. I got onto the bed on all fours and crawled up over her, penis hanging. I looked down at it. OK admired. I mean who does not like to look at his erection in the mirror and think how fine it looks? OK, we may think another two inches would not hurt - crumbs we might even be able to suck it then and that would be masturbation par excellence. we suspect - or we might like the angle a little more acute, or the knob a little fatter, or wish for the foreskin back again, or a nice shiny silver ring through it (or not!) BUT by and large we like to admire its potency and power - the way it stands so proud. It looked both potent and spent. It looked a cock fresh from intercourse and having cum - but the semen on it, strikingly covering its head, was not my own. I had not come. It was from the dark, straight haired girl. Below me Emma's open sex ready for me and already quite full of both Nathan and Wayne's ejaculate. Lovely pink lips a little messy with their cream and a more obvious creamy pool just where I needed to go in. A sex Emma had thought virginal only minutes before already had the product of two men in and around it and this was about to be joined by the semen of another two more - yes, that coating my penis and the still hidden contents of my balls. Emma was going from apparent virgin to being well and truly fucked all in one evening - well, within minutes actually! I lined up and sank in. 'Sank' seemed just the right word! I had been there before but not to do this! Tempting almost to start time and let all see who was causing all this mayhem but my bottom felt vulnerable! It was quite a long fuck before I came. So nice to be playing with Emma's pale pink nipples on her sweetly rounded breasts. A little erotic, strangely erotic, to taste the salt of her tears on her face as I prepared to add my slightly salty semen to her boyfriend's and friends' deposits. All very nice, even down to the squelchy type of noise made by the plunging of my penis in her soggy sex, as, indeed, was the culmination, taking myself past the point of no return and pumping in and out just that bit harder, dragging extra sensation out at the moment of coming, and then it happening deep inside little Emma's body. I lay sprawled across the girl, bottom uppermost, cock fully inside, balls resting up against her. What a fun evening! What pranks to have played on these couples. And how were they going to understand what had happened? How were they at all? I had been seen, certainly, but what did I care? They had been unpleasant to me up on the Downs and of course Nathan and Di had not exactly endeared themselves to me in the street. If they were not careful more strange things could happen to them and there was nothing they could do about it. Nothing at all! Hey, if they got too difficult I could tie them all up in a row and spank them or worse - all together! Soft now, I lifted myself out of Emma, got off the bed and looked down at where I had so recently been. Emma did look a little full - pink, swollen, wet and creamy all framed by her finely traced fair hairs. She was going to be really drippy when she stood up. I hid to hear the outcome of it all. "What happened there?" It was Di. "It was him!" "Who?" "I saw him, that bloke up on the hills. You know the one who we saw having a pee and then odd things happened." "Yeah, the girls wetting themselves." "I don't know how we..." "Di and I saw him again up there. I certainly did. He was... he was annoying us." Annoying you, I thought, you did not like seeing me fuck Di or how it hurt when you chased me. "We saw him again in the street the other day and... we tried to get him, but he has this power, he can make my balls hurt as if they've been squeezed from a distance, I think. He's magic!" "Don't be silly, nobody's magic." "He was here just now. I saw him when Emma and I were... I mean... who tied us up, who swopped us around. We've got to find him and sort him out." Emma stood a little unsteadily and then it happened. Everyone saw, a sudden running of white stuff down both inner thighs. It sometimes happens after intercourse unless you lie still but with four loads inside it was going to happen, big time - and did. "My dear, you look really fucked!" It was Di. Emma began to cry again. "Come on, let's have a shower." Normally I would have gone to watch. I mean two girls in a shower - perhaps with Di washing Emma intimately, trying to use the shower rose to wash away what the boys had done - all of them! But I had come and felt it was time to be off home and to bed. It was dressing and slipping away time. I did not like the sound of this 'sorting out.' A nuisance having to be careful - much easier being incognito. Had I made a mistake in letting myself be seen too much? But it had been a hoot! Timestopper Begins Ch. 15 Chapter 15 - Fingering and the reluctance of Jennie I suppose it is a debateable point but to me a girl's pudenda can be as pretty as her face - and as different from one girl to the next. And perhaps not everyone has realised just how sexy it is to see a girl being, now how might I put it, yes, fingered. It really does not matter whether the hand doing the work is male or female: indeed it can be the girl's own fingers doing the playing and, of course, that happens a lot! You have no idea, but quite possibly the pretty but very serious woman in the sharp business suit you are sitting with at a meeting has been doing just that thing only the evening before or even that very morning. No suit, perhaps no clothes at all at the time. Yes, had her legs spread wide and her furry place all wet, fragrant and swollen whilst her fingers pushed inside her and diddled her 'little man.' Perhaps she made funny little noises when she came. Difficult to believe or even imagine as you sit there. It can be a bit distracting to muse on the topic and lose the thread of the discussion. And of course not many people get to see the fingering for real - well, by a third person anyway - but it is different for a time stopper. It had been a hot day and it was a hot night. I had wandered down the road for a swift pint before turning in. As usual 'The George' was busy, so I stood leaning against a wall with my pint of bitter, thinking and idly looking around. I had seen her in there before and with the same bloke. A good looking enough lass, not a stunner or anything but, you know, easy on the eye and particularly so in the cotton dress pleasingly draped around her; she showing sufficient cleavage to catch the eye. Always difficult to paint a picture but shoulder length brown hair, girl shaped figure, nice knees or at least the one I could see as her legs were crossed, sandals... As you do, I got into conversation about the council's proposals for alternate weeks' bin collection - you know recycling one week, rubbish proper the next. The sort of interesting conversation you can have in your local with, um, a local. It was only later, when I left, that I found myself paying attention to the girl again. I had not noticed but they, she and the bloke, had gone out of the door a little ahead of me and were walking my way. Of course what caught my eye was the way her bottom cheeks moved up and down alternately under that cotton dress as she walked. It is a thing men notice, the way girls' bottoms move as they walk. Some women obviously deliberately exaggerate the movement and high heels seem to accentuate the movement. It is not so much a bounce or a waggle, though that certainly depends on the girl, but it is the sway of the hips which is just not the way men walk. The cotton just seemed to glide on her bottom as she walked: one cheek lower, one cheek higher, a tensioning of the cotton one side and then the other. I am observant, you see. So my attention was caught, caught by her bottom moving, rubbing against the cotton. A pleasant thing to watch as I walked along and then the man's hand dropped from her waist to a cheek. How nice to see it rest there as they walked along and then they turned to each other and kissed. Well, well, well I thought, this might be the precursor to intercourse; perhaps they would not really mind if I peeked a bit or, even, joined in. Well perhaps they might! Hanging back a bit it was easy to follow them and easy to slip past them out of time when they came to their destination. Easy to check out the lie of the land i.e. nobody else in, no dog likely to come and find me and suitable hiding places. I was becoming adept at this sort of thing. They settled in the lounge, which was at the back, on the settee having first made coffee, drawn the curtains and turned the television on quietly. Have you ever looked at the curtains drawn across the patio windows in your home and had the sudden feeling there was somebody standing behind them? Well they did not seem to have that feeling but nonetheless there was somebody there - me! And as I peeked through the gap in the curtains I received a bit of a surprise. The girl's dress had ridden up a little as they kissed and she was not wearing panties. She had been in the pub, as far as I could judge, with nothing on under her dress the whole time. No wonder the cotton had seemed so moulding of her shape! As I watched the bloke's hand came down and pulled the dress a little further up and then she slid a little further down the settee. I was treated to a grandstand view of her sex through the curtains. Her legs a little open, a fine patch of curly light brownish hair, smooth thighs terminating at their tops with the mounded roundness of her outer lips. I could see them, full and lightly coated in hair and curling over to that interesting divide that runs upwards, up to the now revealed bush. And as her thighs moved there was just the hint of protruding pinkness within the aforementioned patch of curls. A fine view and my penis reacted appropriately, indeed as a compliment to her. Luckily I was still fully dressed otherwise it might have poked out from between the curtains disturbing the peace and repose of the couple on the settee! Naturally his hand had not simply gone down to pull her dress up a little and let some cooling air in. No, it rested on her patch of curls. How nice for a man, or woman if that way inclined, to rest a hand there on that wonderful mound women have over their pubic bone. So soft and rounded, sometimes with hair and sometimes without, but either way with that intriguing little slit that leads downwards. And I was not surprised to see his index finger start to make that journey down the slit. It was one I was already very tempted to make! It was almost in slow motion. They were kissing away and his finger was gradually making its way downwards. Lovely to see her literally jump as his finger slipped over her clit, paused to tickle her pee hole, before moving on. Her legs moved a little wider and there was his finger right on her entrance. Would he? Would he push it in her body? Well, would you? Of course he did, just a little at first but there undoubtedly was a finger in the girl's sex and again she jumped and I think over the television I heard a moan as he entered. Out it came and in it went again a little deeper. Nice to see, a man fingering a girl. Really nice, really erotic. A hand at her sex and the girl open and accepting the liberty. The finger stirring a little and then a second finger entering. It would have been so nice to have joined him. Two men sitting on the settee either side of her and fingering; sticking their fingers in together and discussing what they were doing and the girl. Seeing just how many they could get in. Finger fucking her together as she lay back and surrendered herself to the men; letting them do what they would with her, so enjoying the feel of fingers running freely about and in her sex. Such a matey thing to do for the men - best with a girl each of course but why not share if not? A third finger, and then the motion of intercourse. Wrinkled finger joints slipping in and out, touching the labia as they moved; the pleasing sight of fingers inside the girl between her legs in that wonderful place men just don't have. Again over the television I could hear the moaning. Clearly this was working her up really well but there was no sign of reciprocity, no girl fingers moving to a zip and bringing out the undoubted erection to be fondled and manipulated, perhaps even brought to orgasm with all that entailed. No, just the one hand and the kissing. The fingers kept moving in and out of the girl; yes in and out of her delightful and pretty sex; I could see her excitement just by the wetness of his fingers - such a nice feeling for him and, of course, her! The fingers were slipping in and out just so easily and then there was the thumb playing with that sweet little bump. Yes, I could see it, the little erection, even from my vantage point - standing proud; anatomically related to the item straining in my boxers: just so much smaller! The cotton dress all rucked up, the girl's sex so wonderfully displayed and she was pushing against him, her hips thrusting against him; a girl in heat pushing against the invading digits as if they were a penis. And of course they could be. At the very moment she was coming – and coming she was just on his fingers - I stopped time and stepped out through the curtains. It was a shame I was still clothed as I rather liked the theatrical imagery of coming through the curtains. Not so much Shakespeare's 'Exeunt, pursued by a bear' as 'Enter man prominent with erection'. Of course divesting myself and hiding my clothes away was easy enough though always somewhat strange to be doing so with others present: not that they said anything, of course. So nice to take a closer look, nice to move the man's fingers in and out, but even nicer to remove them altogether and there I had it, yes all to myself now, this lovely pudenda all prepared for me, all wet, hot and surprisingly open. Yes, without the fingers, and with time stopped, the secret entrance to her body was very much open and potentially welcoming. Of course I tried it with my own fingers. Having been watching the man's hand at work it was inevitable I would want to do the same and how nice it was to be able to do just that - move my fingers together and push them into this girl's sex. Lovely and wet, lovely and soft, lovely and hot. The sheer pleasure of time stop sex in being able to touch and play with the girl of your choice's sex at will! Was I satisfied with fingers? No! Again with time stop sex no need to worry about the other person's needs, no requirement to fumble around in the dark, everything can be out in the open and, with men being so very visual in their sexual makeup, so easy to see the approach of the erection and watch the knob push in. Not that I hurried. So pleasing to kneel and bring my knob close and observe the juxtaposition of soft yielding wetness and firm masculinity. And just how fine my swollen knob looked, proud and potent, before I brought it closer and closer and then touched. The lovely wet feeling, so warm, so slippery, so feminine. Rubbing my knob on her clit, yes feeling the little bump on the sensitive skin of my penis head. The acorn shape of my knob at her entrance. Lovely to feel my primitive excitement, feel my erection standing taut and ready, feel my balls hanging loose and free; and lovely to see it all! A little push and the knob was in, a little further push from my hips and in I slid all the way, up beyond the reach of her boyfriend's fingers, amazing to think as I looked down at our mingled curls that my knob was actually somewhere up inside her, behind her tummy button. And so we fucked. I suppose it was more me than she as she was completely unaware of the slippery sliding and the quiet squelchy, sucking noise of intercourse. Our pubic hair becoming intimate on every stroke. Lovely! I paused. It occurred to me I had not seen or fondled her breasts: indeed, neither had he for that matter. How nice to pause, rest with my cock in such a wet, warm place and gently undo buttons, lift the bra and be able to handle a very pleasing pair complete with their very own erections - pink little nipples as hard as dried peas (well, she was in the throes of orgasm, remember, and had been, from my perspective, for about ten minutes!). I fucked on as I played. The big question which presented itself to me took me sort of back to Shakespeare: 'To come, or not to come, that is the question — Whether 'tis the time to let release The Semen and Spunk of unsuspected insertion, Or... ' well you get the idea! If I came it would certainly be quite funny to see the bloke's reaction when, having finished fingering the girl he took his fingers out! On the other hand I quite wanted to see what they did next and sexual play is so much more fun to watch when you are 'interested' and ejaculation does tend to lose my interest - for a while. Back came my hips and out popped JT looking a little flushed and certainly more than a little wet from his travels. I pushed the boyfriend's fingers back in and stood, Oops, I'd nearly forgotten to tuck the boobs away! Back behind the curtains, trying to ensure JT did not stick his eye out for a peep, I restarted time and let the girl finish her long suspended orgasm. As expected, it was now the boyfriend's turn. Orgasm passed, the kissing ceased but the boyfriend was looking with great interest at the girl's sex. She smoothed the material of her dress down hiding it from view. "That was fantastic, Johnnie, you do it so well. Magic fingers really. Would you like me to...?" "Can't we do it properly, Jennie, I mean I've brought some Durex and..." "No! I've said it before but we are not doing that. I'm a virgin and I'm staying like that until... Well, no man's thing is going in there until I am married." OOPS!!! Well, a bit late now Jennie. Sorry! "What about sucking me off?" "I just don't fancy it, Johnnie, I mean you might come in my mouth and I wouldn't like that." "How'd ya know until you've tried it." "It's all slimey and with those little tadpoles in it. No, I couldn't." "When I cum why don't you try just a little taste. I'm sure you'd like it really. It's not like fucking is it?" "Johnnie, that word!" "Well, will you try?" "I'll see. We had better get it out of you first!" "Can I cum between your tits this time." "Johnnie, language again. OK but if I take my dress off you might get carried away and you're so strong I might not be able to stop you. I'll go and put some trousers on. You get ready." Up she got and went off to find her trousers and I found myself watching, of all things, a male striptease. Clearly Johnnie thought it more fun to be naked than just poking through his trousers! He looked a bit of a wally until he looked down and decided perhaps he had better take his socks off as well! I frowned. What was it with these girls? There was Emma not wanting to go the whole way - a bit late now, of course, after my exploits the other evening - and then there was that little scrum half. She had also been unkeen on sucking Andy, her boyfriend. This girl, Jennie, seemed even more extreme. Johnnie was standing when Jennie came back. He was trying to look very manly but Jennie just laughed. "Don't boys look so silly naked with that thing. Either it's dingle dangling or it's sticking up like that. So not neat!" A bit deflating for us men! Johnnie clearly thought so, "Well would you rather have a naked girl here?" "Johnnie! Really, such a suggestion. But at least she wouldn't have that thing sticking up. Come on let's get on with it." Whether men look silly or not with their penises and balls, Jennie looked really fine. Figure hugging blue jeans, pink belt, no shoes or socks and naked from the waist up – just how I like girls to be! She looked really super and you just had to admire how those breasts wobbled a bit as she moved. No sag but definite movement every time she took a step. Very much breasts for coming between! Not bad really for Johnnie I thought but nonetheless - suck the cock girl! In her hand a box of tissues. This clearly was a very practical girl. A pity really - rather too clinical and not at all erotic! As she sat on the settee, and motioned for Johnnie to come forward, she carefully placed the box to her side. I had thought Johnnie would lie on the settee and have Jennie over the top of him and she rubbing his cock with her hanging breasts but it seemed he had to stand whilst she massaged him. It was almost as if he had been trained. Most men would have just grabbed those breasts but Johnnie waited, clearly relishing the proximity of his erection to both Jennie's breasts and mouth, but not doing anything. I rather got the impression that was the closest he would get to her lips. I rather doubted he would get so much as a lick! Jennie's hand reached but it was merely to pat the inside of his thighs encouraging him to spread them. Between them I could see his hanging scrotum - I rather had the back view now. Jennie's left hand came around and between his legs. "Right Johnnie, I'm going to hold these as usual and if you start getting out of hand I'll just squeeze. Right! I've got them both dingle, dangle in my hand and you won't like that will you? Now what is it you want to do? Do you want to do it or shall I?" What! She was suggesting he masturbated himself rather than her! "You please, Jennie." Well, at least she did it. I couldn't see as his bottom in the way but I assume she was doing the old fingering the male routine with the hand clasped around the erection. Yet, after a couple of minutes: "Are you nearly there, Johnnie, my fingers are getting tired." She really was not being fair on him given all the lovely work he had done on her. I was quite tempted to stop time, remove her hand from his balls and stick one of her fingers up his rectum. I am sure Johnnie would have liked that but she certainly wouldn't and how could she explain to him what she had done! It would be really funny. Perhaps that might set him off and catch her unawares! "Can I go between your breasts now, Jennie?" She wasn't letting go of his balls, I could see that, so Johnnie had to do the breasts holding thing himself, as it needed two hands, and squeeze them against his cock. Lovely warm, soft flesh to press against and move against, no doubt, but nicer for him if she had done the squeezing! Really, it seemed to me, she was being more than a little selfish and unfair to him. "OK, Johnnie, you may, if you really want." "That's so nice Jennie." "Mind you don't get your stuff on my jeans." She was actually placing tissues ready on her lap in case with her spare hand. "Warn me." I could not believe the unsexiness of her precautions. Why not take the jeans off? Couldn't she see the erotic appeal of cum spattered breasts just dripping onto pubic hair? Why not lie down on the settee and let him get on top and slide between her held breasts? Why not, actually, lie back, spread her legs and invite him in to do it 'properly?' She was being just so unfair on him. So unfair that if she had not had her jeans on I would probably have stopped time, spread her legs and inserted him! After all, I already knew a cock would slide easily in! "Jennie, I think I'm going to come now!" Johnnie was rubbing his cock very nicely between her breasts - a pleasant little 'tit fuck' for him but why was she not doing the job? It all seemed to be so selfish. "OK Johnnie, careful where it goes." Careful where it goes? Hardly what the man wants to worry about when ejaculating! Well, I was certainly going to do the worrying. A groan from Johnnie indicated to me the onset, that he was coming, and I stopped time just at that moment and stepped forward out through the curtains. This time my entrance had the dramatic effect I had desired of me being naked with my erection at the ready. Not that they saw it but it was, at least to me, suitably impressive. I could then see, see the pleasant spurt of Johnnie's cock up above Jennie's breasts, yes safely spurted up onto her neck. But this was not a single shot gun, but a repeater, probably a six shot and it was cocked, loaded and firing. More was going to come out! There were Johnnie's hands holding Jennie's breasts around his cock but easy to loosen, ease Jennie back and carefully bend her into position. Oh yes, you've guessed it, ease her mouth down a little until her lips were touching the smooth dome of Johnnie's knob. The urethral opening was actually open, I could see it and with the next dollop of semen actually about to exit and exit it was going to do with some force right into Jennie's mouth. It was not open enough to admit the knob but her lips were sufficiently parted for Johnnie's jet of semen to go right in. A little further push and Jennie's lips were, at least, squashed against the knob. Jennie was going to get just that taste that she had so said she did not want. Timestopper Begins Ch. 15 So silly on her part. After what Johnnie had done for her she should have clamped her mouth right over his cock, held his balls gently in a fondling manner rather than her vice like grip and teased him away until he could stand no more - and enjoyed what he provided! It was all going to be so different now from what she wanted. The chances of Johnnie's cum not getting on those jeans was becoming rather slim indeed! Funny to be moving them around with my own erection pointing away in front of me. That was not helped by a fondle of Jennie's really nice breasts. I was amused to see, as I moved Jennie's head, that I was almost poking her in the ear with my knob. So I did! I bet you haven't done that. Fucked a girl's ear! Well I have. Tempted almost to come there. That would have surprised her. Tempted also to do that 'There's Something about Mary' hair gel routine. I could imagine how cross Jennie would be to find Johnnie had got 'stuff' in her hair as well. Back behind the curtains, careful to make sure JT was not poking out and 'lights, camera, action.' "Groan" - from Johnnie. Splutter, "Fuck, no, what the (splutter)... Not my jeans. Oh Johnnie, NO!" "Ow, Jennie, that hurts." It all happened in seconds. Clearly Johnnie had spurted into Jennie's mouth as planned, she had pulled his cock back and away from her mouth , causing Johnnie to step back a little to the right and I had then seen his cock continue to 'come' right across Jennie's denim clad thighs. At the same time she had obviously squeezed his nuts. That made me feel a little guilty. I had not intended to spoil Johnnie's fun. But so fun to see Jennie looking horrified. She had been caught on the face as well - the third spurt, I think, had impressively shot upwards catching her on her nose, forehead and, oh joy, it was in her hair as well! It was not Johnnie's fault. Once started, a spurting penis does not stop until the ejaculation is complete. Johnnie could not just hold it back! Johnnie was breathing hard, his penis still erect and dribbling down Jennie's fingers. Funny - it was hilarious. As was Jennie's fury. But as Johnnie kept pointing out. She had done it, it was she who had pushed his cock at her face and then sprayed it everywhere. She had a different take on it. And he was not best pleased to have had his balls squeezed. So funny to see the argument between them. Jennie standing so attractive topless in her (slightly decorated) blue jeans, her breasts rising and falling with anger. Semen on her breasts, semen on her nose, semen in her hair - had she yet noticed? What Johnnie should have done was taken Jennie over his knee, pulled her jeans and panties down and given her a right good spanking - but instead he was pretty un-ceremonially despatched out of the front door, barely with time to dress. I was not at all sure I had not messed up a relationship. If it was a good one it would easily get over that but I rather thought Johnnie was well out of that one! Jennie stormed back into the lounge, still in just her jeans. "Fuckin' Johnnie," she said, looking down at her jeans. She reached for the tissues and wiped her hand and the bridge of her nose and looked at the tissues with distaste. Nice to watch her, though, reach for the belt, brass button and zip of her jeans and pull them down her legs. No panties on underneath. Clearly she had gone from dress to jeans quickly earlier on. I followed her when she went to the kitchen – well I had enjoyed following that bottom earlier - and saw her pop the jeans in the washing machine, nice to see her bend forward revealing interesting things between her legs. Now what should I do with her? Her hand reached up and she pushed her hair back. "Fuck," she said out load, "it's in my hair. Why do fucking boys have to do that?" Well, because they do! And at least once a day is rather a good idea. And of course there is the biological reason as well. If she did not like it then perhaps she should take an interest in the girls. Lots of fun there and no semen or poking erections. I know I would if I was a girl! Yes forget the boys and go for the girls! Not surprisingly she headed for the bathroom for a shower and, again, not surprisingly I followed. A wait outside the door and then, out of time, in I walked. Jennie was standing looking at herself in the mirror by the washbasin, presumably looking at the mess Johnnie - or rather she, or perhaps me - had made of her hair. Certainly she was staring at her face but all frozen in the mirror. Indeed everything frozen, even the water droplets in the already running shower. Everything frozen and silent except for me. There was this naked girl motionless in the mirror but reflected behind her was me coming up very close behind her. Now breasts are nice; girls' breasts are nice and I certainly reached around and held them in my hands, indeed it was nice to watch my hands playing in the mirror - fondling, tweaking, pulling at the nipples - but girls' bottoms have a certain something as well. They are so soft to push against, so lovely to look at in their roundness. And Jennie's bottom was very fine. There I was up close behind her with my erection nestling comfortably in the crack of her behind - yeah, it fitted so snugly as I pushed up against her. Very nice to rub it up and down as I fondled. Nice too to drop a hand and cup her pubic mound and feel all her soft curls before feeling a little further back to where Johnnie had been so expertly fingering her earlier. Nice to feel her plump lips and then push a finger into where she would be particularly soft. Nice too to find the earlier dampness had not gone away. All was pleasantly moist, in went a finger, then two, then three. Nice to finger fuck but... my fingers travelled further and there they were - my fine pair of hanging balls. Nice to stroke them too with damp fingers! A move of my hips and there was my knob between my fingers. I guided it forward and directed it in. And in it went. For the second time that evening I was fucking Jennie but this time from behind. Nice but it would have been better if she had been a little more bent over the washbasin - washing her hair or something! Crumbs! How vulnerable she would have looked bent over like that! Nonetheless nice to feel my knob sliding up and down inside her no longer virginal vagina. Though, again, notwithstanding what she had said to Johnnie I had my doubts about this virginity. Tempting to come, not least because the shower would wash away the naughty evidence of my misdeed - well much of it anyway. But I thought it might be nice to be with her in the shower. I pulled out and left Jennie. Restarting time I stood outside the bathroom for a few moments fingering my erection and feeling just how wet and pleasantly slippery it now was with Jennie's wetness. Re-entering the bathroom I got a very pleasant surprise. There was Jennie bending at the waist and putting the bath mat down in front of the shower and, bending as she was, there was her pretty little plump sex with all its fringe of light brown hair revealed, her vaginal opening a little relaxed from my recent penetration and looking so inviting; and above it all the young, tight, light brown anal opening - yes her little brown star. Fantastically erotic to see her so vulnerable like that. So easy for me, so easy for me to step forward, hold her hips, and slip straight back into her body but this time the whole way. I could slide right up until my balls were nestled against her. Full penetration with my knob right up against her smooth cervix. How intimate - and she would never know! Push, push, push. Delicious animalistic intercourse. The big bull (yes me!) mating with the young heifer; the bull's mighty cock up insider the young beast, his enormous low slung balls about to deliver! But was I content with that? My eye looking down was caught by the little brown star above my plunging cock. Should I? It was an easy matter to find some appropriate lubrication in the medicine cabinet, a nice slippery bees wax preparation for keeping hands supple and crack free in the winter. A big dollop of that on my finger and then I touched the rose bud. Round and round went my finger easing it. One moment a tight little arse, the next a supple one, so easy to slip a finger in. "Not your evening really Jennie, is it? First your boyfriend comes in your mouth and even on your hair - and drips on your pristine jeans - the next you are being fucked because you have been a really unkind girl to Johnnie and, what's more you are now having a finger poked up your bum." What a surprise if I had started time. Jennie squeaking at feeling the finger up her bum but then the screaming would have started. Two fingers actually because I was minded to put more than fingers up there. Yes, Jennie could be losing more than just one virginity that night! Lots of finger work, lots of easing to try and make her ready. I stepped back and admired the sight. No longer the tight little brown star but a rather oily and shiny, somewhat relaxed looking anus in the crack between her two pleasantly plump cheeks. The strange brown rosebud - the other entrance. A couple of pleasant slaps to those cheeks. I had thought she needed a smacking earlier and I was ready. I lined up at the 'wrong' orifice and pushed. Not easy, yet slowly but surely; my earlier finger work, the slippery beeswax and the steady pressure was doing the trick - Jennie was opening. And there I was staring down at Jennie's lovely bum with my knob stuck inside her. Such a strange joining. And would it not have been fun to have done that as Johnnie pushed into the other place. "You have been a naughty girl, Jennie, and this is your punishment." "I know, I know, I have been such a naughty girl," she would sob as the twin knobs sank further into her. "I'll never again..." But it was just me doing the work but even so my knob was sinking further. I was steadily feeding my cock into her. Slowly but surely I was going in, millimetre by millimetre. And undoubtedly this was something she was going to notice when time restarted. It was certainly going to make her jump. Tight, very tight. I was truly clasped. Sexually exciting - you bet. Did it take me long to come? I could hardly contain myself. I knew once I started the fucking movement it was going to happen. And I was right! Mostly embedded I started a gentle in and out movement but just a few slides and it was all happening, yes balls tightening and that lovely feeling. A groan from me - just like Johnnie - and spurt, spurt, spurt in Jennie's dark secret place. It was good - very good. So nice if poor Johnnie could have enjoyed it too. Nice to stand savouring the feeling as I subsided and, of course, out of time, Jennie's rectum did not shrink with me. It stayed open. Had I had a time stopping friend with me then he could just have slipped in as easy as anything! I would have made all the effort; all the careful pushing and pressure whereas he would have simply slid in and done his thing - had I had a time stopping friend. And what would that be like? A funny question that. Are there other timestoppers out there and can they join in a stopped moment of time? It is difficult to see how two people could stop time at exactly the same moment. It would be quite fun to have a timestopping friend. It is a bit lonely in a funny sort of way being the only moving person in utter silence. Male or female? Interesting possibilities either way! I stepped back and gazed at Jennie. Yes, she was going to feel that, no question. A sudden gaping of the anus would not go unnoticed. She might even feel pain from the penetration. Well, punishment indeed. It was tempting given the gaping hole to leave something other than my deposit in there. A carrot would have been rather amusing. Pushed in so far that she could not remove it until - well you know, she forced it out doing that not very nice thing people have to do every day. Or else with the end of the carrot sticking out still with all those green feathery leaves attached. Now that would be a photograph for a timestopper's album if - as I've said before - a camera worked out of time. Outside the bathroom door I restarted time. "Ow, fuck, oh my bottom! Ooh, ow, oh." And the sounds from outside the door of her getting into the shower. Well, I would leave her to her ablutions and no doubt gentle massaging of her sore bottom and the rubbing of a soothing lotion. Whilst she was showering I dressed and slipped out into the night and headed home. An interesting evening. Johnnie saved, perhaps, from an unsuitable girl and the girl punished. The justice of TMP is inexorable. Timestopper Begins Ch. 16 Chapter 16 - Tea time with Cindy I had always got on well with my neighbours, Cindy and Carson, they were so easy to chat to and Cindy was even a little flirtatious sometimes: which was nice! What they had no idea, but it was something I was very well aware of, was just how friendly I had got with them. I knew what they looked like naked, had sucked the milk from Cindy's big lactating breasts, had seen them engaged in intercourse, had seen Carson erect, had even handled his erection and moreover had fucked Cindy quite a few times. If you have a pretty neighbour you might well contemplate what sex with her would be like; you might even be thinking just that whilst you chatted away to her at the front of the house or over the garden fence: but with me I could go from thought to reality on the moment or, more likely, pop around later for some out of time sex. It was often easiest to wait for the tell tale noises through the wall and then nip around and join them in bed. Being next door meant Cindy was incredibly convenient: not that I did not wander further afield in search of 'relaxation.' Going to see work colleagues tended to require a certain planning. Finding out if, say Amanda was going to be 'in' on an evening by casual enquiry along the lines of, 'got anything on this evening?' Or perhaps the less double entendre of 'anything interesting planned for the evening?' All this required preparation and forethought whereas, by and large, Cindy was going to be in and available on demand next door. My intercourse with them was not only sexual, after all they knew nothing about that activity, and normal neighbourly relations went on just as before and I still got invited around on occasion. I even got asked if I would like to hold the baby. One weekend afternoon I had invited Cindy and Carson around for tea. I had even baked a cake - yes me! It perhaps shows just how in need of a girlfriend or wife I was! But with my recent transformation to TMP or, rather, TSM I felt a lot less need and thought a girlfriend might rather cramp my style and new found fun. The despondency I felt as I crossed the blasted heath when I had been, seemingly, struck by lightning had long left me. Nice to see them both; they were fun to be with after all and, ignoring the other fun I had with them (well Cindy really, but I did not find it a turn off to see them both at 'it') I liked being with them As I sat them down and Cindy bounced little Katy on her knee, a knee just appearing from under a rather nice orange cotton dress, and she talked about this and that - well Katy mostly - my mind drifted back two evenings when I had very much seen them at 'it,' or playing with each other, anyway. It had been a busy day in the office and I had wanted to go to bed early but had felt a bit, well you know, like it would be nice to feel a woman before bed! So I had popped next door 'on spec.' They could have been washing up, watching TV, doing the accounts or something. What they were actually doing was taking a bath but when I looked in they were not just sitting together in the bath. Hardly! There was Cindy sitting on the corner of the bath, one leg going one way and one going the other with Carson in the bath with his head right between her thighs, tongue probably inside her and his eyes looking up at her. Cindy looked fantastic with her big, milk swollen breasts complete with her big nipples; she was playing with one and her pretty face had a real look of sexual pleasure on it: yes, it did look like Carson was doing just the right thing! And down below there was her plump shaven mons, her little crack and even her dear little clitoral hood poking up just below Carson's nose This was a good sight, a couple playing in the bath. Could I watch what happened out of time? A bathroom does not really give much opportunity for concealment does it? You can hardly hide behind a towel. It would all have been so much easier if the couple had just invited me around to join them - but that was hardly likely. Very neighbourly, though three in a bath would certainly be a squash. I would not only have to be very friendly with Cindy but Carson as well! I'd have to mind where I sat! How nice to take my turn with Cindy - clearly by his erection Carson was enjoying the experience. The door was in the wrong place for me to spy through the crack; I could certainly start time and just watch and Carson would not have seen me but Cindy was looking straight in my direction; there was not even an airing cupboard for me to climb into. The conclusion: I could not watch live action. Bother! What I could do was touch and feel - certainly Cindy's marvellous breasts. All wet from the bath, shiny and plump with milk. Had Carson sucked from her nipples before descending to suck her somewhere else? As I had done so often before I sucked on her free nipple and was rewarded by drawing milk from her - so fresh and sweet - girl milk direct from the source. With my free hand I unzipped and brought out my cock. What a lucky girl - two erections in her bathroom! Nice to suck warm milk and wank at the same time. Do you like a nightcap? Is your choice a wee dram of whisky, a cup of cocoa, Ovaltine or perhaps a mug of hot milk? The idea of hot milk before bed seems terribly old fashioned to me - or at least had seemed terribly old fashioned - Victorian or certainly 1950s. But there is a world of difference between heating up the milk from the 'fridge in a milk saucepan on the stove and taking it at body temperature straight from a young mother's nipples! Old fashioned, maybe! Easy enough to imagine the bewhiskered Victorian gentleman doing the same - they were not was all as straight laced as is imagined - perhaps to a servant girl unfortunately got into the 'family way' but kindly kept on by the master of the house subject to certain 'conditions' the lady of the house hardly needed to know about! Nice to imagine her sitting on his knee, her breasts brought out and his whiskers tickling her breasts as he sucked. I stepped back licking my lips and let my clothes fall to the floor. It struck me I might as well take my bath straightaway rather than waiting until I got home; might as well take it with my out of time couple. I settled in at the tap end, though there was only just enough room behind the kneeling Carson. And what an unusual view I had of him! An eye level view of his hairy arse as clear as anything and between his thighs his hanging scrotum. Well, men have arses just as much as women. Up above and over the top of him I could see Cindy and her breasts - a much more pleasing view really. Looking at Carson's arse brought Emily to mind. Was that surprising.? Well, her brown rosebud looked much the same but, let's be brutally honest, much more attractively framed. Sorry Carson! The thought came that I should visit Emily again and her accommodating rectum. A strange little tableau to look at as I washed. Washed and dried I went back to Cindy. Of course she had not moved one bit - time had paused. They would both have moved a lot had they found me in the bath behind them! There was Carson still working away with his tongue somewhere very interesting and his eyes looking up at Cindy. My finger found her slit and ran down it to touch his nose as I began wanking again. I could have waited for them to go to bed or perhaps caught Cindy unawares as she bent over in the bath or whilst drying, but bed beckoned - I had had my nightcap after all. Nice just to look at the scene and wank; nice to stare at Cindy's breasts; nice actually to just come over them; yes, just to carry on and come; yeah, that feeling as your balls are drawn up and then splat, splat, splat all over Cindy. Crumbs to have started time at that moment as I was coming! Carson staring wide eyed in disbelief from his cunnilingus position down below as my ejaculation shot (hopefully impressively) from my erection high above him onto his wife. Nice to see a girl you fancy with your cum on her. Nice to see it hanging from a nipple, elongating and falling... oops, sorry Carson! Strange, actually, to see something moving that wasn't me. I presumed there was some sort of residual TS in my own ejaculation. Nice actually to bend down to Cindy and take her nipple in my mouth again and suck and experience the salty sweet mix of my cum and her milk. Kinky? I should think so! "Well neighbours, that's my contribution done for the evening, I'd better leave you to it and I do mean 'it' you know!" I could not quite leave them like that - not with all that cum on Cindy, nice as it looked on her, (and I could not really leave it on Carson's nose either!). A bit of judicious clearing up and then I picked up my clothes and went home and, probably, before they were out of the bath I was sound asleep in my bed. "She is a bonny little lass", I said realising I had missed the thread of the conversation during my reverie. I had not a clue what Cindy had just said, "shall I get the tea?" I had made the cake, even some egg and cress sandwiches - I have a penchant for them - but, would you believe it, I was virtually out of milk. How could I have overlooked that? I poured the little milk I had in the 'fridge into the milk jug - oh yes, I do possess a proper tea set, Royal Doulton actually - and even topped it up with a bit of water from the tap. Back in my lounge with the tea tray I poured the milk with my cup last and not very much watery milk went into it at all. The tea followed, pouring golden and fragrant from the teapot. I use Twinings' Darjeeling. The conversation flowed, sandwiches were eaten, Katy fed. Always a little difficult with breast feeding in knowing quite where to look but actually young mothers are very adept at getting baby latched on with hardly a flash of nipple. "I hope Katy does not disturb you with her crying." "No, not at all - well rarely, if I am to be extra honest!" "Or the bed knocking on the wall," giggled Cindy. Carson looked uncomfortable. "No, not at all - well rarely anyway..." Laughter but Carson looked really uncomfortable! Clearly he did not like his wife mentioning their sexual activity. If he only knew the half of it! Just how much I knew about that - and still more how much I was involved in the knocking! By the time cake was cut Katy was in her carry cot fast asleep and Cindy' breasts had been tucked away; the trouble, though, was I was out of milk and nipping out to the convenience store was rather going to interrupt things (about ten minutes in time or more if there was a queue at the check out - I suppose I could have gone there and stolen the milk out of time but TMP is there to uphold the law and not engage in the sort of felonious activities of a master criminal like The Joker or The Penguin. You can just see them plotting to steal a carton of milk in a rather unusual way can't you?). I had been increasingly coming to a workaround on the milk problem as the time for a second cup of tea approached. From Cindy and Carson's point of view nothing happened except that the milk jug suddenly had milk in it again: yes, one moment empty, the next half full and surprisingly frothy as if just freshly poured. I do not think they actually noticed that but certainly there was some surprise in me being able to pour the milk. They must have registered it was empty. And empty it was until they were not looking in my direction and I did my remarkable time stop thing. How nice to be able to pause time; stand up, wander across to my pretty neighbour and undo the buttons on her dress, one, two, three. No more undoing actually needed as I was not planning on anything coital just then. Well, it would not actually have been difficult to do more had I been minded. All I would have needed to do was draw the low table with the tea things on a little further out of the way, pull Cindy down the settee a bit, slip my hands up inside her dress and pull her panties off, take a pleasing look at her hairless sex, apply lubrication (if necessary and quite fun to do anyway) and slip in and do the coital thing. It would have been amusing to see her feeling a little squidgy down there afterwards inside the replaced panties. Amusing, if she was not already squidgy. You see, I had not planned anything coital just then but that did not mean I did not feel inside her panties and I had been rather surprised to find her actually squidgy in her panties; yes as my fingers delved I found the liquid stickiness of a man's semen already there. It made me wonder why she and Carson had done 'it' just before coming around to see me. Had they had a nap after lunch and woken up and copulated or, instead, with Cindy all ready in the hall, putting finishing touches to her makeup, had Carson suddenly come up behind her, pulled her panties down and fucked her. I could imagine her saying "not now, you randy sod" and that she'd now have to go and shower. But Carson, pulling her panties up having done his manly thing, saying 'No, you can go next door like that. I like the idea of my wife sitting all full of my cum round at his. He fancies you, you know!" I sure do! And it was tempting to do what Carson had done, yes, nice to think of her sitting there suddenly all extra squidgy - yeah, really 'loaded up.' Very tempting to have pulled that orange dress up, pulled off her panties and pushed in. But sexual intercourse was not my object of the moment though fondling Cindy's breasts did rather bring the idea to mind. Fondling was one thing but I needed her big breasts to do a job for me. Practised as I was, it was not too difficult for me to get Cindy expressing. Careful pushing and lovely fresh milk was soon squirting away into the milk jug. The sound exquisite. I stopped before it was too full. I reasoned they might notice if the jug was suddenly completely full - brimming with girl milk, fresh and frothy! But that did not mean I should not have a little suck on each of Cindy's swollen nipples and so I did! Time restarted and there we all were about to have a slice of cake. "More tea Cindy? More tea Carson?" They both looked, as I said, a little surprised as the milk was poured but said nothing. The golden tea splashed in from the teapot. A little different to the palate but certainly very refreshing. I watched Carson take a sip and back came my thought that he had not actually tried Cindy's milk. Well he had now! Difficult to imagine really, a man not trying his wife's milk. Given Cindy's tendency to be too full it was a bit unfair - not that I was not pleased to help, you appreciate. You can also appreciate I went around to see them that evening. I had got quite worked up just watching Cindy in her nice dress and well, drinking her milk as well, I needed release and release with her. I waited to see if there was any of the bed knocking Cindy had described - and there was! A darkened bedroom this time as I settled down on a bedroom chair to restart time and listen. Nice to listen to my neighbours having a pleasant time, the kissing, the giggling and the moaning. Unbelievable really that I was actually sitting in their bedroom listening whilst they had sexual intercourse. I was as naked as they, of course, and so pleasant to stroke my erection as I listened. "Ooh Carsie, that was nice, I feel really fucked. Have you come? How do you want to?" "From behind?" "All right, if you want." Movement in the bed as presumably Cindy got up on all fours and Carson got into position. Well, that was something I had to feel. Yes, my hand up under the bedclothes and there they were, Cindy in the classic doggy position and Carson covering her. A big double bed so there was easily room for three. And how did I get in? Well, I slipped in on my back sideways across the bed and facing upwards so that I could get my face right under Cindy's hanging breasts. Can you imagine the delight of sliding yourself across the sheets into the warmth of a bed and finding brushing across your face a pair of hanging nipples and all I had to do was reach with my lips and suck? And of course the milk flowed. Naturally how nice to have done all that with the co-operation of the couple. Cindy saying nice things about what I was doing and perhaps a hand firmly grasping my erection ( and hoping it was Cindy's!) as Carson fucked away at Cindy. But it was all very close to reality - albeit out of time. There I was with them in bed, in the warm, slightly damp feel of a lovers' bed with the very clear scent of arousal around me. And as I sucked on Cindy's nipples and drank her sweet milk I could feel around. Feel Cindy's hairless little snatch, her mons, her wet little clit and the firm manly hardness of Carson at the point his erection entered his wife and his slack, wobbly balls hanging free - all very slippery with his wife's excitement. Amazing just how far sexual excitement can run. So funny to feel them like that - all wet and slippery in my hand from Cindy's lubrication - and his firm shaft leading my fingers back to her wet softness. The human sexual organs joined, wet and slippery to the touch, in coitus. I was by this time in my development as a time stopper getting used to feeling cocks - hard or soft. It is a necessary thing, something I am no longer squeamish about. Sometimes they have to be handled to be removed to let me replace them with my own. Later they may need reinserting to recreate the position of the couple before time stopped. It is not unpleasant pushing another man's cock into a woman. It had certainly been more than amusing doing that with the wrong girls in the case of the irritating walkers - yes Nathan, Wayne and the other one. Already I had been noting their variation though Carson's seemed to be one I was handling more than most. Well, Cindy clearly appreciated his penis and I certainly appreciated Cindy so had nothing bad to say about Carson's member! Nice to feel around Cindy whilst she was actually being fucked. It was all so close to hand and open to my exploring hand, how soft and wet she was and pleasing to feel just how she was being invaded by that very male fleshy pole. Particularly nice as I knew I was going to be doing just the same a little later. Nice to move and slip my head right under not just the copulating couple but Cindy's sex. There I was right between her thighs, above me her sex - and of course Carson's cock and dangling items. It was hot, a little airless with scent of damp sex coming to my nostrils. How lovely to have been part of the fun, Cindy's lips descending to slip over my cock as I raised my lips to her slit and my tongue tickled her clit. I raised my head and whilst I did kiss Cindy's sweet little sex I also found a pair of hanging testes damp on my nose! It would, of course, have been nice to have let time flow but they would certainly have noticed - just a bit! Conceivably I could have knelt by the bed and felt the motion of intercourse, actually carried on with my intimate touching, felt Cindy's sex as she was inseminated and just possibly each would have thought my hand was the other's. But it was all a bit risky. Instead I retired to my chair as Carson continued to bang away at her from the rear. "Carsie, leave my breasts alone will you. They're a bit sore now. I don't know if it is little Katie or you've chewed them a bit too much. My nipples feel sore." Had I overdone it? Had I been a bit rough with those swollen knobs? Was I a bit more of a handful than little Katie? Perhaps she was fondling his balls as well to make him cum but the mention of sore nipples seemed to do the trick with Carson. A bit of frantic bed creaking, which I would not have missed next door, and it was clear he was cumming. And unbeknown to them there I was sitting just across the room, cock at the ready, to carry on where he left off. Timestopper Begins Ch. 16 Sleep, deep comfortable sleep comes with satisfactory intercourse and it was not long after the rapid movement of Carson's climax that the two rolled to their respective sides of the bed and steady breathing settled down. But not before I heard Cindy open a pot of cream. Lovely to imagine her in the dark carefully applying it to her nipples - crumbs how sexy would that be to watch a girl bare breasted, say in jeans standing in her room naked from the waist up, and applying cream to her nipples and rubbing it in? Nipples soothed; sleep soon came. It was nice out of time to settle in beside Cindy and feel her all warm and naked beside me. Even nicer, a little riskily, to let time flow and feel her breathing beside me. Even riskier to gently suck on a breast in time and so nice to do it with the heartbeat and breathing and everything but she did not stir even as the milk came. The milk delicious, the nipple cream a little less palatable! Could I, dare I fuck her in real time? It would certainly be nice! It was. My hand slipped down her tummy to her mons, all smooth and hairless as I knew; my hands eased her thighs open and in her sleep Cindy seemed content to let them be open; my hand slipped lower and once more my fingers probed into Cindy's soft wetness but now I could feel a certain stickiness, a certain stickiness just like I had felt that afternoon at tea - well if I had been happy to feel Carson's embedded cock earlier I could hardly balk at feeling his cum on my finger could I? The strangeness of time stop sex with another couple - a peculiar intimacy. Carefully I eased myself onto the top of the sleeping woman, conscious at the slightest upset on her part or sleepy comment from Carson I could stop time and 'disappear.' But there was none; just an "Mmmm, Carsie," half inaudible as I sank my knob so easily into her. Fuck! She was just so moist, so slippery for me and open. My knob probed and just kept going. Fuck! Yeah, absolutely, I was fucking Cindy in real time - for real! Her breasts against my breast, my face at her face and, of course, my sex in her sex. Of course it did not take very long. It was just so exciting, just so naughty, just so fucking fantastic! TSM getting so daring in what he was prepared to do, even risking discovery! Very gently - too much enthusiasm would very possibly have woken her. Push, push, push - slide, slide, slide - and all so slippery with both Cindy's lovely lubrication and Carson's added cum - then the lovely release. Of course I had come in Cindy before but not whilst she was moving against me - and she was, she really was. Seemingly asleep she was pushing against me as I released into her - lovely! I kissed her and eased myself off and down next to her and felt a hand settle over my still half erect cock. My sensitive, still leaking no doubt, naughty little cuckoo penis. Fuck - Cindy was not completely asleep. I froze, had she not noticed Carson on the other side of the bed. Seemingly not. Did she think he was at it again, minutes after cumming or perhaps think it hours later - or not think anything much at all? The hand stroked a little before coming to a stop. She had drifted back to sleep with me cupped warm and wet in her hand. What a wonderful few seconds to feel her hand moving - being nice to my penis. If only she did that normally. It was certainly time to go. Nice and warm though the bed was and so nice to have my cock held. Such a shame really I was not properly invited around for sex - Cindy could go to sleep holding a spent cock in each hand! Nice to stay tucked up, and I was certainly now feeling sleepy, but it would not do to drift off to sleep and be discovered in the morning! Reluctantly I rose and padded off downstairs and into the night. It was only when I saw someone ahead of me walking under a street lamp that I realised I had not stopped time on my way back and was out in the street naked. What was more, anyone who was watching could have seen me exit Cindy's front door with a swinging penis very clearly showing all the signs of recent intercourse. I needed to be more careful. It would not do to be discovered in my misdeeds. Not good for Mrs. Smale across the way to ask Cindy why I had been coming out of her house with no clothes on at 11.52pm the day before! Timestopper Begins Ch. 17 Chapter 17 - Emily once more I was having a whale of a time and even in the office my naughtiness was getting worse. It was remarkable just how often the girls were finding they had not done the buttons up on their blouses as much as they thought. The men were certainly appreciating that! One or other of the girls might bend to pick something up or lean a little forward at a meeting and realise too late just how much cleavage was actually and unexpectedly showing. There was the day when Dharini, Amanda and Emily all forgot to put their bras on. It was a hot summer's day and the men really enjoyed the shape of all those breasts pressing, with quite perky nipples, against thin cotton. The girls evidently so confused individually and puzzled that their forgetfulness was seemingly shared. The girls could see, just as much as the men, that it was not just one girl but all of them who were not exactly exposed but 'outlined!' You could not see it because of loose summer trousers but I bet there was an awful lot of male 'standing to attention' going on in tribute. Perhaps virtually all the men erect together at times even old Bill Campion if he could still 'get it up'! Funny the idea of an erection as a compliment to a woman but it must happen at nudist places. I appreciate the naturist etiquette is to ignore erections on the basis they are semi involuntary, are natural, will happen, will go away in any case and may, indeed, be just because the bloke needs to urinate but nonetheless you can imagine the scene: Pretty girl appears, having done her hair really nicely or something and a male friend says something like, "My, you are looking particularly fine today, Kathy." And his cock promptly rises to attention. Yes, it is the compliment I mentioned but nobody can miss it and it gives a bit of a subtext! It is an erection with a meaning - it means 'I would like to engage in sex.' It is not merely "you look nice" but "you look (fucking) sexy." It could be Kathy is with her father and it is a friend or friends of his who makes the comment. Imagine the scene, four naturists, Dad and three of his middle aged friends. In comes Kathy, who the friends, perhaps, have not seen for a year or two looking just terrific and not the little girl any more and the three middle aged men's penises all suddenly on the move. Their cocks stirring, swinging around and pumping upwards in very visible jerky movements as if orchestrated. Not just the one errant penis but three! What will the father think of his friends now all sporting erections? No doubt the daughter, even if sexually inexperienced, will have seen erections come and go at the beach or nudist 'camp' year on year and not be surprised at the transformation but these are metaphorically aimed at her - indeed may physically be pointing at her! In a naughty story the author could have the girl, if she was over eighteen of course - it would just not do at all if she was merely post pubescent - getting demurely down on her knees and helping her father's friends by sucking their inappropriate excitement from them. Taking their erections away one after another in a rather complete way. Yes, sucking their stiffness from them and with some pretty licking of lips to follow. But would the father then be able to restrain his own tumescence. Not really an attractive image but how will he help it when he sees the sucking? Her own father pumping up in front of her! Not right at all but perhaps the daughter has a friend with her who can help Daddy with his problem... perhaps the very daughter of the man Kathy is sucking! However in reality such a scene must be just so embarrassing for all concerned. Difficult to pretend the three upstanding penises, perhaps with foreskins sliding back of their own accord, are simply not there! The elephant in the room... and what if one is just so surprisingly big and no one can keep her or his eyes off it? Yes - the elephantine erection in the room! The thought of big penises naturally leads to Emily. I had been thinking a lot about Emily. Was she still flying solo - and how? I still did not know if it was men she liked or women or both - or indeed plastic! Was her sexual fascination actually with her dildo collection? But there again there had been the video - and that had involved big men (and I mean big!). It would have been nice to talk to her about it. Ask about her preferences, why she liked big men. Of course, let's be honest, I did not really measure up. Nothing wrong with JT but he would not get far in a screen test! What surprised me was just how extensive her collection of dildos was. I know some people collect postage stamps or teapots but this seemed an odd collection indeed. Again how nice to have talked to her about her hobby, perhaps helped her with her purchases - she even had one or two antique ones. I knew this because I had been around to her flat again. Nosey? Well, yes! But really fun to nose around and find these things. I was not surprised to find the 'strap-on.' Yes, it did suggest the lesbian interest but equally it might just be part of her collection - a purchase on a whim. Or perhaps she just liked to wear it; just liked to feel herself 'one of the boys' whilst watching her videos. Perhaps she liked to wander around her home wearing it, catching sight of herself in the mirror sporting her big upstanding erection. It was one of those with interchangeable penises so she could parade really big or with a rather smaller one best suited, I suppose, for anal work. Did she perhaps imagine herself plugging the bottoms of the big men in her videos as they plugged the girls? It would have been so interesting to know Emily's fantasies. How strange were they? Nice to have discussed them with her - perhaps as we both masturbated in a friendly sort of way. Easy, just so easy, for me to move from inspecting her place out of time to being there again when she was home. It seemed to be another evening in alone with her plastic friends and a nice video - well a nice video if you like really big men and one of them seemed to me really to need a hand cart to wheel about in front of him to support that appendage! How had that happened? Had he really been born with that? Nice to see the collection in use again, so many lined up ready to be selected. Once more I watched, once more I stripped. So much more fun watching this lovely big breasted girl when naked. And what a delight when she got up and picked up the strap on. There was something about the straps that particularly got me. Perhaps it is the same thing that makes garter belts have a certain something - girls a little strapped up. I am sure there must exist a special harness made of fine tanned leather with brass buckles especially for sex. A harness that fits all over the girl but does not prevent egress, merely straps her up. Imagine preparing the girl for intercourse in that, rather like harnessing a horse, pulling the straps tight and doing them up, the leather pushing up the girls breasts, the straps digging a little into her smooth thighs, the jingling of the brass rings - rings for attaching further parts of the harness or attaching to them for purposes only to be imagined. Perhaps the girl restrained - there is plenty of opportunity for restraint after all, plenty of brass rings - and it is time for the male to be brought in and he too prepared. The boy she is to be mated with, no, let's make it merely the first boy, there are to be others - perhaps you, yourself are the first, or are you the girl strapped and ready to be mated or, dear oh dear, are you a girl wishing to be mated with this girl - the two of you to be strapped together in interesting ways and closely supervised? There are considerable possibilities but, importantly, free will is not part of it. Others are in control. The girl is to be mated to whom they choose - it is not her choice. Yes, the boy brought in and similarly harnessed. Imagine the leather strapping under his balls and around his penis to hold it firm and upright. The leather digging into his thighs and buttocks. Does he erect at the sight of the girl or does he need manual assistance? Has he been denied sexual activity; kept from the girls and his hand restrained so his arousal is strong and his semen thick and plentiful? Or has he been regularly used and a little jaded? Are you happy to work him, bring him to a fine stand? Are you happy to apply any necessary lubrication making his knob all shiny and ready for the task? Do you slap his bottom if he is unco-operative? Does he need 'gingering up' perhaps? Are you happy to insert the ginger in his bottom? The boy positioned, the cock brought to the ready, inserted and the straps tightened drawing the penis fully into the vagina. It needs to be there - that is required. The straps are made fast - the straps around their hips made firm so there is no possibility of separation until the deed is done and the next male brought in. Already you can see the next male is standing a little away, waiting and tied; pleasingly erecting at the sight before him. Is he to be inserted in the girl's mouth or is merely being readied for when the first boy comes? How are you to ensure insemination is completed if the first boy is still unco-operative? He is restrained and inserted but you need to make him come. Do you use the riding crop on his bare bottom to make him flex and push or what else might you do? Thoughts in my head as Emily buckled on her dildo. Can you imagine how fun it was to see my work colleague with a pretend cock? Just so weird - not least with her big, big breasts. And just as I had the thought, Emily went to look at herself in the mirror. Well, haven't we all admired our erections in the mirror? Nice to come up behind her, out of time, and press myself to her bottom and reach around and fondle her breasts - so big and so much to grasp! And yes I reached down and held her plastic cock as I gently pushed into her - kinky eh! But of course so nice to be in her warm, wet place - so easy to enter given what rather larger objects had already been slipped in ahead of me. Just so nice to be able to take girls I fancied at will - and who would not fancy Emily! I had enjoyed fucking her in the arse last time but as I stood behind her fucking her properly - which was also very nice, pushing against her soft bottom - an idea came to me. What would it be like to have Emily fuck me in the arse instead? She was equipped for it - and was a woman (which sort of made it acceptable you see!). Well, it was an idea but you have no idea how difficult the execution was, yes, reversing into her whilst pushing the dildo up my bottom. I mean I had never actually pushed something like that up my bottom before. Had never really thought to, actually! It all took quite a bit of time - or non time. I had to borrow some of Emily's smaller dildos to get started; lubing them up and pushing them in; strange feeling! And then, as I said, it was not just lying back on the bed and sticking the plastic up my bum but reversing into Emily's erection whilst she was standing. I had to let her move first and then stop time when she was back by the TV and with space before her. All these practicalities had to be considered. And I had to reduce down the size of the attached dildo: I was not having the original up my arse - no way! Then with it finally in, and not having pushed Emily over backwards in the process and that was not easy- remember a time frozen person is very much like a shop window manikin - I then needed to get myself fully erect again and place Emily's hand so it was holding me like I had held her dildo, yes, clasped firmly around the shaft. That was all very nice - if rather strange - but I had another idea. I started time - I really did with Emily's hand around my erection and her dildo up my arse. Can you imagine her reaction? It had taken a lot of time setting up. But there I finally was, revealing myself to Emily. Not just that I was there but I was leaning forward, thighs spread, holding the coffee table and Emily's plastic strap on firmly pushed up my bottom - I felt remarkably 'full.' It had been so strange pushing it past the sphincter I can tell you. Her hand nicely grasping my cock and me turned towards her so she could see who it was - yeah, me from the office. Her mouth just dropped open as she took in the sudden change, her plastic strap on in my hairy bottom. "Emily, you naughty big boy, what are you doing to me?" It would have been nice if she had actually moved, actually fucked me. But she seemed rooted, as if still frozen in time. I kept to my role of acting as if we were in the middle of kinky consensual sex, "You're fucking me with your big cock. I didn't know you had it in you. But now it's my turn to fuck your bottom just as you've done mine. I mean, fair's fair. Just bend over, Emily my lad." I pulled away and turned and it was the funniest scene Emily standing there naked sporting her strap on erection and me equally naked sporting a real hard-on. Two erect men together - well sort of! She gaped. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Her eyes dropping in disbelief to my exposed erection. Well, you don't normally see a work colleague like that. "Us men, Emily - really don't we look a sight with our big cocks!" I moved behind her and firmly pushed, bending her forward exposing her back passage. In reality I stopped time to ensure I got her both in the right position and so I could get 'in' easily and was not violent in the entry. Plenty of lube. It was all over before she had time to think and react. Mostly done out of time you see. Before she knew it I was pushing, no, rather more than that, I was in her bottom hole and travelling inwards. "No. Fuck, no! I mean how? Don't do that." But I was going in, I was doing 'that.' I was going in all the way. My hand reached and held her plastic erection and pretended to exercise it. "Come on Emily, spurt, spurt big dollops of cum as I fill your bottom. Fuck, You're so tight. Such a tight boy's bottom." And she was wriggling against me, trying to escape, but not at all easy as she was well and truly speared - lovely sensations on my tightly held erection as she wriggled. Did I want to come? Did I want to cum! Just you believe it! But that was not the plan and suddenly I was not there, just Emily with her strap on and a dildo placed in her bottom. Funny again to see. Her shock at the change, her rushing around the place in a panic trying to see if I was there but still with the strap on and, moreover, the dildo still in her bum! It is just not possible to catch a time stopper who does not want to be caught. I was always behind her, looking from the room she had just been in. It had of course spoiled the evening for her which I recognised as a shame. I had spoilt her nice little evening curled up on the settee with her plastic collection. But it had certainly been fun! Eventually she went to bed but of course not alone. There was somebody else in the room, to say nothing of a vibrator or two. Oh, I had not missed that; did not miss the buzzing sound under the bedclothes. TSM does not miss these things. Emily seemed to have got over her recent fright. It would have been nice to have been invited around by my work colleagues to spend a night in their beds - the young girl ones I mean of course. Lovely to be slipping between the sheets to a warm Amanda, an exotic Dharini or a giggling Emily with jiggling breasts: but it was still nice enough to slip between the sheets to a completely still Emily. An Emily, though, as sexually excited as I could wish for on my imaginary invited visit. An Emily I was just as free to play with as if I had been invited. An Emily I could place a hand on her curly hair and slip a finger into liquid pleasure, finding a plastic vibrator well inserted in the liquid folds: a vibrator I could remove and replace with my own flesh and blood version; one which did not buzz and vibrate but was itself warm and malleable (to an extent) and had the important capacity to eject a certain warm liquid if excited enough. I was, of course, quite excited. Nice to be joining Emily as she masturbated in the dark; nice to slip myself into her from behind, nice to gently fuck her as she lay still, - and then, suddenly, her masturbatory fantasy, whatever it was, was real. It was not just her fingers, not just the vibrator but the real thing - such a laugh actually looking back! "Hallo Emily, me again!" I breathed in her ear as I moved in and out of her pushing against her lovely soft bottom - and it certainly was. Inside the proper hole this time. "This is so..." She shot across the bed pulling me from her, leapt out from the duvet and turned the light on to see - nothing. I had of course moved out of time. It was becoming second nature to me to flip from flowing time to pause. A way of being for me - like you might move seamlessly from French to English if you were fluent. It would have been really nice to have come in her but I reasoned that would have been giving her just too much 'evidence.' She was going to have difficulty anyway thinking this had all been her imagination. I am not saying I did not fuck her again that evening out of time - because I did and it was nice with the light on because I could see her as well. Indeed I fucked her several times as she moved around the room looking in the wardrobe and under the bed (you can imagine how vulnerable she was then!). I wandered back home but with a certain aching in the testicle department. Release clearly was going to be needed before sleep and more than likely good old (well not old at all really) Cindy would be in and 'available.' Home, showered and freshly naked I walked casually around to next door and let myself in. Starting time outside their bedroom I listened as I seemed to do not infrequently. The sound of deep breathing rather than rigorous intercourse. Perhaps I had missed the fun or perhaps it had not been a night for such things. Drawing the curtains to let in the moonlight I pulled the covers off Cindy. Always nice to admire her body. This time she was drawn up in the classic sleeping position. She looked so sweet. It was easy enough to rearrange her for my purposes - the standard missionary position seemed perfectly sufficient. Nice just easing her around, pleasing tugging up her nightie to expose her, moving her onto her back and then opening her thighs to bring her completely hairless sex into view for me to enjoy. Such a wonderful sight, her smooth thighs so soft and, just where they joined, the little divide going down to her pronounced clitoral hood, the oval vulva below all frilly and pink - just waiting to be penetrated. Had Carson done his marital duty that night? Had his erection been raised and his smooth helmet pushed into Cindy? I reached over and pulled Carson's cock out of his fly and peeled back his foreskin. It did not have a post coital look. Careful inspection of Cindy also disclosed a lack of lubrication, a lack of any evidence Carson had recently been busy. Perhaps he had been too tired. A lovely soft feel to her sex but just dry, not a hint of that lovely feminine wetness. Pity. I was going to need some lubrication. But first there were Cindy's breasts to think about. Well a little warm milk before bed is an old recommendation to aid falling asleep - perhaps with a little honey and nutmeg. That is often suggested. Honey and nutmeg - should I? It was amusing. Downstairs in the kitchen I found them in the cupboard (a quick turning on of time to switch the light on if you want the practicalities). Back upstairs just so fun dipping my fingers into the jar of liquid honey and applying it to Cindy's nipples. Now you will be thinking the honey will be running from my fingers and getting absolutely everywhere very stickily: but out of time it does not run! A little dusting of nutmeg and - wow - what a delight, Cindy's lovely big nipples all honey and nutmeg to taste and delicious warm milk to suck at the same time. Timestopper Begins Ch. 17 Nice to follow that by sitting on the bed calmly applying lubricant to the girl. Such a fun thing to be doing with fingers by moonlight, my fingers all shiny with one of her creams and making her nice and slippery as she just lay there with her legs open. Honey would have been even more fun, so tactile, so lovely to feel the sucking stickiness on our sexes coming together but even, I thought, that would have been a bit too much surprise for Cindy in the morning. "Shall we fuck?" I asked, but of course got no reply. Well, I was certainly ready, my erection as slippery with cream as her own sex. Carefully I settled myself down upon her and kissed her. "Ready?" As always I thought how nice it would be doing this in time with Carson and Cindy as a consensual couple. Carson encouraging me on and we taking it in turns to mount Cindy ensuring her orgasm (or, ideally, several). How pleasant to have chatted as Cindy moved from sucking one of us to the other. Men companionably enjoying a woman. But this was just me. Just me pushing at her sex and slipping easily in on the cream. That lovely feeling of first entry as you just go in - yes I had been 'in' Emily many times that evening but this was just as nice again! Great to take my time enjoying the feeling, nice to play with Cindy's breasts and suck yet more milk from her before asking if she was ready for me to come. Well, after all the fun with Emily I certainly was more than ready. I began pushing at her not gently but with some force. "I'm nearly there Carson, I'm about to inseminate your wife - again! Ready Cindy, here it comes!" And it did. I think it would have been a sight worth seeing - an awful lot of cum, an awful lot of spurts and all with considerable force. But all rather hidden inside and behind Cindy's tummy button. It was very nice. After a few minutes lying still I got off Cindy, pulled the covers up over her and went home to a well deserved sleep. I had had a busy and productive evening. Well, eventually, I had produced! Morning time saw me a little reflective. I was fully aware that I was being a little less circumspect in my actions. I now had another person who knew, or at least might think, I was a bit different. Emily was not really going to think that had all been just a funny dream. Was that really a good idea? I had also not bothered to tidy Cindy up after my exploits. Had she woken in the night and been surprised at her slipperiness 'down there' or more likely noticed, what I suspected was, a large quantity of semen seeping from her and pooling on the bed linen. Had she accused Carson of having his way without permission whilst she was asleep - a marital tiff? And then it came to me I had forgotten to put the honey and nutmeg away. That would puzzle her considerably - "how did those jars get there?" I did not really see Cindy as a problem. She was hardly going to imagine her next door neighbour had crept around in the night, applied honey and nutmeg to her nipples, drunk her milk, lubricated her and fucked her - was she? Though it would be a puzzle. Emily, though, was a different matter - a different order of magnitude. Emily did speak to me that day. I was rather worried actually about her reaction. Would she even come in? She did, if a little late. "I dreamt about you last night." "Really? Something nice I hope." "It was very real." "Dreams are sometimes. I always remember..." "No, it really was very real. You weren't at mine were you?" The ethical dilemma - did I lie? Well, actually, I was way beyond an ethical position with every pretty girl in the office - wasn't I? "Sorry? Emily, I wouldn't have any reason to know where you live, would I? Where do you live? I hope it was not a nightmare. Was it a dream you would like to have again?" "I don't know." Interesting. I had not expected that. "What happened?" "Oh, silly things." She left it at that. Pity I would have liked her to describe the scene. Perhaps I might have offered to try it 'for real.' What would have been her reaction? "Would you come around and fuck my bottom - again - please?" An interesting invitation. Timestopper Begins Ch. 18 Chapter 18 - a rival is undone I expect you have sat through some pretty tedious presentations and, typical man (assuming you are male of course) if the presenter happens to be female and attractive you will have let your mind wander to what is hidden beneath her clothing and how much more interesting it would be if she was naked. It must be very off putting to the girl if she suddenly thinks, as she looks out over the sea of faces, that all the men are imagining her naked and how much more happy they would be if, instead of demonstrating a product or a new way of doing things, she said she was going to demonstrate sexual intercourse with her young colleague. That would certainly get attention! No longer the tedious presentation to watch and listen to. So pleasant to watch the removal of clothes, Something worth taking notes about! You can imagine the talk, "The manipulation of breasts is so important to a woman. See how young Roger here does it, lifting mine in his hands and then alternately bouncing them up and down - and look at the effect that is having on his cock. It was all flaccid a moment ago because he was feeling shy – yes, everyone go aah! - but look at him now. What a stand! Go on Roger - present yourself! Walk about a bit, show everyone your shiny knob, yes really push it out in front of you, and then come back and we will demonstrate nipple play for men and women..." And so on. The awful thing was I was actually going to have to do a presentation. I have got better with practice but this was early days and really did not like standing up and talking in front of an audience - then anyway. I was nervous and, worse still, was conscious of the contrast I was going to make with a rival speaker from another firm. She was one of those modern women, you know, all concerned about 'their rights' and how women are so badly treated yet as happy as anything to flaunt and use her sexuality to her advantage. And had she been provided with the advantages? Oh yes: long blond hair, good height, certainly a chest to impress and all the slim long leg you could want. And she dressed to impress. Can you imagine the dress? Red with buttons all the way down, not a shirt dress as such as there was no collar; the bodice was cut quite low so the full swell of her breasts were visible; it had much more shape than a shirt dress but the buttons were in a very similar fashion right down the front. Bright red matching high heeled shoes – you know, patent leather. Stunning and sexual - all eyes on her, men with delight: women with envy. And as for me - not a glance at me! I was not sitting up on the podium with her but down in the front row as she talked and moved the slides of the presentation. A nice view of her from below and, I had to admit, her talk was going well - indeed had started so well and just carried on. She had the audience in the palm of her hand. It was going to be a hard act to follow – a very hard act. I was not happy. But TMP has ways of ensuring fairness is achieved. He believes passionately in fairness, in the rights for all men and women to be treated equally. He was, just so rightly, concerned that the balance between speakers would be achieved at the conference. Using his special power he could simply have removed her dress, bra and panties and left her suddenly exposed to the not inconsiderable audience. A great pleasure to see her run from the stage with those delightful boobs bouncing but it would all be too dramatic, too unexplained. And hardly fair on her, No, TMP was more subtle. It took Ms. Crawshaw some time to notice her bra was missing and her delightful breasts were almost spilling out of her dress due to just a few buttons having come undone. Buttons do that - well, sort of! The audience, though, had not missed that. Oh no! The women appalled at the brazen attempt to appeal to the men: the men fascinated by what they saw - that every movement revealed more, and there seemed the chance that one or other boob might actually bounce out into full view. The audience missed none of this, not one bit, but entirely missed what she was saying. Realisation caused a bit of a fluster up on stage. With one hand doing up buttons, a movement closely watched, she endeavoured to get herself back on track. It was not long before those same buttons had slipped out of their holes again and even a couple near the hem had strangely come undone revealing yet more of long legs. Buttons coming undone and realisation she had forgotten her bra. All this was upsetting Ms. Crawshaw's poise and delivery. In contrast I was becoming much more confident. Fairness was being restored. Buttons redone. Lovely to see her speaking, though, whilst doing up buttons. I recall at an effective speaking course the presenter warning against subconscious habits when speaking, like fiddling with your tie or appearing to be playing 'pocket billiards.' He said he had once seen a woman talking who started undoing the buttons on her blouse one by one and then done them up again. Apparently she was completely unconscious of this - but the audience was not and was completely mesmerised by the action. Not surprisingly really. Well Ms. Crawshaw was not undoing buttons but she was certainly doing them up - again and again! What else should I do to upset her? Take her panties off and add it to her bra in my pocket? Really slip one of her boobs out. She would tuck that back quick time! Seeing her doing up her buttons, and me actually undoing them was having the predictable effect on me. I glanced either side. I was not the only man who was somewhat 'tenting' in his trousers. A natural reaction but, whilst an understandable one, I hardly wanted to step up onto the podium when my turn came like that. It was unlikely the audience would miss that. And of course one way to make an erection go down was to perform a 'sex act.' Moreover it occurred to me that another way to disconcert Ms. Crawshaw would be if she suddenly found she could feel some kind of warm sticky fluid between her legs. All of a sudden Ms. Crawshaw went quiet, indeed the whole room went silent and I stood. "Jayne, may I ask a question. When did you last have sexual intercourse and did you come at the time?" It was actually two questions. Always irritating for the speaker as you tend to answer the second first and forget what the first question was. To be fair, my questions were short and related: not rambling and unrelated. But she did not answer. I paused, turned, and addressed the sea of faces. "Jayne, it seems, is not happy to answer my question, a question, I am sure, many, if not most of you, have wished to ask. An important question to which I do not know the answer but I do know when she will next have sexual intercourse and with whom. I also know she will not come. I am sure many of you have enjoyed her presentation and many would like to enjoy her. I propose to do the latter now." It was a little unnerving undoing my fly and pulling out my erection as I concluded my speech. I had been worried about ascending the podium with my erection showing in my trousers but I was now exposing myself to the whole audience 'in the flesh.' Flashing big time! I looked out over the audience. Everyone seemed spellbound - perhaps not simply at my words but at the size of my erection. As I ascended I spoke, "If you would not mind waiting whilst I inseminate Ms. Crawshaw. I am sure suitably enervated and having experienced penetration by my cock, which you can see here, she will continue with her presentation. If you could just talk amongst yourselves whilst we fuck. Please feel free to watch. Shall we see a little more of Ms. Crawshaw?" Once more I undid a few buttons but this time reached up inside her dress and pulled down her panties opening the way for intercourse. I am a practical man. It was unlikely Jayne was at all prepared for intercourse and lubrication would be needed. But of course there was something suitable in her handbag, Vaseline lip salve - an excellent choice. Of course I did not want to get Vaseline on my clothes. It was obvious my trousers would need to come off and actually it was as easy to take everything off. Importantly I took my socks off. I really did not want to look a plonker wandering around naked on stage in front of 100 people with just my short black socks on! Mind you even with my confidence at my TS abilities actually standing naked and erect in front of the hundred people audience was a little unnerving - as you can imagine! Easy to apply the Vaseline to my erection as the audience 'watched' making it all slippery. Crikey, I was wanking in public on a stage in front of a large audience! I was careful to wipe my hands on my handkerchief, back in my trousers, before lifting the dress up to her waist giving the audience the unexpected sight of a 'Brazilian' - I had not expected that - and to me the sight of a pleasantly soft bottom with two charming little dimples right at the top. I had ample opportunity to inspect Ms. Crawshaw. I took it. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I am about to penetrate Ms. Crawshaw. This is I am sure her first public act of sexual intercourse. I hope there will be many more in the future. If you look carefully between her legs you may just see it happen." It occurred to me the lectern was a little obscuring the audience's view. I moved her to the side so she was fully visible - or would have been had the audience been seeing - of course. "I shall insert from the rear so I do not obscure your view. I am sure next time we shall have video cameras so you can see it all on the big screen in detail. Are you ready, are you ready Jayne. One, two, three." And I was pushing in. I was actually fucking my rival on stage in front of an audience of a hundred people. Could I have actually done it for real in time - even if I was paid to do it? I doubt it. Embarrassment would have come in big time! But out of time - well I was doing it! My hands stole to the front of her dress and I extracted her boobs. There should really have been a round of applause from the audience as they were finally revealed after all the teasing and even a cheer as they came out. I held them for all to see as I began to push in and out of Jayne, my Vaseline lubricated cock sliding easily. Breast fondling and pleasing coitus. The sort of break for 'networking' I rather liked! As I pushed away at her and fondled her breasts it occurred to me I had not actually sucked on a nipple. Easy to pull out backwards and drop the dress right to the floor. There should have been a cheer as Jayne was finally fully revealed. Easy to walk around her exposing myself fully once more to the audience before bending and sucking on her little teats. A pity they were not hard but nice enough all soft to take between lips and pull or even squeeze a little between teeth. I left them a little bit chewed and wet before walking back around Jayne and re-entering the girl from the rear. I did not like to bore the audience for too long. They could not really sit there for hours as I enjoyed the girl. Well - actually they could! "Ladies and Gentlemen. I have an important announcement to make. I am coming!" Nice, very nice. But no polite round of applause. No shouts of 'Go, man, go!" I hoped I had not squeezed too hard on those breasts as the semen left me and splashed happily away inside Jayne to leave her rather post coital. Panties pulled back up before any dripping started. Dress put back on. JT tucked away. Jayne moved back into position. I was sort of disappointed by the lack of applause. Had I not boldly gone where every man in the room wanted to go... or come? Sitting back in my seat in the front row I looked up at Jayne. Should I really leave those boobs hanging out? I relented and tucked them back before restarting time. Oh dear, she stopped talking, goggled and looked completely confused for a moment. Perhaps I had overdone the breast manipulation, perhaps their sudden dampness was disconcerting or perhaps she had felt some after effect of my penetration. I had been gentle but of course her vagina dilated by my recent entry would be closing as she stood there and then there was the stickiness of my semen to contend with. Could she already feel that? But surely it would not yet be pooling in her panties, making her feel all gooey inside her labia. It was lucky her breasts were not out as well. I think that would have done for her - sent her rushing from the podium in confusion. Certainly there was murmuring from the audience as she regained the thread of her talk and her composure. It was to polite applause that she left the podium at the end of her talk, a lot less serene than when she had ascended but it was quite the confident me who bounded up on the stage, happily with no sign of an erection - covered or uncovered! My talk was fast flowing and fluent. I am self critical but I was good. Moreover it amused me to see, sitting where I had been sitting right in front and below me, Jayne looking more and more disconcerted. It could have been at my excellent delivery but by the subtle movements of her knees below her dress I could tell it was something else - she was opening and closing her sex, no doubt feeling the stickiness and wondering. Easiest to leave her like that but should I clear her up first so later, on personal and intimate inspection, she found no trace of the strange warm, sticky feeling she was having during her and my presentation? The latter seemed the more amusing though it was a bother with all those tissues and a wettened handkerchief as she sat there frozen in time with lowered panties! Practicalities of time stop sex I suppose. Dear, oh dear, I had made rather a mess... It had been an unusual, to say the least, way to deal with a rival. Colleagues were complimentary about my delivery. I had not, though finished my fun with Jayne. It is surprising how few people at conferences actually take advantage of the leisure facilities in the hotel. You tend to see a lot of enthusiastic men and women using the sports equipment at least - yes, the machines - all dressed up in their Lycra but not the swimming pool, steam room and sauna. I like a swim and so, a little naughtily missing out on the last conference session, I grabbed my swimming trunks from my room and headed to the basement pool. Freshly showered and leaving white towel and clothes in a locker, I wandered out and spent a happy time swimming up and down the not exactly large pool. What I was rather pleased to see, after a time, was Jayne exiting the women's changing room clearly with the same idea in mind. Nice to see her long legs again, nice to see how her boobs were tightly held by her swimming costume. A classic sensible one piece. If it had been black it would not have looked out of place in school. It was however bright red - rather like her dress and clearly a colour preference. Her long hair held in a pony tail. Nice to admire from a distance, something you can do as you swim up and down in a hotel pool of course. We did not speak, just a nod of recognition. Nice to watch her leave the pool and walk along its side. She had presumably had enough of swimming and I was interested to see where she went next. It was the steam room. She had barely closed the door when I stopped time. A plan had formed in my mind. It was very strange looking back at the swimming pool as I stepped out of it at just what happens when time does not flow. I had no difficulty in swimming out of time, in pulling myself against the water, only having been 'pulled' the water did not flow back. I had left a trench in the water behind me. It looked very peculiar. I bent and cupped some water in my hand but when I poured it from my fingers it did not go anywhere - just stayed suspended in the air. Weird! But time stop is weird - you would enjoy it I am sure. I was about to - again, "Well, hallo Jayne. Good conference?" She said nothing, she was not yet seated and she was alone. Time for her had stopped. "I wonder, Jayne, if you might not feel more comfortable in here without that. The 'that' being the swimming costume. Well you can imagine how pleasant it was to slip the straps over her arms and pull it downwards so her breasts appeared and just to keep tugging it all the way down past the Brazilian - and it was the full Brazilian, no landing strip, postage stamp or anything: just the little girl look. Well, she was out of it but the problem was getting it under her feet. I say 'feet' but she was actually walking away from the door and only one foot was touching the ground. Just the slightest flowing of time and she took a short pace forward leaving the costume behind - completely unaware. Out of time I stood and left the steam room. I would not of course normally do this but turned into the ladies changing room and left the costume, wrung and neatly folded on the side. Back in the pool I restarted time and carried on to the end of the pool before getting out and wondering back to the steam room. "Well, hallo Jayne. Good conference?" "Oh, hallo, yes I suppose so." Amazing, she had not noticed before but she did them. Her face as she suddenly realised she was naked was priceless. Her hands flew to cover her breasts. "I thought you were meant to wear a swimming costume in here though I would agree it's a silly rule." "I...I was. Oh this is awful." "If it makes you more comfortable I'll join you." And I stood and tugged my own shorts down. A nice thing to do with a pretty girl present. "NO! Oh, I don't know where to look." It was really nice. Sitting near Jayne in the steam room, water on our naked bodies, and being there naked. I wasn't erect or anything of course. It was a normal enough steam room with walls all damp, the slightly pine scent of the steam and those little lights across the ceiling trying to give the impression of a Turkish hamam. "That must have hurt," I said conversationally but very clearly indicating the smoothness of her mons veneris. "I would not want to do that," casually indicating my own hairiness but requiring Jayne to actually look directly at my cock and acknowledge its presence. "How has this happened. I mean... yes it does sting. I wouldn't bother unless you wear a bikini. Where's my costume gone? What am I to do? There's people out there." "Only a few." Trapped in a steam room with a naked man! What she hadn't expected to do was take hold of my penis. Suddenly there it was, all soft, in her hand with her fingers curled over it. A nice thing for a girl to do to a boy - friendly like. She pulled her hand away as if it was red hot (yes like a poker - well, that is going to come, as I am sure you can guess!). Her mouth open in astonishment as she stared at what she had just touched, quite disbelieving. And of course it stirred. I reacted as if nothing had happened - nothing out of the ordinary. "Of course the male Brazilian does give greater prominence, make it - the penis - look bigger, not half hidden in the undergrowth, so to speak!" "I'm sorry I did not mean to touch..." But she found her hand there again, holding something now rather fatter. Jayne's eyes grew rounder at what she was doing and then through the most precise use of time stop - rather like taking a single frame of movie film it seemed her hand moved and she tugged my foreskin down exposing my knob. And of course it grew! "This is very nice, Jayne. Would you like me to...?" She snatched her hand back, "NO! I didn't mean to touch. Don't touch me. I just want to get out of here. " Nice to be sitting there with Jayne all naked and me with a 'hard on' steadily pumping up as she watched. Great fun. And of course she found herself clasping it again, a full erection - firm, rugged and warm - in her hand. Nice for a girl - you would have thought. Timestopper Begins Ch. 18 "It's nice being held, Jayne, thank you. You have a lovely body you know. I really like seeing it though, if I'm honest, I prefer the natural look to the pubes but, even so, it's very sweet. Oh, please don't take your hand away, I like that." But of course she had. All of a sudden there were people outside the door - we could see them through the glass but only vaguely. I had to do a bit of quick thinking but, as always, TMP thinks quickly and has plenty of time. I got up and stuck my head out of the door. It was a couple of Jayne's male colleagues. I smiled, this was going to be even more fun. You should have seen their faces as they opened the door and took in the steam room. All a bit fuzzy with the steam but there, undoubtedly, was their pretty colleague; pretty and possibly difficult colleague, starkers and what was more with her hand clasped (again) around my very obvious erection. "Sorry... we..." I forestalled Jayne. "No, come on in, Jayne's just making me comfortable." Well, they were not going to turn down the invitation to be able to ogle Jayne even it meant they were interrupting 'something.' "Jayne thinks costumes are optional. What is your view." "I thought..." Daniel is a really jolly tall bloke I have really liked when I've met him over the years. He is as black as the proverbial ace: not simply dark brown but really, really black. Svein is Norwegian and as pasty white and Nordic blond as they come. Talk about a mismatched pair! Great buddies actually as well as working together. "Why don't you join us? Make Jayne feel comfortable". It was obvious they had seen my trunks beside me but could not see a sign of any costume for Jayne. They looked from one to the other and shrugged their shoulders. It was going to do anything at all but make Jayne feel more comfortable. "No, Daniel and Svein, please don't on my account." There was a hint of panic in her voice. Three pairs of trunks disregarded on the wooden bench; three naked men, one rather obviously erect; plus the important additional ingredient of a naked girl. What might happen? It has to be remembered this is not fantasy, this is not a story. Jayne did not suddenly get down on her knees and start with gusto sucking her limp colleagues to erectness before serially fucking us all and ending up with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her vagina and one in her bum. No, she just looked appalled. Strange really, you would have thought she would have been itching to see three virile members lined up for her inspection - had she ever been in such a pleasing situation of having three naked men to herself in a steam room before? Would she again? "Well, this is nice," I said. "Hardly...oh!" And Jayne found it was not just me she was holding but Svein's cock as well. Daniel and Svein were much more interested in looking at Jayne and it was easy to stop time and move Jayne's hands undetected. Of course having your penis held by a pretty, naked girl is going to have a particular effect and it did - and not just on Svein. Just seeing the clearly sexual action was enough to 'throw the switch' in Daniel's brain as well. For my part I like to see a cock erecting. Such a fascinating thing, such an unusual organ. And so nice to see when it is associated with a girl and the promise of seeing it doing its thing with that girl. Even nicer to have more than one erection and see them all in use one after another - OK, even nicer to forget about the one after the other bit: there were sufficient places for several to be in use at once. Yes for all three to be in use at once - Jayne fully plugged - but that was just not going to happen. "Oh, no, don't do that. I just want my swim suit back." "Where is it, Jayne? I can't see it." That was Daniel. "Me, neither," from Svein. "I think it must be back in the changing room, Jayne. Tell you what, why don't you borrow my shorts and run back, get it and then bring my shorts back for me." "Oh please! Yes. May I?" She was half standing, eager to be off. "Of course, but first, could you, would you mind, err, finishing what you've started? As you have started." "Started what? Oh no, I couldn't, I can't, I...." "It would really be nice, we'd all appreciate it - as you can see." Jayne could, she could really see. Three very visible demonstrations. Decision time. An exciting scene for us men - all hoping to be exercised by Jayne. "How can you take advantage of me like this?" "Advantage? But you simply started wanking me and Svein." She could not get out of that. "OK, but you're not to touch me." "Not even your breasts?" "No!" "Yes," I said, "just the breasts but nothing else." "No, oh, OK, but you're not to tell anybody else." "Deal!" I stood, offering my place to Daniel, "You and Daniel go - or should I say 'come' - first." Funny eh? Jayne did not smile as for the first time unaided she reached out and held Daniel as well as Svein. She did not at all grab. Her hands reached out slowly and with obvious reluctance. I have to say it was great fun watching. Just so lovely to see that tentative movement and then the initial grasp. A pretty girl taking hold of proud erections - erotic? Just a bit! Lovely to stand all erect in front of a pretty girl and watch her wank a couple of blokes, see her breasts bounce as her arms moved up and down whilst her fists worked the erections. See Daniel and Svein summon up the courage to reach out and touch her breasts (and see her wince); one boob bounced up and down by a black hand; one boob bounced up and down in time with the other by a white hand; synchronised boob bouncing; and then their attempts to raise a nipple each (successfully I am pleased to report). I saw Daniel and Svein look at each other in a meaningful way and saw Svein mouth a sucking motion and in unison their heads went down and they did just that! "No, not that!" Cocks released and heads pushed away but the thing had been done. The boys would always know they had sucked on Jayne's nipples. Any time in a meeting they could look at her and remember that. I would like to have reported Jayne insisted on us coming over her breasts; requiring us stand in front of her so our erections were really in her face, so to speak; make us spread our legs so she could easily 'play with those lovely dangly bits' (and Svein's were remarkably dangly actually) as she steadily built us one by one to a nice pulsing ejaculation all over her breasts - warm, copious fluid cascading over her mounds. So pleasing to her - you would have thought. Three loads would have decorated her nicely! Jayne would have looked just so good hurrying back to the changing room in my shorts with her breasts all creamily splattered I would like to have reported that: but Jayne did not really seem to be joining in the fun quite as she should. I had promised her the loan of my shorts and that was what she wanted. Who would come first? Svein actually. It was suddenly obvious to us all that his orgasm had started - yes the breathing, the facial expression, the 'ah, yeah!' Jayne snatched her hand away as an impressive pulse of semen launched itself from its end. "No, Jayne, keep at it" I commanded and she had to re-catch it and stroke it fast. It was hardly fair on Svein to release her hold at the very point he really needed her hand! Cum on his thigh, cum running down his cock and, nice to see, sticky white cum all over her fingers. All eyes then turned to Daniel's not inconsiderable member. Yes, as expected, he was a big boy. Jayne could not touch finger to thumb tip around it. I doubted she had ever held one like that before but she did not really seem to be taking the pleasure she should. Really she should have hopped up on his lap and forced the big shiny brown knob into her so we could have watched the long black shaft, well, shafting her, as she squealed in pleasure! An opportunity missed. Such a shame for her. Instead she just kept wanking it until the climax. Both hands working it. This time she did not let go and pumped an impressive loud from the man; unfortunately not on her but again on his thighs, stomach and Jayne's hands - of course. The white of the semen such a pleasing contrast with the blackness of his skin. Again something Jayne should have enjoyed - the aesthetics, if nothing more! "Do you want us to help you?" My meaning was obvious. "No - no, no. I just want to get my costume and get out of here." Silly girl really - I mean six male hands stroking her at once. Surely that would have been something else? Fingers in all sorts of places. Three fingers from three different men all inside her at once - and those perhaps just in her bottom! An orgasm (or several) to remember and perhaps wish for again, Two down, one to go. I settled myself back beside Jayne and let her just play with my cock. So nice to be wanked by a pretty girl; funny though to have an audience; pleasant to just relax in the steam and let it all happen. Time stop sex is great but it is nice to have movement and to be touched by the girl. You can imagine a slight out of time nudge was all that was required at the moment of my ejaculation to send the first couple of pulses onto Jayne's thigh rather than my own. Not what she had wanted at all. She soon corrected her aim! Breathing hard, still leaking a bit I said, "Off you go Jayne... and thanks." She moved like a shot, grabbing my shorts, yanking them up her legs, reaching for the door and covering her boobs with an arm as she did so. Sexy topless in a pair of men's swimming shorts - yes! She was gone in a second leaving three naked rather cum spattered men. "Fuck," said Daniel. "Unfortunately, not," replied Svein and the three of us burst out laughing. What an amazingly matey experience. We still talk about it. It is a shame Jayne has not suggested an annual reunion, an annual re-enactment: perhaps at somewhere a little more private. How nice to have a reunion like that to look forward to. Even better if it had been in line with Daniel's exclamation. How nice for three mates to meet up year by year whatever they are doing, wheresoever they are, whosoever they are now with for a repeat performance with the girl. How nice for her to know she has a night with three men all to herself to look forward to. A surprise perhaps for the hotel when four octogenarians share a king size hotel room for the night! She, for her part, has never mentioned it again. She was back pretty quickly with my shorts, glanced at the three of us, two already reclad in shorts, and said, "Not a word, ever." And just left. She did not stay for the sauna or some more swimming whereas we stayed for another hour, chatting, swimming, sauna-ing and showering and I can report that Jayne was certainly an important topic of our conversation. Timestopper Begins Ch. 19 Chapter 19 - Dharini again Lovely to be behind a screen in the office and overhear girls talking about private things. Dharini revealing, having got well over all the morning sickness of early pregnancy, just how much she was enjoying sex. The other girls saying "really!" and Dharini being quite graphic about it all. So funny to hear what girls talk about. Men would not do that at all. We don't talk about orgasms except in a round about sort of way. It was clearly time to revisit Dharini and husband at home, indeed inspect a naked but pregnant Dharini and no doubt do that orgasm thing! I made a mental note. By the time I got around to the visit Dharini was not just pregnant but very pregnant. Even under her sari you could not miss that. There is something about the pregnant girl, and I had found that with Cindy - the swollen with child look - that is rather sexy. It is a choice thing and many men would disagree and not a few women, I expect. What is it about pregnancy? Those extra curves, the feminine thing which men cannot do, the very clear indication that she has been engaged in sex with a man (well, probably only these days: after all it might have been a female technician with a syringe and a white coat - though nicer to imagine that is all she is wearing...) and of course the larger breasts that come with pregnancy. The prominent stomach can be very dramatic especially when seen naked and I was very much looking forward to that, yes, seeing Dharini naked. I was also hoping to catch Aja and she engaged in sex as well. It would be nice to see how they managed conjugal relations with the 'bump.' Just nice of course to see the conjugal relations, the two of them working together in that fascinating and intimate way, but, of course, so nice for me to join in as well if they did not mind. I was sure, in the event of me turning up, they would not raise any objections... And then there was the practical consideration of whether they would be alone when I visited and not have guests - hopefully not. Dharini, certainly, very publically showed every day she had experienced sex with a man. Yes, there she was walking around the office making a public statement that she has had indeed had a penis within her, a penis that had been hard, a penis that had been moved rhythmically and the knob had spoken. I have mentioned before just how attractive a penis recipient she was. I cannot at all have been the only man who would have very much liked to have inserted himself: I also rather suspected, indeed was, near as dash it, sure that I was the only man in the office actually to have done that with her for real! I was not averse to doing it again and, actually, again. Delectable Dharini indeed. Aja and Dharini were not engaged in sex - yet - when I got there. Aja was watching television in the lounge but Dharini was delightfully in her bath. Such a nice thing to see a girl naked in her bath - nice to see a girl without clothes most any time I suppose - but particularly nice in a bath. The water on her skin, the flush from the hot water, the slipperiness of the soap - oh yes we like girls 'wet!' Isn't that such a nice word, such a word with loaded anticipation? Your girlfriend or wife whispers to you on the train on the way home, at a party or anywhere at all, "I'm really wet." No, you don't look to see if she has been out in the rain, and then she carries on, "I can't wait to get you home." Well, nor can you - and it is almost why wait? Why wait indeed! Perhaps you do not and your hand slips into her panties and your fingers confirm the veracity of her statement - all is running with soft lubrication, your fingers are in a pool of hot liquid, everything so soft and, well, 'wet!' It is the word not to use when a colleague - a pretty girl colleague - comes in from getting her lunchtime sandwiches and been caught in the rain, "Are you a bit wet, Sally?" The office may dissolve into laughter around you. I stood in the bathroom, closing the door and stood there, a little behind Dharini where she could not see me and let time flow. Lovely to see her beautiful coffee brown skin moving, her hands roaming as she washed herself, one hand steadying herself on the bath's side as she lifted her bottom up to wash herself below. What fine wide child bearing hips, what a lovely round bottom and so pleasing to see the water dripping and running from her - splish, splash. Pleasant for once to hear sound during my activities yet, even so, nice to stop time and sound and then to help her, yes lather up my hands and wash all her lovely intimate bits for her, including her wrinkled little rubbery bottom hole. And did I stick a soapy finger in there? Well, of course I did! You know bottom holes are not really very 'nice' but yet still so fascinating and why not poke her there whilst my hands were all soapy? Why not indeed! And the fascinatingly grown stomach. So big to the front of her. Nice to wash with the soap as well, glide my fingers over the stretched brown skin and touch the protruding tummy button. Could I resist the damp breasts as well? Again, of course not! Lovely to feel them all slippery and soapy and weren't they just getting bigger - and so, as well, were those black nipples. Her body readying itself to feed the baby and, you never know, perhaps Aja and myself on occasion. Nice to feel her nipples in the palms of my hands as I grasped the soft skin of her breasts - big and full. And what was this? Dharini's mouth was open - well I did not put a soapy finger in there of course - soap tastes just horrible. I had something a lot more suitable and not at all soapy. I stripped and stepped into the bath between Dharini's legs and presented myself. Could I? Was there room to get past the teeth? Yes, just, but it was a scrape - literally! But so nice to look down and see my cock in delectable Dharini's mouth once again. Such a pleasure. It was not possible to slide back and forth unfortunately so the pleasure really was in being there not in moving. But just so very pleasant being there within the warm bath of Dharini's mouth. Nice just to stand there erect and held. Visually most appealing - particularly as I could see myself and Dharini in the bathroom mirror. What an image. Nice to look down and see Dharini but equally great to turn my head and see the scene from the different angle in the mirror as if in a photograph. Pleasing to be able to reach a out and pick up a shaving mirror and hold it at various angles. All very visual! And of course seeing myself in the third person - Delectable Dharini with a man (me) and his penis in her mouth. What to do next? Without movement I was not going to reach a climax and, in any case, I was hoping to fuck Dharini that evening. It had been wonderful that time with the banana coming in her mouth. Really I should do that again - but what now? Probably the next thing was to pick up my clothes, retreat, hide and wait for developments. Hopefully bedtime for Dharini and Aja and some pleasing copulation. Unfortunately there was a problem with this plan as I soon discovered. It was one thing squeezing and scraping my cock past Dharini's teeth: quite another extracting it. I was a bit stuck. I was stuck naked, standing in Dharini's bath with my erection in her mouth. I could hardly restart time and say, "Sorry Dharini my knob is stuck in your mouth, could you release it please?" A rather naughty predicament. A bit like Nathan and Emma bound together unable to separate and her delightful attempts to get away which only created more danger, only stimulated Nathan the more until completely beyond his control he climaxed. Oh yes, that had been so funny! An unintended ejaculation in the wrong place. This time, though, it was I that was caught. Perhaps there was, actually, sufficient exposed shaft for me to have stimulated myself to ejaculation and my cock then to have gone 'down' but, in the event, I adopted the other option to reduce my erection by thinking about other things. Not easy trying to ignore the fact my cock was in an ever so pretty girl's mouth as I stood in the pleasingly hot water of her bath and thought about mundane things like my domestic accounts and tax return! Eventually I subsided enough - tax really is not that erotic - and was able to free myself, step from the bath, gather my clothes and go and hide and await developments. Nice, a little later, to hear Dharini go by and find her downstairs with Aja. There they were with Dharini clad in just her bath towel. Not surprisingly the television had lost its interest for him! Clearly this was not an unusual occurrence. The players knew their roles. Dharini settled herself down on the settee and opened her legs within her big bath towel and in seconds Aja had his head down inside her bath towel clearly performing the male homage to the vulva - yes that sexual kissing of the female pudenda, yes cunnilingus, the use of the tongue in the... A very happy, relaxed smile on Dharini's face as she settled back on the settee and looked at the television. Nice to have all that being done for her, how simply delightful for her, all those pleasing intimate sensations brought about by Aja's probing tongue - though it has to be said it all looked rather silly really. Aja's kneeling with his head hidden inside Dharini's towel. He was good, Aja did not hurry and it all went on for a good five minutes before he reappeared. A quick kiss and he was off upstairs leaving Dharini to me - though neither realised that! Unfortunately not in time. From behind the curtains and, regrettably, out of time I appeared in my current TMP costume - yes absolutely nothing at all and with my 'wand of power' ready. Just like Aja I knelt and entered that wonderful warm dark place between Dharini's thighs within the bath towel. So nice just nuzzling in, my head and ears sliding past those so smooth brown thighs, the damp hot scent intoxicating. Clearly Aja had got her nicely worked up. Amazing to think I had been talking to Dharini only a few hours before in the office about some work matter and here I was about to... she would just not believe it! A little further and there my face up against her soft wet flesh - and was it wet! There were the delightful little flaps of her labia minora for me to suck and play with using lips and tongue. Out of time, of course, when I pulled they stayed pulled, stayed elongated away from her body. No doubt Aja had been doing the same thing moments before but they would have pulled themselves back into shape when he let go - but not for me. My probing tongue slipped right up into her, into that moist slippery tunnel up into her body - the tunnel I had entered before on another occasion with my rather more substantial genital probe and indeed the very tunnel Aja's cock had entered to fertilise and create the baby. How many penises had actually been inside Dharini's delightful special wet place; how many knobs had released their special man cream in there? Was it just her husband Aja - and, of course, me? I suspected so. Not yet the salty, sticky taste of Aja - that would come later - this was just Dharini. Round and round went my tongue as I pressed my whole face into Dharini's soft wetness. It occurred to me that if I can pull her labia and leave it stretched out of time - could I not do the same with her clit? There it was, I could feel it with my tongue, a little hard button. Could I make it rather more than that? Of course nice to gently suck, nice to pull on with my lips, nice to pull it away from her body, nice to feel it there now rather longer, lovely to poke at it with my tongue - a real little stand, a real little girly erection! Dharini would certainly feel that when time restarted! Back behind the curtains I restarted time. Quite an 'ooh!' from Dharini - it is nice to get a response! Nice too to see her playing with herself as she awaited Aja's return. Her hand within her towel. Don't we men like to see a girl do that? Aja was not long in coming. Fresh from borrowing Dharini's bathwater he had not bothered pulling a towel around himself. He entered naked and unsurprsingly erect. Nice to see a fine figure of a man striding purposefully like that. Nice too to see Dharini lean forward and suck the proffered erection. The right thing for a wife to do! What a picture and of course it was not long before I had to reappear and take a closer look. Nice to see in such detail Dharini's pretty and rather full lips encircling her husband's cock. What was her tongue doing to it? Easy enough to ease Aja back and onto an arm chair. His erection sliding out of Dharini's mouth as I moved him. He looked very odd propped against the chair like that - a rather surprising male manikin complete with pointing erection. And there before me - once more - Dharini's mouth in that accommodating 'O' shape. Isn't it just so what men want to do? Place their erections in pretty girls' mouths and I could do just that at my own pace, without asking or anything. So nice to watch, so nice to feel my knob slipping into the warm bath of her mouth. Why, oh why, could she not do this to me at the office? Wait until everyone else had gone and ask, all modestly with downcast eyes, if I would like to be sucked off before she went home. Might she take my penis out of my fly, please. and have a little suck? Why can't girls be just so accommodating to colleagues? Just so nice to slip in and out, watch myself fucking delectable Dharini's pretty mouth. Perhaps too nice. Not just tempting to come right there, more than tempting in fact. Yes, I overdid it a bit and suddenly I knew it was not just a naughty idea, a possibility amongst many, but a certainty - in seconds I would be ejaculating in Dharini's mouth. Should I pull out or just go with it? I cannot time stop my own cock - if it is going to ejacualate then it is going to ejaculate. It becomes an involuntary act. No, I wasn't moving from Dharini's wet mouth. Lovely, lovely, lovely to be there in Dharini's mouth, my penis stimulated by the sliding against her lips and feeling the first spurt. I couldn't see it but could certainly feel it, knew my stuff was pouring into her mouth - all warm and salty for her. I hoped she liked it! Practically, though as I let myself subside, it was going to be a bit of a surprise for her. No banana this time but there would at least be Aja in its place. She would think it him... but of course it wasn't, no, not at all. Weren't they going to be surprised when time restarted! They were! Aja replaced in position. His potent erection back in her mouth - a mouth, I could see when I took myself out, was actually rather full of semen. Me hidden again, limp behind the curtains and there suddenly was Dharini choking, Aja's cock ejected and looking rather creamy and Dharini spitting my cum all over her nice white towel. Funny to watch Aja explaining he did not think he had actually cum, did not know what had happened. Dharini sitting there with cum dribbling down her chin looking incredulous and then really rather good seeing Dharini actually licking my cum from his erection as if it was her husband's. It wasn't! Nice to see, even to move in close and see my cum on her tongue close to - but I had rather messed that up. Lovely to see but not as lovely as it would be if I was all charged up. My interest in sex was temporarily abated. However TMP has the amazing ability to recharge in seconds - well providing he goes for an out of time walk or reads a book for an hour or so. I had not planned on a walk but I certainly was not going to miss out on the opportunity of fucking Dharini later even though I did not 'feel like it' right at that moment. It was a good walk all the way around a silent town. Absolutely nothing moving, everything and everybody frozen in time as I moved amongst them. No need to look right, look left and right again as I crossed roads - I could walk with impunity. And as I walked my interest in sex returned and with it my 'ability.' Dharini and Aja were of course just as I left them. My cum still being licked from Aja's cock. Indeed the only difference was I could once more 'get it up.' Once again two erections in the room - I was back in the game! Lovely to see the towel drop as Dharini stood up, lovely to see those big black nipples atop her large breasts, lovely to see Dharini's big round tummy pressed against Aja's erection as they kissed. She seemed surprised it was still firm. It must have appeared to her that there had been an ejaculation. Well, there had been, of course: just not Aja's! Simply far too much cum to have been Aja's pre-ejaculate but there it was, Aja up hard against her tummy. Nice to stop time again and come out and press my own cock against her tummy and do a little fondling as she and Aja stood like a statute of two lovers embracing. Three of use naked and close together. Nice whilst they held each other to go around behind Dharini and pull myself tightly to her. One erection crushed against her tummy and another pressed in the crack of her bottom. How nice for a girl to be in a ménage a trois - all that hardness at her disposal. It would not be long before Aja entered Dharini. Tempting to beat him to it - and so I did! A dip of my hips behind her and my knob was nicely lined up, sliding easily in the slipperiness of her vulva, right the way along and no doubt poking out the other side. Had Dharini not been pregnant I might have poked Aja right in the balls, given he was cuddling close to her the other side but with Dharini's swollen tummy they were hanging far away from my sticking out knob! An easy matter to verify - yes, there they were in my hand well away from Dharini's sex. Should I squeeze? No, I liked Aja. He had done nothing to upset me. Far from it. He had so kindly lent his wife to me for my pleasure. Not that he knew about it, of course, but what fun if it had been a proper invitation and we were doing the manly thing with Dharini together! "No, please, after you." Taking it in turns me in from the back, then out and Aja in from the front - except with Dharini's swollen tummy he simply could not reach! And it was just so easy to let my erection rise up inside Dharini - slipping forwards and backwards and then up. Yes, I was fucking Dharini before Aja! I was fucking Dharini whilst they kissed. How nice to have done it in time. Imagine her surprise if I had actually let time flow so she felt rather more than just the dilation of her vagina by my member when time restarted. Should I? Should I? Tempting, tempting - well, perhaps, just a couple of seconds. It was only that but enough to feel the whole alive Dharini, feel the clamp of her muscles on my erection as she felt the invasion, felt the substantial fleshy rod inside her. My will power in stopping time again was quite something. It had been such a risk had my ability to stop time faltered - but since the early days it had become second nature like walking. I stepped back pulling myself from Dharini and went back behind the curtains. It certainly broke the kiss. A gasp of surprise from Dharini. She whipping around to look behind her but of course there was nothing there. But in her mind and to her senses there had very definitely been something there! A body pressed against her - a penis within her. A bit of consternation on her part. A bit of interruption to their love making but soon all resumed. I was of course right. Other approaches are needed when girls are pregnant: Aja could not approach from the front. Dharini could have resumed her position on the settee and let Aja kneel between her legs and enter but, nicely, she chose to support her bump on the settee cushion and be on all fours letting Aja approach her from the rear - doggy style. Nice to watch them positioning, difficult, though, to see the entry without actually being right under them. Yet with time stop it was easy enough to do just that. Nice - well I like it - to see the connection of man and woman in close up - the penetrating cock, the hardness and the softness, the mingling hair, the wonderful liquidity of it all. Nice to be able to examine and touch. A bit like inspecting the underside of a car on your back - on second thoughts very different really! Timestopper Begins Ch. 19 Lovely also to see the live action from behind the curtains, the big boy thrusting at Dharini as her own fingers worked that clit I had so carefully sucked earlier. Nice too when Aja finally did his manly thing - just nice to know from his grunts just what he was doing and know I would be following him in just the same way. That came after Dharini had rather vocally come herself. Her face screwed up in pleasure and passion was quite something. Once more a beautiful study for a photograph. Imagine putting that in a photographic competition - 'Dharini's orgasm.' So nice then to step from the curtains as Aja moved backwards off Dharini's back: the intercourse completed - both participants having reached climax. There was no need even to stop time until I was quite close - neither were looking in my direction and were absorbed in themselves. They were hardly expecting a naked work colleague of Dharini's to step from the curtains, penis erect and with amorous intent and walk towards them. What a shock for them to have seen me. It was hardly likely that I would be welcomed to join in, compliments paid to the strength of my erection, could they feel it and so on. But it was really nice to be moving in the same room as them whilst they too moved even if time had to be stopped for actual involvement. So nice to kneel and look, examine Dharini's swollen sex in the light, see all the bits I had sucked a little while before and even see a hint of what Aja had been doing. And above her vulva that tempting little brown rosebud - well black actually like her nipples - really nice if you like such things. It matched Aja's which had been very visible during the intercourse - again if you like such things! A timestopper gets to see all sorts of unusual sights. I was quite content to slip into the proper place - this time. No difficulty of course but there again, there had not been before! Happy to feel and hold Dharini's breasts and tummy as I fucked her, so nice to fuck in the doggy position and feel your scrotum swing between your thighs. Amusing to turn to Aja and tell him how simply lovely his wife was as he stared blankly, how very comfortable he had made her for me - he had warmed and, well, wetted her up nicely. Lovely to push against Dharini's soft brown bottom, feel just how swollen her tummy was in such a feminine way. It was a long out of time fuck. I had come only an hour before and orgasm did not come quite so readily. But I was naturally happy just to do the fucking thing - in, out, in out... and fondle her, my hands roaming at will. Eventually I came, perfectly happy to come right where Aja had come moments before in time - rather longer out of time, of course. So nice to just let go. Such a friendly thing for two men to do together and I certainly thanked him for letting me use, no let's say 'borrow' his wife - again. It was a happy me heading home that evening; content and satiated. I had come twice in Dharini - once either end! I even passed up on a further opportunity evidenced by the rhythmic banging from next door. I was spent and not up to it: even though I could easily imagine just how nicely wet and warm Cindy's sex would have been had I popped around. Perhaps I could... no, I was just too tired. I left her to Carson. There would be plenty more opportunities. It was only a few days later that Dharini went off on maternity leave: though another few weeks before the little girl was born. And as proud mothers do, the little person was brought in by Dharini for everyone - well particularly the girls - to admire. The little thing was certainly sweet, I give you that. Of course the girls all clustered together a little later chatting away and my eagle eye did not miss Dharini was breastfeeding tiny little Shravitha whilst she sat there. Good to see a mother feeding her baby the natural way and clearly the little baby girl was very content to be sucking away at a nipple. Well, you know how I rather like that too - even at my age! Something I was well used to with Cindy. You can imagine sooner or later temptation got too much. I waited until the little girl was back in her pram and Dharini was again 'available.' It had been tempting, actually, to swop the baby onto one of the other girls. It would not have stopped the baby trying to get her milk of course. Emily perhaps suddenly finding the little thing sucking hard (without success) at her nipple! I did not though - just too strange for everyone. I pushed back my chair and looked around. No one was watching me, no need to be careful about getting back into position when eventually I restarted time. The world went quiet as I stood up. Nice of course to have the whole group of girls motionless. Nice to adjust Dharini's sari and bring out her breasts once more, so pleasingly swollen and with her almost black nipples really big even and with the contrasting white of some oozing milk. Sexy to me. Dharini's lovely breasts but bigger than I was used to and what was more oozing delicious girl milk all ready for a young man's refreshment. I weighed them - weighty - and thought about which one to choose: yes, the bigger of course! I knelt and refreshed myself. Lovely to take the teat into my mouth, lovely to suck and feel the milk come. Sweet but different from Cindy's milk. I was becoming a connoisseur! It really did have a curry flavour - honest! It demonstrated to me what I had read that what you eat does come through in your milk. I wonder if you eat a lot of coconuts whether that would come through - the problem was finding a girl who was keen on the nut in order to find out! Not really something to slip into casual conversation. Nice idea though: coconut flavoured breast milk. Girls do like to show off their new things including babies - Dharini certainly was. I suppose men do too - but perhaps more their shiny new cars. Women do it with clothes as well - and boyfriends. "Have you met X yet, he is gorgeous/really nice/ever so good looking etc." You can imagine him being brought into the office like the baby for inspection. "Oooh Amanda, he's really nice. What's he like naked?" And the poor lad made to strip to be inspected by all Amanda's colleagues. "You have done well Amanda, such a cute little bottom, nice and tight. What a sweet little penis he has, what big hanging balls (giggle), doesn't the left hang so low?" "Would you peel him for us? What is he like erect?" "Oh yes, do show us, Amanda, please!" And she reaching, pulling back his foreskin, and showing off his little pink knob before stimulating it and the poor boy finding himself erected and displayed to the assembled sisterhood. "Oooh, what a big one. I wish mine had one like that." "Make it bounce." "His balls look nice and heavy." "Let's see him cum." And the boy made to stand there as Amanda demonstrates her prowess in hand work to the inevitable, but possibly embarrassing, conclusion for the boy. Hopefully he does not let Amanda down and shoots impressively; rewards her vanity with gasps from her friends and makes an impressive mess across the desk or wherever she chooses. All the girls watching closely as the boy shoots the white stuff. Lots of clapping as the embarrassed boy smiles sheepishly. Of course the nicest thing would be to feed her best friend, yes a bit like feeding the baby, except with her new boyfriend's milk. The other girls envious as Amanda puts the cock to her friend's mouth and what with the sucking and Amanda's careful stroking and fondling the semen is released. "I think he is going to cum." Amanda's hand moves faster. "I think you'll really like this." And he does - and she does! "Mmmm, really nice," says the friend licking her lips and letting the cum slip onto them to show the rest of the girls what she is enjoying - the slippery and perhaps copious product of the now subsiding erection. "Ooh Amanda, why, it's all coconutty." "Yes I feed him a lot on coconuts. It's really come through - coconut cum! I love it - can't get enough." Laughter and promises to bring the boyfriend back for the others to try. Brought in to be milked - they say! Each to have a turn and try the wonderful coconut cum. No boyfriend on tap but there was certainly me there with the girls and I was not embarrassed about exposing myself - not that they noticed. Should I perhaps feed them all? Lovely Amanda Close, our graduate: yes, with her hair so straight you could use it as a ruler, hanging right down to her breasts; her usual amused smile; that flick of her hair she did caught in freeze frame; that lovely round bottom - was leaning forward across a desk to get a better look at the baby. Not a skirt today but a pair of light cream linen trousers - the material taut across her buttocks. It all looked so eminently smackable! Easy for me to slip a hand under her and undo the button and fly, so easy then to pull down the trousers; yes, grasp the waistband and tug, bringing panties and thighs into view; just as easy to pull down the white rather frilly panties and there it all was: the hairless little slit of her sex, her flawless smooth skin, the perfect divide of her buttocks and the little round, brown rosebud of her bottom hole, the rubbery skin all tightly held together. Such a sweet sight, such an erotic sight. It was a whim. I could so I did! I picked up a biro and just inserted it. Not far but just enough so it stuck out of her behind. It did look amusing. Imagine starting time like that. Amanda finding herself with her trousers and panties down around her ankles and a biro sticking out of her bum! I could have done that to all the girls. But you know how it is, once I had stuck one thing into Amanda the idea of sticking something more substantial into it instead developed in my mind. The biro was removed. Easy to find some lubricating cream from a girl's handbag - not actually anal lubricant of course but a hand cream which would do just as well - the nice to squeeze it onto her really rather neat little flower and massage away. My forefinger slipped in as easily as anything. Imagine starting time like that with my finger up her bum. You can imagine how she would have straightened with the most remarkable shocked face! Then a second finger. "Have you been fucked in the arse yet Amanda?" I asked conversationally. "Has Derek been able to do that with you? Have you let him?" She did not answer. "Has he placed his cock at your rear passage and pushed like this?" Visually it was just so exciting to see my knob pressed against her bottom. My cock shiny with the hand cream. Necessary lubricant to the unnatural act. My fingers had already eased open the passage. Out of time and once opened the anal sphincter did not squeeze tight again like it would normally. One finger made a small but very visible dark entrance; two fingers a larger one and two fingers moving around created quite an obvious passage. An open, visible hole all ready for me. My cock needed just to stretch the hole a little more. Phew! So nice to see the knob push in. There I was in the middle of the office with my knob in Amanda Close's beautiful smooth bottom but I was not going to stop there. A gentle pressure and I slipped onwards, my shaft slowly sliding into her bottom. Anal intercourse seems so wrong yet so right. A girl's bottom so rounded, so pretty, so waggly in her skirt - just so right that a man should plug it, should take his pleasure in it - should push his cock 'in there.' Just so nice to watch as my cock slid in - perhaps going where no man had gone before (as the saying goes). That wonderful pleasure of time stop sex in being able to watch what you are doing and take your time. Absolutely no hurry or anyone else to worry about. You can be totally wrapped up in your own pleasure. A bit selfish really - well quite a lot actually! And once over the initial difficulty it just kept going all the way. Just so amazing, there I was up close behind Amanda Close, right behind her and my cock completely in her bottom. And would not all the men in the office have just loved to do what I was doing? Well, they could not! And would it not have been a surprise to Amanda, to say the least, had I started time just then with my cock as far in as it would go. A bit more than a biro! Would she scream? Would she! And how would she get away sandwiched between the desk and me? Wriggling, pushing against me, trying to pull my cock from her bottom. Given my strength against hers could I have held her there despite all her efforts? Had we been alone I suspect there was nothing she could have done. Slowly out, slowly in. My hands creeping around her to slip into her blouse and feel her little breasts, such delightful little things with their upturned nipples; so different from Dharini's and then again my hand slipping lower to her little tuft of hair on her mons. Yes, I was bottom fucking Tufty! You can imagine the release was very pleasant indeed, the sensation of being tightly held really nice as I ejaculated as deep as I could go. And of course as I subsided the feeling of being held went with it. I shrank but of course, time held, Amanda did not. What a very strange back view as I stepped away from Amanda. Instead of the neat little rosebud or even the finger stretched hole, there now was a gaping chasm showing just how thick my cock actually was and just how much I had stretched her. She was certainly going to feel that when time restarted - though probably would not notice the semen. I did not think she would 'leak' that. Her anus would close up tight! A sudden clamping, a so sudden and unexpected feeling and probably a sore bottom but my visit undetected. I had even wiped away the lubrication! She was all ready for the other men like that, bent motionless over the desk; so easy for one after another of the men to have slipped in. Really not much effort needed with her open like that: but they were just as motionless as she was. Such a shame for them. Would they not have liked one after another to have slipped into Amanda's bottom and left their stuff? Dressed and re-seated, and with both Dharini and Amanda's modesty restored, I restarted time. Well, you should have seen the way Amanda straightened up as if a hot poker had been shoved up her... yes, well, I sort of suppose it had. A hot fleshy poker indeed! The loud 'Ow!' and the shocked look on her face all combined to indicate my anal adventure had not gone exactly undetected. "My bottom!" She exclaimed and then looked around in embarrassment. It was not quite the thing to say. Certainly she went rather red. Perhaps Derek would rub it better that night, rub some soothing lotion in. But might that all lead to other things? Would he inject his balm? Should I go around and take a look that evening? I got on with my work. I was not much interested in babies. Timestopper Begins Ch. 20 Chapter 20 - Turquoise or green paint? I should not have done it. Really I shouldn't. It was plain stupid but it just seemed so amusing at the time. And why green? Why green indeed? Why not yellow or blue or turquoise? But turquoise nipples would have been just ridiculous - but I am getting ahead of myself. It was just a prank, just an amusing idea one afternoon to do a bit of colouring. Well, we have all enjoyed using the crayons and paints and probably have done the painting by numbers thing when young. I just got this urge to colour in the areolae and nipples of the girls - and I enjoyed it. Body paint and a really good sable brush. Such a pleasant little purchase in the art shop over lunch. Had they not been frozen like statues in the office I think the effect of the delicate and prolonged tickling of paint being applied by a fine, and not cheap, brush on their sensitive 'nips' might have more than got them 'wet.' Could they actually have withstood the perhaps exquisite torture? Certainly I had a whale of a time with my pot of green paint and sable brush. I always pay careful attention to breasts whether in time or out. I just love their multifarious shapes and sizes and of course nipples match that. Big areolae, small areolae, extra bumpy areolae, big nipples, small nipples, even inverted nipples and have you spotted the tiny hairs on the areolae. No? Well, look closer then! Lovely to see all the girls, all with breasts exposed in the office, all with their nipples enhanced by the green paint - and such a pretty shade - the outlines of their areolae faithfully followed. A work of art indeed. And not one girl actually seemed to react when time restarted. I should mention that brassieres were refastened and blouses done up again. Nonetheless the paint would not have dried - not out of time. There was no sudden clasping of breasts or anything, no scooping out of boobs to see why they felt different - that would have surprised everyone! It was sitting at home that evening when the worry about what they would say tomorrow started to come on. Actually would they swop notes? Would one of them actually say to the others, "A funny thing when I got home, I found my tits had been painted green and I haven't a clue how that happened. It really frightened me." "I found the same." "Yes, me too," and so on. It was more likely no one would say anything but was it really wise for them individually to realise something was not 'quite right' at the office? I hardly wanted them to move on. I liked them as colleagues and I liked to visit them of an evening for 'relief.' It was not a sensible thing to have done really. It still, though, left the question of whether another colour would have been more suitable. Strange really this human obsession with sex. I know it is not just me who is a bit keen; a bit obsessive! There is not really that much variety in it: yet we are happy to join together night after night and make the same thrusting movement until, hopefully, both parties experience a tingling, electric thrill called an orgasm. For the male it is accompanied by the emission of semen. Not necessary really though it is a nice feeling as well. How useful it would be if men could come without the emission - yes, having that as an optional thing which could be switched on or off. Probably particularly good if it meant another orgasm was possible quickly afterwards! But would anything ever get done? Is the refractory period necessary for human progress? Discuss with reference to Western Society. 3,500 words plus bibliography. I was certainly obsessed and the obsession was becoming worse. I found I was craving new sexual experiences – new girls. She was almost the classic jogger. Perhaps you have seen her or a girl very like her pounding the streets. All very serious about the running and with pony tail and Walkman. The pony tail keeping the hair so very in place, the Walkman to leave her in her own private jogging endorphin world - and similarly, of course, the sports bra to keep those bothersome boobs in check. It is all so much easier for the male. Willies can be kept in check much more easily than boobs and actually even if the male equipment is left unrestrained it is not exactly going to cause major problems whilst running - there is not the same weighty oscillation or even, and I joke a bit, the risk of getting a black eye (though, probably, the very well endowed ladies do not take up jogging!). Yes, the firm sports bra keeps those lovely titties safely 'cupped.' It would not do for the run to be upset - it is too serious a matter. I was in the country on a walk. I am more a walker than a jogger. No Walkman for me. I like to enjoy the view and am happy with birdsong rather than Fleetwood Mac. A fine day - I prefer it to the wet, though there is something to be said for walking in the rain – the sky was blue with thin clouds scudding across as I made my way down country footpaths at the edge of fields. The skylarks were rising, the walking was pleasant and I was feeling that nice 'buzz' from healthy exercise. I had, after all, been walking since dawn. I enjoy walking but my usual obsession was starting to ask questions like 'when' and 'who' rather than 'if.' My eyes appraised her, my eyes took in the sleek brownness of her thighs, the pretty face with its rather small mouth and high cheekbones, the waggle of her hips as she ran and her total absorption. I did not need to hurry my contemplation as she ran past. I had paused her like a Walkman. She was not even touching the ground - that is the difference between running and walking. With walking you always have a foot on the ground. I walked around her somewhat as if I was a farmer weighing up a heifer at a cattle auction. A crude analogy of course but the simile is not completely inapt - she had udders after all... The question moved from 'when' and 'who' to 'how.' I looked around. It was morning still and my walk had been a lonesome one. Could I perhaps have a little play with the jogger before the 'big event?' If I was to remove her shorts and panties how long would she keep running before she noticed? It would be interesting - and amusing - to see. Should I remove first panties and see and then the shorts or should they both come down together? It really is very nice removing shorts and panties from unresisting girls - I have done it enough times so I should know! I did it very carefully so as not to leave any indentation to the skin or the like that she might feel when time restarted. And slipping shorts and panties off slowly is actually the best way! So nice to see the curly patch come into view, a little at a time. I do so like that little vee of curls - blond in her case - nice little tight curls hiding the little divide which leads to such a very interesting place. A small movement of one leg to get the panties and shorts off and there they were in my pocket. Leg put back in place and I retreated. It was not yet the time for intimate touching. A little bit of a stumble as I restarted time but on she went. So nice to watch the now naked buttocks moving as she ran on and on - her strong muscles moving under the skin. She really had not noticed! Super. A girl running half naked. It would have been just so naughty in the city but here it hardly mattered: there was no one to see - apart from me of course. I was hardly going to run after her to catch her up so instead I stopped time and just walked steadily up to and past her and then stood some way ahead and waited for her to run past again. My impression was she was not really looking at her surroundings, absorbed as she was in her jog and the music, and would not really register I had not been there moments before let alone she had already run past me once. Lovely to see those brown thighs working, a hint of glistening sweat adding to the allure; lovely to see the curly vee of hair between her strong thighs moving as she ran. I raised a hand in greeting and she half acknowledged. It must have been about then that it suddenly came to her that she was really 'free and easy' down below. A sudden look of panic and then a downward glance to be followed by her eyes flicking back to me. You could see her thought process: realisation she had nothing on below the waist; immediate awareness a stranger - and a man at that - could see her; the quick looking beyond me - rather improbably to see if the clothes had simply fallen to the ground; the rapid looking around as she tried to work out what had happened (where were her shorts, had she run all the way like that, had I something to do with it); uncertainty what to do; hand dropping to cover herself, stopping, pausing, deciding to run back the way she had come, "Nice day to be out." I said conversationally and ambiguously. She did not answer but ran back the way she had come, once more giving me the pleasing view of working naked buttocks. I smiled, it was time to see breasts moving as well - the sports bra needed to come off and join the contents of my pockets. As she turned to see if I was watching I waved. She could hardly have been surprised that a man was watching her naked bottom! Men like such things. The girl had run on a little way before I stopped time and came after her. Nice to come up to her and be able to gently pat her buttocks before engaging in the slightly complicated job of unstrapping her breasts. I am always impressed by the clever thing girls do on the beach of half undressing within their clothes - pulling the bra out through a sleeve. Well, that is what I did leaving the still unseen breasts without their support. The loss of containment was going to be immediately felt - and seen by me. Positioned again a little ahead of her I waited with my amused smile. One, two, three, action. Oh, lovely! Instead of virtually no movement at all, prior to removal, now the tee shirt fabric was alive with movement. Boobs a bouncing! Boobs unrestrained! Wonderful! And her face. Not only suddenly finding the sports bra gone but me again - or my twin staring at her. She ran past with not a word looking distinctly worried - one hand strategically placed lower down and the other trying to hold her breasts from movement. But for her it was going to get worse. I was playing – just like a cat with a mouse. Indeed, just like the cat with the mouse when I had first stopped time outside my house so many months before. It was not that long before jogging along she found her tee shirt had just disappeared as well. There she was in the morning sunshine with only a pair of trainers and socks on - and the Walkman of course. A pretty, bouncy girl jogging along looking just so feminine. None of that hard, hairy male look. No, instead all smooth skin, soft curves and bouncing boobs - all the feminine bits on show. A joy to behold. "Naked really is the only way to run." I remarked as yet again she found herself jogging up to me. "It feels so free and easy, doesn't it?" Her hands were desperately trying to cover those aforementioned 'bits' and that was not easy to do whilst still running, "I, how? What have you...?" "Clearly you think so. May I join you?" But she did not stop and there was a distinctly worried look as she turned her head to see me pulling off my shirt. I do not as a rule jog but, well, why not on a lovely sunny day when there is a pretty naked girl to jog with. I had certainly never jogged naked before but, well, why not on a lovely sunny day when there is a pretty naked girl to jog along beside! You can imagine the girl was having some difficulty with her boobs now unrestrained and equally you can imagine what my enlarged but not actually stiff penis was doing as I jogged up behind her - not just a side to side movement but up and down and all over the place. She was not going to miss it! Not uncomfortable like her unrestrained boobs but certainly I could feel it banging around against my thighs. And awareness of the penile member does tend to add a certain solidity to it. "Hallo," I said, "this is nice." She turned to me as I came up beside her, her eyes widening as she took in my naked chest and then dropping for confirmation that I had truly 'joined her.' As I said, she was not going to miss the important element of my nakedness. "No, it's not, go away." "Oh it is; don't you just feel so free running like this. I can see why you run naked. It feels so free - everything unrestrained." Unrestrained indeed. "I don't, I didn't, I don't know where my clothes are - they just went. I need to find them. I can't run around like this." "Oh, I expect they'll turn up. Just enjoy the running. Doesn't naked running give you a thrill - a sexual thrill?" "What! I... oh, no, you've got an erection!" And I had too. Not an easy thing to bring up when running. So I hadn't. I'd stopped time and as she'd hung suspended in the air my hands had been busy - and not just with the rather wayward boobs! I had also had a rather nice suck on her two nipples: not the productive suck I had with Cindy but a nice little nibble and chew nonetheless. Certainly enough for her to feel when time restarted. All that and a bit of handwork enough to produce a good manly stand on my part! No one actually around but what a thing to see. Two naked joggers and one sporting an erection. "Yes, it's a man thing but your nipples are doing the same." "No, they're not and don't talk about my breasts." But they were. Chewing and the coldness caused by my evaporating saliva had its reaction. She stopped running. "Look, I don't know you. I can't believe I am jogging naked with you and I find the fact you have an erection off..." The girl did not finish the sentence. Her mouth fell open in disbelief and she just stared at her right hand - a hand she found was very firmly clasped around the shaft of my (not unsurprisingly) strong erection - an erection she was about to say was offensive to her. Clearly - or at least apparently - not by the evidence of her actions! "Nice? Manly? Unsurprising? Pleasing?" I attempted finishing her sentence. "I didn't mean to..." "No, please, feel free - fondle, manipulate, suck even. Just as you wish." You cannot say I am not obliging. "Please, any of those things. It is what girls do, after all." She did none of these things. She drew her hand away as if it was red hot. My penis was, of course, merely nicely warm! She was about to run on when she blurted, "Oh no!" But it wasn't my erection she was referring to but there were actually people ahead of us coming up the path; not yet close but... The first apart people from her I had seen that day. "Time to hide," I said grabbing her hand and pulling her off the path into the bushes and bracken. "Down, and sshh." We watched silently as the two men came past and once again the girl found her hand holding my erection. Again it was snatched away. The men safely past I stood, 'accidentally' bringing my erection right in front of her still crouching face. "Please, do play. I am very happy for you to do that." "I don't want..." But seemingly she had reached up and once again had hold as if she was going to use it to help her back to her feet. Once again the hand was removed. As we stepped back to the path to see if the coast was clear she found herself holding it yet again. This time she did not let go and I had the pleasant feeling of being held as we walked. She began to work me. She was getting the message. "There's something just not right here. Is there? What do you want and how do I get my clothes back?" "No," I said my fingers reaching up and holding a nipple. "Things are a little strange but they will settle back - in time." "Don't." "But you are holding me. I should return the favour." "What happens first?" "We could have a whole morning naked running and walking if you like – a naked adventure - have you tried naked leapfrog?" "I just want this over with. How do things get back to normal?" "It's just like Alice - you have to drink the right stuff." "Huh?" But then it dawned. "Suck me off and everything will all go back to normal just like magic." "So, no need to fuck?" "We can, we can do both, we can do lots of things but if you want to go straight back to where you were then..." "And if I run away?" "We could play rugby and I could tackle you and then we could have a scrum." "Rape?" "No, it's your choice. You can just go home." "Oh, can I, please!" "But no clothes." "I can't like this, not through the streets." "Well, how shall we spend the morning?" Hobson's Choice really for her - no choice at all. Well, I suppose some choice but sex - serious sex - would come sooner or later - I was going to come sooner or later! "I don't want to... to suck you off or anything." "You seem to be wanking me as if there was no tomorrow." "Look I don't mind doing a handjob but... well I do mind but I'll do it. But I am not going to..." My hand touched her fur. "Don't touch me." "Don't you want me to reciprocate?" "No!" "If you opened your legs a bit and lent forward I could..." "No. I don't want to fuck or anything. I just want my clothes back." She started to cry which rather spoilt the sexually charged situation. Tiresome when girls do that. "Let's run on a bit." She seemed to go with that and gave up her obvious intention of trying to make me come to 'get it over with.' Nice to be running with her. Nice to see the tears dry. "If I suck will you let me have my clothes back?" "They'll be back." "Promise?" "No question." She stopped and faced me. "OK." How nice to see this naked jogger get down on her knees, her naked knees and with her pretty face inches from my cock. She clearly examining it closely and getting ready to do that thing. Of course my reaction was to grow again. The blood pumping and the thing rising up, reaching forward to her, to touch her on the nose of all places. "I do this with my boyfriend - not strangers." She remarked. "Wish he was here. We normally run together." "It would have been nice," I agreed, "three of use running naked. You could have kept us both hard. Two, no doubt, fine men for you to admire. We could have chased you. That must be fun. Wouldn't you like that, being chased in a fun play way knowing what would happen when you were caught." "No, he'd have protected me from you." "Oh, I don't think so! Go on take the magic drink." "Must I?" "If you want to go back." "I don't know if I can - you're bigger than him." Well, it was not just my pride that swelled with that! "Well, aren't you lucky then!" "Hardly!" "Go on, try." I touched her lips with my knob. Nice to see! The delicious feeling of soft cool lips on your knob; the warm wetness of a mouth. There is nothing to compare it to... well yes there is the special place between girls' legs and I had been very good about her special place. The revelation of the boyfriend though meant, very probably, I would be visiting not just her home but that special place as well - probably in tandem with her not so well endowed friend. Providing her shorts contained some useful address information. I had not yet looked. Lovely to watch the tentative work with her mouth and feel the softness. So nice to be standing there on the path being sucked in the morning sunshine. But having started it was clear she wanted it over with. Not the delicate mouth work but the backwards and forwards head movement - real intercourse simulation. She wanted the job finished quickly. She was not merely engaged in pleasant teasing fellation prior to intercourse. Perhaps I might watch that with her boyfriend on another occasion and see how gentle and loving she could actually be. This was much more animalistic - a desperate desire to get it over with and get at the semen! Timestopper Begins Ch. 20 Just the two of us in the sunshine. Delightfully naked. A shame she had not wanted to spend the morning walking and jogging with me. Fun hiding together naked off the path if someone else came along though, actually, the countryside seemed to have been pretty empty that morning. A fun, companionable naked adventure for us with lots of fun sex. Ejaculation is nice, really nice. Far too short in time. Why cannot it go on for a full minute! But it is even nicer looking down on a pretty and submissive girl with her lips around your cock and knowing the semen is spurting into her mouth and the warm cream is going to just slip down her throat. It just so adds to the experience though, as I mentioned, a whole minute of feeding the girl would be even better! "Well, that was nice. Perhaps we should do this again another time; another naked run and then. You need to swallow you know for it to work. It is a magic drink." Nice to see the throat working. Nice to just stand there with my penis in this pretty girl's mouth. So nice to have real time sex for a change - and not just for a few seconds! But now the magic needed to work. I pulled away - just so nice to see my still leaking knob come out from between her pretty lips. My semen dribbling and visible on those lips. "Can you feel the magic working?" Her tongue ran across her lips, "No, I... you said..." And all at once she found herself not only dressed but back facing in the same direction and in the same place as when she had first realised her panties and shorts were missing. Panties and shorts I had retrieved along with my clothes. Quite a lot of effort moving her out of time I can tell you but all for amusement and effect. And me dressed an in the same place as well. "Morning," I called. "Nice day to be out." She just ran without a word! Eyes wide - clearly rather frightened. What would she make of all that. Did I care? It had been very amusing and very enjoyable. So nice to be blown, so nice to enjoy oral sex in time. I walked on feeling very content as she ran on feeling, no doubt, anything but... Timestopper Begins Ch. 21 Chapter 21 - Cindy yet again - and why not! It is likely the more you have, the more sex you want. The reproductive system becomes used to regular sex and, just like any other organ of the body, if it is used a lot it tends to grow to accommodate its usage. An athlete's heart is larger, a keen sportsperson's muscles are bigger, a keen gourmet, or glutton, develops an impressive stomach. I am not saying my cock became larger from regular use - but would that not be fine? Can you imagine if exercise - regular exercise did make the penis grow? Can you imagine the inevitable result. There we would all be, all of us men doing strenuous cock exercises before bed - as if we didn't already! Perhaps, instead of the solo bed exercises, there is the attractive idea of the men going to the gym and the pretty Lycra clad girls helping with those special exercises. Imagine the ever so healthy instructor - almost certainly with a pony tail just like the girl I had met when out walking in the countryside - preparing an exercise regime for you with particular emphasis on developing your penis! It would not do to display your penis at the gym; modesty would need to prevail. After all there are women there and men do not like to expose themselves erect to other men - normally. Perhaps the Lycra shorts would be made differently to accommodate the new craze. The front part able to stretch, stretch considerably, the material moulding itself around the penis so as the organ grew it would be closely clad. The growing erection perfectly moulded by the material, the glans perfectly shown, every vein of the shaft visible - and don't those body builders like to develop their veins - every detail visible but encased. Men looking in envy at someone who has really worked out. His foot long penis curving upwards from his shorts to an impressively bulbous head. You can imagine the sportswear companies would get in on the act. The legend 'Nike,' 'Adidas' or 'Le Coq Sportif' running up the side of the Lycra or rubber clad erection. Are his shorts black, yellow or red today? And is it done to have a teat, a little reservoir at the very top in case of 'accidents' during exercise? Not for the real men! But I did not mean that. I did not mean the penis grows from regular use. Rather what I meant is that it is likely all the glands will become used to producing the various constituent parts of semen and like, say Cindy's breasts, will produce more. Was the sultan with his harem like the bull with his herd, his penis a tap to be turned on and the semen to flow? The young mother next door was just so convenient for me and so she got more attention than most of 'my girls.' I knew if she was in: I knew if she was out. I knew if Carson was there - not that his presence deterred me at all. Often enough I even knew when they were fucking because my bedroom was next to theirs. And it was not as if I was not welcome in their house. If I met Cindy outside I might be invited around for coffee and to play with Katy, the baby, though it was more than likely I would play with Cindy too. She was quite happy to sit drinking coffee whilst feeding Katy. Nursing bra undone and one breast out. I tried not to look - it just seemed polite - but when you are chatting away and the baby falls off, or there is a change of sides, it is very difficult to miss the big rounded boob and the sticking out nipple. Once she looked up to see me staring at her nipple. The baby had just fallen off and it was dripping and I was thinking of stopping time. "They do that you know." I knew what she meant. "Um yes, I suppose so, remarkable really." It seemed best to be matter of fact. "Katy doesn't always take enough and they... well I've told you before... they get uncomfortably full." Nice if she had offered them to me then and there. Nice if she had let me drink as she stroked my head before whispering, "fairs, fair, now let me drink your milk. I expect your balls get uncomfortably full. Let me see." I could imagine that. Cindy getting down on her knees, opening my fly, pulling out my cock, fondling my eggs and sucking me dry. Licking her lips afterwards. "Mmm that was nice. More tea?" It was all just a bit unlikely! But imagine having a neighbour who liked to do that. Which is not to say that once Katy had been put down, Cindy did not find her breasts suddenly becoming very much more comfortable - and much emptier - whereas my stomach all of a sudden felt much fuller! Or to say she might not find a salty taste in her mouth or her panties sticky with semen. Perhaps she would imagine the latter to be a late dribbling from the night before. After all I knew they had been 'at it.' She could have no idea her neighbour had just been very naughty with her. Cindy was so convenient just next door. Sex on tap basically. Some weekends I might play with one girl in the morning, go around Cindy's in the afternoon for a second release and enjoy a further girl before bed. I think one day I managed five ejaculations - though the fifth was not at all impressive I have to admit, visually speaking, though it felt very good. Visually? Well she did have this wonderful pair of breasts and I just... A lot of sex, a lot of cum but my organs seemed up to it. But with all this activity I was getting a little careless, a little blasé and a little too prepared to take risks . One afternoon I was invited next door for tea. It had already been a good day. The morning fuck very pleasant but nothing particularly note worthy - just very pleasant. Well Amanda, our young graduate, always was very pleasant! Anyway, showered and neatly dressed I rang Cindy and Carson's doorbell at four. Carson welcomed me in, so friendly and so unsuspecting, and there was Cindy sitting and feeding little Katy. She waved causing her other boob, the one not having Katy's complete attention, to bound out from the unclipped nursing bra. Big, round, wobbling slightly and really nice looking. I hurriedly averted my eyes as Cindy said, "Oops." It boded well for the afternoon. Boobs bouncing out unexpectedly: I liked that. I like boobs on the move. Conversation about all sorts of things and then little Katy just fell asleep. Just so sweet seeing her literally drop off the nipple sound asleep. Babies can be just so sweet - even I recognise that. The lovely little image would have been just a bit spoiled if Katy had suddenly brought it all up again! With Katy put down it was time for tea. When Cindy brought in the tea tray there was plenty of milk in the milk jug . Clearly they were better prepared than when I had invited them around but that did not necessarily mean the present contents of the jug was the milk we would be drinking with our tea! Oh no. I liked playing the milk maid - well, and the bull! One moment we were all chatting away as happily as anything: the next their naughty neighbour had stopped time. Such a fun power for me to be able to stop time at will and then have full access to a girl's body. Of course it would have been nicer to have been invited around for naked afternoon tea and sex. "Please leave your clothes in the hallway on the coat stand." Nothing self conscious in shaking Carson's hand with both of us perhaps already half erect; nothing odd in feeling the softness of Cindy's skin on my knob as she gives me a peck on the cheek in greeting; nothing untoward in Cindy sitting on Carson or my lap sipping tea whilst our respective erection was inside her; nothing odd in being led by Cindy, together with Carson, upstairs to the bedroom with her hands holding our erections. Yes, an ideal of free and easy sex. All sexually aroused together and comfortable with that. But such sex with my neighbours was only possible for me out of time - but it was still both free and easy for me! Opening the 'fridge I smiled as the light did not come on. It simply would not with time stopped of course. I picked up the milk bottle and set it on the worktop before carefully attempting to pour the milk from the jug back into the bottle. My smile got wider. I was being stupid. Of course the milk did not pour at all but just stayed in the jug. Time had stopped! It needed a spoon to scoop the milk out, all rather like blancmange, and it was not at all easy pushing it back into the bottle off the teaspoon. It took time - or non time! Strange seeing the milk in scoop shapes lying like ice cream in the bottle. It would settle once time restarted. Back in the lounge I undid Cindy's bra and brought her boobs once again out into the open and carefully milked her into the jug. So nice to hold and manipulate her big milky breasts as she sat motionless. My squeezing fingers sending the milk spurting. So nice to take the occasional taste myself from the nipple. The jug more or less filled, I tucked away Cindy's two now rather empty breasts. Back in my seat I restarted time and conversation flowed on completely uninterrupted by my milking. Cindy did though look suddenly startled. Clearly the fairly vigorous manipulation and the complete emptying of her breasts was something she felt. Nonetheless she picked up the teapot and jug, lent forward and began pouring. Being so intent on getting the milk in the cups I had been careless - again. I had not redone the bra or blouse properly and all of a sudden out popped not one but both breasts; just as Cindy lent forward they both just swung out into full and pleasing view. A dramatic reappearance! Not easy for Cindy to deal with whilst pouring tea! Her hands were full. Was she flustered - was she! I averted my eyes in a polite manner whilst clothing was rearranged. "Sorry," said Cindy. Well, what do you say? "Don't worry - it was quite an eyeful!" Maybe not! "What a pair of knockers!" No, a bit course. "Leave them like that. I like them!" No! "Please. I don't mind. Leave them out. Why not take all your clothes off. It's quite a warm day. Why don't we all." No, definitely not! I said nothing. There was only a short slightly uncomfortable pause before we were all chatting again and sipping tea. So nice to have it made with fresh girl's milk but did Carson appreciate it? I still had the feeling he did not have my penchant. Even more amusing when another couple from down the road popped in unexpectedly. Another two people drinking tea completely unaware it was made with Cindy's very own milk. And another girl to play with if I wished. As the opportunity had presented itself it seemed almost impolite not to undo the new girl's blouse and feel. Not a very well endowed girl but there again she was not breastfeeding. Little breasts do, though, have an attraction all of their own. Variety makes interest after all! And breasts are breasts (unless they are man boobs when they are frankly not the same!). A nice little warm cupping inside the bra - so nice for a bloke to just slip his hand between the warm material of the bra and the breast - nice also to extract, view and have a little suck. Not the sweet spurtings of Cindy's milk filled breasts but nice nonetheless to suck on the soft little nipples and leave them a little wet and just a little chewed. Nice to extract my erection and touch it to her lips. Slightly symbolic as smiling as she was there was no way it was going in - her teeth were in the way. Just a pleasing pressure on the soft skin of her lips. A gentle kiss if you like of the little mouth at the end of my knob to her lips. I turned to Cindy. It had been a good moment to stop time. I do know what I am doing! She was laughing and her mouth was nicely open. Pretty to look at, lovely lips but importantly open enough to... well more than just touch my knob to her lips! I stripped off. Such an amazing thing to do with four clothed people in a room but so much nicer to be naked for what I was about to do. Cindy had raised her cup and just taken another sip of tea so I very carefully moved the cup out of the way, my erection waggling around as I did this. Her mouth was still warmed from her last sip. So nice to touch her lips and then slide past them, my knob just easing into her mouth. The tea had just so nicely brought the temperature of her mouth up above usual body temperature and my sensitive cock could really feel that. It was both hot and really, saliva and tea, wet inside. Yes, just like slipping into a hot bath and of course so nice to slide my sensitive fraenum on the slightly rough cushion of Cindy's tongue. All around me the tea party suspended in time. Such charming normality, yet there was I, naked and erect with my cock in the hostess' mouth. Perhaps it would have made an interesting painting or photograph. Normality with a twist! As I knew well without time flowing the gag reflex is suspended so there was no need for me to pause. I could just keep pushing - and did until my balls were hanging against Cindy's chin. "How about that everybody!" I said turning to the company. "Impressed?" And back I drew, back so my knob was on Cindy's tongue, back where I could rub it in absolutely blissful wet, hot comfort. One of Cindy's hands held a cup but the other seemed to lack any purpose. So easy to move it so it supported my balls as I moved. A man likes having his balls held during sex! You can imagine the task as a royal appointment: the king's, rather than queen's, handmaiden. Her task to support the kingly scrotum and the egg shapes within during intercourse. A young virgin in a translucent shift waiting ready at the door to the queen's bedchamber, a curtsy as the king approaches, her small slim hand reaching to lift and support the royal balls as he walks in state into the bedchamber. Perhaps her job is also to suck the king to tumescence if he is feeling jaded: perhaps her job also to suck the queen's sex if she is not sufficiently 'prepared.' Difficult, though, to imagine the king's handmaiden staying virgin for long - the king would no doubt feel the urge, sooner or later, to empty those royal ballocks inside her! It was all really nice. Should I go the whole way just then: or should I wait until later? Should I do the emptying of my own 'royal ballocks?' Well there was no reason why I could not pop around again at bedtime for a proper fuck later with Cindy so why not? So I kept on sliding back and forth on Cindy's cushion of a tongue, my knob feeling just so deliciously bathed. I pulled out just to see how wet it really was! I touched it to the other girl's lips. A little bubble of semen welled up and I applied it gently as lip gloss. I was having a fun little time! So nice to have been doing it all in time - for real. Well, I mean, in time - for real, real. The girls eager to suck. the other men pulling out their erections ready to feed the girls. I turned back to Cindy. Her mouth just so ready for me and her hand suspended to her front ready for me to nestle my balls in her palm. I moved in again and gently rested them there as once more I position my knob at her lips. Nice, of course, to see my cock so clearly going between Cindy's lips and not just feeling it. Oral sex in bed is nice but there is a lot to be said for being able to see the action as well. There is just something about a cock in a girl's mouth - particularly if it is your own cock! "OK everyone here I go! It's coming, it's coming!" Well I could say what I liked. No one could hear! I could make all the noise I wanted, say whatever ridiculous thing came into my head. Lovely to feel the stuff coming, lovely actually to draw back, see a shot spurt into Cindy's mouth and then stuff it back in to give a lovely tongue slide on my fraenum just as I ejaculated again. And all the while Cindy's little hand supporting my balls! "Phew! Do you other men want to have a go? That was something else!" I was surprised there were no volunteers - they were missing out. "Go on, it's just so warm - and really slippery now!" The regulation touch of my knob again against the other girl's lips leaving just a little more creamy semen there. She had been unlucky - had she been laughing then she might have found it was her mouth filled instead of Cindy's. Dressed, all carefully rearranged and Cindy's tea cup restored and me with a very relaxed and 'content with the world' feeling, I restarted time. Cindy goggled; looked very surprised, took her planned sip of tea and swallowed rather dramatically. Tea, breast milk and cum - what an unusual combination. "You OK, Cindy?" (Swallow) "Mmm, think so." (Swallow - tongue on her lips, was it still a little semen coated?). I turned to the other girl. My cum was still on her lip. She had not noticed or licked it off. Just a little bit, perhaps not enough to really notice if you were not looking - but I was. And so nice to see when that little pink tongue came out and licked it away. Does a man not like a girl to eat his cum? She too was looking a little puzzled - perhaps the sudden dampness and somewhat 'chewed' feeling to her nipples was concerning her. It did not need to. What she did need to be concerned about, though, was when I would be visiting her - as undoubtedly I would - and where I would be depositing a great deal more semen! I suspected she would be on her back with her legs spread and her sex fully revealed and the deposit would be carefully placed in that special receptacle between those legs perhaps to join her husband's already present semen - but perhaps not! All very pleasant. A nice little hour or so having tea. Pleasant conversation, a really nice cake and rather special tea and me having done naughty things whilst it was all going on Evening saw me all fired up once more. A quiet late afternoon but as the evening drew on I began to think again how nice a little sex before bed would be. Should I simply pop around next door or go somewhere further afield? Should I perhaps go in search of the other girl from the afternoon's tea party? Was she at that very moment on her back with her husband pounding away at her? The knocking sound from next door rather settled it. Why go for a walk up the road, or a long walk to one of my office colleagues or even take the car when I knew lovely Cindy, with her big milky breasts, was completely ready for intercourse - yes wet, naked no doubt, probably slightly damp and scented from her bath and being nicely warmed up by Carson for me! No need to pop around Amanda's and find she had her parents over for dinner or something else unhelpful: no I could just go next door. It was almost as if Cindy and I were in a relationship the number of times we were 'making out' - I mean, she had almost (sort of) sucked me off earlier that day already! What were they actually doing next door - was Cindy riding 'cowgirl' with her breasts jumping up and down in rhythm with her own bouncing on her husband's slippery cock; were they in the standard 'missionary' position with Carson's bottom rising and falling; were they perhaps playing it 'doggy' fashion or something exotic? It was time to go and find out! The knocking on the wall ceased - indeed so did all noise - and TSM slipped once more into costume: yes the birthday suit again. Every time I go out of my front door like that it feels strange. It is just not something you would normally do. Outside my door a double decker bus was going past, windows lit up and people sitting. Probably it was travelling at 30mph but with time stopped it was simply motionless. I could just step on board calling 'fares please' but of course nobody noticed; nobody noticed a naked young man had suddenly appeared on the bus and was wandering up the aisles. People of all ages sitting and chatting or reading a book or just looking out of the window. Up on the top deck I could look right across at my house and indeed Cindy's next door. Just a hint of light through the upstairs curtains suggested the bedside lamp was on. An old man looking out the window. Was he wondering what was going on behind the curtains? I had the advantage over him in that I had a rough idea and was about to go and find out! Timestopper Begins Ch. 21 A group of four young girls, perhaps coming back from the disco or something, up at the front. All dressed up for the evening. Two sitting on one seat and the other two on the one in front but looking backwards and talking to the other two. Clearly all excited and probably quite loud. Wouldn't their conversation have stopped had they seen me? Indeed they might well have had something to say about what I did with my hands. No sooner thought than done - my fingers were undoing buttons and bringing nice little titties into view. The first girl's were delightfully pointy, yes that sweet cone shape you get before the breast fills out into a more rounded and full shape; the nipple and areolae forming their own little pointy mound. Nice to touch and manipulate as, right in front of the girl's eyes, my penis grew in appreciation - that classic 'thumb's up' men show to a good looking girl. It just happens! And lovely to feel it happening too! Leaning across the girl (and guess what happened as I did that - yes, my knob touched her) I eased open the front of the next girl's dress and lifted rather larger breasts out into view. A bit more weighty in the hand. The third girl had a padded bra. As soon as I touched I realised all was not as solid as it should be. Investigation showed nice little nips but not a lot else - a bit boyish really. The fourth had another pair of cone shaped breasts topped with the most adorable pale pink pointy cones - soft nipples hardly visible but really distinct areolae, all smooth - just like little pink hats atop her breasts. Nice again to touch, stroke and generally run my fingers over. Nice to suck on the girls' breasts in turn. Even the rather flat chested one - there was certainly enough nipple to get my lips around! It was at this point standing naked and erect on the bus with four pairs of girls breasts exposed that it suddenly came to me these girls were not perhaps as they looked. I was being exceptionally naughty and perhaps it was time to exit the bus and go and see Cindy rather than do anything more. It was a first for me going down the stairs of a double decker bus naked and with a hard on. I expect it would be for most people! Into Cindy's house (I had brought my 'spare' key) and up the stairs. No need to creep around with time stopped; I just walked into their bedroom and looked out through the curtains. Funny to see the bus I had just left still there and even funnier to see the rather exposed girls on the top deck - I could see their titties from where I stood! I turned back to my neighbours. "Sex inspection," I called. It had been nice playing with the breasts on the bus but here was the real thing. A real couple engaged in real intercourse: the engorged penis of the man inserted into the wet vagina of the woman - all completely visible to me. They were at it doggy fashion. I liked that - it meant Cindy's breasts were hanging free. You could say 'like udders' if you wish to be crude but the description was undoubtedly apt. I settled down on their bed on my back and, as I had done before, just slid myself under the joined couple. There hanging right above me were two red swollen nipples oozing milk. I had been dry sucking titties on the bus, somewhat immature titties. but these were the real thing. I licked gently at first, tasting the milk and then sucked properly on first one and then the other teat. Marvellously sexual though it would have been even better if the intercourse had actually been progressing around me; feeling Cindy move as Carson pushed into her; hear the squelching sound of sexual organs at work; Cindy saying how good it was to have her breasts sucked whilst she was fucked; perhaps feel Cindy grasp my penis and manipulate it; perhaps lean right over and suck on it. Carson watching and hopefully enjoying the sight of his wife sucking on another man as this other man sucked on her breasts. Again the thought that it was such a shame they did not formally invite me around to join in - it would have been such fun. Such prolonged intercourse, with Carson and I able to swop and swop again, holding back our respective ejaculations as we simply enjoyed the sex play. Nice though to suck on those breasts and take my fill. I was finding it an increasing temptation to start time for just a little bit whilst engaged in my exploits. There I was with one breast in his mouth and the other touching my face. Given the way Cindy and Carson were at it then, without me there, the two breasts would be swinging backwards and forwards with gusto. If I restarted time the one I had in my mouth would be restrained but the other would be swinging free. I could imagine it brushing my face all silky soft. Indeed I would be able to see it brushing my face and that was the trouble with the idea of restarting time. The bedside light was on - we were not in pitch darkness. Carson would see me on the bed. Would see a man half under his wife; would see my erection sticking up in the air! My face would be hidden from both Carson and Cindy. They would not know who it was but would certainly notice me there big time! It would certainly spoil the evening; it would certainly stop the intercourse; it was not a good plan! To have intercourse with Cindy meant one way or another the erection then occupying the desired space would have to be extracted. Rather than moving Carson the easier option would be to pull Cindy out from under him - slide her from his erection and leave him erect and on all fours - then moving her conveniently a little up the bed. An easier option than moving Carson but, yet, still requiring a lot of effort: much easier if he got off her of his own accord. It only required a momentary uncoupling and I could be in there! Restarting time might soon see a position change or even Carson doing his 'thing' and then vacating ready for me to step up to the mark. Restarting time, though, was going to cause consternation on the bus. The excited, happy, chatting six to the dozen girls were suddenly going to find themselves with their boobs all out in the open. What a surprise, what a shock - but did I care? Would the old man see and get a thrill he could hardly have even thought about? I walked into the other front bedroom past little sleeping Katy and stood looking through the curtains. One, two, three - action. The bus suddenly in motion and disappearing down the road but not before I had seen four girls mouths open wide in surprise and hands fly to cover breasts. I smiled broadly and turned to walk back towards Carson and Cindy's bedroom. The banging of the bed against the wall, the sighs, the wet sounds of intercourse - I peeped and there was Carson's hairy bum moving against Cindy and his bollocks swinging in a fine manly way below. He was giving it properly to Cindy. Suddenly he stopped. "I don't know if I've locked the back door." The mind is a strange thing. What a thought to have had whilst engaged in coitus. "What?" "I'll just go and check." "What, now?" What now? Indeed. Carson was on the move. His wet, manly erection pulled from Cindy. I stepped back and into Katy's room. It would not do for Carson to bump into me as he came out of the bedroom. Imagine his surprise walking into his naked neighbour, our respective erections banging together. His erection slippery with Cindy's lovely wetness, sliding against mine. Perhaps even a slapping sound as they came together. But an ugly scene. Cindy having to separate two fighting naked and erect men on the landing! But I was safely out of sight in Katy's room and off he went downstairs looking just like I must have done coming down the stairs of the bus. Again I glanced into Cindy's room. She was a little slumped forward but still with her bottom in the air. She looked just so fuckable; did I dare; did I dare in real time to walk forward and fuck her as if I was Carson returning. What a risk but... decision time. I stepped forward with purpose, across the room, up onto the bed, cock between Cindy's thighs, one push and I was in. Right in. She had not turned to look. "Ooh, Carsie, you are so big." Push, push, push. I was fucking Cindy on her bed in real time, in the light of the bedroom lamp and she thought it was Carson. Could I do the whole deed undetected, could I come before Carson came back? My balls were swinging away just like his had been and then I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Bugger! Cindy froze. Decision time. Keep going and come; stop time and keep fucking, stop time and disappear? A hissed whisper. "Carsie, there's somebody in the house!" I was being disturbed in my fun. I pulled out, my penis bounding upwards and got off the bed and then stopped time. Stepping out of the bedroom there was Carson coming up the stairs. Naked and no doubt keen to get back to Cindy - he still had all the indication of it, if you get my drift. She was not going to be as receptive as he expected. She was not. Carson was sent away to search the house for an intruder. It seemed I had temporarily spoilt their love making. Poor Carson, all drooping, going around the house. Cindy sitting up in bed in the dressing gown she had pulled on and, to cap it all, Katy woke up and seemed to want feeding. It looked like I was going to have to go home. Easy enough for me by stopping time and moving to avoid being found. But I would be going home unsatisfied - but even I could not think of fucking Cindy whilst she was nursing and trying to calm the baby. It looked likely both Carson and I were going to have to settle for our own hands. I don't mean together! That would be a sight. Carson and me sitting side by side wanking and talking about what a good fuck Cindy was; perhaps both of us ejaculating together as I described the young girls on the bus! A shame but even the best time stoppers have their off evenings! I was going to have to go back to my own bed and do my own thing - although with the scent of Cindy on my cock to help me along. That would be nice! Should I go out again, should I perhaps jump on a bus? It all seemed a bit too much bother. What might I have done if the time stopped bus with the four girls had still been out there? I had been a bit on the naughty side with them earlier. I mean they had looked eighteen, well certainly dressed they did, but were they actually short of that by a year or more? I had neglected to check on how well their hair had grown down below, which might have given a further indication. It would have been nice to have had them lined up in my bedroom for a proper inspection. "Ladies, please remove your clothes." I readied myself to go home with that thought - which I was sure I could develop in my mind together with a few more about those young girls being really interested in my cock before TMP unloaded his tension all across his tummy, in a pleasant way, before drifting into a deep sleep. But I could hear Katy quietening. It was, perhaps, worth waiting a little longer! It was. Nice to see Cindy coming out of Katie's room in her dressing gown. One of those silky gowns, green actually and with red flowers on it but, whilst tied at the waist, it was not tightly closed and Cindy's cleavage was very evident. She had, after all, just had her boobs out and been breast feeding. Nice to stop time and in a rather 'bodice ripping' way take hold of the two sides of her gown and pull them apart revealing those breasts again. I had sucked on them that morning, I had sucked on them that evening and - guess what - I sucked again! Hot milk before bed - again. I knew I would sleep well. Lovely to suck. Lovely to feel her big swollen nipples in my mouth oozing milk. I got quite excited with it all - well wouldn't you? I even bit one. Not the nipple but the areolae - rather harder than normal. Cindy was going to feel that. I suspected it would leave a mark! Nice to drop to my knees and bury my face in Cindy's ample and, actually, fragrant bush. It was delightfully damp with her earlier excitement. My tongue probed down her slit to her clitoris. It needed exciting again. She needed Carson to do his manly thing and stick his cock back in her. I wanted Cindy properly warmed up again for me! Would he - would she let him? Stepping back into my concealment, time flowed once more. "Ow!" went Cindy her hand going to her bitten breast. She pulled it up and looked at it in puzzlement before descending the stairs to join her husband. It can be a bit stop start with this time stop business but I wanted to hear what they were saying to each other and given Cindy's earlier worry about an intruder it did not seem a good plan to creep downstairs in time. "Katie's teeth are coming through - look." "Hmmm. Bit big for her. Probably me." "But you hardly..." "Is it sore?" "A bit." "Let me rub some Vaseline..." Well, it was hardly likely any man's cock was not going to rise whilst massaging in Vaseline on a pair of boobs like Cindy's. Mine stayed up but Carson's came up in a friendly companionable way to join it. Remarkable to watch the steady pumping up of the male appendage in response to mental stimulation. Was Cindy's little equivalent doing the same? I say 'little' but of course there is so much more of the Clitoris hidden inside the woman's body. A shame really. I think it would be more fun if something, oh yes, still smooth, slippery and feminine, but more substantial came up when a woman was excited. I dunno, perhaps you disagree, it's just an idea! "I must have imagined. Let's go back to bed, Carsie." Whether Cindy's little man was up or not the breast rubbing seemed to do the trick as Cindy stepped back, bent down and took Carson into her mouth. Lovely to see - Cindy's lips around Carson - but even nicer to stop time and step from concealment and slowly lift the dressing gown up and over Cindy's bottom and leave all the material hanging down from her waist. There she was bent forward, legs apart and bottom fully exposed. Yes, those two holes all nicely revealed and available. Tempting to try the upper one especially with the Vaseline available in Carson's hand - just so available! But the shock of the dramatic dilation of her anus when time restarted might mean poor Carson got a nasty bite on his cock! I was not in the mood for all the necessary gentle preparation: so much easier to just slip into the lower hole - the proper place after all. And it was a slipping in - no difficulty - an easy slipping right up to the hilt. My thighs against the softness of Cindy's bottom; push, push, push; slide, slide, slide. Wonderful and there before me the additional visual stimulation of Cindy sucking her husband's cock. Unfortunately in freeze frame. Well actually not - my pushing against Cindy was moving her mouth on Carson's cock. Out of time, alas. but she was actually fellating it! To have done that for real. What fun to be two mates together one at each end of a pretty girl like Cindy, taking it in turns to swap from mouth to - you know! Too tempting to come; I had perfect access; the intercourse was just great; I prolonged it but the urge for release became too strong; lovely to slide and then pause but nonetheless the need to come was powerful. Screwed up face, verbal ejaculations as I came, pounding away, pouring my stuff into Cindy. I stepped back breathing heavily. It was now time for bed. I had done what I came to do. I stepped from the lounge and restarted time, "Oooh, Carsie. It's almost that I can feel you inside me already. I'm so excited. I can feel my wetness running down my leg. Come on big boy, come and fuck little Cindy upstairs." Well, shame I couldn't any longer really - and I was not so big now so, actually, she must have meant Carson! Lovely to see her drop the dressing gown and turn and run up the stairs, everything on the move. Bottom wobbling, tits bouncing, limbs working and, what looked distinctly like someone's special sauce leaking down her legs. Definitely done to tease and excite Carson and he was not slow in running up the stairs after her. It seemed worth going upstairs just to see the coupling despite my lessened interest. Perhaps I had made a mistake and come too soon. Cindy lying on the bed, dressing gown pulled up and with her legs so open in very obvious invitation, looking as sexy as I had ever seen her. Absolutely a girl in heat wanting to be fucked. Suggesting she had a sort of 'come hither look' would be an understatement! Carson though had noticed the semen. His hand was touching Cindy's thighs and noting the stickiness, even pushing a finger into his wife's vagina. A puzzled look to his face. Cindy seemed to have no idea what he was doing. "Pull your fucking finger out and put your cock in. This is a girl needing fucking now and if you don't fucking stick it in I'm going next door." Interesting. Did that actually mean I was fancied? Mind you 'next door' would not be a lot of use now. I glanced down at my drooping appendage - nope, nothing stiff there! Carson did not continue his examination. His lust got the better of him and he jumped on Cindy and was embedded in a trice. Yes, he just stuck it in! Nice to see. I left them with Cindy's feet locked over Carson's back pulling him into her. A traditional missionary fuck but undoubtedly a good one. My indiscretion would be completely obscured by Carson's no doubt prolific ejaculation when it came - and I suspected that would be soon! It was almost tempting to stop time, go for a walk, recharge and fuck Cindy again straight after Carson just as he rolled off her. I could almost imagine the steam rising from their frenzied fuck - a lovely image, a steaming pudenda - but actually I was dead tired and so went to bed. There was always the morning... Timestopper Begins Ch. 22 Chapter 22 - The friendly couples It was so funny. I hadn't known people did this - couples did this - I thought sex was really all private but these two young couples were fucking each other doggy fashion side by side on twin beds. But I am getting ahead of myself. I had been in the pub, in my 'local,' had spent a pleasant hour with Carson before he had gone home to be with Cindy. It was whilst sitting there on my own nursing the remains of my pint and reading a newspaper that the two couples had come to my attention. Fairly young, pretty enough girls and nothing amiss about the lads either. Nice to see them chatting away. I was in the midst of an item on the economy and what the Chancellor should be doing when my attention was suddenly caught by the word 'sex.' You know how it is, the brain filters out sound when you are concentrating on something but nonetheless some part of the brain is sort of listening around you and attention will suddenly be focused if, for example, your own name is mentioned or something else that is a key interest. You have read far enough to have worked out that I am just a little interested in sex! I did not actually look up or give any indication but I was listening intently. The gist of the remainder of the conversation, though I am not sure what lead up to it, was they were all staying at one of the four's flat; this, though, was a shared flat and the person's room, and that was an important feature, only had twin beds so not only was it going to be a squeeze for each couple but it was going to be a bit strange after lights out hearing what was going on in the other bed! That was where the word 'sex' came in, you see. "Why do the lights need to be out?" It was one of the girls – which surprised me – but why indeed? "I hardly want to see you fucking, Debbie!" The other girl. "Or me Dave's dick." Her boyfriend speaking. "Come on, Ben, you must have compared them." "What, no!" "Surely all boys compare the size of their dicks?" "No way!" "Be fun to see, wouldn't it Bev, whose is biggest!" "Err yeah, if you say so." "Right, that's settled. This is going to be just so funny!" You can imagine I was interested. A couple of girls measuring dicks was going to be novel and the prospect of watching two couples having intercourse together with the light on attractive. I could see TSM getting into 'costume' fairly shortly! My glances started taking in the girl's attributes more closely. "I don't think we want to..." It was Ben. "No show: no fucking. That's right isn't it Bev?" "Yeah, 'suppose so." You can imagine that I just happened to finish my beer at the same time they got up to leave; that I followed and was in the flat before them ducking under the arm opening the door. A nice flat, seemingly three occupants in three bedrooms, all students by the look of the usual student stuff, no one else in and the site of the evening's adventures obvious from the twin beds, The other rooms had a single (unmade) and a double (made) bed, you see. I had explored. It was easiest to sit in one of the other rooms and await developments. "Right Ben and Dave, you can use the bathroom first. Oh and don't bother with any pyjamas or clothes or anything. Bev and I will be waiting in the lounge with coffees for you – and..." There was a giggle from both girls, clearly Bev had relaxed into the idea – perhaps the drink had helped - "and a ruler." I had unexpectedly fallen into something just so amusing and interesting. This was going to be a hoot – and was. Staying in another room may have been easiest but you can imagine I was hidden in the lounge by the time Ben and Dave joined the girls. Perhaps the idea had grown in interest or perhaps they were just keen to do the fucking later but there they came into the lounge completely naked just as if they were in the changing room at the sports club and just as instructed. The girls just sat there giggling. Not at all conducive to a manly swelling. The boys were self conscious. On the table four mugs of coffee – clearly I had been forgotten – OK, just not known about! On the stereo the Beatles playing quietly. "What do we do?" It was Bev. "We measure them soft and then... we get them hard!" "Oh... of course. Who is going to..." "No cheating, we'll both measure." It was perhaps that which brightened the prospect for the boys. There was a glance between them. They were going to be touched not just by their own girlfriend. Debbie had the ruler. "Come here Dave." An interesting sight. Two girls seated on a sofa, Debbie fair in a nice little red dress with her knees just showing and dark Bev in fashion jeans with a white sleeveless top; to their left side the table with the mugs of coffee and to their front, now standing close to Debbie a naked young man and the three of them watched by another young man equally naked. Nice to see Debbie just lifting up Dave's limp item as casual as anything, push the ruler into his dark curly hair and look at the scale. "3.4 inches to the tip." She handed the ruler to Bev. "Come here too Ben." The other man being handled, the ruler pressed against the hair. "3.6 inches. Just bigger!" "Shouldn't you really pull the foreskin back and read from the tip of Ben's knob to be consistent?" "Debbie, you are being a bit madly scientific." Ben's foreskin though was long and as Bev pulled it back – right back – fully revealing his knob it was obvious Ben's apparent superiority was about to be lost. "Only 3.3. Oh dear." A big grin from Dave. "May I check?" Lovely to see not just the ruler but the penis handed from Bev to Debbie – literally placed in her hand. "Um yes 3.3, no 3.5, no 3.7. Ben you are not meant to be doing that yet!" Lovely to see girls handling men, taking obvious pleasure in handling their penises. Debbie was clearly not cross at Ben's growing erection; indeed was starting to encourage it by moving his generous foreskin. "Mine, I think," said Bev reaching to replace her hand on her boyfriend's cock. "Do you like that? Seeing Ben get big?" Debbie was speaking to Dave who was watching Ben's cock grow. Whether he 'liked' that or not, his penis was also erecting! "No, no – it's the handjob." Debbie's hand reached out and there they were, two girls seated giving their standing men the aforementioned handjobs and bringing them to full prominence. So funny seeing the lads growing, so funny seeing the girls looking from one penis to the other and giggling whilst the lads looked just so self conscious. "Now let's see the important measurement. Bev, you measure first." The ruler in her hand, pressed into Ben's fair curls and brought up against the shaft, the foreskin fully retracted - there was indeed a lot of it - and the shiny head exposed. "Um 5.8 inches." "Pull it against the ruler, it's got a bend in it. Straighten it out Bev!" "Ooh, 6 inches." "Yep. 6 inches. Come here Dave, let's see how you measure up." It was obvious to me that Dave was not going to 'measure up,' he was smaller and knew it. His earlier grin was gone and he came reluctantly forward. Debbie's hand grasped and the ruler was applied. "Oh, 5.6 inches." Her hand worked furiously at it but it did no good. "You check Bev." Again the passing of a penis from one girl to another. "Perhaps 5.7? Nice though. It might be thicker, what do you think? Stand together boys." "What!" From Dave and Ben together. "We want to compare." Nice to see the girls in control, patting their naked bottoms and encouraging them close together, close enough so their penises touched and then Debbie reached and held the two shafts so they were standing tightly together. "No!" from the boys and giggles from the girls. "I think you are right," said Bev as her hand joined Debbie's. Dave's is the thicker. The boys separated. "Come here Ben, I need to check your length too." I was not so sure it was not to have a chance to play with the long foreskin and slide it freely but certainly she measured - as well. "6.1 inches perhaps. My, Ben, what a big boy. Well Bev, what shall we do now?" She was freely manipulating Ben, even lifting his hanging ball sack. Bev too reached and again the girls were handling the young men, working their penises – working the other girl's boyfriend - what was more - seemingly happy to take the opportunity of handling a different organ from the usual. "Shall we make them cum? Cum together?" "No. I want to go to bed not waste..." Bev perhaps being practical. But it would have been amusing to see. Two seated clothed girls bringing off two standing naked boys. Penises spurting to their delight. Had Debbie noticed the lyrics of the Beatles song when she made her suggestion or was it subconscious? On the stereo was indeed 'Come together': 'He roller-coaster, he got early warning He got muddy water, he one mojo filter He say "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking cos he's so hard to see Come together right now over me' The girls stopped their manipulation. "Get the coffees, boys, before they get cold." The girls giggling as the naked and erect boys handed them their mugs and got their own. "Look at them standing there like that! Come sit with us." Funny to see them all sitting on the sofa drinking their coffee, the boys still worked up and kept that way by the 'right' girlfriend. Coffee drunk, girls in the bathroom and then the lovely sight of freshly showered girls in their pyjamas joining the boys in the one bedroom. "Now don't get any ideas from all that silly measuring. Dave you stay with Debbie on that bed and I'll stay here with Ben, OK?" The rules were being set. "Can we turn the light off?" "Rather, can we have the bedside light on, I like a little light don't you Ben?" "Oh yes." I could not have agreed more. I wanted to watch.. It was perfectly obvious why Ben wanted the light on. Well, we all like to see naked girls and not just our own partners! And, let's be honest, naked girls being fucked. The two couples in bed kissing but the boys very clearly keeping a weather eye on what was happening in the next bed. A big grin from Dave when Ben started undoing Bev's pyjama top and bringing out one of her really rather big breasts – even a wink when he did the same to Debbie and pulled her whole top off revealing all of her modest but by no means unpleasing chest. Certainly that was a good enough point for me to stop time and feel both pairs. Nice little nipples hard in my palms and of course nice to slip my hands into pyjama bottoms and feel around the warm wetness of the two girls even before the boys hands went travelling. Clearly their respective boyfriends were doing the right thing! Very amusing seeing the two lads signalling to each other a little later, almost carrying on a conversation whilst their girlfriends had their heads down under the bedclothes. Difficult to know quite what they were doing... well not really. It was obvious they were cock sucking! It was more than obvious when in unison the boys pulled the bedclothes down revealing - as intended - to their fellow the pleasant sight of their respective girlfriends lips around their erections. Of course I stopped time and had a look. Would you believe it - Bev's tongue was actually inside Ben's foreskin. That was a new one on me! The girls were cross. Not at all pleased at the deliberate exposure. Girls covered up again and more non verbal communication between the lads. The girls came up the bed and gradually the activity drifted on into intercourse proper and it was then that the meaning of the lads' later gesticulations became apparent. They had both decided on doggy style intercourse with the result the covers, rather than being pulled. simply slipped away again revealing the two copulating couples to each other. Revealing round bottoms being pushed against by the boys. Men are such visual creatures and the two lads had wanted to see the other girl at it! They were revelling in it, pushing away deeply into the girls. Showing off to the other and so clearly enjoying seeing their friend's girl being fucked. The girls faces pushed into the pillows, were not seeing what was going on but clearly by their sounds enjoying being hard fucked and perhaps no longer caring at the exposure. They must have felt the covers slipping away after all, known they were a bit on show. "Do you think we can – cum together?" "Yeah Dave, let's try, tell me if you are getting close." "Fuck, I'm close." Muffled. Debbie being a little coarse. "Me too," Bev whispering. The creaking of the bed, the slightly absurd sound of penises pumping in wet women; happy groaning from Bev and then Debbie. "You ready Ben?" "Yeah." "One, two, three..." It was so easy out of time to swop the lads around – well fairly easy anyway. I mean I had by this juncture got quite used to manhandling naked, erect men into different positions, handling their erections and inserting them. So it was actually a bit of bother - but well worth it! The boys, all of a sudden, could not believe they were in the wrong girl – just as they were about to come. A simple change around whilst they were fucking the two girlfriends bent over a bed. A few strokes before they noticed. Eyes very wide, a glancing at their fellow. A sudden stopping of movement but then a shrug from Ben and a non from Dave and the movement began again. Great big grins on their faces as they stared at the wrong girl beneath each of them and then a wincing pleasure as the semen began to spurt. And neither pulled out until he had come – had fully released his semen. Hands on the wrong hips, erection pounding in and out of the wrong girl's vagina, an intimate view of the wrong girl below them and importantly the wrong semen spurting. A sudden urgency to swop over before the girls noticed they were being fucked by the wrong guy. Seeing their faces - a mixture of panic and delight - gesticulating to each other to swop. A mutual withdrawal, a swapping of beds, the lads moving at speed with still erect cocks and reinsertion in the right girl before saying anything. A thumbs up sign to each other. Was that because they had got away with it undiscovered or a sudden happiness in having done something so very naughty? I could imagine them risking trying it again another day now it had happened - though how they thought they had made the mistake the first time would be interesting. Hard penises still in the girls; the girls still pushed, unseeing, against their pillows; a pretence at still fucking; the girls now filled with warm semen but strangely, so very strangely and if I had not explained the circumstance you would not have believed it, the warm semen inside them not at all the product of the penises now within the respective girls! And, you can imagine, with TSM present, there was more product to come (or 'cum' if you like) and which would come from neither of those two penises. There was a third penis in the room, a mystery penis, a cuckoo penis – and a very firm one at that! A penis which was about to enter both Debbie and Bev. Not just one but both and it was time for it to make its appearance. The precision of time stop in the hands of a master – I had come a long way since that first stopping of time on the heath – I could stop time at will and at just the right moment. The ideal time for me was the moment the husband, boyfriend, lover's penis was removed yet the girl was still so accessible. So much more bother if she has already curled up into a ball or is walking across the room. All manageable, but why make things difficult when it could all be so easy? The boys backed away, each glancing at the other's now starting to droop erection and began to crawl up the bed towards their girl but they did not get very far. The way was open for TSM. There on the respective beds was dark Bev and fair Debbie, bottoms in the air and with their warm and well lubricated sexes on display and accessible. What more could a time stopper want? I had all the time I wanted as I stepped from concealment and got ready to fuck each girl in turn - as was my right. I undressed - a necessary preliminary. Wonderful to feel like that, wonderful to see the tableau before me of sexual fun, wonderful to walk towards them feeling so erect and ready. Nice just to pause and stare at the two freshly fucked sexes, examine each swollen pudenda, enjoy the warm scent up close of girls in heat, smile at the evidence of the boys' ejaculations. A very intimate examination, a post coital inspection. It was Debbie first. "Are you ready?" I asked as I lined myself up kneeling behind her. "Aren't you a lucky girl – three cocks all in one evening?" But she did not answer either question. The lovely touch of wetness on the end of my knob and then a delicious, easy sliding home – all the way. Nice to hold like that and fondle breasts and then drop a hand and feel Debbie's sex from the front, all her fair curls, soft mounded pubis and all the interesting bits down below complete with my own penis firmly embedded. I began to fuck. On the next bed Bev and Ben frozen in time, around me silence apart from the sound of my breathing and the wet sounds my erection was making in Debbie. It is all a little eerie time stop sex, all so very quiet but I suppose masturbation is not something undertaken with a lot of noise usually – or do you like to come to some heavy rock track? A pounding beat as you pound your... I think you get the picture A pause and then I swopped, pushing my quite remarkably slimy erection into dark Bev, slipping in amongst the wet curls. Equally pleasant to explore, nice too to feel her breasts and sex as I worked. Nice to step back and admire the girls again from the rear before mounting Debbie again. Of course I could keep up this swopping over for quite a time. No urgent need to come, able to stop or pull out at will and moreover swop and I must have done that ten times at least. Had they been on the same bed I might even have tried a stroke in one and then a stroke in the other. Is Polygamy like that I wonder? Or is it always a matter of separately bedding your wives? And what if you had five wives? It even occurred to me to try and come in both but whilst amusing it seemed I would be more concentrating on execution than pleasure in undertaking that particular idea. Doubtful if I could get from say Bev to Debbie without spurting once or twice between them. A waste! There was no conscious choice but Debbie was the lucky recipient. It is I suppose the primal urge to procreate but the mind really does not want you playing about – it wants the semen inserted, the job done. I was in Debbie, pushing away, and the desire to come just became overwhelming. I grabbed her hips and pounded away, a real smacking noise as my thrusting hips met her bottom and then – if you like the term – my penis 'exploded,' pouring the pent up ejaculate into Debbie. With all the 'playing about' it was a good hard, long ejaculation. Most enjoyable, but far too short. Why can't the thing last a gasping full minute? Still erect I pulled out of Debbie and hopped across and pushed into Bev whilst I still had firmness and let myself subside inside her. It just sort of seemed the thing to do. Well, that had been a pleasant evening. No need to do anything but dress and depart. Nice to see the couples settle down to sleep. I suppose I could have turned the light out for them. Imagine their surprise if a naked man had just casually walked into their bedroom, said 'goodnight Bev, goodnight Debbie, goodnight Ben and Dave' and switched off the light. Would they wake and have more shared intercourse in the morning? Well, not fully shared unless I turned up – um, perhaps, it was certainly an idea! Timestopper Begins Ch. 23 Chapter 23 - Emily and the mystery of the unsupported dildo There was nothing on the television not even a penguin. It was too early to go next door to Cindy and Carson - they would not yet be in bed or bath or doing anything I would find interesting. Carson might be doing the accounts and Cindy the ironing - just not erotic at all: unless, I suppose, you are an accountant or have a penchant for women and ironing boards. Well, it takes all sorts but who would be an accountant? Nothing on the television, nothing of interest next door - all this suggested it was an evening to be out and about. Should TSM select a house at random but it was not that easy even for TSM to get past locked doors without planning; I suppose I could have just rung the doorbell and nipped in out of time when the occupier came to answer the door bell; but there would probably be many false starts when I just did not fancy the occupant. I mean, six foot six bearded men are just not my type, nor are six foot six bearded women for that matter! A visit to one of my colleagues perhaps? Not Mike certainly! Should I visit the delicious Amanda or the delectable Dharini or the puzzling Emily? Emily was a puzzle. She did seem the one to go and see. Much as I enjoyed the other two's company - and indeed had enjoyed them both rather carnally - I felt I had a reasonable understanding of them. Not so Emily. A drive in the car; care to park a little away from Emily's and a pleasant if short walk in the dark. She was in. You can imagine I had a reserve plan or plans if she had not been - yes Amanda then Dharini! Of course just because Emily was in did not mean my Plan B or C would not swing into operation. Finding her mother and father there for the evening would not exactly encourage me into sexual exploits with Emily. Not impossible of course: just not encouraging. In the event Plans B and C did not need to be brought into operation. There was plenty of scope within Plan A for exploits, indeed twice the expected number. You see Emily was not alone and her friend was not male - no, not at all. There was Emily dressed in a nice little dress, all blue, her dark curly hair spilling over her shoulders and her bosom pushing at the dress revealing, as usual, a lot of cleavage. Next to her a little girl I did not know. By little I mean small, quite petite really. Quite a contrast with Emily. Straight fair hair in a bob, funny little round face - yes pretty enough, full lips, little nose, very blue eyes. Smart jeans and shirt. Not really very much in the breast department at all - as I said quite a contrast with Emily! Friend yes: but clearly rather more than that. Well, they were holding hands, which was sort of suggestive, and their choice of viewing material was not exactly a chick flick. Those that I have seen do seem to be a lot more about romance than sex and are, as far as I know, completely devoid of naked men sporting very large erections. Not so this video! Rather more complicated for the local time stopper to stand behind the settee and watch. I had to be wary of not just one pair of eyes catching sight of me but two. Nonetheless enough standing there in time for me to catch the gist of what the film was about (not a lot of plot but plenty of big cock sex). Nice to see the girls lean towards each other (though it meant I had to hide properly - and quickly). I had not seen girls kissing before. I had perhaps been too interested in girls on their own or couples where the girl was made nicely ready for intercourse. This was different - very different. Just like a man and a woman - well it would be wouldn't it? The heads going slightly to opposite sides to avoid bumping noses and lips almost touching. Yes, I held them frozen in time to get a closer look. Lips opening just a little. It was going to be tongues! It was. A really deep kiss with lips together and mouths open. So nice - I could remember it being so when I had a girlfriend - but not something I experienced with time stop sex. A shame. Still there were considerable compensations. The fact I had these two girls to play with in any manner I chose for the whole evening was one - so long as it did not involve their movement of course. Nice to feel a tongue rolling with your own but would it be nice enough to kiss a time frozen girl? Well, not nearly as good but I already knew that. Remarkably I got my chance not just with one of the girls but both together. I stopped time just as their lips separated. Mouths still open but heads separated enough- so in I went, first in Emily and then in the other girl's mouth - flicking from one to the other. Yes, not unpleasing at all, certainly wet and warm but the lack of movement unsatisfying. It was not something to do often! I settled back in hiding to watch developments. Both immediately wiped mouths. I had got the saliva a bit all over the place! "Oooh wow!" Went Emily. I give her it was impressive. The big black guy on the screen. Actually a good looking bloke for once and tall, together with being well endowed. Actually 'well endowed' was perhaps not doing him justice. They don't come much bigger I am sure. Perhaps it had been surgically modified, certainly he could not achieve a 45 degree or an even better 'stand' - which would have been, aesthetically, rather better - and instead rather pointed at the floor when erect - even if it seemed to get half way there!. But what had really caught Emily it seemed was not just the size and what he had been doing with it but the really big load he spilt. He came all over the girl's tummy - and breasts and face. It was a 'monster' load in every sense and went a long way. 'Powerful spurts' would describe it perfectly. I was impressed and so clearly Emily. Not so Karen. "I don't get what you see in that, Emmie. I think penises are ugly, as you know, and when they do that - urgh! Why do we have to watch this. Can't we just go to bed and..." "OK, OK, OK. I just love big things. You know I do. Go on then, go and harness yourself up while I get the toys." "Can't we just do it without tonight?" "Let's play a bit with the toys then go to bed. How about that. You know I like to be filled. Wouldn't you really like to have that bloke here tied up and spread-eagled so we could play with his cock - just use it like a real dildo? Not him fucking us but us fucking him, just using his great big cock." "No. And you know I couldn't get something that big inside me even if I wanted - which I don't. And you are not to try and force me with your bigger toys. I don't like it." "You could sit on his face and have him tongue you whilst watching me ride. Watch me force his big cock inside. We could kiss and fondle." "I don't want a man tonguing me - I want you." Lovely to see them kissing again and then little Karen getting down on her knees and moving her head up under and into Emily's dress. A very intimate kissing. So nice seeing the little girl's head hidden inside Emily's dress. On the video another stud coming inside a black girl and then pulling out leaving her dripping in a pleasing sort of way. Certainly another girl in the film seemed to think so the way she was lapping up the running semen. Emily clearly agreed. "And when he came in me you could nuzzle and eat it all up right out of me. I wouldn't half like that and then we could play with his cum - you know, slipping it in and out of our mouths as we kissed. Mmmm." A muffled "Urgh, no!" You could pretend it was my cum, Karen." A nicely wet faced Karen appeared. Fantastic to see - a girl with her face wet with another girl's wetness. "You don't have cum, Emmie. Don't be silly. Girls don't do that yucky thing." "I can, I can if we use the squirting one! Really big loads! Shall I fuck you or you fuck me? Go on, you put it on. It's all charged up. I got it ready. Warm it up a bit in the microwave." What an amusing conversation. I looked forward to seeing Karen with a strap on. Out of the room she went in jeans and shirt: back she came almost naked and with what was actually a pretty realistic strap on dildo. Well, realistic apart from being jet black which was very much a contrast with her pale skin and also it being held on by a leather strap around her waist - penises are not normally attached that way you know - buckled at the side and with another (I found out later) underneath her. Her plastic erection bobbed up and down as she walked towards Emily. Some girls who like girls - yes, lesbians - are rather masculine in shape but equally some are very feminine like Emily. Karen was of the former design. As I wrote earlier, nothing much in the breast department, though that was still bra clad, hips rather straight, bottom fairly tight: I suppose her face softer than a man's but perhaps in the right clothes she could have been mistaken for being male but, despite all that, as a girl not at all unattractive. Nice full lips, funny rounded face, itsy bitsy nose, a nice dusting of freckles and very blue eyes under her fair hair cut shortish. Yes, certainly fuckable! I smiled as I watched her reach behind and take off her bra. It was so clearly one of those so called training bras, a garment serving little real purpose as there is nothing much to restrain or support! Karen had nothing much to restrain or support, just a little budding of breasts really, a slight mounding and her areolae as little pointy peaks. Sweet really but nothing on Emily's quite remarkable cleavage. The contrast between the two, one big and dark, the other small and fair, was striking. There was Karen standing in front of Emily, now naked and with the strap on. Emily still in her blue dress leaning forward and sucking on the dildo. A look of annoyance on Karen's face. I got the distinct impression the whole idea of cock sucking did not feature in Karen's concept of sex. Well why would it? Clearly she liked the girls. Emily though... I remained puzzled. "Can I have a little squirt?" A squeeze to Karen's balls and a "Mmmm," from Emily. Kinky! I was not surprised to see the dildo sucking not lasting long. Karen's hands on the top of Emily's dress as she sucked and her big breasts brought spilling out. Really just as a man would have done! Nice to see Karen pulling the (quite realistic) black plastic penis from Emily's mouth, and very nice to see Emily's lips trying to hold onto it, before Karen lent forward and began licking Emily's nipples. A gradual moving around on the settee until Karen was lying on top of Emily and (difficult to quite see from my vantage point) the plastic now inside her. The regular up and down movement of Karen's bottom soon made it all clear. Two girls fucking in the missionary position. What a strange thing! And on the television the video played on, Karen paying no attention but Emily's eyes being occasionally drawn by, it seemed, the big boys. "Shall we go to bed now, Emmie" a whisper from Karen. A kiss, "Mmmm,yes let's, but cum for me first." Well, you can imagine I was not going to miss that. Not going to miss the chance of delving between two girls' legs at once and, even if not doing my own 'squirting' - yet - was going to have a squeeze on those black balls! The female thrusting suddenly ceased and once again I stepped out. "Hello girls, surprise!" But of course no reaction. No reaction either when my fingers duly started their exploration, happily feeling two girls at once. A firm plastic object in Emily and a rather fetish like strap running the length of Karen's sex - a rather wet strap. Both sexes deliciously squidgy with sexual excitement but neither in that position accessible to my penis. Emily's vagina was presently occupied by a plastic penis and Karen's barred by the taut strap - possibly difficult to work around and very possibly uncomfortable. I was not going to attempt intercourse in that position. It was just pleasant to feel, explore and, indeed, squeeze. I had not forgotten Emily's requirement for Karen to cum and I had guessed that was engineered by squeezing the dildo's balls; the likely construction of the whole thing providing a reservoir of mock semen within. Amusing to squeeze but of course not really clear to me if the hidden knob had sent a single spurt - probably quite impressive spurt - up into Emily. I left it to Karen to finish the ejaculation - I mean girls don't get much of a chance to ejaculate do they? Back in time Emily seemed to appreciate the squeezing of the black balls and certainly she was nice and drippy - and I mean really drippy - as she got up from the sofa holding her dress up and away from any chance dripping. Emily had very clearly filled the dildo with realistic looking semen. Karen also standing with pleasingly damp looking erection, indeed really looking like it had actually 'cum,' looking a little disapproving or perhaps a little disgusted by the dripping and all. She really did not, and that was just so clear to me, see the attraction of the penis! The overall movement was, as Karen had sought, towards bed. I kept out of sight as they moved around and got ready. I was looking forward to watching, feeling and joining them in bed. My plans for joining did, of course, envisage a very close coupling! It was certainly a sight to savour, a sight to recall at the office. Emily standing by the bed completely naked, her ample self all displayed, her large chest rising and falling as she breathed, her dark curls cascading from her head and, down below, rising up from those other so dark and so interesting curls an accurately moulded man's erection in an electric blue. It stuck up in the air at a perfect angle, just like the real thing might have done - had of course Emily been a man, which she most certainly was not! What was more there were no straps that I could see, nothing seemed to be holding the blue erection in place. There it was rising from her pubis, her legs closed and one thigh a little to the front of the other. That rather coy look - but not with an electric blue erection! It almost made Emily look hermaphrodite: only the colour just so gave away it was an addition, a false penis, a prosthetic penis. Yes, not the real thing at all. For Karen, lying equally naked, on the double bed it was a different matter. She too was wearing a strapless dildo, very much the same size and shape (it might even have been modelled from the same man - indeed from the same mould) but it was flesh coloured, moreover her flesh coloured. With Emily the blue colour and her so obvious femininity gave the game away: not so with Karen. With her little breasts, slim hips and short hair she could have been a boy; a pretty boy certainly, but a boy; a boy with a good strong erection and waiting for his girl. Undoubtedly Karen was waiting for her girl but a lot of similarities ended there! It was more than time for me to undress and join the girls - or boys! Tucking my stuff out of sight I came back into the bedroom intrigued to find out how the dildos were kept in place. Were they glued on - but unshaven that just would not be possible. I could see with the right type of adhesive it would be possible to achieve good adhesion between the wide base of a mock penis and the mons veneris, sufficient to hold it in place for some vigorous fucking and perhaps soaked off in a hot bath afterwards. Imagine, though, if the glue held. Easy enough to hide the fact you had a prosthetic soft penis glued to your pubes - a nice flowing skirt would do the trick: but a firm rubber or plastic erection - I don't think so! The poor girl with a need to go to work - she has an important meeting in the afternoon. What should she do. Does she explain her difficulty to her nice neighbours? Could they help her get it off? Certainly good old Dan says he knows what to do but first would she terribly mind if, well, he and Mrs Dan enjoyed her together? Cut to bedroom. The girl fucking Mrs Dan missionary style whilst Dan fucks the girl. Of course nothing had moved since I had left the bedroom to undress; Emily was still standing still and, looking in from the door, I felt a full hardening as I looked at her; at her lovely full round bottom - and, of course, I knew all about its pleasures, I had been tucked up inside that before - her fine naked back and just peeping out from in front of her, just in my view, the knob of her blue penis. "Well, well, Emily; you are looking fine tonight. I don't think I have seen you looking more, um, how shall I put it, firm?" Lovely to walk up to her and press my erection into her bottom crack whilst reaching around to hold her gorgeous big breasts. Just the thing all the men, no doubt, wanted to do as she bent over the photocopier at the office. A lovely fondle but then my hand dropped lower: "Emily - what is this? You seem to have sprouted a cock!" My hand on - no actually fondling the thing! Not just rigid plastic (for a rigid thing!) but softer, bendable - yes more like the real thing though without any sort of moveable foreskin of course. I found my hand naturally stroking, naturally wanking Emily's cock. My hand moved backwards and between her bottom cheeks. Fingers on her little wrinkled rear opening and then moving forward. Now where had her other hole gone? It was as if Emily had truly become male in the genital area: but no, fingering soon discovered the dildo carried on back from the visible front erection, back over her clit and vulva and up into her vagina. The mystery of how the erection was held was becoming apparent to me. I pulled and out the whole thing came. There it was in my hand. Remarkable. A sort of double ended dildo. The very visible erection one end but then curving and straightening, before curving up again into a sort of 'U' shape with a second not so big end, a bulb shape - presumably ideal for being held by the vagina. The top where it touched the girl's vulva and clit not smooth but with some interesting ridges - no doubt for pleasing stimulation whilst she fucked her friend with the penis end in the friend's vagina or her (or indeed his) bottom. Very nicely made. What a clever idea. Any girl could have her own erection, could admire it in the mirror if she wished and, of course, could always use the facsimile penis on herself if without a friend! Moving around to Emily's front I admired her lovely wild patch of dark curls before replacing the dildo. Rather nice pushing the funny bulbous end into her and leaving her with a big blue erection. I had knocked my erection against Carson's cock before in a friendly matey way, I had knocked against quite a few penes whilst playing around with copulating couples but this time I rubbed my knob against Emily's cock in a rather more than 'matey' way. Well, what was wrong with that? Emily was so obviously a girl! I mean, I also had her lovely big breasts in my hands! It was really nice to rub against a girl's firm erection! But then there was Karen on the bed, really looking very boyish! Lying down beside her it all looked so very unlike my usual scene. Emily standing above us looked much more my more usual scene if, and that was difficult, you ignored the blue phallus. There, though, on the bed the appearance of me and a man both erect. It amused me! My fingers to Karen's little breasts. Really insubstantial though the little nipple and areolae cones pleasing with a nice little excited hardness to them - something to suck upon (and I did). I looked downwards. Should I? Well, it is something you wonder about - well I had anyway. What does an erection feel like in the mouth? Down Karen's chest, down her tummy I came, the mock knob getting bigger and bigger in my vision. I opened my mouth. Remarkably big. A big thing in the mouth! And then of course the question of how far I could really get it down my throat. Timestopper Begins Ch. 23 "Was that good for you Karen?" She did not answer. "Shall I make you cum?" I tried the head bobbing bit. Yes, really fellating Karen! "Come on, Karen, you can do it. Fill my mouth." Interesting. Peculiar! But despite my inexpert tongue work not a dribble of salty semen. Not a surprise really! What next? Turn Karen over and fuck her in the arse whilst fondling her plastic cock? No - I opted for changing her from boy to girl. Gently I parted her legs revealing her plastic male perineum - all her female sexual bits hidden by the dildo. A careful grasping and a pulling and then, wonder of wonders, her true femininity revealed. The boy became a girl as the flesh coloured bulb was pulled from her. Her little furry slit, her quite small nether lips, her clitoral hood, pee hole and nicely open vagina so recently vacated by the plastic. All looking nicely moist and ready for sexual intercourse. But true sexual intercourse was very likely beyond Karen's experience. She had stated she didn't like penes - or thought them ugly. I looked at her plastic one: hardly ugly, on the contrary, manly and fine I thought. Though, and I looked downwards, perhaps not as pretty as my own... 'pretty?!!' Well handsome then! So unlikely Karen had ever had the pleasure of a real penis inside her. I smiled, "This is your night Karen!" A practice; so pleasant swopping the dildo around so the erection end was towards her; nice to stroke the knob along her sex - the very knob I had been sucking moments before - and it becoming very intimate with her clit before sliding back again and resting at her entrance. "Are you ready, Karen? This is only a simulation: not the real thing." It was really rather nice poking Karen with the dildo; watching as first the plastic head went in and then slowly the rest of it disappearing up into her body. Was this something she did on her own or just with Emily - given Emily's stated interest in penes? I rather suspected that without Karen realistic penis shapes would just not enter Karen's head: or her sex! A gentle withdrawal and then a pushing in again. Gentle plastic intercourse and then time for the real thing. How nice to be kneeling between the little girl's thighs with her sex so pleasantly exposed, so pleasantly wet and remarkably open. Normally, of course, the vagina lies flat and closed but with time stopped the recent plastic insertion was perfectly moulded by her soft flesh. A really open, soft and wet tunnel into her body. Most enjoyable to repeat what I had done with the plastic dildo but this time not just with the visual enjoyment but with feeling as well; my knob rubbing up her sex and toying with her clit before presenting it at her opening ready to take her probable virginity. Nice to pause and admire, "real thing now, Karen. Ready?" Ready or not, in I slipped. No real effort required. Always nice to watch my penis entering a girl and such a pleasant feeling - that slippery, warm feeling. My cock fully embedded I edged forward to lie on top of Karen. My weight pressing her down into the bed. She would certainly feel that when time restarted - just for a moment. In, out, in, out - the gently movement of sexual intercourse. There was no hurry, I could fuck for as long as I wanted. I did not hurry. I paused, "Well Karen, that is the feel of a penis on the very edge of coming. Just the slightest movement might set it off. You can imagine the sign: Danger - unexploded penis!" I didn't set it off, I rested and then pulled out. More fun to come. I was not ready to ejaculate as yet. Karen's penis reinstalled (bulb end inside) and legs closed and once more there was a boy on the bed. Time to hide again and watch what the girls did. Time flowed once more. A start from Karen as Emily got onto the bed, not in surprise at Emily but, no doubt, a strange feeling of sudden constriction as if pressed into the bed by an unexpected weight. Perhaps too the lingering after feeling of a real penis that had travelled further than the bulb of the dildo had done. Did she have a sudden feeling of loss, did she suddenly realise she was now a real woman and not a virgin: that the rite of initiation had passed? "You do look so sexy like that Karen!" A kiss to her lips. Funny seeing Emily crawling over Karen with her blue phallus both pointing upwards and hanging down from her tummy looking like it meant business. Emily on all fours over Karen, their penes almost touching and then Emily leaning forward and kissing Karen so their dildos touched. Slowly Emily let herself down so she was lying on Karen just as I had been, their twin penes lying squashed between their stomachs - no doubt displacing the bulbs within them - no doubt a funny and pleasant feeling. Kissing and then Emily moving downwards. sucking on Karen's breasts - one after another - before drawing her tongue all the way down to her tummy button. A little tickling around there before Emily took Karen's pretend penis into her mouth - just as I had done. I smiled at the frown on Karen's face. It seemed to me that what was needed here was a third person - a man. Emily had a very clear need for cock - it was so obvious. What they needed was a friend to join them - under very clear instructions not only not to fuck Karen but not to touch her at all - rather to be there for Emily. From Emily's point of view the bigger the man the better of course! Ideally some ridiculously over hung bloke. Karen perhaps feeling safer knowing the big 'ugly' thing was far too big to get inside her! Or would she insist he was tied up? But he would hardly object to that - being restrained whilst he watched lesbian sex and enjoyed the administrations of the rather voluptuous Emily. How nice would that be? Being 'borrowed' for lesbian sex - to be used as a human dildo perhaps! Karen seemed a lot happier when her legs were spread (just like I had done) and her dildo removed (just like I had done). Much happier having Emily nuzzling her there. So nice for me to see, such a nice little girl on girl scene and with Emily's bottom rather up in the air as she kissed Karen 'down there;' so nice for me to step forward, alas not in time - Karen's eyes were very open and would have seen me. I stood at the end of the bed admiring all that Emily was displaying. Her pleasingly rounded cheeks, her anal opening looking just so ready for penetration, her big hanging breasts and her not at all unpleasing back - but what I could not see was her sex. It was all obscured by blue plastic. I could have ignored that and gone for Emily's bum. I was no stranger to it after all! An interesting double penetration! But not that evening. Just as with Karen the plastic had to be removed, a grasp of the phallus and a gently pulling away, leaving Emily even more exposed and, just like Karen, with her wet vaginal opening stretched and ready for insertion. I got up on the bed and inserted. How nice that first slide is! Once again some nice regular fucking almost to the point of cumming. I am sure for most men once they are 'in' the woman that is going to be it. The big, shiny knob is not coming out again until it has spoken, until there is a pulsing release of translucent fluid: but for the timestopper it really is in for a time and then out and then perhaps a little or quite a long time later going back in - though it may well not be the same girl! It is more fun to take time. Play and enjoy lots of different things before reaching climax. Panting, really rather wanting to come, I replaced the blue dildo. It was not yet time. With time restarted there was Emily's bottom moving as she tongued Karen. Perhaps feeling just that little bit more excited from just having had her vagina properly exercised. Lovely to see her bottom moving a little but there, below her, her big breasts were also swinging as she tongued Karen. Don't we just love swinging and bouncing breasts? Is there anything more erotic than the sight of girls running with bouncing, bounding unrestrained boobs? Imagine the scene. It is summer and you are walking along a deserted beach with the tide out and coming towards you, running along the wet sand, are three naked girls. Of course you see they are pretty, of course you like the way their hair moves, of course your eyes inspect their furry triangles (or perhaps one is without hair there) but what really catches the eye are the way the boobs are in motion - all six of them. Perhaps two of the girls are well developed but there is oscillation even to the small breasts of the third girl. You are transfixed by the sight as they get closer and closer. Sweet smiles from all three, perhaps a wave and then you are turning to watch their retreating back view - and don't those buttocks look fine? But it is still the boobs you recall! Are women equally delighted by the movement of the penis? I would have thought so - or do they just laugh? Imagine soon after the girls have passed three men hove into view. They are equally naked and running along the wet sand. Fine strong bodies working, no flab there - and no movement to their chests apart from the regular movement of breathing. But down below their sexual organs are simply not still. With each thrust of a leg forward their penes jump from side to side, perhaps even up in the air. One, bigger than the others, is really moving around, its greater weight making the movement that much more pronounced. Is it perhaps half or a little tumescent? Or just naturally big when flaccid? A speculation. But what surprises you is not just the penes bounding but the balls as well. The exercise heating the scrotum, making it slack and letting the eggs inside really swing. Side to side, bounding independently, even jumping forward. They are all over the place. Do you feel - perhaps changing your sex - a surge of wetness in your panties? Do the bouncing organs excite? The men too wave. Do you smile boldly in reply or blush and look at your feet. Turning, you watch the second set of buttocks retreating - tight, hard and male. You smile at the memory of the floppy penes. Are the men with the girls, are they perhaps chasing the girls? An excercise and a game. Might there be intercourse later on the beach? Will the men erect as they close on the girls? What would the sight of three erect men running towards you look like? Does that really make the panties wring? Perhaps you are not alone; you look at each other. "Shall we?" A shared question. There is no one else on the beach. You divest yourselves of your clothes and run, hand in hand, naked along the beach - breasts and penis in motion. There will most definitely be intercourse later on the beach! Back on the bed, Emily moved back up Karen, lying right on top of her. It was now that the blue dildo came properly into play. The two of them kissing, Karen's legs spreading and then, with a push of her hips, Emily inserted herself and began the fucking motion, no doubt enjoying the feeling of the bulb end inside her and the movement of the plastic over her sensitive clitoris. So nice to see her lovely round buttocks moving and pushing. Once again missionary intercourse but with girls. Instead of Karen on top it was Emily playing the man. Amusing to step forward and see if I could swop the dildo around; remove it and place the penis end in Emily and the bulb end in Karen. Not that easy but not exactly unpleasant work. An easing of Emily's legs apart and then fiddling around in two girl's nicely wet sexes - well, wouldn't you like to? Two of them at the same time? It was lucky there was quite a degree of bendability to the dildo! Having established the possibility it seemed a shame not to take advantage of the close proximity of the two sexes. The dildo eased out and myself eased in! Poor little Karen was a bit squeezed under the weight of both Emily and myself. There I was atop Emily with my knob making connection with her sex, pushing in for a few strokes and then coming out and dropping down to Karen's and pushing in there too. Two lovely, wet, slippery holes ready opened by the dildo; just so wonderful to slip from one to the other, completely freely. Once again the unexploded penis inside Karen - almost exploded actually: but not quite! A deliberate pause, a careful sliding out and then a push into Emily. My swollen organ in my lovely work colleague. I lay there on her bottom thinking about the next day, how I would see her bent over the photocopier and know as well as her what she had been doing with her friend but also knowing, which she would not, just what I had been doing! The change around of the dildo ends following my joint fucking was noticed. Indeed caused some consternation. It would no doubt have been worse had I swopped the colours around as well! Emily was scanning the room - she had clearly not forgotten other strange things which had happened before when alone. Perhaps, amusing as it was, it had not been the best plan. Better for them to play on unconcerned. The dildos were left alone as the girls returned to their love making. No artificial aids to their pleasure: just their naked bodies. Pleasing to watch of course. Two girls 'making out' has a visual appeal. Nice to see feminine fingers playing inside each other; nice to see the sixty-nine position and particularly nice to see that 'scissoring' thing girls can do as they grind their wetness together - pink softness intermingling. Nice to see, certainly, but 'scissoring' does seem to lack a certain something - yes something substantial in the vagina! Karen may not have thought she was missing a penis but I certainly did think that! Perhaps a two headed straight dildo would do the trick? It was tempted to go and see if there was one in Emily's 'toy box.' There was, there was! A nice transparent green. Out of time not difficult to separate the girls: there was, after all, no proper coupling between them. I was going to remedy that! "Look girls, I can see you are a bit confused. This really would not do if you were mechanical or electrical engineers or an IT person for that matter. A proper coupling only works if you have a male and a female connector or fastener. You will not get a proper mating. A male bolt goes into a female nut, the male pins on an electrical plug go into a female socket and you screw or push the male plumbing connector into the female one." They looked puzzled. "Look, see here, you have two female sockets here. See my finger goes into each quite readily. They just do not join together. They do not mate. What you need is a male connector. See this, it is male and suitable to go into your female socket. Karen, watch! See in it goes and of course the further it goes the tighter the connection! There you are - fully engaged!" My erection certainly was. Lovely to be there, talking fairly ridiculously to the two girls and just being able to play with and push into their time frozen bodies. "The connection needs to be tight. Sometimes, of course, you oil or grease the male connector before insertion or, indeed, lubricate the female socket." I recall having the momentary image of a boiler suited plumber carefully winding white PTFE tape round and around his erection before inserting it into the client's vagina. Finishing off the plumbing job can clearly wait! "But Karen you have the advantage of a self oiling socket. See how easily my penis moves, gliding like a piston in its sheath." "You understand too, Emily? Let me show you too. See how easily my male coupling comes out of Karen's female one and into your own." Pleasant strokes building up a bit of speed. "So do you see what you were doing wrong? What you need actually is a male to male coupling. Mine, my penis, is simply male: what you need is a coupling that is male both ends - like this!" I held up the green double ended dildo. "If I put one end in you, Karen... there it is, nicely mated; and bring your socket closer, Emily, yes, like that and then if I move you down the coupling until... there you are, you can't see the join and can't see the coupling but it is certainly there; firm and effective." It was funny. Their rubbing continued for quite a few moments then just stopped. Karen looked at Emily and Emily looked at Karen. Slowly they pulled away from each other and the green dildo appeared inch by inch. Karen was wide eyed. "We didn't... it can't be..." She was just so upset. So panicky. So scared. Emily looking around. Looking, I rather thought, for me. How to upset a pair of girls. I was getting rather good at upsetting people. It was becoming an amusing part of my activities - of my power over others. I was enjoying it! Not so good, perhaps, that Emily knew I was, well, not quite the benign office colleague I appeared. All quite amusing but they were really freaked out finding that there. I should have come first before inserting and then gone! I was not now going to find them quite so pleasantly content again that evening. Not at all. I had rather spoilt it all at the end. I should have gone through all the bother of uncoupling them and then after fucking them to conclusion got them back in the same position. I should have 'pre greased' them with my own special thicker lubricant! But I hadn't. What to do, what to do? Leaving them I drove home. Silly really to miss out on orgasm but I had had a lot of fun, a lot of very enjoyable sex: just not completed the act. Had actually spoilt my opportunity - and I had had plenty enough of those - I had almost come several times! Stupid really but I was not finished for the night. Parking the car I looked up at Cindy and Carson's bedroom windows. A light was on. So convenient. I had enjoyed a very pleasurable evening out but so good to come back home - or almost home - to comfortable familiarity, a 'glass' of warm milk before bed and lovely Cindy. Carson surely wouldn't mind a little sharing! In the shadows I stopped time and unlocked my neighbour's front door. Well, did I like Cindy or did I like Cindy? She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly waiting to greet me. I exaggerate a bit of course. What she was doing was walking up the hall with a glass of water in each hand. Nicely warm and damp from her bath, clearly ready for bed and wearing a pair of Carson's striped pyjamas. She looked just so sexy like that. I could tell they were Carson's - the buttons and the fly opened the male way - the buttons to your right as you wear the garment. I could of course see the buttons to the top - the fly I established later... "Good evening, Cindy. Thought I'd pop around." She was just standing there completely immobile. Time stop is very strange really. People reduced to just objects. Everything right about them except animation. My hands reached beyond the glasses of water and began undoing buttons. I had enjoyed playing with Emily and Karen but it was equally pleasant to bring my hands to the cotton of Cindy's pyjama top, undo a few buttons, slip my hands in and feel the soft mounded warmth of her breasts and her big nipples. So much more there than Karen's! Carefully I moved her arms sideways out of the way and undid the jacket to the bottom and eased it open and a little off her shoulders. I stepped backwards and admired how she was walking up the hallway now in a much more pleasingly dishevelled way. It was almost time for my bedtime milk but I felt a little overdressed for bed. Easily remedied! Even nicer, moments later, standing naked in front of Cindy - and I was of course 'standing,' as, actually, I had been for most of the evening! Lovely to suckle first one and then the other breast and draw Cindy's sweet, hot milk into my mouth. Breasts are such lovely things to play with but even better when they are full of milk. They were not too full once I had finished my feed. Timestopper Begins Ch. 23 Licking my lips I stood and reached for Cindy's fly and undid the buttons. Nice to slip my hand through the opening and feel, not springy softness, but Cindy's hairless mons and her little slit. So lovely to feel and then slip my finger a little further into a pleasing womanly wetness. My fingers were certainly used to wet girls that evening. So too was my erection, nicely rearing up ahead of me. It had already been in two girls that evening - probably smelt of girl! My erection slipped easily into the fly and poked at warm wetness. A little sliding and it was poking at her sexual entrance. Tempting to go the whole hog and make a nice creamy mess so she would walk upstairs feeling very wet indeed but well... I did not really want to confuse my friends next door. What if Carson decided to go down on Cindy? I had waited long enough that evening, I could wait a little longer! I pulled out from the pyjama fly and went bounding up the stairs to see how the land lay up there. "Evening Carson!" There he was on the landing, fresh from his bath or shower, pyjama top on but no bottoms. Obviously he was thinking of Cindy - or should have been rather than perhaps some other nice little girl. He was half erect. Was it on the way up or on the way down? Difficult to tell frozen in time. A wet Cindy, a half erect Carson - it all boded well for me to do a little cuckooing. Hiding in Katy's room I watched developments. Cindy must have been a little puzzled to find her jacket open but with a glass in each hand not easy to do anything about it - like close it. She walked up the stairs with her jacket half open and her lovely breasts swinging within. Carson stood looking down as she came up the stairs and as he looked up came his erection. I'm really not into men. I like the girls as you already know but I do like to see an erection happen and most particularly when there is a girl involved. And Cindy was certainly watching it as she came up the stairs, her eyes really on it and, despite the two glasses of water in her hands, at the top of the stairs she got down on her knees before Carson - without spilling a drop of the water in those glasses - and just so nicely took him into her mouth. Such a pretty scene, such an erotic scene - almost ritualistic. I imagined girls at a finishing school learning proper deportment, keeping their backs straight not by balancing a glass of water on their heads but by learning to fellate with a glass of water in each hand. Not using hands to grasp, manipulate and position - the hands being as occupied as if tied behind the girl's back - but just the mouth. Girls in a classroom practising with the aged naked teacher! A man whom generations of girls had learnt so much from! I like to see a penis erect and I most certainly like to see cock sucking. Fuck! Her tongue had sneaked out from her lips and was actually licking under the shaft - wow! It was not a quick suck but the two glasses remained upright and the water unspilled. All of a moment Carson stepped backwards pulling himself from Cindy's mouth. The water may well have been unspilled but the same could not be said of his semen. Cindy had overdone it or rather Carson had let it be overdone. He had lost control of his organ. I like to see a penis erect, I like to see cock sucking and I also like to see a fine ejaculation especially when it decorates a pretty girl. "Oh no, sorry, Cindy, I..." an impressive stream shooting from his penis and actually catching Cindy on the face as Carson stepped backwards a little further. But of course everything suddenly went quiet. I like to enjoy an erotic tableau at my leisure. There was Cindy with her two glasses of water, her mouth still open and round; and on her face, even in her hair a lengthy strand of her husband's semen. Facing her and a little away from her was Carson's penis in full flow - or would have been had time not paused. As perfectly erect as the plastic dildos I had played with and sucked earlier that evening but unlike the strapless ones was in the process of ejaculation. Talk about time stop photography! His urethra was open and exuding. From it a time frozen spurt of cum, some three or four inches in length, was just hanging in the air and probably more was rushing up the urethra to fly into the air with it. Should I? What an opportunity to try fellation. Not simply feel what a plastic penis feels like in the mouth and simulate fellation but actually try it for real - on Carson's completely genuine, warm, soft and hard and, moreover, ejaculating penis. Try it out, see what it was like, taste Carson's cum and then turn to Cindy and release a second load in her direction from a lot closer position - well in her mouth actually! I nearly did, I very nearly sucked on my neighbour's cock. I very nearly did! I had been intimate with his wife in all orifices but chickened out at that. I got very close, I was down on my knees in front of him, my mouth a little open and his time frozen cum could not have been more than an inch from my lips. Had I restarted time I'd have got covered! No, not that time. I looked at it all up close and personal, swollen and cumming, but, well, perhaps another time. Standing up I moved back to Cindy. With Carson's sudden backward movement, exclamation and resultant spurt she had simply not closed her mouth. There it was still as round as could be and so usefully penis shaped. If I was not prepared to cock suck I knew who was - I had just seen her doing it! I do like Cindy, I really do and to just be able to present myself, touch her lips with my cock and slip into her mouth such a delight. And as I touched her lips I became very conscious I was getting her to do what I had been unprepared to do. Yes, I was male enough to her female mouth but my lovely shiny knob, my fine fleshly shaft had been in other girls that evening, was no doubt still coated in a residue of their dried wetness. I turned and looked at Carson ejaculating away behind me - at the sight of his sort of equivalent wetness. Really I should... But, no, perhaps another day, when he was fresh from Cindy, his erection all wet from her. I pushed in past the lips - lovely - slip, slide, slip, slide. The so pretty girl still with her glasses of water and open pyjamas; the so lovely girl who was now having the pleasure of a second penis in her mouth that evening; the nonetheless poor girl who was just not going to be fucked that evening because the two men in her sex life had just... fuck... almost... ahhh! My cock 'exploded,' the cream I had been stirring all evening, building up in my balls (or wherever it all comes from), the pressure and excitement from Emily and Karen all came rushing upwards and out into Cindy's mouth. I stepped backwards and my second and subsequent ejaculation - aided by my hand - shot out and over Cindy's face and hair adding to Carson's tentative spurt. Cindy did look a right mess and would look even more so if Carson's delayed ejaculation flew far enough when time restarted. A wonderful feeling of release - and I had certainly released a lot. But talking of Carson and his ejaculation what was that...? I had stepped backwards right into Carson, not luckily far enough to knock him over but you can easily imagine what I had backed into and what was stuck right up against my bottom - no, let's be more precise, my bottom hole. I had been too, let's say squeamish, to suck Carson's cock but there was I with his erection pressing against my arse almost as if seeking entry and, possibly worse, I had managed, in pressing backwards, to collect all his 'in the air' ejaculate in my bottom crack. I felt - yep, that was it - it all warm and sticky. I could certainly see the funny side of it! Moving away I looked at the pair. Cindy a lot more messy than she should have been with Carson only just starting to cum and, moreover, with cum in her mouth. Carson in the process of ejaculating though the nice stream of cum a bit interrupted by my bottom. Cindy would not realise the cum on her was mostly not Carson's but when time restarted he would see a load appear all over Cindy as if by magic. On second thoughts, perhaps not - his eyes were closed in pleasure. Cindy would not be best pleased by the premature ejaculation; indeed ejaculations plural- but she was not to know that! Balls aching a bit but at least emptied for the moment, I walked down the stairs, picked up my clothes and shoes and slipped out of the front door. Well, you don't often see me with semen dripping from my backside - but as time was still stopped nobody did. Inside my own home I restarted time; smiled as I imagined Carson suddenly pumping again onto Cindy; had a rather needed shower and slipped into my bed. A busy evening. I wondered whether Emily would stare at me the next day or even speak. Well, she had not seen me this time. Probably not then. But it hardly mattered. What a pleasant evening - with lots of amusement. Timestopper Begins Ch. 24 You know how it is; much of your best thinking for the day is done whilst shaving in the early morning. Well, at least it is for me. I am not one of those modern types with the electric razor: no, I am a bit of a traditionalist, not traditional enough to use a 'cut throat' razor - though I believe they are very effective and cheap vis-à-vis razor blades - but nonetheless I do wet shave. A good hot wash of the face, a vigorous application of shaving soap with the old badger brush and away I go. Pulling my skin taut I slide the sharp steel over my face slicing away the whiskers - and most times I manage to do it without a nick or the sight of blood! Most times anyway... The result as smooth as a baby's bottom and with the application of an after shave balm as kissable a visage as any girl could wish for. Well that's my appreciation of the result anyway! But where are those girls? What I was thinking one day, as I pulled the razor over my chin - and it was another of my good ideas - was what would it be like to shave, yes wet shave, the delightful mound of Venus of a girl and leave her smooth and hairless, just needing the application of some after shave balm or perhaps a stingy cologne after shave to complete the job. It seemed to me, as I approached that difficult area between my upper lip and nose, that there was considerable pleasure to be derived from the task. The opportunity to examine in detail, very carefully pull the skin and generally have carte blanche to wander one's fingers all over the girl's sex whilst shaving her. Most pleasant to do such a thing in time with the girl pleasantly reclining and exposed; chatting away as I worked. You can almost imagine the special barber's chair can't you? The chair would have to recline and really the arms would have to be made so legs could be draped over them. "Good morning miss. Just slip those panties off and raise your dress (or slip off those jeans and panties) and hop up onto the chair. May I move this thigh? And the other one. There we are. Now let's see... um, well that is pretty wild. How would you like it? Oh all off - fine. Let's start with hot, damp towel. Oh, that made you jump!" Naturally my thoughts did extend to the application of my own special balm. Yes, the girl still reclining and exposed: really exposed as now hairless and then my rigid cock inserted - by request of course and pounding away to release the balm you see! Coitus interruptus. But not before the young lady has nicely spasmed. The special balm released all over the newly shaved mound and pudenda - plenty of it - and then very carefully massaged all around. Of course much of this depilation is done by other means than shaving. The hot wax, the depilation creams and so on. The dramatic pull to create the Brazilian and what of the sack and crack for the men? It brings tears to the eyes, does it not? But there is a need to reach the hair wherever it is. But depilation by wax or whatever did not have the erotic appeal to me of careful shaving. As I rinsed my face and applied the balm, smiling at my reflection, I decided this was an exercise I should undertake - and I did not mean on me! Who though? Cindy was obvious because she kept herself bare. I wondered if she did it herself, perhaps Carson did it or if she went to a salon. A shame for her to spend all that money. I would be happy to do it for free or, well, some suitable payment in kind involving that special balm I have already mentioned! Other than Cindy, there were plenty of other girls I could choose from but somehow Nathan and Di came to mind. Perhaps the dark straight haired girl from the Downs might actually be even better than Di. Her curls were tight and dark. The other girl, Emma, with her rather sparse fair hair was hardly worth the bother - with a razor that is. Well, Di was plentiful enough with her dark curly hair down below and of course Nathan was particularly hairy right down to his balls. Should I annoy them again? Why not! As I stood at the mirror and the washbasin I found my penis rising at the thought, knocking against the porcelain. The idea of intimately working at Di as she lay back - or had been lain back by me - frozen in time and unable to react as my razor worked, making her look like a little girl, rather pleased me. Or would it be more amusing using the hot wax? Applying it thickly so it mingled in their pubic hair all ready to be ripped from them when it cooled. Fun to do it whilst they were engaged in sex. Imagine them tied up by me and me enjoying ripping the wax from them taking all their curls with the wax. Would I enjoy the pain they experienced? It was not a scene I had really thought about before. More usually my activities were discrete but, with them, they were more than aware of my existence and power. Or perhaps encasing Nathan's soft cock in wax and then exciting him by what I was doing to the tied Di. The amusement of his encased penis trying to grow, but restrained. Perhaps finally the wax unable to take the pressure would crack under the strain and the penis break through like a chick escaping the egg. Potentially dramatic, potentially cinematographic! Imagine it with the right lighting, the hard shell of an apparently flaccid encased penis shivering and then (suitable sound effect) the shell shattering and the mighty male member rising up into the air, shivering, growing, seeking. Of course ideally an ejaculation would follow caught in slow motion: the penis rising to its full height having cracked from its shell, the knob swelling and then the stuff flying. What a marvellous image. What an unusual film! I knew where they lived - the unpleasant couple - I had been there before of course. I resolved to go around that very evening - with my shaving kit. In the meantime, as I stood there, naked, erect and freshly shaved, there was the immediate problem of me having got just a little worked up in my thoughts. Should it be back to bed and think about this and that as I worked my organ, should I perhaps have a nice little wank there with the cold of the porcelain under my balls or... The 'or' got me. Water splashed onto my face and I was down the stairs and out of the front door in seconds. Wisely I stopped time as I opened the door. It would have been quite a shock to the two young women just walking past my door if I had stepped out and hurried up my front garden path towards them just as I was, naked and tumescent - albeit freshly shaved! "Good morning," I said as I walked past them. "A nice morning for a fuck - you see the problem, how ready I am. I'm just popping around to my neighbour. She's very obliging and helps me out with my stiffness... unless, perhaps? Well, I suppose we have only just met." A jolly me bounding up the stairs in Cindy and Carson's house, "It's me! Where are you?" Carson in the bathroom doing just the same thing as I had been doing a few moments before - standing at the washbasin shaving. Naked like me but without the erection. Perhaps he was thinking about the day at work or... I reached out for his penis and drew back the foreskin. Ah, ha! A telltale stickiness; a slight oozing of viscous fluid; my friend had recently ejaculated. Just as I had suspected when entering the bathroom and my eye had fallen on it; his cock had shown a certain fatigue, that extra limpness post cumming and my inspection confirmed it. But where had the ejaculation occurred? Was it now lying discarded in a tissue or more interestingly resting within his wife. I lent in a little closer and thought I could detect the scent of aroused woman. A strong suggestion intercourse had occurred. I wondered if I could taste her as well? Should I let my lips close around the limp member, take it into my mouth and suck? It did look rather sweet hanging there: lovely little soft thing to play with in my mouth, perhaps interesting to see if I could detect Cindy along with the salty taste of cum? Dear, oh dear! Mild homoerotic thoughts - again! But where was Cindy? Was she perhaps still in the bedroom? It was a matter of moments before I found her, indeed still in the marital bed. Still tucked up though seemingly just in the process of pulling the covers off to get up, her cotton pyjama bottoms interestingly discarded in an untidy manner on the floor - as if pulled off in the excitement of intercourse or rather as a precursor to intercourse. Either Cindy or Carson would have needed to remove those pyjama bottoms before the necessary egress to her warm little nest could be made. Now without them my sweet little neighbour was completely defenceless against the urges of her cuckoo neighbour. Once more her nest, her warm little nest, was about to be invaded - and what a nice little warm nest it looked! Lovely to slip into the warm double bed alongside Cindy; lovely to come into this pretty woman's boudoir with the scent of recent sex in the air; lovely to cuddle up to her; lovely to place a hand on her warm breast; lovely to feel down to her furless sex and slip a finger along her little crack and into hot slippery wetness - yes, feel her freshly fucked! Move in close to her face and kiss her lips and even insert my tongue. All so warm and real - not like the imagination of masturbation - but all so still: no response from Cindy, no sound, no nothing. As unmoving as the porcelain of the washbasin next door - but a good deal softer and warmer! Nice to open her pyjama top - the buttons were not done up - and find her milk swollen breasts. Was the sound of Katy crying calling to her? Had Carson recently been sucking on her teats? I still doubted that. I had the feeling he did not like the squirting of warm breast milk. I, on the other hand, was more than happy to settle down to a good feed. It is funny but I actually found the idea of sucking on nipples still wet from Carson's mouth less appealing than the idea of sucking his limp cock whilst he shaved or consuming his recently ejaculated semen whilst engaged in cunnilingus with Cindy. How bizarre to regard saliva as less acceptable than semen! Really nice to snuggle up with Cindy in her warm bed and suck on her nipples and drink, nice to do it whilst twirling my fingers around in her sex, nice to gently part her thighs a bit more and ready her for what was clearly going to be a resumption of intercourse - and of course nice to get on top of her and bury myself in her lovely hot, splishy, splashy sex right up to my balls and work away. And did I 'explode' after just a few strokes? No, that is the wonder of TS sex. I could take a break, go for a little wander to let myself 'recover;' pop in to see Carson and show him my erection all wet with Cindy and messy from his own spending; check around the door to see if Katy was actually awake and calling for Cindy (no actually); nip downstairs and see if there was any tea in the pot - I even nipped outside and showed the girls the evidence of what I was doing! I had a long conversation with them. Well, actually, very one sided. Lots of silliness really. "Shall we do some more fucking?" Cindy did not decline and so I got back on top of her soft, warm body and slipped back in for some more pleasurable thrusting. What, though, was Cindy planning to do next. Was she heading for the bathroom for a shower and getting dressed? It seemed it was not to look after Katy. Perhaps I should let her go to the bathroom - after all it would be quite fun to take her again out of time whilst she was talking to Carson - have his wife whilst he 'watched.' Should I? Why not? Placing Cindy back in her previous position of just getting out of bed, I watched from the wardrobe as time restarted. A slight start and look of puzzlement on her face but she got out of bed nonetheless and did up a couple of buttons on her pyjama top. Such a pretty sight. Cindy with her bottom and curly hair peaking out from below the cotton. Not to the bathroom or indeed Katy but downstairs was her intended journey. I caught up with her a few minutes later bent over the kitchen sink doing the dishes in her pyjama top and Marigold gloves. Tempting to try and sneak up on her in real time, push my erection against her naked bottom and slip my hands up inside her pyjama top and fondle her breasts whilst she said something like, "bugger off Carson, I'm doing the washing up." But she might just wonder how Carson had got it up so quickly or she might see my reflection in the window. No, it was perfectly pleasant to do that out of time; press myself into her bottom crack and reach inside her pyjama top. Nice, in fact, to undo the buttons again and feel the fully exposed breasts, pleasant to remove it and see Cindy dressed in just bright yellow Marigolds - nothing else at all. I recall, musing on the scene, how the Marigolds gave my friend a remarkable eroticism; how fun it could have been for Carson and me to have played with Cindy as she did the washing up (perhaps another time when he had the opportunity to be firm again); our two erections grasped and manipulated by Cindy's Marigold clad hands fresh from the almost too hot sudsy water; our penises covered in the frothy washing up foam as the rubber coated hands worked them; then taking it in turns to take her from the rear as she lent over the washing bowl; our thighs pushing against her soft bottom and each releasing our stuff in turn. And of course that is exactly what I did. I had got very close upstairs in bed but just so nice to have Cindy available to me like this: legs a little apart - actually parted a bit more by me, bent a little forward over the sink, bottom soft and inviting, sex all slippery and wet. Just a slight dip of my hips and there I was nuzzling against her sex; a thrust and there I was sliding up inside her; hands grasped up and around her full breasts. "Are you ready, Cindy, for your second load of the morning? Because it is going to be coming very soon!" Push, push, push. That lovely free pistoning - you know, when the girl is really wet and you just sort of glide in an almost frictionless way. My thrust rate mounting. "Cindy, here it comes!" And come I did. The cuckoo performing at speed in little Cindy's nest. Panting, I slowed. It was over. I stood happily behind Cindy talking quietly to her until I literally fell out. Carefully I put her pyjama top back on and buttoned it up over her wonderful full breasts. I could not think that she wasn't going to notice something given the pounding I had given her. It was an interesting speculation on what thrust per minute speed I had achieved. Has there been any scientific research on that? An interesting doctoral thesis perhaps? The research might be interesting. Guys and gals being wired up to record their TpM (ah, those initials again!); the researcher carefully recording the data on his clipboard - his trousers strangely tight. From the door I watched as time restarted. Did Cindy jump - oh yes, dropping the dish back in the water! Legs going tightly together trapping my recent deposit. I smiled and turned to go. Lovely to think of my pretty neighbour holding my spunk as well as her husband's. I did remember to stop time again as I went out of the front door. Time had flowed whilst I was next door and the two girls were no longer there for me to report to on the success of my intercoursal visit. They had not waited to hear. A moderately satisfactory day at work. With the pleasure I had taken with Cindy and the prospect of playing with Nathan and particularly Di that evening I left the girls alone and concentrated on what I was, after all, being paid to do. Recharged from my time with Cindy that morning I drove around to see if Nathan and Di were in. My shaving tackle sitting in my wash bag. I was not coming to visit and stay the night: I was coming to play the mystery barber. The razor blades were new of course! Not this time the whole group around for supper but Di and Nathan on their own - just as I wanted - and more luck than judgement, in bed and at 'it.' Can you imagine the scene? Me creeping around a completely dark house trying to find them. To be fair it did not take a lot of finding. It was quickly obvious they were 'in' and if the lights were out then they were logically going to be in bed. In bed and fully connected what was more! Nice examining Di's dark sex by feel under the covers and admiring how it was nicely damp and had already absorbed Nathan's rigid member. I could not have timed it better. They were exactly as I wanted them to be. Naked and vulnerable to the Phantom Barber of Bethnal Green (it sounded better than the Phantom Barber of New Malden you see!). Just a hint of time start outside their bedroom, just enough to switch the light on. The Phantom Barber was not going to work by torchlight! It would be the merest flash to them. With time again paused, it was time to carefully move the time frozen lovers apart. A gentle disconnection - well not really. With the duvet thrown aside I just pulled on Nathan's feet and out he came down the bed! No sound of course but wouldn't a cork being removed from a bottle sound effect have just been just so right! Nathan was rolled by me over onto his back and there they were, two frozen figures. Di with legs spread and of course her time frozen vaginal opening very obvious and dilated; Nathan with his wet erection sticking up above his really hairy balls. Well, I had squeezed them a bit before but I was going to shave them now! "Who's to be first?" No answer, so I chose Di. Lovely to inspect her sex closely and admire the delightfully wet passage - just so ready for my own cock. It seemed to be positively oozing lubrication. Yes, of course I stuck my finger in and of course I licked it. First things first. Shaving then fucking but no reason not to get ready. Clothes quickly piled away in another room and suddenly there were two erections in the bedroom. A towel under Di's hips and then the scissors removed from my bag. Much easier to shave short hairs than long curly ones you see. Snip, snip, snip and black curls were being separated from their owner. Scissors even snipping away up close to Di's soft lips. It all had to come off. Curls carefully tidied away it was time for the shaving proper. A wet flannel applied - warm from the kettle of course as the water in the bathroom would not flow out of time. Luckily the kettle still had warm water in it probably from making coffee earlier. Ah, the practicalities of time stop! Shaving cream applied and rubbed in with my fingers - very enjoyable! Tempting to fuck her like that - all creamy - but no. My razor brought into play. Skin held taut and then the sharp blades sliding across Di's smooth skin wicking away the stubble. Careful strokes, very careful alongside the labia major and stroke by stroke Di was denuded. Washed off with the flannel there was Di looking really little girl like with her hairless slit. She did not have the largest of breasts and lying down made them flatter and with just little nipples - sweet but little - she really did look a lot, lot younger than her real age - twenty or something I thought, but not like that. Naughty Nathan - what was he doing! What was Nathan doing, indeed! Well, you can imagine it was not just him. The naughty Phantom Barber of Bethnal Green was equally anxious to try this little girl - this little girl so very clearly able to accommodate a fully grown male: so very visibly capable of accommodating! Lovely to kneel between Di's naked thighs and contemplate her sweetly naked sex. Nice to try it with my lips and tongue first. So smooth, so soft, so liquid at its centre. Then to watch my rather shiny knob touch her, see the comparison between her young seeming femininity and my older and hairier maleness - not though as hairy as naked Nathan beside us. In I slid as easy as anything, Di's vagina already spread open by Nathan and I did that lovely in and out thing we men so like to do. My balls swinging and slapping against her in that jolly way they have. Nice to watch myself coming out a little later. My shiny knob reappearing and bounding upwards on release. It was not yet time to come - there was still Nathan to shave. Timestopper Begins Ch. 24 I looked at the contrast between the two of them. Di all smooth, soft and completely hairless - down below. Shaving her head would have been a bit too unkind. Nathan almost as hairy as a man can get. Perhaps more amusing to shave him completely and remove all his body hair. But what an effort - it would take hours. Of course with an erection like that, Nathan was not going to look, without the hair, the little boy to match Di's appearance. Not a bad erection at all. I moved in closer. He even had hair started to climb up his shaft. A nice curve to it and a good helmet shape. Nice taut fraenum, not too pronounced veins and a nice creaminess starting to show in his slit. I'm sure most men wonder what it would be like to suck an erection. What most of us really want to do is suck our own. How useful to be that much of a contortionist and to add an unusual masturbatory technique to our repertoire. Yes, being able to fellate oneself. No mess to clear up afterwards - if you want to be practical, a good suck, a tickle with the tongue and the no doubt fun of playing with the stuff as it shoots into your mouth, the tongue tip perhaps trying to burrow into the slit or teasing the fraenum. No doubt lovely but, try as I had when younger - and perhaps you have tried the same - upside down against a wall, my knob remained elusively far from my mouth. You know how it is, I'm sure you've tried! But there was one for me to try. Nicely damp with girl juice. It would be sort of like sucking Di - well, sort of. If I was going to try cock sucking - and certainly I was going through quite a range of sexual experiences - perhaps I might try it with someone I was more comfortable with like Carson. It was of course no use me getting squeamish about male genitalia. I had already needed to handle quite a few, and firmly erect ones at that - in order to get at the girls. Or about other men's cum: crikey, I had stuck my willy in enough of the stuff in the course of my internal exploration of the fair sex; I mean I found it easiest to enjoy the girls fresh fucked as I would leave no trace which was not ostensibly already there! I'd even stuck my tongue in freshly inseminated girls. In the practicalities of time stop it was easier to play with the girls after they were fucked rather than before or during. Wanting to play whilst it was going on meant all that bother of manual disconnection, rolling bodies and general physical labour before I could take my turn: so much easier to sneak in as the couple disengage and roll apart leaving the girl so easily available - if a bit 'sloppy' if you know what I mean. No use my getting squeamish. I was about to get up close and personal with Nathan's genitalia firstly with a pair of scissors and then shaving cream and my razor. On his back with his cock in the air but I needed him in the same position as Di with his legs open. Easy enough to move and - what a hairy perineum and arse! The contrast with the now hairless Di marked - well of course Di had a sweet little slit rather than a penis and balls and there was not the faintest hint of labia about Nathan. Pulling at his perineum did not suddenly reveal what Di showed! He was not a secret hermaphrodite. Not, of course, the sort usually pictured as a pretty girl who happens to have a cock and balls but the complete opposite, the hairy, muscular male who happens to have a vagina all labially hidden between his legs behind the usual male equipment. Not really quite as interesting as the more feminine hermaphrodite: no, not really at all - in my opinion anyway! A lot of scissor work, a great deal of dark curls on the towel. So odd holding Nathan's cock upright as I snipped away the hair growing at the lower part of the shaft. Funny to find my fingers actually sliding his foreskin - wanking him - simply out of habit as if it was my own! No chance of Nathan cumming though. Like my squeezing of his balls on previous occasions he would feel residual pressure when time restarted. If I squeezed his cock it would stay squeezed until time restarted but unless that squeeze was the 'last straw which broke the camel's back' it would not result in ejaculation and certainly that could not happen out of time. There simply was no bodily movement. Shame really as there was no doubt a lot of fun I could have with ruining orgasms, the male suddenly without the wherewithal at all and no knowledge why! I could have used Nathan's spunk on Di as shaving cream rather than wasting my own tube! The scissor work done it was time for the shaving cream. Distinctly odd rubbing that in and around male genitalia I can tell you! And then the careful razor work, one hand on the razor and the other on Nathan's cock pulling it out of the way - and as you can imagine it got in the way a lot. Funny to be shaving up the shaft and even odder trying to shave the wrinkled scrotum - not easy pulling that sort of slack skin taut! And then I was working up Nathan's perineum heading for his - yes, his arse hole. I pulled his legs back towards his head bringing it right up into view and there it was all brown and wrinkled. Not the prettiest of pictures really. I lifted Di up into the same position. Really there was no significant difference. A bottom hole is a bottom hole I suppose. The framing was different of course. I much preferred Di's! Snip, snip and then a bit of rubbing of cream - yes, distinctly odd! And lastly the razor work all around the orifice. Sitting back I looked at the pair. Talk about vulnerable. Genitalia fully exposed, not a scrap of hair to hide in, bottom holes revealed and me able to do anything I fancied. I could have stuck a finger up each of their bottoms whilst sitting between them and started time with some salutation like, "Hey, surprise, it's me!" Difficult to know exactly how they would react! Or perhaps insert my fingers into Di and grasp Nathan's cock and have time start with me masturbating both. "Hey, surprise, it's me helping you along!" Vulnerable with hairless genitalia. The hair was all gone! Di looking delectable and naughtily young: Nathan just looked silly! What to do? Well, firstly it was time to clear up and have another feel - and I mean not just with my hands - what Di was like without hair. Nice once more to climb upon her. Nice to hold myself at her still very obvious and dilated entrance and push a little in and admire my shaft lodged in her denuded pudenda. It did look very naughty. Still as easy to slip in as before. A nice bit of fucking but not enough to finalise things if you know what I mean. It was then time to rearrange the copulating couple, more handling of Nathan's cock but actually I did rather like inserting cocks in vaginas - even those not my own! An unusual fetish not many have the chance to practice (the Secret Cock Inserter of Bethnal Green!). Duvet on again. Light switch off. Darkness. Action. "What was that?" The flash of the bedroom light I suspected. "I feel different." Oh yes, just a bit. But they were in the middle of intercourse. Clearly it was not enough immediately to stop the fun. The creaking of the bed, the sighs, the peculiar wet sounds of intercourse all coming to my ears - after all I was not very far away. "I really don't feel right. What's happened?" A disconnection, a fumbling. The bedside light on. Blinking in the unaccustomed light. Duvet thrown back. "Aaah. My hair! And yours." "What!" Complete consternation. Nathan's cock dropping like a stone. All very amusing from my vantage place in the wardrobe. "It's him again." "No." "Yes. He's magic. He's shaved us." "What! You mean he's been touching me - touching us. Where is he?" Being chased around by Nathan seemed to becoming an occupational hazard for me. But actually he wasn't going to see or find, let alone catch me unless I wanted. I could move easily around one step ahead - or rather behind him. Back in bed. Would they continue now? I had perhaps put a bit of a damper on the proceedings. Di looking a little fearfully around, Nathan with his arms around her. Was I going a little too far? But I did not like them. "Let's finish what we started. Let's not let him stop us." "OK Nathan but leave the bedside light on." A slow resumption, a fondling once more of those small breasts, a raising of the nipples. Kissing and cuddling. Nathan getting on top of Di. "Mmm Nathan that does feel quite nice actually, really skin to skin - no hair!" The covers falling back as Nathan moved Di around and prepared to enter her from the rear - doggy fashion, grasping hips and easing in, Di with her head on the pillows and bottom in the air being nicely pounded by Nathan. "Ah, fuck Di, I'm cumming." The cue for my reappearance. I had ruined his orgasm before on the Downs. Why not again? There I was suddenly leaning against the wall of the bedroom giving him the 'thumbs up.' His face screwed up in pleasure but then he saw me - just as intended. And, as before on the Downs pulled out still or about to come, and was across the bed and onto the floor arms outstretched to grab me as he came - and I let him. It was just so funny seeing him snarling at me, pinning me against the wall, both of us naked, both of us erect but him actually ejaculating - I felt it. Hot splashes on my skin. "Nathan," I said sternly, "you are ejaculating on my penis. That really is not the done thing in polite society." "Huh?" But I was gone. There he was against the wall holding nothing. And actually I was no longer even in the house let alone the bedroom. I had been and come - but I am getting ahead of myself again. As Nathan expressed surprise I stopped time and carefully disengaged his hands from my arms. Not actually that easy as they were clasped very tightly. Stepping away I looked down and just as I had said Nathan really had managed to squirt some stuff on my erection. It mattered not. I could put it where it had, after all, been intended to go because there was Di's nicely exposed rump in the air on the bed. Up on the bed I got and took hold of her hips. "That's right Nathan you look at the wall whilst I fuck your girlfriend. She needs a real man to do this." Of course nice to push in. Still very nice, despite the number of entries I had already made that evening. Wet and slippery and so easy. I do so like doggy style. So animalistic - so nice to 'cover' the woman; so nice to feel your balls swinging as you work; so nice to be able to reach under and play with those hanging breasts; and so male on top dominant I suppose - and perhaps you can imagine you are fucking her in the arse if that turns you on! Well, it had been long delayed but when it came - what an orgasm! A real buttock slapping job! I lay across Di's back quite exhausted. "Thanks all. Thanks Di." I gave her a friendly pat on the bottom as I got off the bed. "Thanks Nathan for the loan of your girl; oh and for the, err, semen. I've put it in Di for you." I reached between his thighs, under his buttocks, and fondled his hairless balls and gave them a friendly squeeze. Clothes on, shaving equipment collected I let myself out. Standing outside with time flowing I heard a cry of pain. Had I perhaps ground the two egg shaped testes together a little too firmly - not quite the friendly squeeze really? Could I perhaps hear Di crying - that was not so good really. Timestopper Begins Ch. 25 Chapter 25 -- The Fellowship of the Rings I saw her: a particular dark haired girl with a round face seen at a sandwich shop. A girl with legs clad in black nylon under a dark blue skirt belted at the waist. A girl in high heels talking with a friend. A girl whose little white bra, all lacy and feminine I could more than imagine. Indeed a girl with very fine little dark hairs under her tummy button and lovely perky upturned nipples set in brown areolae and with her right nipple pierced by a gold ring. I could not see all this at that sandwich shop but had seen it all before - yes, standing there was the girl I had first met outside my house when time had stopped and seemingly there was no way of starting it once more. The mannequin girl. The girl I had undressed in her flat and so enjoyed spraying her chest and tummy with my semen as if marking my territory; something I had done long before I had lost any scruple about actually fucking. I had not gone back to her flat on another day as planned: so much else had happened and I had left her alone. But there she was - right there. A girl not yet properly penetrated by me - that needed to change. The nipple ring had not been forgotten by me. It seemed such an odd thing to have. I have said it before but it was not a really a useful place to hang anything -- even keys. Why the single ring? What sort of whim had that been? Was it a boyfriend's request or her own idea? I had meant to keep an eye on her and find out. I had let that task slip. TMP seemed to have let a lot of things slip. Perhaps my addiction to breast milk - well not addiction - though, you see, I seemed now to have two supplies (or four if you counted the breasts!) and was very happy taking advantage of both Cindy and now Dharini. The idea of hanging something from that nipple ring really got to me. Amusing to imagine her undressing for the night and finding a miniature Coca-Cola bottle or a lucky charm swinging from the ring. She fingering, then unclipping it and looking at in in puzzlement. What a wheeze - particularly if I was there to see it. I could have a lot of fun with a different charm every night! Imagine one night it is an erect phallus swinging from her nipple. She fingers it and suddenly I am there completely naked and erect before her, "You summoned me, o mistress, what is your desire?" Her eyes wide with astonishment. Perhaps particularly if I had taken the trouble to paint my knob silver to match the charm! I was tempted to take her there and then - in the sandwich shop with everyone around. I was hard enough, I had the wherewithal, just the thought had been enough to cause the blood to pump into my penis lengthening and thickening it ready for 'the task'. Easy enough to stop time and feel under the skirt; easy enough to slide down the black nylon and the panties and lean her against a table ready for intercourse. Probably no real need to remove the nylon and panties from her ankles but instead step right over them and between her legs and push in before I had even unbuttoned her blouse. Perhaps I might have had to borrow a little French Dressing or just olive oil from the shop to ease the entrance or possibly mayonnaise - if I wanted to make her surprisingly messy! You can imagine the aftermath for the girl, once time had restarted, of her suddenly feeling damp - no gooey even - from my ejaculate. You can imagine the sudden feeling of stickiness between those large flappy nether lips she possessed and not knowing what had happened, what that feeling was in her panties. But how much more so would the feeling be if the stickiness was not just me and a little olive oil but me and mayonnaise! Such a mess in her panties - but tasty! I was tempted, but would rather play the game with her in more private surroundings - perhaps at her flat again. She noticed me looking at her and I nodded as if in recognition. She nodded back but none the wiser, no doubt, who I was. No idea, of course, that the man she had just seen looking at her, the man who seemed to know her, had just decided, at that moment, to get inside her panties in a very intimate and rude way, completely without her permission. Indeed already knew things about her of a very intimate sort. You can perhaps imagine my surprise a few days later at what I found when I took off those very same panties... but I get ahead of myself. I knew where the mannequin girl lived, had been to her flat before and it was not very difficult for me to gain admission - not when I had already 'borrowed' her key and had a copy made. Such an easy thing to do when I had seen her sit on the grass in the square to eat her sandwiches. An out of time rifle through her handbag and a visit to the key bar sorted that out whilst she sat there in the sunshine. Friday night I visited the flat and clearly something was 'up.' The girl was in a pretty dress and the table was set for dinner for two. Somebody was clearly coming around for supper. It rather looked like all was set for romance rather than simply a friend. Nice to see her dressed so well though I thought I might play the sort of game my little sister used to play with her 'Tressy' doll. You know dressing and undressing her. Of course my mannequin would have the sort of detail Tressy lacked. Tressy's bosom was rounded enough but sadly lacking in the nipple department and no furry bush or camel toe. Not quite asexual but definitely rather lacking - I always thought! A nice orange dress with straps and, to me, pleasingly loose fitting. It took just a lifting of the straps and a little slipping of them over her shoulders and down her arms and off came the dress leaving my little mannequin in just bra and panties - or would have done had she been wearing any! That was quick work! And there before me once more was the nipple ring to her right breast - no additional piercing to the left I was quite pleased to see. Just the one nipple ring. But when my hand dipped down below - as it is wont to do - I touched and indeed heard more. Heard? Yes, the 'clink' of metal. Had something happened in the months since I had seen her last? Something had indeed happened! There I was on my knees before this time frozen girl, right at eye level with her trimmed dark curly bush and peering between her thighs - as, again, I am wont to do. What I could see were not simply rings but hanging tiny gold padlocks - yes not just the one! This required more examination. Just like a mannequin I carried the girl into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. There is something decidedly erotic about opening a girl's legs, something decidedly erotic about doing that without permission. Nice enough I accept, yes, erotic enough, to do it with permission or for the girl to open them herself and reveal her charms: but to be able to do it with the girl helpless - perhaps bound - perhaps being prepared for non consensual intercourse is...well, very naughty! A happier scene perhaps if that is just play acting with the girl pretending this it was non-consensual but, of course, there could be no question that permission had been given in my case -- it had not -- but the mannequin girl knew nothing about my inspection! What a remarkable sight - yes, of course, the pudenda has an irresistible attraction for most men, the soft, moist flesh and that delightful, perhaps a little hidden, hole they just want to sink their penises into and release their manly fluid. And, of course, that was just what I was not going to be able to do. Since last inspected my mannequin had visited a man - or perhaps a woman - with a sharp needle. It made my eyes water to think of it but there displayed was the evidence. Her labia minora, her lovely long labia minora was pierced in several places and through the man made holes were threaded gold rings, several to each, and, moreover, the pairs of rings were joined by the little golden padlocks, three in all, I had already mentioned. I touched, I probed, I carried out a careful inspection. There was no way my penis - firm as it was in my trousers - could slip past 'security' and enter the 'delightful hole' I mentioned. Without a key to the padlocks the way was firmly barred! It had not been my intention at that point of the evening to engage in actual intercourse - I had been interested to await developments - but the sight and thought of this girl being locked away inflamed my desire. But whilst I could get a finger between and into her passage, it was simply not possible for a more substantial thing to pass. Of course I hunted for the key. It - or they - were not on the chain around her neck; it was not in her handbag; it was not in her bedside cabinet; it was not hanging up by the front door - it was in none of the obvious places. Surely she had not given up the key to the putative boyfriend? That, though, raised the question of whether he was similarly locked up. Did the mannequin girl have the key to his penis? And how could such a thing be done? I rather liked the idea of borrowing the key as soon as he arrived, undoing the locks and having my way with her before joining the rings again leaving my semen locked away or perhaps seeping between the lips. He finding an unexpected creaminess appearing around the rings as if, apparently impossible, somehow a man has got there before him and penetrated his personal possession. The idea of a woman belonging to a man is unexpected, even abhorrent, to our modern Western culture but a woman who gives up egress to her sex and hands the key to her man cannot really be said to have done other than relinquished possession! Perhaps if she has similar possession of the man that is different. But how could she? Tempting to strip and play naked with her on the bed even if I could not fully engage with her but it seemed better to control myself and await developments. I carried her back to the kitchen and like the mannequin I dressed her again in her orange dress before hiding myself away. He seemed a nice enough sort of chap and I let themselves settle down with a glass of wine before I bothered to stop time and begin my inspection. Undoing a bloke's fly is not my usual time stop activity. From my history to date you will appreciate I am no stranger to male genitalia. How could I not be when I have found the girls are at their most pliable, most deliciously lubricated, when engaged in sex. Not just with Carson and Cindy have I found it necessary handle and even extract rigid members from girls before replacing them with my own. I am not squeamish about such things and can appreciate the rugged beauty of a well erected penis! I just prefer the soft contours and damp places of a pretty girl and whilst there is probably some pleasure in bouncing - perhaps juggling - a fine pair of balls in the hand it can be nothing to the feel of a firm, and sizeable, pair of boobs. Nonetheless, as they sat side by side on the sofa I was rifling through his pockets and pulling his zip down. To add decoration to the scene I had raised the orange dress to the girl's waist and so had a very fine view of her dark bush and between her partly opened thighs not just the glimpse of more tight curls and soft pinkness but the gleam of gold! I found the key! But as I delved inside his fly I felt not just the soft sausage shape but more metal. This was going to be intriguing. A pull and out into the open came the boyfriend's penis. Not yet erected. I was sure that would come later. And there was the metal. I was dumbstruck - well, that's not true, I said 'fuck me!' right out loud I think. I had heard of the 'Prince Albert' but had never seen... Yet there - up close and remarkably personal - was a possibly first rate example. Male nipples can of course be pierced just like a woman's but there are also a wide variety of scrotal and penile piercings that can be done. I have since made my researches. The Prince Albert is I suppose the obvious one but it is quite extreme. Personally I do not fancy a needle making a hole between my urethra and the outside world somewhere around the base of my knob: but, still, it takes all sorts - and my mannequin's boyfriend was clearly one of them! Nonetheless that seems to be what is done and then a ring is threaded through the new hole and up and out through the more usual exit (subject to healing and all that). The obvious question is with having two holes rather than the traditional one doesn't that result in both urine and semen coming out of both (either one liquid or the other of course...). The answer seems to be this does tend to happen particularly if the jewellery is not in place at the time (perhaps on the mantelpiece or somewhere else). However a twist to the penis or a strategically placed finger should mean all will be well and then you can pee standing up in traditional manly - rather than girly - fashion. Of course some men have more than one piercing through the urethra and I think the person can end up spraying a little like a watering can rose! Possibly amusing to see (shocking?) but not if you have your best suit and shoes on and are standing at the next urinal... The recommendation for the pierced is to sit down like the ladies - which raises the big question to me: why bother? I was unsure, as I stared at what was in my hand, whether, aesthetically, a substantial curved stainless steel bar coming out of the hole at the end of your knob - yes, the meatus if you want the technicality - and curving around the aforementioned knob to disappear into the flesh of the corona looked erotic, impressive or just downright uncomfortable. And when I say substantial I mean substantial -- this was no thin gauge of stainless steel. The advantage of time stop - well there are many advantages actually - is there is no hurry. There was no need to take a quick glance. Instead there was all the 'time' in the world to look. And I did more than look, I took the penis carefully in hand and examined it. I supposed the shiny steel coming out of the meatus did have an association with the shiny pulsing of semen. Yes, I could sort of see the attraction of having your tube end permanently stretched open and perhaps there was something manly about this not insubstantial bar coming out of the knob end. Perhaps! Very peculiar to finger this ring and be able to rotate it inside his knob; though I could not rotate it completely as there was a steel ball built into the ring preventing complete movement and that would not go through either hole. But I found the other hole, the piercing below the coruna to the side of the fraenum disturbing. I also found the idea of this ring permanently threaded most peculiar, or did until I discovered the secret of the ball - it moved. The ring was not complete. It only appeared to be so. Moving the captive ball aside enabled me to ease the ring around and out. A not insubstantial weight in the palm of my hand. Without the ring the piercing looked even more disturbing. I was certainly not heading into Croydon town centre to find someone with a sharp and seemingly rather large needle in a hurry! Difficult, too, to imagine threading the steel down into my penis and out through the hypothetical piercing. What would it feel like in my pants when out and about - snug and comfortable? I thought not. Allegedly this 'Prince Albert' was worn by the eponymous prince in order to keep his tackle strongly to one side under his clothing to confirm with the then dress code for men. A complete reverse of the cod pieces of, say, Tudor times. However there seems no documentary evidence to support that or knowledge of whether Queen Victoria preferred to have it removed for intercourse or not. The name has however stuck. I sat next to him turning his ring over and over in my hand as I thought. I could not but equate the ring - whether through nipple or penis - with the ring through the bull's nose. A ring inserted through the sensitive septum to control the animal - to be able to lead it by the nose so to speak - or the ring through a pig's nose to prevent it rooting. The human piercing seemed to have a similar idea of control. A chain through the ring and the man or woman would have to follow! Slipping the ring back on - with time stop the urethra had not closed but had stayed dilated and there was no difficulty even with what was clearly a large gauge ring - it certainly held the urethra fully open! An unusual sight -- a knob with a really open mouth. This was no thin ring like the girl's nipple ring. It was certainly substantial though it would not, perhaps, look so large when the penis was tumescent - in comparison. Unlike the padlocks I did not think the Prince Albert would prevent intercourse. Possibly uncomfortable for the girl to have a metal ring pushing into her rather than the smooth domed shape of the 'unadorned' male. Not, though, the chastity device of the girl - that would certainly prevent intercourse. To be fair I soon realised the padlocks were more symbolic and real as the rings through the girls labia minora had similar captive balls and could as easily be unthreaded as the large ring of the man. It occurred to me that threading something - perhaps an even larger ring through the Prince Albert would indeed prevent intercourse - not masturbation - but intercourse; the man unable to insert because of the objects hanging from his knob. I imagined with some amusement the idea of a quite large metal object with some weight to it, threaded through. Easy enough to carry, though hardly comfortably, when wearing underpants as the weight would rest within the sling of the cotton but what about undressed? How uncomfortable to be walking around with a heavy weight dragging your cock towards the ground! The weight swinging as you walked and your poor cock elongated and pulled towards the floor. Perhaps it might lengthen it - does that make the idea more attractive! Perhaps the girl might like that. See her man weighed down and controlled. The weight padlocked to the Prince Albert. The girl teasing him and exciting him. Little he can do with the weight. The padlock preventing intercourse but not stopping an erection. The sight impressive to see. The poor elongated stretched penis firming and, if strong enough, actually raising the weight up like a crane at the docks lifts a cargo for a ship. The penis rising manfully dragging the weight upwards. Will it be strong enough? The girl getting so wet at the sight of the powerful penis raising so much weight upwards or, alas, does it snap under the strain - ouch! What I needed to see next was the penis erect. Would this improve the appearance? Would I then understand why he had done this thing? I was also rather intrigued to see ejaculation occur whilst this bar was curling out of his cock. Of course if, as was more than likely, intercourse occurred it would be difficult seeing that as it would all be hidden inside the girl! Would he remove the ring first? But, again, how intriguing, albeit disturbing, seeing him perhaps ejaculate from both holes - white cream shooting in two directions! And with all this interesting experimentation with the pierced penis and the Prince Albert, I could have a lot of fun with my mannequin. The prospect was good. I suspected though that dinner would come first - it certainly tasted good. I had only tried a bit - really. I left them to it and went for a walk and thought. What would they do - what should I do? Obviously I was interested to see if I could observe their sex play. See what part the metal played; see if the Prince Albert was removed; ideally observe ejaculation; see when the padlocks were undone; most certainly play with the girl herself; but was there something yet more amusing I could do? The idea of slipping the girl's nipple ring through the Prince Albert was a thought. The idea of them getting tangled up rather fun! Amusing to see them locked together. I mused on the image of people tangled. I imagined the girl having, instead of possessing the single ring, rings through both nipples. Would two strangers hooked to her be more fun, more amusing, whether by cock rings or other jewellery? Timestopper Begins Ch. 25 The image of two girls locked nipple to nipple was somewhat erotic -- actually, quite a lot really! Their nipples touching and rubbing together; the image of them pulling away from each other -- nipples becoming taut. Perhaps introducing the boyfriends into the scene and them similarly entangled. Perhaps Prince Albert through Prince Albert - the boys aghast at the joining or perhaps instead hooked to the girls' nether piercings but of course wrong boy to wrong girl! Such a difficulty to sort out. The problems, though, of moving all these people around and undoing and rejoining body jewellery might well be beyond even the super powers of TMP! Of course joining up a whole group of people by nipple, labial, penile and any other type of ring (earings?) had even more potential for mayhem but would it actually be erotic? It was interesting speculation! I had, though, just the two. It would be fun to surprise them with a little interlocking of rings. They would not have a clue how it happened. My idea of padlocking together would simple not work in any real restrictive sense as they could undo the captive balls and slide them apart - unless... The idea began to grow. A really wicked idea. What if they could not undo the rings, what if they could not separate? What would they do? Permanently coupled in an unusual way; the panic rising as they find they cannot undo the rings; penis to nipple; the firmness of the cock subsiding with the concern and worry; how did it happen - why cannot we separate? Or perhaps better labial ring to cock; perhaps even better if the boy had a scrotal ring or two giving the potential to lock their two sexes properly together whilst engaged in coitus - the boy unable to withdraw - a permanent coupling! Would they, with difficulty, hunt for the bolt cutters to release themselves - but would this girl have any to hand in the flat? Unlikely! Do they call the twenty four hour emergency plumber/handyman? Would he not be surprised! Or do they try to get to the hospital casualty department? But how are they to do that so intimately connected? Perhaps they call a surprised friend - that did seem the most likely - such a pity they did not know me to call! It would certainly be more fun if I was called in to help, pretending surprise and a complete lack of understanding. I could ask the most amusing of questions about how they had got into such a predicament and have the most amusing difficulties in separating them. Perhaps I would have no bolt cutters or even pliers but a file! I imagined the difficulties of filing away at the metal without touching the most intimate of places. It just could not be done. The girl asking me to be 'more careful;' then me referring, to her utter embarrassment, her wetness and that it was making it difficult for me to get 'a purchase' on her rings; perhaps worse, the regular filing action rubbing on the boy's cock and causing it to erect. "Now that does not help, Tom (or whatever his name is). Please make it go down. It is embarrassing me!" But perhaps it does not and I insist the girl makes it go away or I cannot work on the filing. She asks if I could leave the room whilst she wanks him off but me saying, "Hell no, I want to see if it can come out at all with that great bar in the way." I am in control! Marvellous! I watch it all, right to the spurting conclusion. It might be then that I raise a question of payment... You can imagine what I want - a handjob or a blowjob or perhaps the chance to fuck the girl. Is she a friend of mine or just him who is the friend? Am I just the visiting handyman? They protest but I have them. Who else are they going to call? The terms are agreed but do I insist on payment 'in advance' so there is no chance of backing out? Fuck, a nice idea! The boyfriend powerless as my strong erection pushes into his girl right next to his entangled but recently wanked and therefore soft penis. Not just having his girlfriend fucked in front of him -- a fucking he is powerless to prevent it but with him intimately involved in the humiliation. Or the blowjob. They coupled together and he only able to watch helpless as I open my fly and bring the swollen head of my already erect cock to his girlfriend's mouth. He wincing as I push at the open lips: she looking 'daggers' but bound to comply. Lovely to stand there just touching her lips, enjoying the power I have over them. Perhaps me just lightly rubbing the smooth knob against her lips. "Get on with it!" He says angrily. "Does she swallow?" I ask. Much more dominant to ask him. "Do you have to do this?" He asks. "Would you rather suck me - do you swallow?" I ask, notionally giving him the option of saving his girlfriend the humiliation. He looks away - he is not prepared to do that. "Does she swallow?" I repeat and then push and my penis enters her mouth. It is hot and wet. I am most comfortably lodged! And finally a quiet "yes" from him. Oh good! But how to permanently join the rings so they would not come apart? Welding was hardly going to be possible! No, the idea had come to me - Superglue would be most effective. If she did not have any it was not going to be difficult for TMP to secure some. She did. Back at the flat dinner was concluded. Coffee had been made and they were sitting on the settee together, cuddling. How nice and even nicer to see the boy's fly open and his erection already sticking out of it. I like to see these indicators of sex play - the happy signs the woman will be ready for intercourse when I want her to be. Nice of course to feel her, slip fingers either side of the still joined rings and feel wetness - and rather damp padlocks! It would be important to keep their mechanisms well oiled! Nice to see them kissing whilst she stroked his erection and fingered his ring, moving it round so it travelled inside him as well as in and out of his two holes. Amusing to see her tugging the captive ball against his pee hole, his meatus. It would not go in - just too big of course - but probably a nice feeling. I just did not like the idea of that other hole. Having a pretty girl insert some smoothly rounded metal object - a 'sound' is the medical term - into my urethra could conceivably be pleasing. I was willing to give that a go - after all a pretty girl playing with your cock in interesting and having that done in pleasantly different ways sounds all right to me and, I am sure, most men. Having a girl happy to play, manipulate, hopefully admire and suck your cock for a quarter or half an hour before getting down to the serious business sounds my idea of fun. If she wants to dip it in whipped cream or warm chocolate and suck then that is fine by me; if she wants to dress it up in dolls clothes and play with it that is fine by me; if she wants to decorate it with painted flowers I am sure I can bear the brush strokes; if she wants to play urination - water sport - games I am sure I can keep drinking the beer and stopping and starting as she wishes; if she wants to... well you get the idea! I am happy to be obliging and happy to be played with by a pretty girl. In his pocket the key to the padlocks. Of course that would be almost as amusing really. Simply take the key. Their frustration at finding it missing. The boy's cock all up and ready and nowhere to go! Especially if the rings were already superglued together - they would need the bolt cutters to get 'in.' Not for me though - I could undo the padlocks out of time and... It seemed just the moment to try the key! He had already discovered the missing panties, his hand under her skirt and he was, no doubt, touching her and enjoying the easy access. With time stopped it was easy to step forward and remove his hand before lifting the dress. As usual I removed my own clothes making me the naked one in the room. A hand in his pocket and the key in my hand. So nice to kneel and come up close to the mannequin girl's sex and touch her so intimately and carefully as I fitted the key and one by one undid, unclipped and set the padlocks aside. Without the padlocks my fingers separated the girl's long lips (now so strangely pierced, three to a flap and each with its own gold ring) and there, now opened, was the so pleasing middle way into her body. My erection was firm and more than ready to be perhaps the only occupant that evening. Simply delightful to slide into my mannequin girl. Of course I had wanted to do that right from when I met on her on that first day of my amazing power. Not something I would have dreamt of doing then -- well, maybe dreamt but not actually done. I had changed. Not only was I content to fuck her - and with gentle strokes that was exactly what I was doing - but was about to upset her big time. Very nice to slide for a while. Nice to enjoy the pleasant feeling of slipping in and out of the girl. Nice to fondle her breasts. Even amusing, as I fucked his girl, to move his ring around inside the man's now erect cock. Easier really than when it had been flaccid. Still so strange to see this shiny stainless steel bar curving out of his penis' end -- the mouth held wide by the metal. I could not help thinking how peculiar it must feel when he pushed it into her -- or, as I had speculated, did he remove it first? I rather suspected not. Tempting to release my cream and then padlock the girl up; rather trapping it apart from a perhaps limited oozing. But no -- I had games to play. Fully erect I extracted myself and re locked the padlocks before retiring to await developments. It was not long before the couple retired to the bedroom, shedding clothes on the way. "I can't find the key." "What!" "It was in my pocket. I must have dropped it." "Perhaps it's under the table or on the settee." So funny seeing them searching. She delectable, he with his erection and steel bar. Both naked and on all fours - what a sight. "I want to be fucked. Why did you insist on these stupid padlocks?" I smiled to myself '... but, my dear, you have already been fucked!' But there was a lovers' tiff coming up! Not conducive to my plan. I wanted them on the bed with their sexual organs in close conjunction. I let them 'find' the key. "Here it is!" "Undo me - now." The couple on the bed, kissing, cuddling and stroking again by the light of a bedside lamp. The girl's sex now unlocked and delightfully open. And then the boy moved in. Fuck, I thought, he really is going to put it in without removing his ring. She was fingering it. Clearly she rather liked it. And then he was pushing against her. Once more I stopped time and examined the remarkable sight of the boy's erection within the girl. It really had gone in, Prince Albert and all! It was however about to come out again, It was time for the super glue. Carefully I, pulled them apart, carefully I moved aside all of the balls in the girl's rings and one by one applied the glue and reconnected the balls. To all intents and purposes the rings were now permanent. The padlocks were no longer needed. Carefully I undid the Prince Albert and one by one threaded the girl's labial rings onto it, alternating from side to side. The girl's entrance once more closed but not now padlocked but penised! There was the boyfriend right at the entrance but his way well and truly barred by his own cock! Very carefully I moved aside the larger ball of the cock ring and applied the superglue before pushing it back into place. The joining complete. Retreating I restarted time. "Ouch, no, don't pull. Don't pull! What's happened?" "We've got entangled somehow. No, I don't believe it." There was quite a time spent in consternation and discussion. And all that time the superglue was gaining in efficacy. "Undo it!" "Fuck, I can't." "What do your mean. Fuck I can't move the balls either." And she did not mean his testes! Such frenzied activity at their groins but not the usual sexual activity you might expect of a naked couple! "They won't undo. What shall we do?" "I don't know. I can't move the fucking thing. We need to cut ourselves free. Have you any bolt cutters?" Ah yes, great minds think alike! "Of course I don't. Don't pull it hurts!" The difficulty of them moving even across the bed was a giggle to see - let alone them standing. The boy's cock no longer erect but certainly stretched. The expected discussion of who to call came next. The impossibility of driving to the hospital, to 'Casualty,' discussed - though it was hardly a medical problem. The idea of the plumber discussed but eventually the idea of phoning 'Dave' settled upon. It was all going just as I had expected. "I know he's a good friend but seeing me like this." "He can hardly work by feel, he might nip something with the bolt cutters. He'll have to see." "But he will see 'everything,' absolutely everything." "Me as well." "But he's seen your willy before surely?" "At school but not since... not since the Prince Albert." "Well, you shouldn't have had it done then." "I thought you liked it." "Maybe I did: but not like this." "I might get stiff." "You'll just have to put up with the fucking embarrassment. I want to be separated. He's the one more likely to have a hard on when he sees me like this! And if you don't shut off I'll wank you off whilst he's doing the job and that'll really be embarrassing for you." Great minds think alike - again! The phone call made. To their relief 'Dave' was in and did possess a set of bolt cutters. It was clear he was puzzled by their need at that time of night. "No Dave, it can't wait until the morning. Please come round to Carly's" So funny watching them struggle to the front door and wait rather uncomfortably for Dave. His shock at finding them waiting naked for him. There was Dave in jeans and tee shirt holding the bolt cutters and there were his friends naked and seemingly engaged in standing up intercourse. He was open mouthed. "What the..." The predicament explained. Dave with tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks and, at that stage, he had not yet seen the metal -- that was all between Carly's thighs. And from my vantage point I could not miss that his eyes kept flicking to Carly's naked boobs. I was sure he was going to enjoy this! "I'm going to need to take a look and I don't think this will work standing. Let's go in the lounge. I think it'd be best Jason if you sat or lay down and, I don't know how to put this any different, Carly, if you can spread you legs, yeah knees either side of Jason's thighs." Probably the best idea but there he had the girl completely exposed, not just her sex but her whole bottom and arse hole right in front of his eyes. "Phewee, yeah. How did you do this. This isn't entanglement but everything is threaded together. Don't you just..." "Oh!" He was touching the girl. Not on her back or arm but on her labia. Well, I was sure he would make sure he touched as much as possible! "I thought these undid. Whoa! Fuck. This big ring goes right through your... when did you? Why did you?" "Dave. Do you have to touch me there?" "Just seeing what to cut. This is not going to be easy. You really are closely, er, coupled." To add to the amusement I fetched some oil from the kitchen. Even funnier to make everything really slippery as if the girl was simply leaking lubrication; indeed for Carly to find herself suddenly gushingly wet - somewhat surprising for the two men. I poured and liberally applied the oil out of time. "It's a bit of a difficulty getting a grip. You seem to be... oh, Jason do you have to do that." Wonderful. Jason was getting the feared erection! "I'm not sure that makes it easier. No, the ring is so tight against your, err, your cock. I'm not sure I can get the cutter in without hurting you. You need to lose the stiffy." What a predicament. The poor couple so exposed to Dave. Could it get any worse. "Perhaps if I got some ice." That was going to be something else. Dave holding ice against Jason's erection! Not surprisingly, with Carly so nicely exposed and the sight of an erection pushing against Carly's sex, their friend Dave had reacted manfully too. I could see the bulge. As Dave applied the ice I stopped time and stripped him. It was not the quickest job but of course there was no let up in his erection. With time stopped there was no chance of that happening. Had I been a woman, yes a woman time stopper - Temporal Woman of Power - that would not be something I would need to worry about. No risk of premature ejaculation spoiling the fun - and doesn't it spoil it, girls? Such a nuisance that boys come so easily. Once a man was up Temporal Woman of Power could ride him for as long as she wished - one, two, three orgasms if she had the stamina! What she wouldn't get is an ejaculation but are women really as turned on by that as we men think - or think they should be? What proportion of women really see our just so wonderful spurting as actually our rather silly 'dribble?' Answers on a postcard to... It was really funny. Jason and Carly all tangled up and their friend as naked as he was born applying cubes of ice to Jason's cock and with his own organ very much in need of the same treatment! Time restarted and Carly spotted Dave's nakedness and his erection even before Dave noticed things had changed. "Fuck Dave, why've you taken your clothes off in the kitchen. We didn't invite you around for a gang bang." "What, Huh! How'd that happen? Fuck. Sorry, I..." Dave embarrassed. "I didn't. What's happening here? Who's playing tricks?" "That's too cold. Stop that. Dave you're... Don't touch Carly with that." Dave was looking wildly around. "There's somebody looking through the crack in the door!" That was not a new experience: being chased naked by a naked man - both of us erect to boot. It had, after all, happened on the Downs with Nathan. Fun for some! Well, I say 'chase' but the contest was unequal. Time stopped and I was gone before he even moved a foot and he found neither me nor my clothes. Back with Jason and Carly. "Do you think your flat's haunted. You know, a poltergeist or something?" "No!" "Well, how do you explain my clothes and your impossibly locked rings? Talking of which... Oh, don't move Carly you'll get Dave all hard again. Too late!" Great! Both boys going up again. "Carly you're going to have to make him go down before I can cut his ring." "You mean?" "Exactly. Shall I leave the room?" "Yeah, go!" That was from Jason. But from Carly, "No. Fuckin' stay. Let's just get this over with." Even better. Carly's hand enthusiastically working Jason's foreskin: he looking on in horror and Dave looking on in utter amazement and then the 'big event.' Jason's cock pumping, all at once the semen squirting out around the invading ring and of course all over Carly's sex and thighs. Dave watching open mouthed with his cock at full attention. He was not going to forget that. He even stroked himself a couple of times before he realised what he was doing and where -- in public! And me stopping time for a closer look. Taking pleasure in the absurd tableau, At last the penis subsiding. The bolt cutters applied and the couple freed. Carly able to stand and close her thighs and resume a degree of modesty - certainly compared to Jason lying on the settee with a limp penis drooling semen and the remains of his stainless steel ring still embedded but now with a section missing from two deft cuts with the bolt cutters. "Be careful of the jagged edges, " said Dave, "be very careful!" Funny to see how worried Jason looked. "No, wait let me do a bit of filing first." So funny to watch, Dave holding Jason's limp cock up by the ring and filing away. Jason's semen on his fingers! The filing not going well. "I'll come back to that. Not so easy." Timestopper Begins Ch. 25 "Shall I do your rings too, Carly?" "Suppose you'd better." And delightfully Carly had to expose herself once more. She lay back on the settee and opened her thighs wide as if Dave was giving her a gynaecological inspection or, of course, inviting him to fuck her. He must have enjoyed that, just such fun it must have been for him -- and you could see it was with his penis just going up again! Up? Yeah, it pumped up in quick very obvious jerks. That caused Carly to frown again. This lovely girl inviting him to touch her intimately and he exposed to her with his erection lined up for penetration. Had he wished he could have just pushed himself forward and into her whilst his now impotent friend just sat there fingering the cock ring still embedded in his limp dick and wondering what to do. There would have been no difficulty what with all the oil I had poured. And you can guess what happened next. I had found it so amusing connecting the wrong people together before. As Dave picked up the bolt cutters I stopped time and moved forward. The mystery poltergeist struck again! Carefully I eased Dave down onto Carly. It was a very fine and firm erection and the rounded knob so easy to line up and insert into Carly. Not at all the square peg in the round hole! I pushed fully home. The consternation when time restarted! "Fuck - what are you doing Dave?" "I didn't." "Get out of me" Dave literally leaping back and off Carly, penis springing free. "Fuck, Dave, you've come in me!" "No, I haven't." "Well, what's that then?" Dave's erection bore all the traces of an ejaculated cock. "Oh, but I haven't..." Carly's finger touched first the cock and then her mouth, "It tastes like cum!" "I haven't. It must be Jason's stuff." "He didn't come in me and, fuck Dave, you took advantage..." "I didn't. It's the poltergeist." "A poltergeist who cums?" "Look. I haven't cum!" "Well what is this?" She held her fingers up and waggled them. "If you haven't - then fuckin' show me." Perhaps I need to wind the scene back a bit. You see as Dave sprung back startled at finding himself fucking Carly - something he probably would not forget in a hurry - I stopped time and re-entered the scene. Time, I thought, to slip into something comfortable! There before me was Carly's beautiful sex, so deliciously open and ready, even with little gold rings like landing lights to show me the way. I just sank in and began to fuck. Dave hadn't done that. He'd just pulled out - not one stroke. I, on the other hand, did a great deal more than one stroke, bringing myself almost to climax several times before pausing. So nice. And then I finally let myself go. My first ejaculation inside my beautiful mannequin. A lovely release. Such a shame the male orgasm is so short. Subsiding it was easy enough to apply Jason's and my own ejaculate to Dave's cock. A very artistic effort even down to making it appear some was still leaking and running down his knob. Feeling pleasantly relaxed I stepped from the scene. "Go on show me." "What!" "Go on, if you haven't fucking show me. Wank it out!" And there was the wonderful scene of Dave wanking as Jason and Carly watched. It would have been an idea to have got a tissue first but no one was thinking properly. To be fair to Carly, and perhaps Jason, they did not think it would happen -- but it did! "See!" said Dave stepping right up to Carly as his cock began to spurt - and spurt it did right across from Dave and onto Carly's breasts. As the expression goes - a woman looks good in pearls and Dave was busy adorning her. And it can hardly not have been fun for Dave. Wouldn't we all like it, lads, if we were permitted to ejaculate over our friend's pretty girlfriend? You choose which one! But, despite the porn films portrayal, do the girls really take pleasure in being adorned with pearls of semen? I sort of doubt it but perhaps it depends on the occasion! Both Carly and Jason open mouthed -- perhaps aghast at the demonstration. "OK Dave, fuck, you've made your point. And at least your cock will stop pointing at the ceiling. But do you mean I've just been fucked by a ghost?" Her fingers went to her sex and poked in and she held fingers coated in my semen up for all to see. "This looks real enough to me - not exactly ectoplasm! What the fuck is going on? I'm really rather scared. Cut those fucking rings, Dave, and get them off me. I'm not wearing things like that again." The bolt cutters applied to the pretty sex and the rings removed. It was time for me to remove myself too. Everyone had come - well except Carly, which seemed a shame. It had all been a lot of fun. I had had a ball. A pity there had been no chains involved. I liked the idea of leading a girl by a chain attached to her nipple ring or perhaps even better her labial rings. I was not getting as far as imagining the girl with bridle and bit but certainly the idea of a few chains and leather straps was not unappealing. Or the girls leading their men by chains attached to their Prince Alberts. A delightful image of two fine young girls in their crinolines each leading a naked man by a chain and meeting in the park; the two girls chatting and then insisting their men show proper respect and pleasure at meeting the other young lady not so much by wagging non-existent tails as raising their cocks in salute. "My, Eliza, that's a very large 'Prince' you have had fitted to your Rodney. Can he still...?" "Why yes, Penelope, though he finds the pressure has to build a little first and then, well my dear, it does all simply come out in such a rush." Timestopper Begins Ch. 26 Ch. 26 Time and other things flow "It's been a terrible day," said Dharini to both Emily and Amanda as they got into the lift at the office. "Something very strange happened in that meeting." "Weird," said Emily but she was looking at me as I stepped in just as the doors closed. "Where are you off to?" asked Amanda looking at the suitcase I was carrying. I never got to answer because as the lift car began moving downwards pandemonium broke out. To the girls it was as if their clothes had just magically disappeared. One moment fully clothed: the next stark naked in the lift heading downwards to the ground floor where, in the nature of lifts, they would be discharged into the reception area. Panic - I should say so! And then there was me. Just as naked - and how nice to be naked with them; how nice to be naked with my three work colleagues in real time; how nice to be in a private little box with them in very close, naked proximity. "What, how, oh..." Amanda's head going from side to side taking in not only her own nakedness but those of her colleagues including me - and she did not miss my rising erection. Oh yes, I was making very sure I was not only going to be naked with the girls in real time but pleasantly erect as well. I turned to Amanda, my knob nicely stroking (by accident of course) across Dharini's curls. "Wha.. What's happened? Where are our clothes?" In the suitcase of course - that was why I'd brought it! I had it tucked away in a cupboard for days in case the opportunity arose. Easy enough for me to collect out of time when I found the girls waiting by the lift and bring it with me. Planning and foresight you see! But I wasn't going to tell them that! Emily was looking at me with a frown. "We can't come out of the lift like this. How... what if it stops at another floor? How has this... can we stop it?" Dharini's voice a little shrill. Her body a little fantastic. Unfortunately there is no stop button in a lift. Just an emergency one and that is for the lift not functioning properly. The lift was functioning properly - the numbers on the indicator were steadily dropping towards 'G.' "We can't go out of the lift like this - not with you like that!" How kind! Amanda was thinking of me and my sticking out penis. It was pleasingly prominent and very present indeed in the lift car. She was looking right at it - lovely! "We'd better press the button again and go back to our floor." Emily spoke. She was calmer than the others. "The doors will open first - on the ground floor." Amanda's voice had a note of panic. "What if people are waiting to get in?" "Walking back into the office like this?" "I'm sure it'll all be fine, won't it?" Emily was speaking to me. I nodded, "I expect so." 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - G. The girls looked in fear at the door. 'Ding,' and, as it opened, they found themselves fully dressed - just as when they had got in. Me too. It was all exactly as it had been except that Amanda was going to find her panties getting a little sticky on the way home! Ah, but I have got ahead of myself - ahead of the story. It had all happened at the first floor, you see. The girls could not stop the lift but I could. Their eyes had been averted from me, indeed not looking at anyone but the indicator board, I had halted time. "Well girls, whilst we are all here, all trapped in the lift, who fancies a fuck? Thought you all would!" My erection now very deliberately and obviously poking at Dharini's fur. It had all been a fantasy of mine for a time. To be stuck in a lift with girls - naked girls. And there I was with three of them! Wonderful actually to have been truly stuck. Waiting for the lift repairman and wondering what to do. And all of them coming up with the really right idea - keen to engage and saying so; all of them saying complimentary things about my body and how they would really like my erection inside them. Could they touch it? Could they suck it? Giggling and talking to each other as they did just that. Hands all over me; lips seeking mine, lips seeking... But of course it was not like that. The lift was indeed stuck, we were all trapped together. intercourse was certainly in the offing and we had all the time in the world: only it was not the real scenario, rather it was me playing my time stop games. Still, not the worse position to be in - stuck in a little box with three warm, naked perfectly detailed mannequins. Lovely to turn from one to another and brush my erection against their fur as I took their soft breasts into my hands. Three sets to play with - enough for any man! Just so nice to move from one set to another. Aren't girls so different from boys! Aren't girls so different one from the other! Such different sizes from Amanda's little pointy jobs to Emily's full chest. I have already explained how much easier it is for the timestopper if he chooses to play with a freshly fucked woman or at least an excited one. To be crude - we like our woman wet not dry. We like our women dripping with excitement. An un-lubricated vagina is not easy to get into: let alone enjoy. I had three naked girls with me but were any of them at all ready for penetration? Well, there was only one way to find out - they would have to be inspected. And don't we just like to inspect! But what if all - rather than none - were ready lubricated? Unlikely - but what then. Hmmm? Three naked and wet girls all to myself trapped in a lift. What should I do? What should I do? First things first. There was fur to be stroked. And be fair, given the choice of stroking the cat or stroking furry girls which would you rather do? 'Tufty' - Amanda - is not over hairy 'down there' but it is all so sweet. I had enjoyed Amanda quite a few times. Just loved her flat little tummy with its neat tummy button. Just so nice to run my fingers from there down to her little sprouting of fair, straight hairs around her slit - her tuft! Delectable Dharini, the sultry beauty of the office. Such lovely coffee brown, rounded breasts with their almost black nipples, her ample hips and vee of black blue hair. So lovely to stand in front of her, my knob pushed into that pubic hair. A tug downwards on my penis and I positioned it so it could just slip between her thighs until our curls mingled. Nice enough to be rubbing myself all along her sex but could I actually enter? Seemingly no. I helped myself with a hand to position the knob; I was certainly pushing at the right place but not going in. Stepping backwards up I sprung - the naughty little eye at the top of my knob looking for somewhere else to shed a tear! I was a little bit nervous of Emily. Her comments had been a little too knowing. I turned to Amanda and poked at her dear little tuft, before pulling my knob down and letting it 'catch' in her little pink slit. Just caught; just enough to hold it there and not have it bound upwards again. A gentle push and it began sliding forwards - along a way it had been before, of course. What was really nice, and a little surprising actually, was how easily my knob slid happily along between her lips and then straight on up into her. One seamless, fluid but quite slow motion. Amanda was sexually excited - nice but unexpected. To backtrack at this point: you may be wondering what happened in the meeting before the lift incident. What had Amanda described as strange? It had been a tedious meeting - meetings at the office often are - and I had got just so bored and had started playing with the girls. Everything had suddenly gone so quiet and, unlike everyone else, I had moved around to stretch my legs. For a little while I had stared out of the window marvelling at how nothing was moving and how I alone was conscious in a strange silent world. "I don't know if you've noticed," I said out loud still looking out of the window, "and I think this is rather interesting unlike, if I may say so Alec, your totally tedious explanation, that Emily has forgotten her bra this morning." She had not, actually - well not yet. So nice to wander across to her chair and begin undoing her lovely crisp white shirt, button by button, before removing it. There she was, in the middle of quite a big office meeting shirtless and with her bra showing. Well, that just would not do! The clasp undone and off it came. It would not be correct to say Emily's breasts spilled out. With time paused they did not move at all. The sudden lack of support did not mean they dropped down even a little way - on the contrary, they just stayed put, still effectively supported by the missing bra. Two glorious handfuls complete with their lovely nipples - one of course inverted. I grasped, I felt and of course I sucked! I left them a little uplifted, nipples rather wet with saliva as I carefully put back on and re-buttoned the shirt. With bra in my pocket I re-seated myself and let time flow once more as on and on Alec droned. Emily however, just so obviously, felt her breasts suddenly plop down within her shirt being unsupported by her bra. A surprised look on her face. Would she feel they were also wet with saliva and that her nipples had been chewed upon? Without asking it was difficult to know! Her surreptitious feeling was just so amusing - establishing her bra was missing. Much happier now and boredom banished I moved my attentions to Dharini. She was standing there paying close attention. Smartly dressed, not in a sari that day but, just like Emily, in a white short sleeved shirt within the jacket of a smart dark blue skirted suit. I could have gone for the popular disappearing bra trick but instead went for the old loose elastic game. As Dharini stood there she clearly, very clearly, felt her panties starting to slide down her thighs. She was not hidden at the back; to have tried to stop them would have been just so obvious to everyone. Her face was a picture as inch by inch, time stop by time stop, they slipped on downwards. Pressing her legs together had no effect - though it made it harder for me reaching up inside her skirt! Eventually they were around Dharini's ankles. I had pulled them to her knees so far that when time restarted they just dropped down and there they were! Pretty little yellow panties. I do not think anyone else spotted them. Dharini quietly eased herself back through the people standing behind her and headed for the exit. Hardly anyone glanced at her and I do not think anyone realised she had been hobbled by the panties and was walking strangely. I was strongly tempted to follow and catch her halfway across the office - out of time - and play with her now defenceless sex. Tempted but did not. Tempting also to go through the same actions again when Dharini returned but you can overdo things! After Alec it was Amanda's turn to speak. Our efficient little graduate certainly had poise and an easy ability. I am sure she will go far. Lovely to watch her speaking, so much more interesting than Alec - even what she was saying was worth hearing but the best thing was just seeing her! Of course I did play a bit of a trick on her. I waited until she was nearly finished. Everyone looking at her with rapt attention when suddenly, for just a split second, she was naked from the waist up. It was almost subliminal but there, etched on everyone's retinas was the picture of Amanda's little pointy breasts. There was a collective intake of breath but of course little Amanda did not notice at all. Such a naughty little trick! And I did it again - thrice in fact. Had it been the excitement of addressing the team that had got Amanda worked up? Had she got a sexual thrill out of it? Rather unlikely. Difficult to imagine the aged professor addressing his large class of mostly young girl students and finding himself erecting within his trousers and knowing that some time during his hour long lecture he was going to get so excited with his talk that he would spontaneously ejaculate within his pants. Knowing with resignation that it always happened. It was something he has got used to over the years. The bigger the class the worse it got. The bigger the proportion of girl students the worse it got! Sometimes, safe behind the lectern, he had actually released his penis through his fly knowing it was more comfortable to let go out in the open rather than spend the rest of the day sticky in his pants! So strange to be standing there, addressing his students, gesticulating at some important point with himself so exposed, so erect - albeit hidden by the lectern. Always difficult to keep talking when orgasm happened and not gape and blink at one of the prettiest students at the moment of release. His dearest fantasy, to be able to address a group of pretty young students - an all female audience - naked and not hidden by the lectern; the young girls listening with rapt attention to his every word but their eyes, nonetheless, taking in the size and prominence of his erection; seeing their knees rubbing together as they too got more sexually excited but still listening carefully to him; and, when he reached the twin climax of both his lecture and his orgasm, the girls breaking into spontaneous applause as his penis shot ropes of white cum all over the front row, spraying from side to side as he turned one way and then the other whilst his erection jerked up and down. Of course his fantasy did extend to giving some girls extra tutorials, private tuition in his room - private naked tuition - involving rather less free, enclosed so to speak, ejaculations. Or, returning to Amanda, was it looking forward to a pleasant evening with her boyfriend that had made her wet? A pleasant anticipation no doubt. However, or whatever had caused it, as I stood in the lift naked with the girls and with my knob pushing steadily deeper into Amanda's nicely damp little snatch, I knew that Amanda was indeed very nicely worked up. But, there again, so was I! Just so nice fucking Amanda. Really nice doing it with her - indeed our - colleagues naked around us. Better still if it had all been voluntary and in time with all the girls anxious to help me to a nice conclusion - and why not helping Amanda as well! But I certainly did fuck Amanda to the usual conclusion. A lovely pulsing conclusion right up inside her. I stepped backwards pulling myself from Amanda. There was still one more floor to travel; a few more seconds before I needed to stop time again and dress the girls, and indeed myself, ready for the doors to open on the ground floor; a few more seconds to travel whilst I needed to be erect to maintain 'continuity.' Yes, sometimes with timestop I was a bit like the continuity man in films ensuring all things are the same in a particular scene, that someone has not suddenly changed his shirt or is holding her glass in a different hand. Of course my erection looked a little different, a little wetter, rather oozing at the head and distinctly post coital: but it was still erect! The lift travelled the last few feet; the girls' eyes more on the door than me and my oozing erection. They were fearful of the opening of the door, they were doing their best to cover themselves - you know, arm across breasts, hand splayed over bush. The naked girl being coy look that we all so much like! 'Ding,' and, as it opened, they found themselves fully dressed - just as when they had got in. Everything just as it had been when they got in except that Amanda's panties were definitely going to feel stickier and stickier on the way home. The girls hardly said anything as they rushed off, each in her own direction home. "Look here," said Emily to me the next day. "There's something not right about you." We were in a meeting room, a private meeting room. "You frightened the life out of Karen and I don't like that. We are... very good friends." This was clearly going to be a rather serious conversation. "And then there was the lift - yesterday. I thought I'd been sort of dreaming before but it's not is it? It's some kind of magic. It is you." I tried to look rather blank. I had not been confronted like this before. "You were around at my place that night. You were there again with Karen a few days ago. I know it. You were most certainly in that lift yesterday. You wouldn't hurt me would you?" Hurt? No, not at all. Not really. "Emily, no of course not. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Not my nature and I like you too much. Really. I'd ask you out only..." "I'm already going out with Karen." I nodded, though what I was really thinking was that I was not 'big' enough! "Nobody here knows about Karen so that proves..." "You mentioned her!" "All I wanted to say was... well... I would not mind, um, sort of dreaming of you again only leave Karen alone. You spooked her. I didn't like that. Just me. If it's just me then... then, I don't really mind, actually... once in a while." "Sorry." A bit of an admission. Emily moved a little closer. "I've no experience with men. I like their visual appeal but not for real, real - if you get my meaning - but I didn't mind dreaming of you too much and what you did. I don't mind dreaming of you again sometime. Karen - leave her alone, but..." My eyebrows went up. "... she... is away this weekend." Well 'fuck me,' I was actually being offered the opportunity of sex. Not time stop sex, not a snatch of in-time sex with a sleeping girl, not the opportunity to substitute for Mike with his blindfolded girl: no, not that sort of thing but the real McCoy. "I er... um... OK, Emily. If you are sure..." "Not sure I can stop you." "No, not really. What time?" "Nine." "Friday or Saturday." "Friday." "Sweet dreams then." "I hope they will be." We didn't even touch. A short quick, almost enigmatic, conversation in a meeting room at the office. A most interesting development. For TSM things were getting a little more complicated. What did I say when Emily, as she surely would, asked about my magic appearing/disappearing trick? What explanation should I give. That I had been struck by lightning? Easiest to say I'd found a magic ring when out walking! Naturally Friday found me around at Emily's. A careful me. I was wary of a trap. I could not really see how that could be engineered but there again Emily did not really know how I worked. There was not a couple of big blokes with a net and handcuffs hidden away; there were no secret cameras filming away; there was no discreet panic button in the lounge or bedroom; there were no policemen and women hidden in vans nearby. I combed the place whilst Emily waited frozen in time. That said Emily was most clearly expecting company. She was dressed, or rather undressed, for the occasion. A very nice white bra, white suspender belt, stockings but no knickers. Well that would have got in the way of the flesh coloured strapless dildo - the one I thought of as Karen's! A somewhat confusing sexual image. A dark haired voluptuous girl, with a most impressive set of knockers, a delightful curving soft body with fine wide child bearing hips wearing erotic underwear yet appearing somewhat hermaphrodite with her fine upstanding erection. Very feminine: but not! She was standing, resting her hands on the settee back and looking at the television. Was she going to greet me like that at the door. No, I think she expected me just to appear. How to appear though. Clothed or naked; flaccid or erect? I thought I'd match her. Perhaps make her feel more comfortable. "Good evening, Emily, you're looking very..." She whirled around and there I was. Not the smartly dressed young man in the office meeting room a few days before but completely naked and sporting an erection as fine, I like to think, as her own. Rather like in the lift actually. "... sexy tonight." I just walked up to her and rubbed my erection against hers. She didn't move. The reality of the assignation perhaps more of a shock than she expected. She looked down, her mouth open. Timestopper Begins Ch. 26 "Oh, you made me jump... the reality, after our conversation... oh... oh fuck! You're naked and..." "So are you, so are you!" My hand grasped her erection. "Oooh," she went. The transmitted feeling from the plastic to what I hoped was her nicely wet sex. "This is not like the office." "Not really!" "What do I do in this situation? Offer you a cup of coffee, wine? How did you get in? How did you just appear. How...?" I took her hand and led her around the settee. "My secret." "Scary. Really scary and you shouldn't... not with Karen." "She's not here." "How - please how do you do it? Magic?" "Yeah, sort of, you wouldn't have thought magic was real but, well, it can be." She didn't press me. I did not need to go into the long and rather involved story about the old man and his dying gift to me I'd carefully constructed. Being hit by lightning, or not, did not seem to have the right impact. We sat down side by side and looked at the TV. You know how it is. If it is on it draws the eye. It was one of Emily's films. On the screen a big black guy with oiled skin and a 'whopper' was presented it to a pretty little clothed redhead for her presumably to handle and then to try and suck. She looked both shocked and fascinated. I rather expected she'd end up riding the big thing. Emily's attention was rather more on my erection. Well, it did not measure up to the black guy's but it was there and present! "I've never, you know, never been with a naked man. Never seen an... an erection for real. Apart from in the lift that is but..." "You can touch if you like." Emily's hand moved slowly, tentatively and then closed around it. How about that - my lovely co-worker with her fist around my cock. "So solid, yet so soft and warm. Quite big really." Was she trying to convince herself or reassure me. I may have amazing time stop abilities but, let's be fair, my penis is fairly ordinary - not that there is anything wrong in that! Nice to sit there being fingered by an inquisitive girl. Her fingers exploring, touching, stroking. All in real time. "My dildos don't have this." No, a foreskin is a bit unique. "Nor these - ooh they move! I mean, of course they do!" Emily seemed to be having a good time examining my penis. I mean it is a male fantasy isn't it. The pretty girl interested in your penis and wanting to touch, hold, examine, manipulate and 'test' it. I was very happy to be handled, my attention moving from her hand to the screen, to her scantily clad body and back again. "Look, I've got to offer you something. Coffee?" "Please." No need to rush things. I'd got all night and so seemingly had Emily. Wonderful to watch her naked buttocks so prettily framed by the white suspender belt and emphasised by the white stockings as she walked away from me. First one cheek rising and then the other - just so sexy. I rather hoped she wanted to play anal again. Those cheeks just looked so fantastic to part and poke into - especially with the 'proper place' temporarily occupied by the dildo's other end. Mind you, easy enough to pull that out and take Emily doggy fashion - 'normal' intercourse but with the emphasis on the bottom! I followed her into the kitchen to offer assistance. What a sight! Emily was bending down to get the milk out of the fridge revealing her rosebud - the little brown wrinkled orifice to her 'back passage.' My finger touched and pushed a little. Goosed? Well, yes! Emily stood up straight but my finger did not leave her bottom. "Oooh, ah... I mean... you've done that before - didn't you?" She moved across to the boiling kettle, my finger inserted, my hand clasping her bottom. A remarkable thing to be doing to my co-worker and she accepting it. "And you in me." I reminded her. "Yeah... I sort of liked that... Karen doesn't let me... not in there. She doesn't either... I mean to me." We sat on the settee drinking the coffee side by side. Emily's erection as firm as firm can be: mine rather up and down depending on what appeared on the TV screen and what Emily said. She seemed amused at its changing size and shape. "Doesn't stay still does it?" Her hand reaching and, as a consequence, it growing firm again. "It does more than that," I said. "I do like it when they cum." "You're a puzzle Emily. You like the girls but..." "Mmmm, yeah, Karen can't figure me out either. I don't know. I love the feel of something inside me. You know. Karen's not so fussed. She'll play with dildos - cucumbers, bananas even - but that's not her thing. Too male I think; too much an association. Whereas for me, well, I think it started with me liking, um, objects when younger and then when I saw a video at a friend's... well I just loved the sight of the real thing and what they do." "Preferably big ones?" "Yeah, the bigger the better... not that I'm saying... it's nice but bigger is better and biggest is best! You haven't a friend who..." "I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know!" "In the showers?" "We don't stand around erect comparing, you know." "Pity. I sort of imagined you did do that. I'd like them all in a line so I could select and borrow the two biggest... but it's all fantasy. I mean the idea of all those erections for me to touch and play with... Yours, though, is the first I've ever touched or..." She leaned over towards me, her head dropping lower and lower until I felt her warm, wet lips on my cock. Emily may have been a novice at cock sucking but practice with dildos or watching on the screen seemed to have taught her well. It was super - and it was in time! "Mmmm." She said coming up. "I've done it. I've really sucked a cock. Better than plastic, warmer than a banana..." "Hardly cool as a cucumber!" "Done that too - nor as big!" "Emily!" "Sorry." "Oooh, interesting!" It had exuded. A pearl of semen had appeared at the end of my penis. I had felt it travelling as we talked. Emily had certainly excited the thing. "May I? I've always wanted..." Just the very tip of her pink tongue tasting it, drawing back and elongating it before flicking it all into her mouth. "Mmmm, not bad, Salty, sweet. I'd wondered." "You could have more... later." "I'd... I'd like that... only I thought you'd want to... um, fuck." "Yes please, Emily, I'd like that very much!" "Though you did - in bed." "Yes, I did rather creep in and replace..." "Nice in retrospect: not really at the time." "Sorry, I..." But I was not really. "Could I perhaps, one day, fuck you over the photocopier." "What? Why?" "It's just a man thing I suppose. You see a pretty girl leaning over the photocopier day by day with a bottom as shapely as yours and, particularly, breasts as big as yours and you think... well, I expect all the men in the office think..." "No! Not really, surely not. That would be..." "A compliment to you!" "They don't really think..." "Yeah, how nice it would be to, well lift your skirt or drop the jeans and... well bang away!" "I suppose it's no different from my thoughts about Amanda." "I'd like to see that. Amanda bent over the photocopier and you..." I reached and fondled Emily's plastic erection, "... fucking her from behind." "Are you watching then?" "Please! Everyone's gone home but the three of us." "Am I in Amanda properly or her bottom?" "Which would you like?" "Her bottom!" "Well, that leaves space for me. Go on, hold Amanda's little breasts and move her away from the photocopier so I can approach and..." "Fuck her, fuck her from the front whilst I... yeah, we fuck her together!" To say it was enjoyable fantasising about sex, imagining what we might jointly do with Amanda, fantasising with my naked colleague, would be an understatement. What a pleasure! What a delight to be able to sit naked with a girl and just talk so freely about sex and what we would each like to do. I had got to the truth about Emily - she was a very naughty girl! A lesbian at heart but with a taste for all things sexual. Her head dropped again and her warm, wet mouth once more enveloped me, sinking further and further down my erection. Had she been practising with the dildos? Crikey no one had ever taken it all in on her own volition but there she was - right down on it - my knob seemingly right down her throat. I reached and began tugging the dildo from her. She came up my erection, "No, no, leave it in. That comes later, or rather, that comes out later! Finish your coffee." We sat looking at the video. The big black guy was now deep in the little redhead. Taking her from behind. Amazing how much he could get in such a small girl. Emily grinned, "great eh? But look what happens now." A blond girl hove into view, a blond girl with a strap on coming up behind the copulating pair. Was the little redhead about to be double penetrated? No - wrong person! "Fuck, just look at that!" I was. I was! It was not the redhead but the big black guy getting the dildo - right up his bottom. I hand it to the cameraman or the 'director' but the cut to the guy's surprised face was a hoot. He kept banging away at the redhead nonetheless, his big cock sliding, as behind him the blond slipped easily into him - he must have, in reality, been well prepared - and she was fucking him as he fucked the redhead. He grasping the redhead's breasts as the blond girl held his chest. A wonderful animalistic trio working in a seamless motion. Three pairs of hips synchronised. The camera angle of the side view just wonderfully done and the chugging music of the soundtrack so appropriate. "Watch this!" Emily enthralled. Clearly carefully planned. The black guy pulled out and began freely ejaculating - and all credit to him it was a really big load and he shot well. His big, big penis unloading itself - no hand to help it on, just standing proud and free - it must have reached the 'point of no return' inside the girl and he had pulled out just in time to 'show.' Three camera angles - I said it had been well planned - cutting from one to the other, giving the impression of a much, much longer ejaculation than it actually was. Spurt, after spurt flying onto the redhead's back and bottom. First from one angle and then another. On and on. Not content with that, it was all repeated in slow motion. The guy's big coffee coloured plum, recoiling slowly and then just shooting the white stuff on and on - and very, very slowly! "My favourite," said Emily, "come on, into the kitchen. I'm going to really fuck your bottom like that. No ifs and buts. Let's get you ready. You're a bad man and need punishing!" Nice to walk across the room naked with Emily, our twin erections pointing the way. This was going to be interesting. This was all so not time stop sex. Moreover I seemed to be very much not in control! "Lie on the table, bottom up. I always wanted to do this with Karen but she won't let me. Down a bit. Spread!" Emily was pouring something, something cold on my anus. I could feel it running down, down my perineum and over my balls. "It's olive oil - Extra Virgin Olive Oil! Perhaps not quite right." A giggle. "Not quite a virgin are you!" Her fingers touching my bottom, her fingers spreading the oil, massaging it on and in my anus. Time stop sex is great but so is having a real, moving girl's fingers playing with your bottom. Oh yes! A finger in me, slippery with the oil, others touching my perineum all wet with the oil, even my balls - and of course my erection was rock hard pressing against the wooden side of the table. More oil poured - it was running down my thighs now - perhaps that was the sort of feeling girls get when really turned on and wet. I was in sort of the girl position with Emily - well, very much the girl position! This was not going to be simply me pushing Emily's dildo in as I had done before but Emily doing it all by herself - and because she wanted to! I completely relaxed, just so enjoying the feel of Emily's fingers on my oily bottom. My nerve endings, ones I was not so used to taking pleasure in their messages, electric with sensitivity - feeling every touch, every caress, every finger. A second finger joining the first and then a third. "Well if Amanda could see us now. Mmmm, she'd look so nice wearing one of these. I'd love to be here with her taking turns. Is this her or my penis you can feel?" The fingers had been withdrawn and I was just lying across the table, legs spread and bottom no doubt shining, seemingly awash with oil and waiting to be fucked. The touch of rounded plastic to my bottom - shudderingly lovely! Was this what a girl felt when a penis touched her 'proper' entrance, waiting just at the vestibule but pushing a little - or different? "Mine or Amanda's?" The pressure building, the rounded, so realistic knob pushing at my anus. "Yours Emily, yours!" My sphincter gave way, the oil so slippery and Emily was 'in.' I had felt hard plastic there before with Emily but this was so much better. Feeling her sliding steadily into me rather than me doing it for myself. Me not in control. A steady sliding - the oil so good - until I felt Emily's warm thighs against my bottom cheeks. I was fully impaled by my so sexy colleague. Crumbs - it felt enormous. "Is that good? It certainly is for me. Are you ready to be fucked?" She didn't wait for an answer but began to move. The sliding within me - me on the receiving end this time: me, who normally did the sliding. I have to say it was nice, really pleasurable having Emily working away at me. My erection did not lessen but equally it did not spurt. It would have been unfortunate if I had got so excited that I had cum all over the kitchen floor; my penis spurting away down below as Emily fucked my bottom. I did not want that at all. I was looking forward to returning the compliment and fucking Emily's bottom in turn - pressing into a willing and moving subject rather than my more usual time frozen girl. And Emily's was, of course, a particularly appealing bottom. It was a long fuck - a long fuck of me! Me lying across the table having my sphincter massaged by Emily's, err, cock. Finally, "my turn," said Emily and slowly she withdrew from me - a long slow sliding. I got off the table fairly slowly and turned to Emily. "Nice?" She was smiling. "Yep! Same for you?" "Oh, yes please!" Remarkable really, seeing my co-worker just bend over the table and 'spread,' inviting me not just to touch and pour oil but insert my erection into her bottom. Lovely pouring the olive oil; lovely just touching her with my fingers; feeling the softness of her bottom and then touching her rosebud again - now just so slippery with the thick Extra Virgin oil. Once more my finger pushed in and then a second, gently massaging and easing. "Relax, Emily, no need to be tense. I'm not the big, black bloke from your video!" "Luckily!" "But wouldn't you love to suck him as I fuck your bottom. Wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes. Fuck yes! Go to my bedroom, third drawer down in the chest of drawers. The realistic black one on the right." Funny moving naked in Emily's place in time and under instruction, my erection waggling away in front of me. I, of course, already knew where the dildos were kept; knew about the impressive collection. And opening the drawer I had to admit it was indeed an impressive collection! The requested black one was both big and realistic; clearly moulded from life. What an odd thing for a bloke to know that hundreds, perhaps thousands of women are getting off on a facsimile of his John Thomas. And how strange having the cast taken - the technician seeking to ensure the penis was as hard and as erect as it could possibly be! Perhaps one technician to take the cast, the other to ensure it was 'well presented.' Back in the kitchen and there was Emily sprawled across the table looking back at me as I walked into the room. "Here you are!" I cannot imagine you have every done that with any of your co-workers - brought a really enormous black penis to her mouth, a really realistic black penis and watched her lick its smooth head and then tease her with it, not quite letting her lips get purchase on it before, relenting, and helping her slide it in. I left it in, effectively gagging her, before returning to Emily's other end - yes the other end of her digestive system. The not really so nice end! But, even so, I was about to stick my knob right in there. A bit more massaging work - it was all just so wonderfully slippery with the oil. Lovely to play with both my hands, lovely to watch my fingers slipping into her bottom and, finally, lovely to line myself up, spread her slippery cheeks with my hands and push. "Mmmph," from the other end of Emily. "Pardon?" "Oh, this is so good!" Her hands had been free to remove the dildo she was sucking in order to speak but she pushed it in again as I moved against her at the other end. I had got it so right. Such an oily slipperiness as I pushed - and she opened and in I slipped! Slowly I went further, a gentle delicious sliding until my balls were up against the plastic of her inserted dildo - the one with the end inside her vagina! "Go on, bottom fuck me." So I did. Backwards and forwards against her soft bottom cheeks, tightly held but all nicely slippery with the oil as Emily really went to town on the black dildo in her mouth. Had it really been the black guy at the other end of the table he could not have withstood the onslaught - he would have ejaculated, he really would have had no choice! She would have drained him. And drained me Emily almost did: almost but not quite, It was the faintest sound, not something picked up by Emily, but it sounded like a key in the lock. So easy for me just to pause time and go and look. Wander to the front door starkers and with the old JT still waggling away in front of me. It was Karen, little Karen coming home unexpectedly. That could have been a nasty scene! But it was not going to be. Of course I could have played around with Karen out of time but I had promised Emily to leave Karen alone. Back I walked picking up yet another dildo on the way. In the kitchen Emily spread over the table, her plastic cock running forward against the table's side, her bottom hole gaping from where I had left it and in her mouth the great black plastic cock. All in all it looked like I was not going to fuck Emily properly that night but I could certainly finish my business in her bottom! A bit more oil applied and in I slipped. Back and forth I slipped out of time, lovely sensations but I was going to finish in time - and possibly I had ten or fifteen seconds whilst Karen closed the front door and walked to the kitchen. Bringing myself to the edge I let time flow. "Here I go," I whispered. "Mmmph" said Emily rather loudly - she really should not speak with her mouth full! Pump, pump, pump; squirt, squirt, squirt - the lovely male feeling of release. And all the time little Karen was walking towards the kitchen. But what did she actually see? Her lover spread-eagled across the kitchen table, the double ended green dildo sticking out of her bottom, the strapless dildo sticking forward from between her legs and Emily staring wide eyed at her with the great black dildo in her mouth. "Oh Emily, what are you doing!" Emily's whole body twisted around on the table but I was nowhere to be seen; had disappeared like magic (even if I was watching through a half closed door!). Not quite the end to the evening I had had in mind but pleasant enough nonetheless. Presumably Emily would wish for another liaison but I could see it would not be at her place - not with the risk of Karen coming home unexpectedly again! Emily's plan had nearly gone just so badly wrong. Timestopper Begins Ch. 27 Ch. 27 Getting behind Cindy It had been a funny sort of day. I had been really busy for days. Something at the office had kept me really busy - an urgent project - and I had been getting home late and literally dropping into bed. There had been no time for anything else: or rather there had, of course been plenty of out of time had I wanted but I was just too tired. I had even taken some non time to move the project along so it was not exactly surprising I had been too tired for sex. It was on this particular day the project came to an end - the report was made in the afternoon and suddenly we all went from manic activity to nothing. People sitting around a little stunned and spent - sort of post orgasmic as if everyone in the office had shared a mutual sapping climax! Well, we hadn't and I hadn't and my usual interest rather crept back and I found myself watching girls again. Not just in the office but on the way home. Just loving the way their bottoms moved - in particular - whether in tight skirt, dresses or tightly bound in blue jeans. I knew very well where this sudden interest was likely to lead - it was likely to lead to some girl having a sore bottom! I had a desire to be tightly held; I had a desire to penetrate the more difficult orifice; I had a desire to unload the built up load of many days swinging away beneath me! But whom to fuck the special way? Emily was perhaps the most obvious - after all I could do that in real time - but she had very pointedly mentioned an evening with Karen to me as if she knew what I was thinking. Tufty perhaps again, delectable Dharini or some other girl? But it was meeting Cindy just as I arrived home that sort of settled it. I had certainly been intimate with all of her orifices, had touched her bottom, slid a finger in, had seen my semen slip all over her rosebud but not been inside 'properly.' It was funny talking to her, even flirting with her, to find a gradual realisation that in a few hours time I would have my erection all the way in her bottom. It can be difficult remembering sometimes that in time there are things you really must not do which are just not a problem out of time. I very nearly started fondling her buttocks through her dress in anticipation. It could just so easily have spoiled, there and then, a beautiful friendship! As I said, I had a strong desire to release the built up load contained in my seminal vesicles but after a long day and the journey home I also had a strong desire for a nice cup of tea. Yes, I needed a drink. As I chatted away to her I did not miss the strong push of Cindy's chest against her dress, neither did I miss the slight indications of discomfort on her part, nor the prominence of her nipples. I rather hoped she had not caught me looking at her chest but rather think she did. Of course I asked about Katie. Inevitably Cindy's favourite topic of conversation. The little lass' absence was explained. Katie was with Cindy's mother for the day as Cindy had had 'things to do' but would be brought home soon. Katie was growing fast, well onto solid food and almost walking. "She doesn't miss her milk because I left Mum with some frozen bottles. Oops, too much information!" Well, not really for me. I had not thought about that but I supposed, yes, breast milk could be frozen. How sensible - avoiding processed cow's milk - after all 'breast is best.' And I should know! A rather nice idea of making some ice lollies in the freezer from Cindy's milk came into my mind. Something to have when I got hot in the summer. It also came into my mind that I could perhaps have a different hot, or at least warm, drink from tea if Cindy was as full as she looked not having fed Katie since the morning. Should I? Yes! A noise of a car hooting distracted Cindy and all at once the whole world went quiet. There I was by my garden gate with a time frozen Cindy. I was free to move, free to do anything I liked and what I did was start to undo her dress. As I said, it is so important to remember what you cannot do in time - and this was certainly one of those things! Just not done to undo your neighbour's dress and brassiere and bring her substantial breasts out into the open air. Not done at all in time but this was out of time and I could do what I wished. Cindy's breasts had been big and round to start with, but months of breast feeding had made them even larger. Today they were as firm as I had ever seen or felt. The skin was taut, the blue veins particularly visible, the nipples big and hard. Was she full of milk or not? Yes, very full! Just touching them seemed to start the milk flowing. Just the slight pressure of my hands as I hefted the pair caused little bubbles of milk to appear on her nipples. Of course I licked my lips - I was thirsty - and then I applied them drawing Cindy's lovely sweet milk from her. It simply poured out, simply too fast for me to keep up with the swallowing. I sucked and the nipple just gushed. It was running out of the corner of my mouth and dripping. Seemingly animated by my mouth, it dripped far enough to start soaking the material of Cindy's dress before the effect of the time stop caught it. Instead of sucking, I could squeeze a nipple and watch it bubble up until there was a whole frothy mass of time frozen milk on the nipple and then I could just lick or drink it up. Sucking, squeezing, playing, drinking - I was having a whale of a time. Naturally, it was very tempting to remove Cindy's panties and engage in intercourse at the same time - yes, there in the street with the cars passing and pedestrians going by - or rather not going by but frozen in time. And at the end of it all Cindy would not just be feeling rather emptied but have a sudden slightly battered feel to her pudenda and a matching oozing feeling as if recently inseminated - all of a moment these feelings would come to her as she stood talking to me. The battered and oozing feelings would, of course, be very real. But no; my plan was to visit her later and play a different game. I stuck to the milking and nothing more. Satiated and with my desire for a nice cup of tea strangely gone, I re-assembled Cindy so she was just the same as she had been before - well apart, that is, from the wetness of the dripped milk and her breasts being very definitely more mobile and no longer so tightly filled with milk. Time restarted and Cindy turned back to me; a sudden frown; a glancing downwards. "Oh, oh, I've been leaking. Oh, sorry... problem of a nursing mother. I... bye!" And she was hurrying down her garden path no doubt feeling much less uncomfortable - were it not for the dampness anyway. I watched her bottom moving under her dress. Should I follow? She was almost certainly going to change. Nice to see her pulling the dress over her head; perhaps she would shower; perhaps manipulate in puzzlement her suddenly relaxed and no longer tight breasts. I pursed my lips and thought perhaps I would leave her alone for now. A bit of anticipation rather than instant gratification appropriate. I was sure Cindy felt the better for my help. As I've said before, such a shame we did not make this a formal process. I did not think Carson liked drinking Cindy's milk but I certainly did. A formal process whereby I came around to hers and we sat and milked each other. Naked of course but not in the bedroom - that would have implied a sexual liaison. Rather naked in the lounge or, perhaps appropriately, the dining room; me helping her release the pressure of her milk and Cindy helping me reduce my seminal build up - yes her pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Less milk from me of course but a little more if she took her time in making it flow. No reason for Carson not to be there. I was only helping his wife out and she me. She could take his milk too. As I moved from one of her breasts to the other, she could move from one cock to the other. Of course rather bigger things for her to suck than her nipples - big though her nipples had become. It was nice thinking about Cindy's bottom that evening; not hurrying around to get the deed over with but just thinking and savouring the thought. Should I catch her alone perhaps pink, wet and warm from the bath? Her bottom all soft and warm. Instead, should I just bend her over the settee and simply lift that pretty dress and drop her panties? Or, perhaps, catch her engaged in sex with Carson if, of course, they were at it that evening. To an extent it did not matter; I was resolved to do the deed. But what of the semen? What of the semen once produced? I had not been active for days and I thought there would be a lot - and a lot would noticeably ooze out revealing my misdeed! Perhaps I should do the thing after Cindy was asleep; perhaps she would not notice the nocturnal seeping steadily oozing out during the night particularly if it dried; perhaps I could insert some sort of bung - something not noticeable and coming out when she did that not so nice thing people have to do or perhaps, if Carson did things that evening then would think it was Carson's stuff. Which raised the question - had Carson ever attempted, or rather achieved, anal intercourse with his wife. On my many inspections, and there had been quite a few, I had seen no signs of anal play: not so much as a finger in Cindy or, indeed, her finger in Carson's bottom for that matter! Experienced or not - I was going to slide into Cindy's bottom! The decision had been made. As was my normal habit with Cindy and Carson I awaited bedtime. The sound of movement in the bedroom next door; just a few clicks and knocks - the light going on, a cupboard door opening. I got myself ready. There I was bounding down my stairs, naked and erect with just their door key in my hand. Fun just to pull open my front door and jump out. Of course I had been wise enough to stop time. It really would have surprised passing motorists to see such a fine specimen of semi aroused manhood out on the street like that! Up Cindy and Carson's garden path and into their house. Always interesting to wonder how I was going to find them. The ideal would of course have been naked in the bedroom with Carson's penis already well lodged in Cindy's anal orifice. You can imagine my interest would have instantly switched to double pegging - at least for a time - and ultimately, because there was no question I was not going to do the deed, it would have all made anal penetration so much easier because Cindy would have been ready stretched. A gentle tug on Carson's hips would have brought his erection out of Cindy's stretched anus leaving it fully dilated - yes absolutely gaping and so easy for me to lubricate my penis a bit and just slip in and do the 'thing.' The reality was a little less satisfactory. They were both clothed and not quite ready for bed let alone sex. "Hello Cindy, hello Carson," I said nonetheless quite brightly, and pushed my erection into Cindy's hand. As I have said before how nice it would have been to be regularly invited around to join them in bed and Cindy actually greeting me with a fondling hand. Carson too, greeting me warmly and saying I really "looked up for it" that evening. Cindy asking what we 'boys' fancied doing. "Something different, perhaps?" Wonderful imagining suggesting "anal," and Carson nodding enthusiastically. Cindy perhaps saying no, she did not like the idea. "Could we not do something else?" Carson and me, though, getting all enthusiastic about the idea as we prepared for a joint shower, trying to persuade her by saying how gentle we would be as we both tickled her anus with wet soapy hands: and then being very surprised when Cindy's soapy fingers went to our own anal orifices and said in a soft sexy voice, "well OK," providing - and this was the bigger surprise - we try it out first on each other, so she can see it is comfortable enough. What! A big grin from her. She has got us! Got us good and proper! Oh yes, she has agreed to be fucked in the bottom by both of us but has put what she thinks is an unacceptable condition in place. She knows she is safe. She thinks she is safe. But would it be unacceptable? Would I be prepared to fuck Carson's bottom and let him fuck me whilst Cindy watched just so we could do the same to Cindy? Would I be prepared to push my knob into his hairy arse - even if Cindy assisted? Would he be prepared to do the same? Carson staring at me: me staring back. Shock on our faces. What would we decide? What would we decide? What would you decide! Not a choice I had to make there and then though! No, I had decided I was going to fuck Cindy in the arse. I did not need her permission - I did not need to engage in anal intercourse with Carson to achieve my aim. I did not need his permission either. It was simply a question of how was I going to arrange the unusual insertion. There was no 'if' about it - I had decided! No 'if' about it but not right then. The reality was I had arrived too early. It was hardly going to be that I would always arrive just at the right moment. Hearing noises through the wall did indeed normally gave me a strong clue but this time I had been a bit too enthusiastic. Lifting my penis from Cindy's hand I hid, restarted time and listened. It was the sound of the shower that brought me back out of hiding, tentative movement and then careful listening to establish they were both in the bathroom. It would not be good to bump into Carson just outside the bathroom. He might wonder what his naked neighbour was doing there and whether that neighbour had designs on Cindy! It sounded like they were both together in the shower. With time stopped I walked into the bathroom. It all looked potentially hopeful but it was difficult to see with the steam and the water running (or rather paused in running) down the cubicle whether they were touching. Pulling the door open - there was no risk of the water pouring out, not with time stopped, the droplets were just hanging in the air - I got a better view, of two naked bottoms. They were both facing away. How appropriate, as it was bottoms I was interested in that evening: or to be more accurate the smooth rounded one rather than the fairly muscular hairy one! Nice to reach for the shower gel, squeeze and massage Cindy's lovely buttocks with it, making them ever so slippery, before slipping my finger into the beginnings of the crack of her bottom and running it slowly downwards - and there it was, her little rubbery anus under my finger tip. My particular interest that evening. With all the shower gel it was not difficult to slip the finger in. I had certainly pumped up with the excitement of seeing the couple naked in the shower togethr with the pleasant stroking of Cindy's buttocks. Nice to be standing there with them and enjoying the feeling of my sexual excitement but were they in any way sexually excited? Were Cindy's nipples all hard? Was Carson flaccid, half erect or fully erect? I could not see. One of my hands was occupied but the other was free, free to fondle Cindy's breasts. The nipples were indeed hard - but that might just have been from her milk swollen breasts. She seemed somewhat slippery between her legs but was that just water from the shower and shower gel? Cindy's excitement level could not be easily confirmed: not so Carson. Either I would reach and find a floppy thing hanging or I would find a firm thing standing! I reached and held a fine upstanding specimen of manhood. In my hand was as firm an erection as a girl could want - my friend, Carson, was certainly up for it. I was pleased. It is so much easier having sex out of time if the girl is already engaged and interested; and this looked promising, though it might just be Carson who was the interested one and in reality Cindy might be saying 'put that away' or 'I'll leave you in the shower to take care of that.' There was just about room enough for me to step into the shower with them. Well weren't the three of us friendly. Me skin to skin with both Cindy and Carson and one hand on (and a finger in) Cindy's bottom and my other holding Carson's erection. I could wank that as fast as anything and it would have no effect out of time - and very little effect in time, just the feeling of the squeezed flesh returning to its normal shape. I had mused before on how amusing it would be if the one thing that was not held by time was ejaculation or excitement. Being able to take away men's erections and their sexual ability, and with them not knowing why or how; the man suddenly feeling drained and his erection collapsing but with no knowledge of his fine ejaculation, of how his penis had squirted so well as I had worked it - all happening out of time when he could not feel it. Perhaps a useful thing - certainly a punishment to an enemy: but also so much more useful if simple stimulation made girls wet out of time; girls totally motionless but their sexes getting wetter and wetter and so much more useable! Perhaps even more useful if, rather than ejaculation or excitement not being held by time, it was just excitement that was not held. Of course, as we all know, the most important sexual organ is the brain and if that is not sexually excited then no amount of manual stimulation is going to cause orgasm. But, say, out of time manual stimulation did have an effect, a substantial effect but just not quite enough to bring on orgasm. Almost but not quite. What fun I could have bringing girls to the edge out of time and then, when time restarts, watching the result. Very much the 'When Harry met Sally,' situation. Girls suddenly orgasming in the strangest of places. I could be in a lift with a complete stranger, a dramatically pretty girl, pause time, play around and then have the delight of watching her undergoing an apparently spontaneous orgasm there alone in the lift with me. How embarrassed she would be but unable to stop the gasps or facial expressions. And of course what fun with the blokes. Not just gasps and funny expressions but the impressive demonstration of the male orgasm, the accompanying 'show:' yes, ejaculation. The man who had not even realised his penis was 'out' in the open or erect finding himself pulsing all over a colleague; a man out for a jog all of a sudden and whilst still running realising not only is he naked but he is sending up his semen in front of him; men on a beach playing volley ball suddenly finding themselves naked and all of them ejaculating together; two men who really disliked each other, finding themselves naked, erect and what is more cumming over each other or inside the same condom together (if I could manage that)! What a laugh. Or simply men releasing inside their trousers during a meeting. The startled look across the table! Inside the shower my finger moving gently in and out of Cindy and my hand gently moved Carson's foreskin. "Well, neighbours, shall I start time?" Imagine it. The shock. "What the,,, are you doing here." "You...you've got your finger in my bum..." "Stop wanking me!" "But you asked me to join you, don't you remember?" Not probably a very good plan! Instead I stepped backwards and closed the door. Nice to stand a little back and just watch the movement as time restarted. The shapes were fairly vague looking through the water droplets on the Perspex and the steam but clear enough to show it was a naked couple showering and - pleasingly - soaping each other. Very pleasant leaning against the bathroom wall, holding still so as not to attract attention, and just watching my neighbours moving in their shower. Pleasant to catch them with Carson behind Cindy and soaping her breasts. You know, both hands reaching around her from behind and each one grasping a breast. This was without question a precursor to 'fun' in the bedroom. I was particularly interested to see Carson's fine stand so close to Cindy's bottom; not too close but actually just right to see if I could... Timestopper Begins Ch. 27 The image indistinct but a lot clearer when I stopped time and pulled the door open. Could I? I could and did! I grasped the erection and pulled it downwards so the knob was touching Cindy's rosebud. Could I actually get it to go in - or at least lodge it there and then be able to see Cindy's reaction to what would seem like an attempt to enter her anally. Plenty of slippery work with the shower gel. I was experienced enough at easing sphincters - had I not 'done' Emily not so long before! And then the attempt. It is fun pushing yourself into one of a girl's several useful orifices but actually it is quite fun pushing another man's erection into them as well. It's like watching porn only you are feeling the models as well, indeed participating in their activity but not actually joining in yourself. Not though as easy as I had hoped. Probably better if Carson had spread eagled Cindy against a wall as it would have given me more resistance to push Carson's penis against. Yeah, I could have lined him up and pushed his buttocks. But she was simply standing. Lodged against, tight against - yes: penetrated - no. It would do. I closed the door and stepped back. "Bugger. Carson. I've told you, I don't want you to do that! It's not nice, comfortable or sexy." Well, a matter of opinion. Probably held my neither Carson nor myself! Cindy though was not going to have a say in the matter. I had decided to bugger her and bugger her I would! Some more pleasant voyeurism but then a hand on the shower door. I was simply not there when they came out but was back again in the bathroom a little later out of time to see them nicely pink from the warm shower and dried. Carson now not so firm but still not what one might call 'relaxed.' The two of them were leaning over the wash basin and cleaning their teeth. Two pink bottoms facing outwards - two unprotected rosebuds! Which was it to be? Both would no doubt feel the same but, do you know what, I chose Cindy! A tin of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet and my fingers were once more oiling her up. Round and round and then slipping fingers in, pushing in and out, gentle and carefully easing. A bit like Emily again but not compliant or in time! Vaseline to my knob making it just so shiny - and importantly slippery - and then the attempt Nice to watch myself advancing, my knob firm and showing purpose; a touch to her bottom; a lining up with fingers and then grasping Cindy's hips and applying pressure. Not easy but my fingers had stretched her - and the sphincter does not close out of time. I watched enthralled as my shiny, rather purple, knob slipped into her bottom. "Well," I said to Carson, "how about that!" Nice to imagine him turning to me, looking, and saying, "Well fuck me, well done, she's never let me do that but, go on, now push a little further. Fuck, it certainly looks fun. I'll follow when you've done." Cindy though would have been squeaking - big time. I had got myself into Cindy's bottom and it was very pleasant indeed. I'd finally done it to my neighbour - indeed was doing it, I was there in her bottom! In the mirror she was unconcernedly cleaning her teeth - or rather frozen in time doing that. Actually I was almost tempted to lube up Carson and actually do the same thing to him. Nobody would know. If I felt like doing the gay thing well, as a timestopper, I simply could! Quite amusing happily swopping between the pair of them - from one anus to the other. It would, after all, not be like doing Carson on his own. Even when doing him, Cindy would be there all naked and ready for me to return to her. Well, perhaps. But what I actually did was push further into Cindy. Deeper and deeper, a steady pressure and a steady sliding. Boldly going, as the phrase goes, where no man has gone before. I felt with my fingers, I looked as closely as I could. There I was, as far as I could go because, put simply, I just did not have any more length; yes, there I was completely embedded in Cindy's rectum! I began moving slowly out again - but then in again, and out again, and... A nice gentle fucking ensured - the 'other' intercourse; something it seemed, from Cindy's words, she had not experienced before. She was, almost certainly, an anal virgin. There was, of course, only one thing more to do - to actually come inside her bottom. But was this the moment? Should I wait and have another go a little later? Decisions, decisions, decisions! I pulled out and carefully removed the Vaseline traces. Cindy was certainly going to feel the invasion of her rectum. As soon as time restarted she would clamp down on the widely stretched orifice. Stretched? Crikey, I should say so! And out of time it just stayed stretched. It looked very odd! So ready for Carson really but he would need to be quick. She would certainly feel that when time started but I did not want her discovering she had been oiled or greased up - that would have unnerved her. The shout, heard from outside the bathroom door, was very real. A four letter word beginning with an 'F.' "------ Ow! I can still feel where you pushed against me. It's come back big time. Fucking leave my arse alone!" Oh dear, marital discord. But I had to do what I had to do. I had decided. Things seemed to settle down and Cindy and Carson's lovemaking did not seem to have been completely spoiled by my unwelcome insertion. I gave them a bit of real time to get settled in. I was so pleased to see the bedside light still on and even more pleased to see a bottle of scented oil standing on the bedside cabinet with the top up. They were playing with a little extra tactile lubrication. Well, a lot more actually! Cindy's breasts poking through her open satin pyjama top were almost awash with the stuff and shining wonderfully in the yellow light. It was wonderful getting my hands on them, all slippery and oily - just so fantastic to manipulate with my fingers barely getting a grip. Her nipples big and hard and, of course, so suckable; my lips could certainly get purchase and could draw her sweet milk - as usual! Carson's pyjama bottoms' cord was untied and his equipment was all exposed. Cindy had certainly oiled that up. Everything so shiny and wet with oil, lovely to see her hand on his erection, clasping it. Easy to imagine it just slipping through her closed fist as she moved her hand up and down. Carson's hand just sliding under the elasticised waistband of her pyjamas. I too slid my fingers down her tummy and under the elastic into the cream satin of her pyjamas. Carson and my fingertips met at her slit. How neighbourly! "You both really should invite me around to play. I keep telling you. I'd really enjoy joining in with all this oil. I could hold the bottle, do the squeezing. Come on, Cindy, you know two cocks are better than one - two oiled up cocks!" I squeezed oil onto my own erection and wanked gently. "See!" It was lovely and shiny. But of course she didn't! Ducking down out of sight for a few minutes I let things progress. I heard a fumbling for the bottle of oil and then stopped time to see what was happening. Lovely to see Cindy on her back, her pyjama bottoms off and Carson squirting oil right onto her sex. I'd caught time with the oil in flow, shooting from the bottle to her open legs in a thin stream. It was a very sexual image or stop motion tableau if you like. Shooting liquids and naked bodies are just so arousing! Fantastic to lean in close and see the oil literally bouncing off her sex and back into the air as a spray. And the lips of her sex awash with oil, so slippery and malleable in my fingers. So easy to just slip fingers, all of them into her and wriggle them around. Good to see the oil was running down into her bottom crack as well. The oilier the better - I wanted her bottom nice and slippery! Crumbs, was I hard! And so, of course, was Carson, his oiled up erection so ready to do the job, his oily scrotum with his low hanging balls so ready to do the pumping. They were big and slippery in my hand. So vulnerable to the time stopper creeping into the bedroom, so easy for him to hold a man's nuts in his hands and squeeze! But Carson was not an enemy, I merely fondled a little, moving those 'nuts' around a bit. I had a feeling his balls and mine were about to get very intimate. Once more ducking out of sight, I let the lovemaking take its course until the bed springs started to creak rather regularly. It was the sound I had heard so often through the wall. Cindy and Carson were 'at it' again. My favourite pair of rabbits! And how pleased was I to see it was not 'missionary' but 'cowgirl.' Cindy gloriously leaning forward, her oiled up breasts hanging from her open pyjama top and no doubt swinging in time whilst under her a naked Carson was being held down by Cindy having impaled herself on his erection. Joy of joys she was leaning forward with her bottom in the air and her oily anus just so exposed to a visiting friendly neighbour - wrinkled, brown, running with oil - a visiting friendly neighbour with an erection needing somewhere to go. It just had to be done! And, after all, the 'other place' was just so very clearly occupied. Up on the bed, between all their legs I readied myself. Hands on Cindy's hips, hands holding and pulling her cheeks a little wider, my oiled cock straining to touch, I eased first one finger in and then another, opening her up once again and making Cindy ready. Slowly I pushed in alongside Carson's cock, our erections just so close together in adjacent passages. Slowly I edged forward until I could feel my own balls nestling right up against Carson's. I was in; we were both in; we were in together and double pegging Cindy All she needed was a penis to suck on and - OK one for each hand as well - and she would have the full set! A pity not to be doing this in real time but even so, lovely to begin the movement, sliding so easily back and forth in Cindy's rectum and the strange caress of Carson's hairy balls on my own on the in thrust. It amused me thinking of the two pairs swinging against each other if we got up a nice synchronised movement in time - in out, in out, in out - but both going in and out together. Perhaps it would need practice - well, I'd be all for that! As always with time stop sex there was no hurry and I didn't! I could cease movement and simply lie across Cindy's bottom and back whilst I played with her hanging oily breasts. I could feel around Cindy's sex even fully occupied by her husband's erection. I could talk to them and tell them how pleasant this all was. But ultimately I had to do the deed and it was very orgasmic I can tell you! Lovely shuddering pleasure as I felt my cock delivering its latest load into dear, sweet, lovely Cindy but this time into her bottom. I gradually subsided. Had it been in real time the sphincter would have subsided with me, keeping me clasped but with time stop Cindy just stayed big and open. Far too much bother to heave Carson around to take my place but easy enough to pop some of his fingers in. Outside the bedroom door I restarted time. "Carson! You... naughty!" Oh, interesting - perhaps not so bad when really engaged in sex then? Might Carson be in with a chance? For me it was time for bed. Mission accomplished. Cindy duly buggered as planned. Timestopper Begins Ch. 28 Chapter 28 - Pranks time Following my visit to Cindy, via the 'back door,' I rather left both she and Carson alone for a time and sort of went on a bit of a rampage, not just around the immediate town but further afield. I had rather enjoyed fooling around with Dharini and Amanda in the meeting and seeing their surprised reactions in the lift; the result of my enjoyment being that I thought it would be amusing to 'prank' a few other girls and perhaps boys. Yes indeed, get a laugh at their expense and perhaps enjoy a bit (or a lot) of surreptitious fondling and sex. I was becoming less and less worried about upsetting people. It was all rather amusing - just a joke and a laugh to me. I was walking through the park on the way home from work. A sunny evening, not many people out and about. Perhaps they had already gone home for their tea. From the tennis courts came the sound of regular volleying as the balls flew back and forth across the nets. It was pleasant just to settle down on a bench and watch. Good to see the better players - I am certainly not one of those - and of course good to watch the girls playing. Do you remember that marvellous poster, very popular at one time, of the tennis girl with one hand holding a racquet and the other lifting her tennis dress to reveal a lack of knickers? Well, it gave me an idea. There was no hurry. The volleying went on - for a time. My usual glance around to see if I was being observed. With no one watching I willed time to stop and, as always, it just did. I had the control off to a tee! So strange walking past a tennis ball in mid flight. There it was suspended five feet off the ground with no visible means of support and there too were all the tennis players caught in mid motion on the various courts. Some of course standing still anyway and awaiting the next shot or next move, others literally in flight. One pretty little girl, quite reminiscent of the 'tennis girl' from the poster was indeed truly in the air. Like the ball she had no visible means of support (to her body: not her breasts! They were well supported). She was caught in the act of leaping, her racquet swinging to catch the ball. Of course so much easier to remove panties if their wearer is not actually touching the ground. There is no need to lift a foot or indeed either foot. The particular girl rather self selected herself by being off the ground - that and being pretty of course! Lovely to slip my hands up inside her little tennis dress and tug down her white tennis panties, remove them and pop them in my pocket; nice to take a peak at her charms - a sweet compact pair of lips with interesting little pink frilly bits poking through, all dusted with curly fair hairs and looking decidedly damp from her exertions. Of course tempting to 'poke' at but that was not really the point of my taking an interest in her. The point was to sit back on my seat and watch and enjoy flashes of naked bottom and her furry triangle as she leapt about. It was charming, simple charming. Such a sophisticated eroticism: just sitting there in the sunshine watching for the merest glimpse. She did not notice and glimpses I certainly got! Tempting to undress the girl and indeed the other girls completely. Everyone of them suddenly finding herself naked and with her tennis outfit nowhere to be seen; having to run naked back to the changing rooms where their outfits would all be neatly hanging each from its own peg. Of course I could do it to the men as well and have everyone in the same predicament. Every player suddenly naked: boobs bounding, penises and balls swinging as everyone dashed for the changing rooms right past where I was sitting. So amusing. But the effort of removing all those clothes would be considerable. I preferred to stick with the subtlety of the single girl's occasional display - a connoisseur's delight, I rather thought! Well, I stuck with that for a time but the connoisseur in me rather thought it would be pleasant to enjoy rather more than the occasional view; no, not so more the greater exposure of the young lady or the other players as a more tactile involvement and not just with my hands. It took quite a few 'goes' to get the girl into a pleasing position; simply stopping and starting time until - rather like taking a succession of photographs to get the perfect pose - I had her just right. I wanted her in the air, yes leaping to hit the ball; I wanted her to be flying. I had never fucked a flying girl before... The pose was excellent. There she was caught in frozen time, her thighs apart as she leapt, her arm and racquet outstretched and clearly going to make contact with the ball. Her long smooth thighs looking simply wonderful and there was even a hint of bottom cheek showing. "Excuse me," I said to the old boy who had recently sat down at the other end of the park bench from me and was watching the game intently. I think he had noticed the important lack of panties as well. "Would you mind looking after my clothes whilst I go and fuck the young lass over there?" At first it was strange undressing in front of time frozen people but it had become a normal thing for me! I piled my clothes neatly on the bench. "Sorry about this," I said touching my erection, "hope it doesn't embarrass you but it needs to be hard if I'm to fuck the girl. I mean, if you like you could as well... if you like." But he did not seem interested enough to get his own penis out and join me. In fact he did not move at all! Sometimes it seems such a shame I don't have a friend with the same ability as me - it would be rather pleasant to make jointly make choices and companionably play with the girls together. So, unselfconsciously, I let myself into the nets, walked past the girl's tennis companion, wondering if he was a boyfriend or simply a friend, and up to the girl. An unusual thing to approach a stranger completely naked and sporting the old curved horn but, well, not actually so unusual for me! Of course the dress needed to be lifted, the sports bra needed undoing and, oh yes, breasts needed fondling. Wonderful, yes indeed, quite amazing to be doing this to a girl suspended in the air. Just so strange to be touching her when she was unconnected to the ground. Nice that once the dress was lifted up it stayed tucked up. Another time stop advantage. And then, there was that special connection to be made. It was just so helpful that her thighs were already apart; a little widening; a little adjustment of her position and my swollen knob was soon poking at the right place and anxious to be 'in' and doing what 'he' was good at doing. Across the court her playing partner was immobile; intently enough looking in the girl's direction but frozen in time. Had he done what I was about to do with her? Were they a couple? Was he expecting to do it later on that very evening? Perhaps he was a brother or simply a friend - but if a friend I could not imagine he had never had the fleeting or more regular desire to do what I was about to do. Nice to be just touching, nice to be poking around in a very friendly way but nicest to secure my hands around her hips and push with intention. "Mmmm, nice, very nice," I commented to myself as I slipped in. It was! Most enjoyable fucking away at this time suspended - literally suspended - girl. What a pleasant thing to be doing in the park and in the sunshine. As always for me there was no hurry, no need to think of the girl's pleasure or needs - just my own. As I have said before: time stop sex is very like wanking - notwithstanding you are having very real intercourse, indeed your cock is in a real girl, there is an actual girl to look at and fondle - only it is a very solitary activity, just like wanking, and there is only yourself to consider! Amusing to disconnect and walk over to the other side of the nets and see what the other player's view would be; amusing to move to other courts and fondle and inspect a bit; ask the other girls if they would like to try my erection some other time. There was no hurry. Nice to walk back to my girl, see her just hanging there in the air - a flying girl with a ready dilated vagina! To walk up to her and just slip back in - just like that. Of course no need to ejaculate. I could or couldn't as I wished. Wanking does not always lead to ejaculation. Sometimes it is well worth saving 'it' for later! Should I save my semen for later, and just leave her fucked, or...? Well I chose the 'or' and it was a good choice. A really enjoyable climax out on the tennis court - long and clearly quite a 'spurting' one (if you get my meaning). Nice to stand savouring it all for a little while before wandering around to her other end. There she was, arm outstretched and her eye on the ball. I thought I should show her the penis which had so recently completed its first 'service' with her. Perhaps her interest in the tennis ball would extend to my own rather smaller balls which had provided much of the fluid injected into her. The actual reality might be - indeed almost certainly would be - to whack them, like the tennis ball, with her racquet. Unkind - and not something she was going to get the opportunity to do. Her pretty mouth was firmly closed and therefore had given no opportunity for any sort of entry - a pity really as they were such pretty lips. Lips, I rather thought, needed a little lip gloss... Yes, taking my still slightly dribbling and flaccid penis in hand I acquired, on my finger, a little special lip gloss and carefully spread semen all around her lips leaving them glossy in the sunshine. It was carefully done and they looked so extra shiny and pretty at the end of my little application. It was time to refasten her bra, pull her dress back down and put her back into position - still without the panties. Dressed - I did not, of course, want to startle my companion on the bench - I restarted time. Prior to my activities the girl was so clearly going to hit the ball. Unfortunately my best endeavours at getting her back in position were just not good enough. She hit the ball all right but not at the right angle and a bit of a stumble meant she did not return the following shot. She was cross at that but I could see her crossness turn to puzzlement. A waggle of her hips suggested she had noticed the effect of the recent pounding she had received. A realisation that something was not quite 'right.' I sat watching the rest of the match basking in a pleasant post coital afterglow - I did so enjoy these unplanned and spontaneous sex games. My eyes stayed very much on the girl and was totally rewarded when after the match, just as she was walking past me, she went, 'oh!' Right down her left thigh, very visible from under her short dress, she was dripping - oh yes, dripping some sticky fluid. It was there, so very visible - especially to me when I paused time. I even got off the seat and peaked up her dress to see just how much of a mess I had made. Quite a bit actually! "Oh dear, did I do that?" She saw me looking. I had not been careful stopping and restarting time. I had not really got back in position. To her I must have suddenly 'jumped'; a movement her eye would not miss - and so she saw me looking at her thighs. The old man had noticed as well. "Been playing more than tennis I suspect," I remarked as we both watched her walking on up the path to the changing rooms, our eyes glued to her thighs below the hem of her dress. He chuckled, "Looked like it. Lucky young man, eh?" "Indeed, indeed." And I certainly was. At the swimming baths you have, like the beach, girls in very little clothing. I enjoy a bit of swimming, indeed used to be quite good at it at school, so sometimes I go to the local baths. Mostly the girls and women have one piece swimming costumes. Certainly the serious swimmers wear those but there are always those who only have their beach bikinis and use them. It had not been a place I had particularly 'fooled around' in but following my fun in the park I was into being amused and was very much in the mood for fooling around. A quiet afternoon at the baths made it all that much easier. After a bit of swimming my eyes alighted on a pair of girls coming into the baths from the female changing room. Just as if on the beach they were in their bikinis and very fine they looked too. One yellow, the other green. They were not serious swimmers but certainly did a couple of lengths before standing around chatting away in the shallow end. They paid little attention to me swimming closer. As one slipped back into the water for another swim and the other made to follow I pounced. Not literally but I stopped time. There was the girl, a dark haired girl, in the green bikini frozen leaning forward to go back into the water to swim. A quick glance around to see if I was being particularly observed and, importantly, remembering my position and then I moved the last few feet to her. There was no groping or anything, just a careful removal of the bikini top. It was just a scrap of green cotton in my hand but she would be awfully shocked when she found it missing. Resuming my position I pushed the bikini top to the pool's bottom with my foot. And off she went with her friend, swimming up the pool away from me and, to my delight, obviously unaware something was missing. Seemingly unaware until she and her friend had swum right up the pool and back again. It was the suddenly open and round mouth and the "Susie!" from her friend that alerted her. The yellow bikini girl pointing at Susie's chest, "Your top..." A simply delightful squeak made the better when she saw me looking - and very nice and round the pair of boobies were too! "Aaah! Where?" Arms crossed over her breasts Susie and her friend were frantically looking round. "I think you've mislaid this," I said, reaching down and picking up the bikini top from the swimming pool floor as if I had just happened to spot it. Isn't it just so lovely when girls blush and Susie blushed big time - even her chest went pink as she reached towards me for the garment, charmingly revealing one breast again to me. "Oh, err, thanks." "My pleasure." Oh dear, a double meaning there all right! Susie and her friend quickly swam away and, actually, I left her alone rather than doing the same again. Susie had been so sweet with her blushing that I had not the heart to do more. Indeed, I would have left both alone had it not been for catching sight of the yellow bikini girl standing on the side of the pool leaning forward to talk to Susie - leaning forward in such an interesting manner. It was just such an attractive position and, suddenly frozen in time, so very vulnerable to any passing time stopper; and there happened to be one there - me. With swimmers stopped mid stroke in the pool I was out and walking around the pool edge towards the girls in no time. Yes, no time at all! Wonderful! There was the girl, dressed just in her yellow bikini; the girl all wet and chlorine smelling from the swimming bath, leaning out a little over the water, head turned towards her friend in the water and, importantly, with her feet planted well apart to steady her. It was just so easy to take hold of either side of her bikini bottoms and pull them downwards. I do enjoy a well shaped female bottom and I stepped back to admire this one. Nice to see it a little paler than the rest of her body. Clearly the bikini or a similar one had been worn whilst sunbathing or running around on the beach or an open air pool. Nice to squat down and look up between her legs at her little furry place and, of course, pleasing to peer around at the front and stroke the fair hair there. Had anyone been looking - and I included in that the security cameras I had seen high above - the substantial bulge in my own swimming trunks would have been embarrassing. It was also uncomfortable so I pulled out my erection and balls into the open. Supported by the elastic top of the trunks underneath, my genitalia all came into considerable prominence - more than embarrassing really like that had, of course, any one been able to see! Embarrassing in its exposure not embarrassing per se, you understand. My tackle does not let me down - it is not unusually small or anything, though to be fair, it is nothing out of the ordinary either! Nice to take hold of her hips and poke at her a little bit; slide myself up and down between her cheeks and then slip between her thighs and let my knob run along her sex - such an enjoyable feeling. Down below her and a little to the side Susie looking up at her - at us actually, but of course she was unseeing, had not seen me come along the swimming pool side to play with her friend. I was sure she would like to have seen what was happening really. Perhaps Susie had not seen an erection at work before; perhaps she would have giggled and said something about my knob as it kept appearing and disappearing below her friend's fur - like a little mouse or a snake popping its head out of its burrow to see what was around. Perhaps, and it was rather nice to imagine, looking too closely and being surprised when the 'snake' spat at her! Nice perhaps to spatter the swimming pool - a free ejaculation right by Susie - but inevitably I wanted to see if I could become enclosed. Could I get into this girl's burrow? Well, I pushed but no real success. Perhaps she was just not prepared or just too virginal but I wasn't going in. Instead I amused myself by taking my hands off her hips and watching with each (unsuccessful) thrust how I was gradually moving her further and further out over the pool. I stepped backwards leaving her at an impossible angle - only possible out of time. Once time restarted she would fall forward into the water - she was now totally overbalanced. 'Splash' she would go, right by Susie. 'Splash' with her bikini bottoms around her knees. The entering of the water very likely to pull them right off! It was amusing, so I left the bikini around her knees and walked back to regain my position in the swimming pool, only bothering to tuck myself away once in the water. I caught her wide eyed look as she suddenly found herself overbalanced and was amused to see a little scrap of yellow floating in the water after the loud 'splash.' The absence of the bikini bottom was soon noticed so I - and the rest of the swimmers - missed out on a bottomless girl walking back to the changing rooms. Pity! But it lead to another idea. Not with them but with another woman swimmer. This other woman was a serious swimmer. Black one piece swimming costume and a powerful crawl. Up and down the serious swimmers' lane she ploughed on her own. I had had opportunity to admire her when she had first come in. A tall blond girl with a fine figure complete with, as far as I could judge, pleasingly ample but not large breasts. A little squashed by the Lycra, so it was not too easy to judge. Her exit from the pool was also my cue and I entered the male changing room entrance as she went into the female. Beyond the entrance and around the corner there were communal showers to let you wash the chlorine off before going on to dry and dress. The male ones were empty. I switched on the showers, counted to ten, stopped time and wandered out again into the swimming area and around and into the female changing rooms. It was a risk. The shower area could have been full of a party of grannies, which would have been a shock, though any women or girls present would have spoilt my plan, but pleasingly, just like the male showers, it was empty - apart from the now naked girl showering. Her black swimming costume hanging on a peg. Bingo! A bit of the old 'fireman's lift' and I had the girl out of the female showers and into the male. Carefully positioning her so she was in just the same place - well, just the same, the equivalent, except, and this was an important difference, it was the male showers - as before. I even placed her costume on the respective peg. Timestopper Begins Ch. 28 As I've phrased it before, 'lights, camera, action,' though it was more a sudden return of sound, movement and falling shower water on my skin. In front of me the charming back view of the swimming blond. So pleasant to stand there with her in the showers and watch her hands caressing her skin as she gently washed the chlorine away unaware of the naked man behind her. What a fine bottom, jiggling slightly, and a shapely back. She was, of course, turned away from me and unaware there was anyone else in the shower. The two costumes hanging side by side on the pegs a bit of a giveaway there were two people but they were behind me and she was not looking that way - yet! The surprise on her face as she turned, the sharp intake of breath making her breasts rise and her jaw literally dropping were great fun to behold. It was not the surprise at seeing another occupant to the shower, I suspected, but that the person was so obviously not female. I was not in a tumescent state but there was no missing what was hanging there. She didn't. "Wha... what are you doing in here? This is female changing - you're in the wrong ones." Helpful information if it had been accurate. It was not. "Not really. This is the male... not that I'm objecting. I mean carry on... I'm not old fashioned." A squeeze of soap from the dispenser and I was washing myself. "It's not. These are the female showers. Get out." "You're wrong you know." I applied the soap to my genitalia, rather fun building up a bit of a lather as she watched. "I'm off." Nice to see her moving. I followed her to the changing area. Did she get a surprise there! As did the seventy plus old bloke just about to put his trunks on. She stopped dead in her tracks as his eyes went wide at the sudden, no doubt wonderful apparition. He probably thought it was his birthday come early. Two other blokes were also staring. "Oh no!" The girl turned and there right up close to her was me, rather blocking the doorway and still all soapy. "See," I said, "wrong changing room. I did tell you. Not that we mind: I'm sure we'd be delighted to help you shower and get dry - the gentleman behind you seems up for it certainly." She turned to look probably almost automatically, unsure what to do with me blocking the way, and there was the old boy actually erecting as he stared at the girl. I was sure he would absolutely have loved to help her in the showers especially if she had 'given him a hand' as well! "Excuse me," she said but I did not move and, as I knew she would have to, she pushed past me. Lovely to feel her wet smooth skin moving for a moment against me - yes, the brush of her naked breasts. "Pervert," she said as she rushed for the exit. Pervert? In what way! In her confusion she had forgotten her costume. And in her hurry to go the few yards to the female changing she managed to slip and fall naked into the pool. Well, to be fair to her it was not exactly her fault - I pushed her out of time you see. Walking, in time, out of the male changing I was able to see her just so quickly hoist herself out and rush into the female changing area. Her breasts bounced just so delightfully as she pulled herself out and made her dash. Do I like bouncing breasts or do I! She dashed into the female entrance, through the showers and almost bounced into the seventy plus man again - nearly came up hard against his - um, well - hardness! Yes! I had played my out of time tricks again. "Back again?" I said from my former position in the doorway. "We do like seeing you, you know!" And this time it was not just the old man who had got hard. I had made sure I was as well. After all it is rather pleasant to expose yourself in all your 'magnificence' (OK, especially if you are a bit more 'magnificent' than myself) to a pretty and appreciative girl. OK, pretty yes; girl yes; appreciative - perhaps not. Her pushing past me was going to be, this time, even more personal - but she had no idea how personal it was, probably, going to be. "Excuse me!" she said again, "Could you get out of the way - particularly with that!" "Of course not!" She made to push past me. The touch of her lovely skin on my knob - but then time stopped - and when it started again she found she had made just a bit of a mistake in pushing past me. Not so much pushed past as pushed 'on.' Oh yes, I had managed, with the aid of a little hand moisturiser in one of the men's sponge bags, to lodge my knob nicely inside her; rather improbably as if, in pushing past me, my sticking up organ had become strangely lodged. Well she was rather tall... "Fuck," she said as time restarted and her forward movement pulled me around with her. "FUCK YOU!" I flexed my hips and pushed upwards, my erection sliding further into her. "Yes, I... so it seems! Kind of you, if, surprising. I don't think we've been introduced..." My hands were not touching her. Two strokes I managed before she just broke away pulling me from her as she did so. She grabbed her costume and ran. I turned to the old boy. He was staring wide eyed making no attempt to cover his quite respectable erection. "I... I didn't expect her to do that," he said. "Nor I. Nice though." "I'm sure it was. A bit fleeting. Why did she come back?" Unusual, very unusual for me to do anything with witnesses present. It was more than worth 'clearing' with them that she had done the 'thing' not me. I hardly wanted charges of molesting or worse being brought. No prison could hold me of course. TS Man could escape. But I hardly wanted to live my life a wanted man. It was tempting to just do it again. The girl finding herself rushing back once more into the male changing area but completely confused as she knew she had left it and gone into the female. But perhaps she might have just pulled her costume on and gone out into the reception area and demanded to know 'what was going on. Mind you the manager would hardly be able to explain anything. It would perhaps have been nice if I could have convinced her the only way back to normality was a hand job in the showers for the old boy and myself. Unlikely actually. But it would have probably had to include the other two blokes which would, I suppose, have been fine but it would all be getting a little complicated. Quite blokey, matey to have been all together being 'sorted' by the pretty naked girl but what if more men appeared. It could get right out of hand and, actually, some spoilsport man would probably have called the manager. I felt more sorry for the pensioner than myself at the impracticality of the idea. What a lovely morning for him it would have been. Perhaps he came for a swim every day, or on the days his wife came into town to do the shopping, and suddenly had the totally unexpected and never to be repeated pleasure of a handjob from a pretty, tall, young blond in the shower. The two of us together - one each side - she had two hands after all! It was a shame his erection having to subside without being in any way stimulated. He could hardly have a wank there with us all around him, could he? It would be understandable but not at all the done thing. The other two men were not sufficiently undressed for me to see if they were similarly tumescent. No, it was just not done for the four of us to sit in a line on the bench and discuss the girl's attributes, what we would like her to have done and what we would like to have done with her as we all fully exercised our organs before trooping into the shower for a necessary wash down! No, no, not done at all! Of course I did not have to simply subside. I could step back into the showers, turn the corner so they could not see me and stop time before hurrying after the girl for some more 'exercise.' Unsurprisingly I did just that. I gave her a few moments. She was back in the female showers, not the changing room. Perhaps the appearance of other women and girls had reassured her it was indeed the right place. From being empty it was almost crowded. Five other women and girls. It was all a little reminiscent of my early adventure in the girls' hockey team showers but not, of course, with anywhere near so many naked girls! And in these showers there was a much greater variety of ages. A couple of schoolgirls were there, just budding and tufting. I certainly left them alone - too young to be played with, even with my increasingly reckless behaviour and preparedness to gratify my desires without thought. A dark and heavily pregnant girl was quite a different matter. She immediately distracted me from the girl I had been playing with. Marvellously dark skin all wet from the shower, silky smooth to the touch and not only were there the usual bits to play with (though so much darker) but also her dramatically extended tummy and prominent tummy button to stroke. A big girl in the breast department though, no doubt, improved by her pregnancy. Pleasant to lift and fondle - and suck the big brown nipples. It certainly occurred to me I should perhaps ascertain her address and visit her in due course not so much for a nice cup of coffee as a glass of warm milk - when she was producing and, well, not so much a glass as taken fresh from the source. Two rather older women were next on my list. Mid to late thirties I judged. Good and womanly but not yet showing real signs of age. Perhaps a little slacker around the tummies which suggested they were a couple of mothers out with their offspring at the baths. Presumably well used to the insertion of the male organ - though for all I knew they might be really good friends used not to the hard bodies of men but to the softer female ones. They might already that morning have been soixante-neuf together. I just did not know. Pleasing, either way, to touch and for my hands to wander freely over their fine bodies. Wouldn't they have been shocked could they have seen what this stranger - this man - was doing to them as they chatted. Taking such liberties! My hands were busy, my lips were busy and the chap 'down below' was happily poking about in the bushes - so to speak! Fun to lift all the breasts up as high as they would go. It made them all look a little odd but when time restarted they would all do a lovely synchronised bounce. It would have been a shame not to have seen that but I could hardly let time flow with me in the midst of this throng of naked female flesh. I certainly did not want to be the focus in the showers of screaming (perhaps) women and girls. My eye then noted the lavatory cubicles were just off from the shower area and, just like in the college showers, would provide a place to hide and watch. I had not, though, finished with the blond girl. There she was thinking, no doubt, she was safe: little realising right behind her in the female showers was that awful man and his 'thing.' Yes, right behind her and rubbing his 'thing' in her bottom crack, before dipping down a little, entering and resuming - this time from the rear - what he had been doing a little time before. Nice to press close and hold her breasts as we moved together - or, rather, I moved anyway. And so, what to do? An internal ejaculation but perhaps best not to leave evidence in case she was going to make a 'complaint' about me. I had the old boy's confirmation that it was not me who did the 'thing' but even so... So what to do? Should I simply pull out at the critical moment and 'decorate' her bottom? Pleasant enough and I would certainly enjoy seeing it happen (as well as feeling it!). There for a moment and then all washed off by the shower. Perhaps it would be momentarily noticed by one of the others. Or, again, come in her hand or one of the other women's and perhaps see her rubbing herself with my fluid as if it was shower gel! Enjoyable thoughts as I slid in and out of the girl, pausing as I so often did with time stop right on the edge of coming - perhaps just an inch of movement from release! Time to watch breasts on the move I thought. The other women's already primed to drop dramatically and oscillate in an up and down direction, I pulled the girl's well apart so as to create variety - a side to side movement. From the seclusion of a cubicle I watched time restart. The girl I had so recently been fucking looking very surprised. clearly feeling the dilation caused by my recent penetration. And didn't the rest of the women looked surprised at feeling and seeing the sudden fall and bounce of their and the other women's breasts. They could see all their naked companions' breasts moving just like their own, just as if invisible hands were moving them - and, of course, I was coming in and out of my cubicle out of time just keeping them in motion. Talk about keeping all those plates spinning in the air! The young girls were laughing and pointing but the women looked just so confused as their eyes moved from their own breasts to the others and back. It took quite a bit of bouncing before the women brought their boobs under control by the simple expedient of grasping them and holding them tight. Time for me to either finish what I would need to finish or perhaps go and seek some further entertainment in the swimming pool. I sauntered out once more. Right up the other end I found Susie and her friend sitting in the jacuzzi talking to some boys. The four boys clearly delighted to be talking to them. With time stopped it was so strange seeing the bubbly water all frozen. The water actually looked solid but of course it was not. It was, though, anything but transparent. All sorts of things could have been going on obscured under the water. Had any of them got swimming costumes on? Of course they had but you could not see. Was one of the lads having a pleasant little wank whilst next to the two pretty girls imagining, perhaps, one or both were actually doing that to him. Was a girl perhaps actually doing that to one of the boys? Had the boy in turn got his fingers inside the girl's bikini bottoms and was playing about in there - frigging if you like. Of course I had to investigate. My hands delved. No, there seemed to be no physical contact and no penises slipped out of swimming trunks. All a bit of a disappointment but that did not mean things could not change a little. My hands reached and undid the two bikini tops and slipped them off. For a time the now naked breasts would remain hidden but if the girls stood up or even lifted themselves up a bit the all would be revealed. It was going to be amusing. Still out of time I walked back to the changing rooms. It just would not have done for a naked man to be seen walking along the pool side twirling a couple of bikini tops in his hand. In the male changing area I found the old bloke was now in the shower having a quick wash before heading out for his swim. He had his trunks on but still had not subsided! He had enjoyed what he had seen! For continuity I walked out of one of the cubicles and picked up my trunks. "Think after that I'll have another swim!" I said to the old bloke. "It was rather good, though. Shame she didn't stay longer eh?" Nothing had happened by the time I reached the jacuzzi. I was suitably dressed, once more, in my swimming trunks and with the two bikini bottoms hidden within them. But as I approached Susie rose a little out of the water, as she was talking in an animated fashion, her arms moving to illustrate her point and there, suddenly, for all to see were her foam covered breasts devoid of their previous material covering. She did not notice as she settled down again. Nor did her friend but the boys certainly did. I could see their eyes and the way they nudged each other. She did it again and then to no doubt the delight of the lads her friend stretched upwards whilst shaking her head and her breasts appeared too similarly moving from side to side. Always nice to see. A girl without a bra or where the bra does not firmly restrain her breasts and so they move with her actions. Pleasing to watch in the street a girl walking towards you and see her chest just gently swaying from side to side. How ridiculous really that these twin organs which are there to provide sustenance to the young can elicit such enthusiasm from the male of the species - but they do, oh yes they do! Nice to see whilst clothed, even nicer to catch a naked glimpse. Unlike Susie, the other girl must have felt the difference: her eyes went wide and she sank particularly deeply into the jacuzzi. As I made to get in with them, a possibly unwelcome addition to their young persons' meeting, I heard her whisper to Susie, "My, my top's gone. What should I do?" A sharp intake of breath from Susie, "So... so's mine. How could it have happened - again? They must be in the Jacuzzi. Must be." Completely inexplicable to the girls and not at all easy for them to feel around; their hands searching for scraps of material underwater. Not easy because there were other occupants of the Jacuzzi. Inevitably their hands would come into contact with naked feet, arms and legs. They were going to have to explain what they were doing. Not that the boys did not know! "Err, um, we are searching..." "You see... we've lost..." "Lost what?" Asked one of the lads, his face a picture of innocence. "Um, I know it sounds silly but... well. our tops have come off." "No! It was just the moment for me to increase the amusement factor. It was not as difficult as I had expected. No, I did not find myself sitting just on the girls' two bikini tops but instead five pairs swimming shorts. It seemed only fair to join them! What was more I had established more than one of the lads had reacted to the sudden display of boobs in a manly way and, indeed one, was actually working his erection hidden under the foaming water. Naughty, naughty! "They must be under the water." She was looking at me clearly conscious it was not just the lads but the slightly older me who was in the Jacuzzi with her. "I'm... I'm trying to find them." "Let us help," said one of the lads getting up. Another moved as well. Obviously not the wanking one - he could hardly stand up like that! What, of course, the other two clearly did not know was that, far from being hidden in the folds of their shorts, their erections were about to come onto public display. Yes, as they both stood, there, almost in the girls faces, were two fine young erections. The two lads were standing completely naked and fully erect in the Jacuzzi of a public swimming bath, foamy water running from their naked bodies and their erections! Their faces an absolute picture as they saw each other and then themselves. The girls likewise just so shocked. Had they seen such things before? Had they appreciated just how big they could get? I could, you appreciate, savour this picture at my leisure. Of course, I stopped time. I was becoming a connoisseur of such things! Just so nice to lean back and enjoy the tableau. The delightful shock on everyone's faces. The girls and indeed the boys wide eyed at the exposed erecetions. But I did not miss how perfectly round Susie's mouth was in shock. Perhaps to add to the amusement I could move one of the boy's forward so she found herself when time restarted with him in her mouth. It was, indeed, a very fine erection and perhaps, just perhaps, Susie might have enjoyed sucking it in private - but not in such a public place! My hand reached and gently fondled it. It was certainly fine and strong. Just right for sucking but, there again, so was mine. Much easier to try my own in Susie's mouth. Much easier! And just so pleasant for me, just so warm and wet; her tongue so soft and yet a little rasping on my fraenum; nice to reach down and caress her underwater breasts; very pleasant to then clasp the back of her head and push a little harder against her - yes a little deeper. Timestopper Begins Ch. 28 Again I thought what a shame I could not bring penises to a state of orgasm out of time. So amusing if I could have tickled and stroked them so when time started they just went off - yes, ejaculated. To have seen the girls' shocked look not just at the erections but them both suddenly spurting their creamy fluid all over the girls would have been a priceless thing to see. The shock and surprise not just on the girls' faces but the boys as well. Alas, it was not something I could do, but, as I enjoyed the warm wetness of Susie's mouth on my erection, I could at least pull the two cocks hard down so they bounded upwards rather dramatically when time restarted. I watched my erection moving in Susie's mouth and then turned to the lads. "Such a shame for you that you are not going to be doing this!" So amusing! And then my brow furrowed. Whoops! "Or, indeed, this." I said turning back and staring down at Susie and my penis sliding to and fro between her lips, "Five, four, three, two - ah, fuck, YES!" Yep, I had certainly overdone it. Once the glands have started the process there was no stopping it. The various constituents of semen were mixed together and expelled; rushing up my little tube and pouring into Susie's mouth. Had she sucked before? Would the taste be all new to her? It was all too late to ponder these things or whether perhaps I should have come in the girl back in the changing room. I had been overcome by the pleasure of Susie's mouth! Stepping back there was everybody just as before except Susie's open and gaping mouth was rather creamy full! There was now no need to leave my shorts off. I was 'done' for the time being. Settling back I regarded the tableau for a little while and then let time 'gently' flow again. Gently! Hardly! First the bounding penises followed by the two lads sitting down so fast it was almost invisible causing a great splash and surge of water. Susie went into a paroxysm of coughing; my semen splattering all over the foaming and disturbed water and her friend saying, "What the...?" "Our shorts..." said the boys almost in unison. Susie's face a picture; her hand wiping her mouth and she just looking so puzzled. Pretty innocence I thought! Probably I should have moved the girls so they were clasping erections underwater; suddenly finding themselves holding rigid fleshy poles rather like or, indeed, very like Jayne had found herself doing in the sauna many months before. What fun they could all have had - if it had been a private Jacuzzi and they all alone - except for me. But I was not so interested anymore; my penis had done its deed for the morning and my thoughts turned to having a shower and getting on with the rest of the day. Subtly with my foot I pushed four pairs of shorts and two bikini tops to the middle of the Jacuzzi and stood. Smiling at everyone I stood up and got out, turning, as I walked away, I could see scraps of material floating up into the Jacuzzi. Timestopper Begins Ch. 29 Chapter 29 - More pranking Wandering along a shopping street one day, not particularly thinking of naughtiness, my eye was caught by a department store window where a girl was working on a display. It was one of those typical department store windows where the area behind is a box allowing a different display to be set up from the next window. It was probably the naked mannequin that caught my attention; you know how it is, something seen out of the corner of your eye suddenly has all your focus. The brain processes the image and automatically tells you that this is something needing your urgent and immediate attention. It might be a wild animal about to leap out of the bushes at you (thought this is a lesser problem in Croydon than it used to be) or, as in this case, the possibility of seeing a naked woman. Of course my subconscious had been fooled. I do not get excited about pink plastic shop window dummies with only rudimentary sexual characteristics! The mannequin was just about to be dressed by a girl there in the shop window. It was slightly bizarre to see the contrast. You do not normally see people in such a window - just the static display: but here was the display being set up. The contrast of naked mannequin and neatly dressed shop assistant was interesting. What made the contrast perhaps particularly noticeable was the similarity in build and, indeed, the hair colour of the mannequin's wig to the girl's own hair. Even the style of hair was not dissimilar. It all brought thoughts to my head. I smiled and momentarily the girl smiled back before resuming her work. I looked around me. There was nobody at the window or even nearby. An idea had come to me. A very amusing idea. Can you guess? I rather expect so. Easy enough out of time to wander into the department store. Easy enough to find the door to the right window display and step into the space. "Hallo," I said. But of course the time frozen girl did not reply. Both she and the plastic mannequin were unmoving - the mannequin following its nature: the girl time stopped. The girl really just a soft mannequin herself. My plan was to have the two change places. The mannequin dressed in the girl's smart uniform and standing where she was and the girl naked and where the mannequin had been standing. A complete reversal of positions and clothing! It was important to closely observe both positions: how the mannequin was currently posed and how the girl was standing. Always pleasant to undress girls and this one was no exception. A pleasant surprise to find, as I eased her panties down, that she was fully denuded where one might have expected soft curls. It made her look so much more like the mannequin except, of course, that whilst the mannequin had a certain pubic mounding - something of a Mount of Venus - there was not even a hint of a cleft. Clearly the mannequin designer had assumed no one would want the pretty camel toe look on any displayed underwear or bikini! The girl, on the other hand, most certainly had more than a hint of a cleft, indeed had a charming little slit on display. Not so much fun dressing the mannequin but quite a challenge to get the real girl into the mannequin's former pose and the mannequin in hers. But the job was done. Stepping back out into the street I admired my work. Where the naked mannequin had been there was now a naked girl and where the dressed girl had been there was now a dressed mannequin. I certainly had a very big smile on my face as I restarted time. The girl seemed completely stunned for a moment, then gaped, clearly aware of her translocation, looked at me, then looked down and, screamed (I think) and her hands flew to cover her sex and breasts in that charming way girls have. The girl turned and made for the door at the back of the display area into the shop, her hand coming back to attempt to cover her bottom from my sight, and then thought better of it. She could hardly go out into the shop naked. That would be worse than staying in the window. She, turned, looked right and left and then started tugging frantically at the mannequin's clothes - or rather her own! She dragged it over into a corner, sort of half hidden and attempted both to undress the mannequin and redress herself. But of course it was all in the wrong order. Bra first not jacket. She had to strip the mannequin first in order to begin dressing. Unsurprisingly she did not even bother about bra and panties. Her whole aim to get covered as quickly as possible. And all the time I was there at the window watching. She was lucky. No one but me saw anything. Her eyes kept glancing at me and looking at the window to see if anyone else was stopping. My grin just stayed and I stood and watched it all. It must have been so annoying for her but it was so fun for me. Tempting to do it all over again but there was perhaps a limit to what I could do in a department store's windows. I could hardly swop places with a male mannequin and the poor shop assistant finding she was trying to put clothes on a real and naked man especially if he was tumescent. Well, could I now? Not at all the thing for a window display and, what if a lot of people stopped and somebody recognised me? But imagine, instead, I knew she was going to be working late and alone on the mannequins inside the shop... Wouldn't she have got a shock - one of the male mannequins coming to life complete with working penis! Perhaps I could have done just the same as in the shop window. Her clothes all of a sudden on one of the mannequins. She is alone. There is no one to see - unlike the shop window - and as she stands there shocked again another mannequin, yes a male one, comes to life. The male mannequin (me of course) insisting they are both mannequins and, as usual, they can have great sex whilst the store is closed. She trying to insist she is real but me having none of it. Great potential for chasing her around the store naked and using my TS ability to ensure plenty of copulation. Or perhaps she finds herself the naked mannequin and me the shop assistant trying to dress her for the next day. Me completely unfazed at her 'coming to life,' as if it happened all the time but still trying to get her dressed for the next day and smacking her bottom for being such a naughty mannequin. "Now, will you go back to being plastic. Really this is no good at all. Stay still." Perhaps, instead, I could have left two mannequins in a copulation pose in one of the windows but actually that could have got her the sack. Her manager would have been less than happy to see such an amusing display! I waved and wandered on. I am not a great ballet buff. Not really my sort of thing. I am a bit more low brow but it was nice to be invited and certainly I enjoyed the music and was astounded at how graceful and athletic it all was. It was Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, though that is not terribly relevant to what I shall recount. It was not the ballerinas I had fun with and there was no disruption whatsoever of the Dance of the Four Cygnets. Fun to go as a group to the ballet and even rather enjoyable to dress up for it - you know, the black tie outfit with dinner suit, funny white shirt and of course the bow tie. Well, I should have bought a clip on but I had the real thing in my drawer. Oh, the aching arms, oh, the difficulty of understanding the instructions, oh, the numerous unsuccessful attempts. I would have missed my lift had it not been for my ability to delay time. There was no panic on my part, I literally could have all the time I wanted - and it was just as well I could! Eventually, and I mean eventually, the job was done and the bow tie tied. Tied quite well actually and it gave me a warm smug feeling to know mine was a real one and I found myself sneering a little to myself at those men dressed in obviously ready tied jobs completely ignoring just how long it had - rather pathetically - taken me to tie mine! Enjoyable seeing many of the girls in their evening gowns. All that swishy material and the gowns often rather low cut so a lot of cleavage on display. Add that to some of the girls not bothering with bras it all added to the pre show excitement in the bar as far as I was concerned. As they moved there was the delightful sway of sometimes unrestrained boobs - just the material of their gowns, sometimes silk, restraining their movement. A really tall blond girl in a floor length green gown, first bending a little forward revealing even more plentiful cleavage and then turning so there was just such a delightful and gentle back and forth shudder of her green silk enclosed breasts. Not, though, so much as a hint of nipple. A pity because don't those little shapes just so add to the overall effect! I don't actually mean a nipple peeking out from the low cut top - though that would have been a cheeky surprise - but rather the dress material not showing any hint of nipple shape. Unsurprising as clearly she was not in any way excited or cold: isn't it funny how nipples erect in the cold - even men's. Apparently this is all muscular and not the blood pumping erection that causes the penis to swell and rise or the clitoris expand. It is just like how goose pimples form on your skin when cold so the nipples become prominent. It was not at all cold in the bar: quite the opposite, it was jolly warm so no chance of... unless; my eyes alighted on an ice bucket. The noise of so many people talking in the bar was quite loud but all of a sudden everyone went just so quiet and, strangely enough, stopped moving. Normally I did not 'work' in such crowded spaces. I am always a bit worried about getting back in position again for time to restart so I don't magically seem to teleport across the room or jump sideways six inches. Perhaps such movement - at least only by six inches - is actually less obvious in a crowded room than one with only a few people in but there was also the complication of people in the way of where I wanted to go and the risk of accidentally unbalancing people so they fell over when time restarted. Imagine the danger on stairs! It was not too far to the tall girl. So nice to just walk up to her, reach and feel her warm breasts through the green gown's material. Not something I would have dreamt of doing in time before I gained my power - OK, maybe dreamt but not done! Easy enough to slip the material aside and bring her breasts out into the open. Well, well, well! What rather man like little nipples and tiny little areolae despite the well sized chest! But a man's nipples can harden and she was very obviously not a man (there was no inappropriate bulge to her dress and a quick feel confirmed she did not have male genitalia hidden away down below (that would have been a surprise). In real time, had I been permitted - and just a little unlikely in this bar - my sucking and licking might well have caused a pleasing firming of the nipples but out of time even leaving them damp from my tongue was unlikely to have the requisite effect. Taking a piece of ice from the ice bucket - nice round balls of ice rather than cubes - and stroking it against her nipples was a different matter, I suspected. Certainly my fingertips got cold and when I felt her nipples they were anything but warm. Tucking her boobs back inside her dress I dropped the ice into someone's wine glass and stepped back into position. Oh yes, the sudden shiver from the girl was a delight. Especially how as planned, it caused her breasts to wobble sideways back and forth in such a pleasing manner and then, delightfully, I saw the appearance of two little points at the summit of her breasts. It had worked! And if it had worked for one girl then... I moved to the girl my first subject was talking to. Her neckline was not so low cut as her friend's and indeed other girls nearby. I soon found the reason why. It is not just the nipple that must not peak but the wrinkled pigmentation of the areolae - it is just not done for that to keep slipping into view: and did this girl have big saucer like areolae or not! Yes she did though not dark but pale coral pink. Not a great difference in colour to her breasts but certainly in texture. To get at them I had had to do some unzipping at the back of the dress, a very pleasing blue number, but once unzipped all came out into the open - all became free. Nice firm breasts; good to hold in the hand and topped with the aforementioned quite enormous areolae. Any lower cut and everyone would have seen them - though not as fully as I was able to do, nor to nibble as I was able to do - of course! Another piece of ice in my hand and a repeat of my work on the green gowned girl. This time I held the ice in my handkerchief whilst applying it. And rather wider circles to move within! Of course it would have been more fun to apply it in time; seen the girl wriggling against the cold and particularly to have seen the muscles moving and stretching the nipple taut. Yes, to watch the movement and see the nipple firm and the areolae puff up. Amusing to imagine taking the girl back to an imaginary lair and tying her up before subjecting her to the 'ice' in real time. The girl wriggling against her bonds as I applied the ice not just to her nipples but to 'other places'. A piece of ice actually inserted within her. The girl pleading for me to stop, yes for, something warm. A cackle of diabolical laughter from me; cue dramatic chords, she has requested just the right thing! "How about some nice warm semen?" "No, no, no! Not that!" But it is all too late. My straining penis is produced; her eyes widen at the size of my knob, engorged and so shiny and purple as it gently drips the warming semen before it is slowly but firmly pushed into her ice cold vaginal entrance. "Ah! No! You are pushing it - the ice - up me!" And it is true. I can feel the ice being pushed ahead of me as my penis travels further into her. The feeling exquisite. Ice cold right on the end of my knob from the melting ice, almost a torture on the very exit from my body - but certainly torture to her, the rest of the knob and shaft encased in such wonderful hot wetness (oh yes, I imagine her wet despite it all) yet right at the base, right at her entrance such a cold clasp from where the earlier inserted ball of ice had rested (perhaps this is already the second inserted ball, the first having melted). Such contrasts - cold to my knob's end, warm to my shaft and a cold clasp at the base. It is all too much, too many unusual sensations all at once and the ice is blasted by, indeed no doubt finally melted by spurts of my 'boiling' hot cum as the girl goes into an unbelievable orgasm. All rather an amusing idea! Returning to the bar from my thoughts. That melodrama was simply not me. Not me at all. Kidnapping and abducting? No, I would not like the screams and abuse and probably am not too good at gags and probably would get the duck tape or gaffer tape mixed up in her hair if I used that instead of the gag and, all in all, would make a terrible mess of the whole thing. No, too much bother by half! I contented myself with cooling the girl's nipples and areolae. Annoying though not being able to see the outcome immediately. I had been sure the green gowned girl's would simply firm as little bumps but with this girl I was less sure. How big would the nipples be? Would the areolae really puff up and mound? I looked around. Such a range of breasts, so many different sizes and shapes actually. I wondered which of the women in the bar had the longest nipples when erect. It was a thought! Or, of course, who had the biggest clitoris or, indeed, which of the men had the biggest penis! Well, my ice was not going to cause penile or clitoral erections - quite the reverse if applied - but, nonetheless, I could have a bit more fun and experimentation with the women and girls. All the women in the bar's chests were available to me and I had the time - or no time - to expose and apply ice to them all. The bucket was full of ice. There was plenty to go around. But there was no point really in applying ice to women in looser clothing or wearing brassieres: I would not see the result when time restarted. A pretty black girl, all smiles and laughter, chatting with her escort was my next port of call. Not a pair of melons at her chest but certainly a pair of peaches. I reached with both hands into her dress and just lifted them out. So round and, yes, so peach like in shape and size. Not so much undeveloped breasts as fully developed in a rather small way. Such beautiful dark skin, soft indeed like a peach, and her nipples and areolae darker still. Had the fine young man with her already sampled them? Were they lovers? After the ballet would they sleep together, would they roll together, would his lips suck with enthusiasm on the very nipples I was sucking? Would her pretty mouth, currently laughing at something he had said, descend and suck with pleasure on his erection? Would she delight in the feel of it in her mouth, so big, the knob so smooth, so ready to push between her legs and give her such enjoyment? Would he bring her to a delightful climax before releasing his semen so pleasurably in her wet little hole? Would they roll apart and lie there panting and gasping in the (romantic) moonlight streaming through the open casement onto their sweaty and naked bodies? Would I then step forward from the shadows as time ceased, with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, having so enjoyed watching their little show and then bury my own erection in her, possibly (it is a good image after all, if a little unlikely), steaming sex? Well, maybe. I most definitely wished to see her again and naked to boot and was careful enough to jot down her address, obtained from a letter in her handbag, before I had finished with my ice work. Oh yes, I had not been just imagining: I had been at work on her nipples. I had a feeling her nipples were going to be prominent when cold. Another girl, beautifully titian, with such pale skin you could see the blueness of her veins underneath. A mass of freckles to her face and chest. I was intrigued to see how far they went and, with a gentle rearrangement of clothing, the answer was - a long way! The freckles continued well onto her white breasts. Such pale pink areolae and nipples. Unsurprising with her skin colour. It would have been really nice to see them against the black girl's by way of contrast. How lovely to have seen the girls brushing their nipples against each other's. How nice to have seen them 'making out' together; yes, seen them on a bed together sucking and kissing, soixante-neuf and everything. Indeed how nice to have them as neighbours ideally with an unexpected penchant for including a male friend in some of their games - yes, please, me! How unlikely, but wouldn't all we heterosexual men like that? A friendly lesbian couple liking to play with, what I would call, the 'real thing' once in a while! A little bit bi, perhaps. Unlikely - but nice! The titian girl's nipples suitably chilled I moved on around the bar. I had a very enjoyable time and by the time I had finished there were almost a dozen girls with their breasts nicely out of their clothing and with their nipples expertly chilled. Tempting to leave them out but I wanted subtlety - a collective shivering. Carefully I tucked the ladies away. I was rewarded certainly and, indeed, so were the other men in the bar! Generosity on my part, perhaps! It was not quite instantaneous but all of a sudden there was a shivering, a movement of the shoulders and, as desired, some very pleasing movements in the chest area. Twelve or so pairs of boobs within thin material suddenly in motion, seemingly being deliberately shaken. But there was more to come. As I watched, sipping my retrieved drink, two dozen or so little bumps appeared and some got very obvious and prominent. The girls and women so conscious of the sudden cold feeling and what it was causing. Some perhaps now regretting not wearing brassieres, others perhaps not caring. Arms and drinks in some cases raised a little higher to obscure. Timestopper Begins Ch. 29 I could observe at leisure. Just stop time and stare in appreciation. Indeed not just stare, I could move, inspect, feel and suck. There was rather more for my tongue to play with now. Lovely to feel an erect nipple between the lips, lovely to flick it with your tongue. And every one so cold - actually, not for long! The black girl's nipples were nicely elongated but she did not win the big nipple prize. That went to an older woman. Probably she had the advantage of having breast fed - but was not breast feeding now. I knew that! The thin material of her gown positively stretched by the nipples: a clear winner even before the judge (me) made his formal inspection. "Nothing, absolutely nothing is more reprehensible than arriving late or, worse, getting up from your seat once the ballet has started." Such a haughty voice, I looked to see who it was. Another girl, possibly talking to her parents though seemingly with quite a large group. She was not one of my 'nipple set' though there was no reason why she should not join them! It occurred to me as I stood there half listening and glancing at her how amusing it would be if she suddenly found half way through a scene that all her clothes had disappeared. She finding herself sitting in the midst of a finely dressed audience with not a stitch on - stark bollock naked as the phrase goes (but without the bollocks). Would she get up from her seat then or sit paralysed with embarrassment and alarm? Perhaps with the ballet so captivating no one would notice... for a time. I had not really done that to girls - yet - suddenly made them naked in public. It seemed just so cruel. But I had enjoyed sudden private nudity just for me. I recalled the jogger on the downs. That had been such fun! My companions broke my reverie commenting how easily I was distracted by my own thoughts. How little they knew! How little they knew! The bell for the performance went and, returning, I was all of a sudden so interested to see the haughty girl not three seats away. A big grin spread over my face as a plan formed in my mind. Yes, I was most definitely going to get up and squeeze her but she would not notice that - not out of time she wouldn't. Actually there was considerable difficult in me passing down the row with everyone seated and not actually making room for an out of time person. And just as much difficulty getting back again. What was I doing? I was getting some ice! The ballet had started, dancers already on stage. The audience rapt with attention. And there was me standing with difficulty and feeling between the girl's legs. Oh yes, I was not just going to make her nipples cold. Luckily her legs were apart and luckily, again, not tights but stockings and suspenders beneath her dress. Not too difficult inserting a ball of ice not simply into her knickers but actually up into her. It was not something she could at all easily dislodge. It would have to melt where it was. A pity her mouth was not wide open. Even more amusing to have left her with my warm semen in her mouth as well. Still, it was quite amusing to extract my erection from my trousers and pretend to push past her saying, "excuse me," with it waggling in her face - still out of time of course. Such a squeak from the girl when I had resumed my seat and time restarted. Such a "sshh" from all around her. Wonderful to see her wide eyed and wriggling in her seat. Would she get up - that so reprehensible thing - and go and investigate in private? I knew she would not, not after what she had said, and she didn't! And of course by the time of the interval all the evidence had melted away. The ballet was wonderful. I have to say it. Quite a crush on the way to the bar and I found myself close behind the haughty girl. Closer than I should have been but, to be fair, I was being pushed from behind. She turned and gave me such a look - well I was pressed rather firmly against her bottom. "Sorry," I said, "bit of a crush," and tried to rotate my hips so I was not quite so 'intimate.' It was good to have a drink in the interval but. having been up against the haughty girl, I wondered whether to have a fuck as well. Perhaps the haughty girl again. Give her something else to think about as she settled back into her seat. Yes, the sudden feeling of warm liquidity perhaps seeping a little into her panties. She knows the feeling but... Perhaps a different girl. A good drink was certainly needed as it was hot in the theatre; with that and chatting (plus a call of nature) I really did not get around to playing with the girls. As we trooped back with the bell going announcing a resumption of the performance I found myself having to squeeze past the still seated girl. She was eating an ice cream and moved her knees to the side to let us pass. I glanced down at her and instinctively froze time. Oh what potential fun, oh how perfect! She was about to take another spoonful from her tub of ice cream and her mouth was delightfully round and open. Could I? Would I fit? There was only one way to find out. I unzipped and pulled out the old JT. All flaccid - he had not been expecting to be called into action again so quickly. Minutes before he had been in my hand doing the 'other thing' but now his other function was required. Of course as I looked at the girl's open mouth he began to grow. So I just peeled back and popped him in - just like that. Unexpectedly cool from the ice cream but rather nice actually. Lovely to feel myself growing in her mouth. Lovely to slip to and fro. Amazing, though, to be doing it with hundreds of people around me - though all as still as statues. Public fellation - well perhaps not really. Fellatio surely requires the woman or man to do something - I mean lick, suck and suckle - the girl here was not doing anything at all to help. I was doing everything. She was merely the passive receptacle of my penis and, shortly, my semen. Oh yes, I was going to go all the way before sitting down. No hurry. No hurry at all. "Would you like a go?" I asked her companions, pulling out and waving my erection in their direction. Not so easy pulling out as going in semi flaccid. That's the trouble of having a big knob (I like to think)! The flare of the glans got caught by her teeth. Was anyone else interested? I rather thought the older woman might well have liked a nice young erection to suck but she said nothing, the two young men might or might not have liked that and certainly might well have been a lot better at fellatio than the haughty girl - not that I knew what her expertise was like in real time. It might have been her speciality. Something she took great pleasure in; had practised a lot. Perhaps dressed in white suspenders and stockings with her nipples rouged she enjoyed tying her men up and subjecting them to long fellatio sessions; perhaps three at a time all tied and with her lips moving from one straining penis to another, sucking each or lightly teasing it with her tongue but not quite enough. Perhaps bringing one almost to the point of coming, enough to give her a little salty taste but not a mouthful. Perhaps smiling wickedly with the little oozing of semen on the tip of her tongue before moving to her next plaything. Touching her tongue to his so he tastes the semen whilst her hand gentle fondles his hanging scrotum. He is not going to be allowed to come yet either. Men brought to the edge and back again. Of course rather than enjoying keeping her men at stand for an hour or two before releasing them - releasing their semen into her mouth, I mean - it might just have been that my penis was the first to enter her mouth. Either way, whether used to drinking cum by the bucket load (I exaggerate of course) or it being a new experience, it was going to happen. "Anyone?" There were no takers and so I pushed back into the girl's mouth. A little scraping but once the knob was in all was fine. Back and forth, back and forth. One, two, three and... So nice just letting go. Feeling the pumping and the shuddering, electric orgasm; just so aware of my stuff going into the girl's mouth. A deep sigh from me. "Well, that was nice," I said to the girl. "I hope you enjoy that. Should go well with the ice cream. Lovely contrasts I imagine: hot and cold, salty and sweet - but all very creamy!" Once again flaccid I tucked myself away, resumed position and restarted time - the practicalities of time stop of course. Remember I was in real time moving down the row to my seat. Behind me came sudden noise and I turned. The girl was not coughing so much as swallowing noisily; the plastic ice cream spoon in her mouth; her eyes wide and her cheeks suddenly a little red; her throat working. She was still swallowing and restoring her composure as I sat down. A great look of puzzlement across her face and a careful examination of the ice cream. "You all right, my dear," whispered the old lady. "Ice cream's a little funny. I..." But the music commenced. 'Funny peculiar,' I thought with a grin, as I settled back to enjoy the second half, feeling pleasantly content. I was on a train going up to London when my thoughts returned to the ballet and what I had thought of doing to that haughty girl: not so much what I had done to her but rather the idea of taking her clothes away so she was suddenly exposed in public. It was perhaps a result of seeing a sweet little thing bounce onto the train and sit in the seat opposite to me. The train was not terribly busy - the morning commute long over. I liked her dark curly hair looking still wet from her morning shower, her sun browned limbs coming out from her blue cotton floral dress. Fine limbs and strong thighs on her. I could imagine she played a lot of tennis or jogged. She was soon engrossed in her book so I could examine her at my leisure. After a few moments she leant forward to get something from her bag, a mint actually, but it gave me the most delightful view down into the valley of her breasts. Lovely to see them move and hang inside her brassiere - a charming view down a valley. The sort of valley one might wish to meander down and perhaps climb the hills on either side... It actually took her quite a time to straighten up. Well, not so much time as non time. I had decided to examine her and I really did not mean from afar! Pleasing to reach forward and into her dress and fondle those hanging girly items. So soft, warm and malleable in my hands. By the time I tucked her back there had been quite a bit of fondling and I was not surprised to see her wriggle her shoulders as she straightened making her boobs move. Clearly some residual pressure from my fingers had been felt. My next foray was to see what colour her panties were - yellow actually. I left her dress slightly rucked up her thighs and was rewarded by a hand coming and smoothing it back down again. A little more difficulty removing the panties. It required a bit of lifting and moving around but as I was careful not to push hard with my fingers there was no more than a wriggle from her. You might have thought a girl would notice the removal but there simply would not be the sensation of them sliding down. Any pressure from their travel would come all at once. There would be no succession of pressure down her legs and such pressure as there would be was more likely to result in a shiver than alarm. Again, you might think someone would notice her knickers were no longer there but actually people are not continually conscious of such things: certainly not until they move. Her legs a little apart. Out of time I eased them a little further apart. It was time for a full inspection. Lifting the dress I gazed on a neat little bush of dark hair - that lovely little vee of curls girls have. Below it that delightful valley with all sorts of interesting things hidden away to find. I chose to explore not with my fingers but tongue. So nice to come close and bury my face in the warmth between her thighs. Just so nice to let my tongue do the exploring. My tongue even venturing into her secret little cave before individually nibbling on her soft lips and then finding and pulling a little at her clitoris leaving it unusually raised. I sat back up in my seat and dried my face on my handkerchief. That had been nice. What next? The girl looked quite startled as time flowed once more. Her prettily shaped knees coming together and she looking at me. I smiled. She nodded, blinking. A no doubt residual feeling from my labial explorations. The conductor came along after a while and I handed him my ticket. As he turned from me to the girl he got quite a shock. Her hand raised with the ticket, his moving to take it and all of a sudden he could see the girl not in her blue dress but completely naked. It was just a flash, a momentary vision which ended as he took the ticket but enough for him to see her breasts and bush and register she was sitting there completely naked. A really pleasing sight. "I..." But the show was over, "err, thank you, miss." I had enjoyed her nakedness for rather longer. And very enjoyable it was too and, indeed, I had taken the opportunity to have a really good suck on her nipples. A right chew really. She certainly felt that, her shoulders moving and a very deliberate shaking of her breasts as if she felt something wrong as she took the ticket back. She looked across and saw me looking at her and quickly looked away. Across the aisle another passenger had had just the same experience as the conductor. His eyes were wide and his mouth had dropped open. At the next stop the nearby passenger got off and just as the train pulled away I did it again. The girl was reading her book and as she turned a page she suddenly realised she was naked. I was not looking at her but I could sense her consternation, her rapid breathing, her no doubt utter panic finding herself without clothes and with no sign of them. "I, I... haven't any clothes." "Sorry?" I looked up and put on a puzzled face. "For what?" My eyes did not move from her face as if nothing was untoward. "I mean, I've... how has it happened... I've nothing on." I looked down her body, "Um you've a nice dress on and..." "No... no I haven't. I..." She stood up. Not really the best thing as it brought her into the view of the rest of the carriage, which was not completely empty, though it did bring her dark curly bush nicely almost up to my eye level. "OK," I said, "if you are naked then why don't you sit on my lap and let me slip something manly into you. You'll be able to feel every bump in the track all the way up to London and perhaps the points as we near Victoria Station will bring you off - and perhaps me. Imagine the ride." But she did not answer. Time had stopped again. From my bag I unfolded her dress and slipped her bra on and her dress back on over her shoulders. So much easier to do with her standing. All at once she found herself dressed again. "Oh... I..." "It's a warm day," I said conversationally but implying perhaps the heat had got to her. "Sorry I thought... I thought my clothes were missing." She shook her head as if trying to clear it. She did not go back to her book but sat looking out of the window, up the carriage or occasionally at me. I had very clearly upset the calm of her day. Should I do some more upsetting? Why not? And so all of a moment she saw me naked. Probably just glimpsed out of the corner of her eye but her head turned and she was looking straight at me. I nodded, "Feeling better," I asked. And I managed it. I managed to have an erection sitting there with the girl just staring at me in complete disbelief. I could feel it growing, lifting off my thigh as I looked at her. A simply lovely piece of exhibitionism. Not just showing yourself naked to a girl, not just showing your erection but actually erecting as the girl watched. "No... no... Not OK at all. I can't wait until we get to London." I stood, my erection not quite in her face but very much there. Her eyes wide as she stared - stared in disbelief at what was there before her. To her my penis must have seemed to twitch though that was actually me getting as close as I could back into the position I had been in when I had first stood. You see a lot had happened between me standing and that twitch. She had lost her clothes, again out of time. I had walked up the carriage naked, out of time, to see if there were any other pretty girls to play with and been rewarded with the opportunity to fondle the breasts of a couple of girls coming up to London together. But importantly I had stood over the naked girl and pleasantly wanked. OK, perhaps I did rub myself up her crack a little and stroke her nipples as well but basically I stood in front of her and did my manly exercise thing. It all required the most careful use of my time stop ability. Just as I reached orgasm I removed my hand from my penis and restarted time. To the girl all she saw of all my activity was a blurred twitch of my erection just as I stood up naked and placed it almost in her face. But then she saw a lot more. Oh yes! Apparently untouched by my hand my erection pointing up at her suddenly began to spasm. One moment it was just standing there looking manly and strong, the next a jet of the white stuff coming out towards her and catching her on her face, even in her open mouth. "Huh?!" And then the second spurt also to her face. "Wha..." The third falling on her naked breasts. She was becoming delightfully covered. Her face such a picture as my erection freely ejaculated all over her face and naked upper torso. "No!" Simply wonderful to watch. More fun watching than feeling actually. A shame to miss out on the extra stimulation of my hand as I came but just so nice to see the dramatic scene of this just so surprised girl and my seemingly spontaneous ejaculation. A couple more spurts and then just a dribble falling to her pubic hair. She just shaking her head in utter disbelief. "Wha...what have you done?" Her voice loud. I smiled and caught the moment out of time. No hurry at all. I could just savour the look of the girl. A picture of utter astonishment frozen in time as she sat there dressed in nothing but what I had so pleasantly 'thrown' at her. Lovely to look at but after a time I had to get on with the clearing - or more accurately wiping - up. By the time I spoke she was no longer 'decorated,' had her bra and dress back on and I was respectably dressed just as before. "Do you come by train a lot. I do." But she missed the double-entendre. Up the carriage people turning to see what the fuss had been about - why had the girl's voice been raised? "I... I thought..." 'It' was actually still on her lips. But there was I as fully dressed as before and picking up my bag. "Yes?" "Err..." "Well, have a nice day and I hope we meet again. Perhaps on the train?" I left her somewhat stunned and no doubt hoping we did not meet again. Once more I wished I had a camera that worked out of time. What a picture - or pictures - she had been. Greengrocers seem as shops to have disappeared. In Central London you can still see road side stalls and of course at markets there are greengrocers' stalls but the shops have gone. The supermarkets' fault of course. I was in the local market one day and, as usual on the lookout for amusement as well as fruit and veg.. It was not so much my eye that caught sight of a particularly well stacked black girl that drew her to my attention but the fact she spoke to me. She was picking up melons at a stall clearly keen to buy one. She was holding a melon, the round Charentais type in each hand, "Are these ripe?" She turned and asked me. "How do I tell?" She was gently moving them up and down. You would have thought her mother or aunt would have taught her how to shop but perhaps that is the modern way. Perhaps she had not had a melon before. Timestopper Begins Ch. 29 The opportunity was just too good to miss. The girl so pretty and so well proportioned. Suddenly she was topless, not a stitch above the waist, still holding the Charentais but with her own 'melons' so nicely displayed - and weren't they melons indeed! Big, and I mean as big as the Charentais and as round and firm. Unlike the melons her boobs were moving, actually bouncing up and down (the result of me playing my lifting out of time trick, resulting in them falling and bouncing as time restarted). She looked just so fine to me with her dark skin gleaming in the sun and naked above her, most likely, new blue jeans. "You squeeze them and if they are a little soft they are ripe." I reached in time and my hands closed around her breasts. I squeezed. There I was, hefting her impressive melons as she held a pair in her hands. "Yep, these certainly are!" A bit of a fondle and another squeeze. "Ripe and juicy - just right!" She was just so shocked. Just stood there and let me do it. "I'd take them both," I said but everything was suddenly back to normal. I was not touching her, the melons were still in her hands but her own melons were modestly hidden out of sight. And I had checked. The real melons were indeed ripe. "Perhaps you should get some other fruit. It all looks really good here. A banana and some plums go really well with a nice juicy fig." But I am not sure she got the allusion. "The black figs are the best," I added helpfully. "Um, you could add a little cream..." I left her standing, still looking rather shocked, not having said another word, with the melons in each hand and staring after me. She was not the only one looking at me. I made a hasty exit. It had been an amusing few minutes but I had not exactly been discreet with my time stop abilities. I shrugged my shoulders. So what! It had been fun. So what! But I had been getting more and more daring or perhaps foolhardy. My exploits were becoming less and less just one or two people and me but more public. I was playing out of time in public places. Was this really such a good idea? Timestopper Begins Ch. 30 Chapter 30 A summer's afternoon party After the lift incident I noted a distinct cooling in relations with Amanda and Dharini. They could not, of course, pin anything on me. On the face of it I was as much victim as they had been and, no doubt, it was not an experience they could even rationalise. Was it some sort of mass hallucination? Did they discuss it? Had Emily said anything? To Dharini there had been no consequence but I did not know how Amanda had reacted to finding herself unexpectedly sticky between her legs. It was difficult to think she had not noticed. Certainly she had not spoken to me about it. Notwithstanding I was still tempted to repeat the act. I liked making 'Tufty' Amanda all sticky there. I was certainly jealous of Derek doing it on a regular basis! The cooling in relations was disappointing and I hoped it would not last. I liked them all too much. Even Emily, who certainly knew there was something odd about me, seemed a little circumspect. "I'm not sure I should invite you over again. You upset my friends in the lift you know. And don't look so innocent..." Nonetheless one weekend Dharini and Aja were having a barbecue party and I got included in the invitation. Emily could not go but Amanda could - and so could I. There were quite a few people at the barbecue. Quite a few I did not know at all. If Dharini was a little wary of me, Aja was anything but: such a jolly host and he introduced me to his old university friend, Nitin. Nitin and I got along really well and spent quite a time talking. We found we had a good amount of shared interests. He had come visiting especially for the barbecue and was staying over with Aja and Dharini. We made a few comments about the girls, as men do, but I could not help noticing Nitin's eyes tended to return to Dharini rather than any of the others, even Amanda. Well, nothing unsurprising really. I have called Dharini 'delectable' and the 'sultry beauty of the office' not without good reason. Motherhood had not changed that. It had not changed her pretty face with that strong nose; the lovely long blue black hair and such lovely coffee brown skin. Dressed in an armless white shirt and loose linen trousers - the tie at the waist sort - she moved with a pleasing grace. So nice to see the curve of her hips somewhat hidden in the flowing material of the trousers and note the thrust of her breasts within her shirt. I wondered if Nitin had ever, at one time in the past, held Dharini's breasts and played with their almost black nipples: breasts I knew rather better than I ought. Perhaps it had only ever been Aja who had enjoyed the pleasure - OK, and me of course! Certainly Nitin had known Dharini a long time right back to university, so perhaps there was a history there? It was amusing to see Nitin's reaction when I had the opportunity of playing a few time stop tricks. It was not just hill walking and food where we found a common interest. As mentioned we had made not a few comments about the girls and their not over substantial summer wear. I had rather liked the look of a little brown haired girl in a blue strappy dress. It was significantly backless with a little tied strap around the back of her neck and another couple of straps tied across her back. Lots of bows. It was obvious from the freedom of movement that she was bra-less beneath the dress. She was by no means large but her breasts took the cotton this way and that as she moved. Leaning forward, her hands resting on a table we were watching her as she was talking to a couple of seated men. From Nitin's and my position we could see how the dress material was falling forward and just starting to show the side of her left breast. We made some comment about the dress being tied up too tightly. It was almost as if the dress heard us as, immediately, it seemed the ties loosened a bit and rather more breast came into view - and then a little more. It was as if invisible fingers were undoing and then redoing the three bows sequentially, a little less tightly each time. Nitin looked at me with a puzzled expression and a shrug of the shoulders as if to say, 'odd, but who cares!' The girl noticed nothing as the material sagged steadily forward until Nitin and I had a side view of two hanging breasts not even touching the now very loose dress material. But it was not just Nitin and myself who noticed. The two men she was talking to, saw as well - albeit from a different angle. Indeed gradually so did others though she remained sweetly oblivious until two things happened. Firstly I did my out of time boob swinging thing. Rather than lifting them I pulled them both to the right so when time restarted they would swing towards Nitin and myself. Secondly just as the girl's breasts swung and she clearly felt the movement Dharini said, "Sally, your top's a little undone." Sweet to see the realisation on Sally's face as she looked down, the quick looking up to see if anyone had seen; the dawning knowledge a lot had and, at the same time, her back straightening and her hands coming up to cup and hide herself. Dharini helped her tie her dress tighter. No doubt puzzlement as to how that could have happened. I was somewhat relieved Dharini did not look in my direction. The lift episode and perhaps other odd things had not caused her to put two and two together. Nitin had appreciated Sally's exposure. I wondered how much more he would relish Dharini having similar 'incidents.' It was useful having my back to the garden wall where I could see everyone and try to time my stopping of time when nobody was looking my way. I managed it when Dharini was bending to put plates on a table - that table again. She was bending over and away from us. Pleasing to come up behind her, out of time, and undo the drawstring of her cream linen trousers. Without any tie at the waist and with a couple of fly buttons undone they would inevitably fall down by themselves once time started. That was how I would leave them for Nitin's benefit but I went a little further for my own. Out of time I pulled them down to take a look at her knickers. A nice little white slip style pair not exactly covering the upper part of her buttocks or the crack between them. For perhaps an inch and a half from some sweet little dimples downwards, all was very visible. A little adjustment and there were two inches showing of that interesting divide showing. Perhaps ordinarily I might have taken them all down and 'played about' a bit. But this was really for Nitin's benefit. Playing around might well come later! The trousers were pulled up again ready for their hopefully dramatic drop when time restarted. Of course Nitin had been watching Dharini with me and of course he saw her trousers suddenly drop to mid thigh; as planned, they just did that in real time; he got a very pleasing view and of course by the time Dharini had put the plates down, grabbed her trousers, yanked them up and turned around to see if anyone had noticed, we were not looking at her. Instinctive politeness perhaps. But Nitin's eyes were blinking and there was a very clear look of surprise on his face and no doubt on Dharini's but I did not see that - nor if she was looking very specifically in my direction. A little while later Dharini was breast feeding Shravitha. Despite my predilection for fresh girl milk, and just as with Cindy, I leave the girls alone when they are suckling the infant. To me sexuality just goes out the window when breasts are properly in use. They are for the baby! Not so when the baby has been put down: no, not at all! The baby was now so clearly full, looking rather bloated in that lovely baby way when they go all floppy. Just the time when suddenly they may be dramatically sick - so beware! But the little one was winded, carefully set down in her basket, in the shade, for a nap in the fresh air without any dramatic reappearance of its feed. At this point the baby, to me, had formally left the scene. Things could now happen! Dharini's maternity bra was done up but shirt still loosely open. Nitin and I had politely not been watching, though I did catch the occasional swing of his eyes in her direction. Perhaps he was just interested in the mechanics of looking after the baby but I rather thought not. Our eyes did turn towards her as she put the baby in the basket. A little out of time adjustment by me was then required for Nitin's considerable benefit. A little undoing of clips out of time and as Nitin and I watched (back in time) both breasts swung free within the open shirt; and swing they did - all lovely brownness with big black teats still rather oozing milk. Both Nitin and I stared for a moment or two and then hurriedly looked away but not before Dharini, as she grabbed herself to rearrange things, noticed. "Phew," said Nitin, "wardrobe malfunction - again!" His breathing had speeded up. Clearly what he had seen had rather affected him. No doubt he would like to have seen more. What Nitin was not going to enjoy - but I was - was refreshment from those two breasts. A little wait for an opportunity but with Dharini sitting and talking to Amanda and nobody, including Nitin, looking my way, once more everything went quiet. There seemed no point leaving Dharini's shirt or bra on for my little escapade. Much nicer to get the twin breasts out in the open. No need to be discreet as with the baby. After all it would only be me to see. In fact, whilst at it, rather nice to do the same to Amanda. What a lovely picture. The two girls sitting and talking in the sunshine - well frozen in the act anyway. One dressed in jeans, the other in cream linen trousers but, pleasingly, both completely topless. Such a contrast. Amanda's so pale skin, her fair hair and those little upwards pointing breasts with their pale pink nipples I so admired: and Dharini with her coffee coloured skin, such dark blue black hair and big round breasts with their black nipples. Big black nipples! "Come on Nitin; come and have a suck. Just look at those! Who would you like to suck first, Only joking, I know it's Dharini's. But you've got to try Amanda's - this is Amanda by the way. Let's do that first and then... Why don't we have a wanking contest - first to cum over the girl's breasts. Who do you want to decorate - as if I didn't know!" But of course Nitin neither moved nor heard. Once more I thought how nice it would be to have a TS companion. What fun we could have together, thinking up things to do - and not just a wanking contest by any means! Chatting quietly whilst looking at the girls and planning what we would do. And then the execution - companionably erect in a frozen world, companionably exploring the same 'places.' So pleasant to be able to talk and discuss as we played with the girls. So nice to look at the girls but good to touch. Moreover good to kneel by Dharini and lean in to suckle. "Excuse me Amanda, I'm just having a little drink. Why don't you take the other nipple?" Wouldn't it have been lovely to see Amanda do just that; Amanda's pretty lips opening and taking one of Dharini's big nipples into her mouth; seeing her eyes close and a contented look come over her face. Lovely of course to see the two of them making out - going the whole way. Rather unlikely of course. Best as a threesome with me! Unlike the baby I was more than happy to toy with each nipple. It wanted to get at the milk and was impatient. I was adult and had learnt a degree of self control (ha!). I was happy to tickle nipples and areolae with my tongue; explore their black beauty; just sit back and look at them - and of course Dharini could feel nothing - it was all for my benefit. Lovely then to take a whole nipple and areola in my mouth and suck the milk. A contented smile from me - hidden of course with my face pressed against the soft brown mound of the breast; not that anyone could have seen - my smile particularly coming as I tasted the perhaps surprising difference between Cindy's and Dharini's milk: yes the taste of spices, faintly curry tasting milk from Dharini. Wonderful to move from one breast to the other, from one big black teat to the other and just suck. And then to move across and kneel by Amanda and do the same to her though, of course, try as I did no milk came. Her soft little nipples produced nothing though I did suck quite hard. Such sweet little pale breasts. I could almost get them all in my mouth - not just a nipple and its surrounding areola! "Well ladies, anyone fancy a suck on my cock; perhaps some nice salty cum, thick, warm and so nourishing? Why don't you, Dharini, try Nitin's over there? I haven't seen his cock but I'm sure it's very nice. Why don't you get it out so we can see? Have you perhaps sucked on it before; was it nice; did you make it cum? Nice and hot and spurting in your mouth? Amanda, why don't you do the same with mine? It'll be nice for you? Nice for you both. You could swop as well you know." "Or a fuck?" I said hopefully but, again, there was no answer. "Amanda, if not my cock - why don't you take a little suck at Dharini's breast. Surely you've wondered what her milk tastes like? Hasn't she such lovely breasts and aren't these big black nipples wonderful? There was no answer. But in my mind I imagined Amanda leaning across and her pale lips tentatively touching one of Dharini's nipples and then sliding up the whole long dark nipple and beginning to feed. "All you do is this." I sucked again. With my mouth pleasantly milky I kissed Amanda on her lips, slipped my tongue into her mouth and pushed a little of Dharini's milk across. She would have a little taste when time restarted! Wasn't I kind! Another little fondle of the girls' breasts and then I thought it was time to go back to the party. Not yet, I thought, the time to try intercourse with one or other of the girls and neither Amanda's nor Dharini's mouth was in that so useful big round shape. I smiled at the memory of the banana in the office and how I had added my 'sauce' to Dharini's snack. Perhaps she might eat a banana later - that would be almost irresistible to me! Irresistible in that I would just have to stop time and swop the banana for my penis and maybe, just maybe, do that ejaculation thing in her mouth once again! Just so nice to see that look on her face when time flowed once more! What, though, if Dharini did serve bananas but in the form of banana splits? It would be so tempting to come all over hers, yes, liberally decorate it with my semen and then watch her eat the dish spoonful by yummy spoonful. An idea more exciting in the prospect than the reality. As always the interest in sex dramatically wanes after the male orgasm. I was no exception. Nice enough to watch Dharini innocently consuming my cum but so much more exciting to see it if still sexually excited, with my cock still erect and charged! Of course I could go for a long out of time walk or read a book until I was 'in the mood' again and then watch if I really wished to try! I imagined the saltiness of the semen would contrast nicely with the sweetness of the ice cream. Perhaps the slightly sticky, glutinous texture (not like Maple Syrup at all!) would further add a pleasing contrast. But I could not see the contrast of hot and cold lasting long. The semen, even if a lot of it - dollops of swirly creaminess if you like - would rapidly cool on the ice cream. It would stay warm longer where draped across the bare bananas though! If, though, Dharini had acquired a taste for semen - yes, enjoyed sucking Aja's cock all the way to conclusion and, importantly, liked what it did - would she have a desire for 'extra?' It might well be that she had come to really delight in the feel of her man coming in her mouth. Perhaps after he had brought her to orgasm she particularly liked to finish by fellating him. Her tongue playing with his rigid cock, all wet and so warm from its recent work inside her; giggling at licking her own wetness before taking Aja over the edge and relishing the sudden hot spurting; perhaps playing with it in her mouth. Would she secretly wish to do that a little more often and get a sexual thrill from 'extra semen?' Not simply drawing it from the one source or, perhaps, wishing she could delight in having Aja fuck her whilst she sucked on another erection. I could certainly imagine Dharini had developed more than an acceptance but a real taste for Aja's semen - even if not actually true - but I really doubted there were other men to help her out. It would be just him. There would not be other men who she enjoyed fellating and manually working. Nice imagining, nonetheless, as I gently played with the girls' breasts, Dharini not just wanting semen in the bedroom but elsewhere. Perhaps Aja being used to 'dress' her salad or add a certain 'je ne sais qua' to her desert - the banana split again or perhaps the apple crumble! Nice to imagine Aja standing by the table as Dharini worked him or better, perhaps, there being another man just standing naked by their dinner table for her - not quite the shaking of the Tomato Ketchup bottle to make the man ready, though some similarity; and then pointing him in the desired direction as he liberally squirted onto her desert. Amusing to see her looking up at Aja across the table and asking if he would like some on his apple crumble as well. "Err, no, I'll just stick with custard." Nice to imagine if Dharini, rather than 'wasting' Aja's cum and wishing to save it for later in bed, asking to use her house guest's stuff. I was sure Nitin would not really mind helping out. Though I certainly could picture his shocked face as Dharini unzips him and pulls his brown penis out into the open. A radiant smile, "You wouldn't mind if I borrowed your cum would you, dear Nitin?" As she begins to work it, perhaps helping it along with a little suck. It was a lovely idea - certainly for Nitin! But that was not going to happen. Instead I dressed the girls again and took up my previous position. There was a bit of a disturbance from the girls when time restarted. A definite movement of shoulders and breasts. My nibbling and sucking had left a residual feeling and probably not a little dampness to the nipples from my licking and general mouth work! So pleasant to watch the girls wriggling. Nitin and I went to get some food and I found myself chatting with Aja and others for a time. Later that afternoon found Nitin and myself deep in conversation about hill walking. "More beer," asked Dharini walking towards us with a bottle in her hand. There was definitely a greater warmth towards Nitin. The exposed boobs had perhaps, somehow, seemed to Dharinia to have something to do with me... It was not that easy but I got it so right. One moment she was heading our direction looking simple gorgeous: the next she was looking even better. Suddenly, and it was suddenly, Dharini again had no top or brassiere on. Nitin had not seen her like that sitting and talking to Amanda before we had eaten - not like I had, frozen in time - but he saw her now. And as she stepped forward, bringing the bottle up to pour, her unrestrained and naked big brown breasts did the most perfect bounce. Up they went and down they went. Nipples pointing up towards the sky and then down to our shoes. And she noticed nothing. Nothing as she poured beer into Nitin's glass whilst he stared with round eyes not at his glass but Dharini's big brown breasts and her dark nipples and areolae. They were so close to him. But I could not leave it like that for long. A few seconds only and then all was safely hidden again. It had not been at all easy! "Thank you, Dharini," I said as she poured my beer. Nitin mumbled. Dharini moved on. "Did you see?" "What?" "Dharini's t... Oh, nothing." It was amusing. Nitin took some time to get talking again. There was clearly a great deal of introspection. He had seen or rather he imagined he had imagined! It just seemed so right to try it again. This time, and it was probably half an hour later, I waited until she was actually pouring the beer into Nitin's glass. He was holding it level with her breasts and it gave me the peach of an idea. The froth reached the top of Nitin's glass and then with only a bit of a 'jump' (the various constituent parts of the scene had not been in quite the right place. The practicalities of time stopping again you see! Nitin's glass needed to be a little closer to Dharini's breast; the bottle's mouth needed to stay over the glass and her hand therefore needed to follow and come closer) and there was Dharini's naked right nipple actually in the froth. Her top and brassiere had disappeared again. Timestopper Begins Ch. 30 It was only a matter of a couple of seconds or so. But Nitin gulped and Dharini looked suddenly shocked. She had not only seen her naked breast but felt the beer wet and cold on her nipple. It was only an instantaneous impression. A moment of unreality - it just could not have been. All was back to normal in the wardrobe department but Dharini's hand was shaking as she poured the rest of the beer into my glass. Inside her brassiere her nipple may well have felt wet to her but it was not from the beer. I had been very careful to lick that off myself, you see! It was hardly an opportunity to miss. One of Dharini's big black nipples all foamy with beer - an absolute delight to lick! There was definitely a look as if she wished I was not there. I had perhaps rather overdone things with her. But did I really care? I managed to get a little naughtier with Dharini for Nitin's benefit later. Perhaps she had found those linen trousers rather hot to wear in the sunshine - that seemed unlikely, perhaps she had spilt something down them but she re-appeared in a loose cotton skirt as the afternoon moved on to evening. I wondered if perhaps I could reveal rather more to Nitin of Dharini than he had already seen. Could I perhaps arrange for her skirt to drift upwards and if she happened to be knickerless then for him to catch a glimpse of her fur or bottom? I could, and actually went one better than that! TSM is so ingenious and brilliant it staggers me (and he is modest to a fault...). Dharini was lying back on one of those pool side type loungers. Not perhaps the obvious thing for a suburban back garden without a swimming pool but Aja and Dharini had a couple of them. She was talking to a friend on the other one - a deep conversation - and she was not looking towards Nitin and myself. Particularly not looking at us because the sun was behind us and she would have to have squinted to see us and even then in silhouette at best. It occurred to me that I could probably slip Dharini's skirt upwards without her noticing and with the sun behind us Nitin would see her panties, assuming she was wearing any and rather more if not - and I would make sure she was not! As people do tend to when stretched out on these loungers her legs were not closed but the skirt was modestly draped between them. Not for long. A little stopping of time, a careful feel and slipping down of panties (she was wearing them) and a little slipping upwards of the skirt. Not too far to start with. Dharini did not notice the slight change in her attire but Nitin noticed the skirt had slipped upwards. I could see where he was looking. Her brown legs were, after all, very fine. I managed to distract him a couple of times allowing me to move the skirt a little more. The advantage of Dharini's position was I did not need to bring it up to her waist or anything like so far. It merely needed to be fairly taut across her thighs and its hem up to her knees creating a lovely little tent. With the sun behind us and pouring light in under the skirt the whole of her inner thighs and sex was beautifully illuminated and so visible. You could see right up to the end of the 'tent!' I did not catch Nitin's exclamation, it was not in English, but his eyes were absolutely riveted to Dharini's thighs. "Oh dear," I said, "that's a bit embarrassing for her." "I'm certainly not complaining - are you?!" "Well, no. My sort of picture." "Me too." "Not open for business I see." Nitin got my drift and laughed. "Not like a bank - open to make a deposit!" Jolly male banter. And then came my master stroke: stopping time I returned to Dharini and carefully lifted her skirt right up. This though was not for Nitin's benefit. My plan was not to expose her like that. My plan was more subtle. My fingers went to her sex seeking her sweet little entrance - a lovely warm cave I had explored a few times before - but, as I had remarked to Nitin, it was not at all ready for intercourse. A little work with mouth wettened fingers and the cave mouth began to appear. Pulling myself out from my fly I got onto the lounger making sure I did not squash the girl. I did not want her to suddenly feel my residual weight when time restarted. I did not really want her to notice at all. I applied my knob to Dharini's vaginal entrance; it was not my intention to go the whole way and let Nitin see Dharini looking freshly fucked: I merely wanted him to see her open. Carefully I managed to push in, just so my knob penetrated - just enough to open her and, out of time, she would of course stay like that - OK, well, I did enjoy a few strokes but only with the glans. I did not insert the whole shaft - to give you the technical details. It was just a little fuck! A little 'knobby' fuck! It left her looking very open nonetheless. I mean there is quite a diameter even to the normal tumescent penis: you might think a normal banana has quite a girth but I think you will find it does not measure up to your truncheon (assuming you have such a thing!) in diameter. Back with Nitin (and tidily tucked away) I let my plan reach its, hopefully amusing, conclusion. To Nitin, staring at Dharini's sex, it must have appeared as if her entrance suddenly opened just so wide and then, with time flowing and no penis within the passage to hold it open, it slowly closed. It was just as if Dharini's sex was winking at us (or perhaps the other way around really in taking a quick peep!) "Huh! Did you see that! Did you see..." "Mmm, yes. Sort of winking at us I thought. I wonder if it'll do it again?" Funnily enough - it did! This time Dharini did seem to notice the dilation of her vagina. There was a frown and as her vaginal entrance closed so did her thighs - quite tightly. The show was over. It must have puzzled her later to find she was not wearing panties. More strange happenings... with me around. The party gradually broke up as the afternoon wore on into the evening. One by one, or two by two the people left. One of the first to go was Sally, the little brown haired girl in the strappy blue dress who, you will recall, had, due to my intervention, the original 'wardrobe malfunction.' She and her boyfriend had another party to go to and were full of apologies for having to leave 'early.' My earlier experience with her, and the playing with Dharini - making her give Nitin an unusual 'wink' - had worked up my enthusiasm for a little playing around. I had entertained various thoughts about that particular girl as the afternoon had progressed. They had been along the lines of departing with the couple and finding out rather more about them and what they did, or might do, alone. Sally's early departure speeded things up: I had no wish to leave at that juncture. So, what to do? I did, though, need to be quick. She was readying herself for departure and saying her goodbyes. A glance around the garden and I saw no one seemed to be looking at me. One, two, three and everything went quiet: the chatter in the garden, the background noise of traffic - everything. There was now no hurry at all. None whatsoever. I had time enough to spare! Should I get into costume? Of course I did! Really rather a thrill to just leave my clothes on a table and walk naked around the party. Would I want to do that 'in time?' Probably not! Conceivable, I suppose, in a group that appreciated that sort of thing. "Aren't you brave," "what a fine body," "wish I had the nerve," "nice penis," "Oh, nice erection," "let's all get naked;" or some such comments rather than scorn and disapproval. First things first; I had been thinking for some little time that really I should pay a visit to the 'loo.' Such a bother really having to go inside when there were flowerbeds around and as no one was actually watching it would not be a social faux pas! Just by the selected flowerbed 'Tufty' was engaged in conversation with another girl. "Hallo, Amanda. Just taking a leak. Do you want to join me?" An unusual pleasantry! Nice though to imagine on a country walk Amanda and I sharing such a necessary moment. More than a little unlikely given her current wariness of me: though more than unlikely at the best of times! Still, nice to imagine. Nice to imagine we have just found a river suitable for a little wild swimming and Amanda is up for 'skinny dipping.' There she is, her lovely willowy body all naked and it she who announces her 'need.' Wonderful to watch her bob down and the stream appear twinkling in the sunlight from beneath her tuft. Again nice to imagine I too have dispensed with my clothes and I too start up and then move my stream towards her so our twin streams touch and, joining forces, splash the harder against the leaf mould. Amanda laughing so prettily at the silliness of it all. Perhaps, then, I direct my flow closer and closer until it is bouncing off her right where her own pee is leaving her body. Her laughter becomes the louder. "Oh, fuck, that's nice... I had not thought...!" A trifle coarse but clearly the hot stream landing with some energy on her urethral entrance, and probably clit as well, is very pleasant. Emptied we both move to a furious and wild animal copulation on the forest floor - the dry leaves our bed - until she cries out in orgasm as my other liquid floods into her. Wonderful sex. Amanda reconciled to me. "We must do this more often." And we walk hand in hand into the river for a fun naked swim (and perhaps more copulation later). What a happy little daydream but things with Amanda just were not like that. However, an idea back in the garden... "Amanda, Tufty dear, would you mind holding me whilst I take a leak. So much nicer if you do that." I took silence for assent! Her hand hanging free was easy to manipulate into a holding shape around my organ. Nice to imagine the two of us on a walk and she actually asking to do that, "Can I control it please, pretty please?" And off I went, hands free - well my own hand free! Very pleasant actually. The warm touch of Tufty's hand causing me to fully erect even as my stream arced across the flowerbed to the fence - actually arcing higher as I progressed! Of course Tufty should have shaken it but seemingly she did not know about such things: she did not move so much as a muscle. Clearly she needed practice - clearly she needed to come on that walk with me in the country! A certain discomfort eased I was now free to wander across the garden to that small girl, Sally, in her blue dress. There was no hurry and by the time I reached my hands had already done really inappropriate things with several of the girls I had brushed past. "Hallo," I said, "I don't think we've been introduced? So sorry you are leaving before we have had a chance to get to know each other - sexually I mean of course!" Perhaps she did not think so. Anyway she did not answer. I hoped she did not think me too 'forward' but she raised no protest as I undid the straps of her blue dress and folded the square of material hiding her breasts forward. They had looked fine from Nitin and my oblique views and full exposure did not disappoint. Of course I held them, of course I played with them, of course I nibbled on her little nips - it is what men wish to do with pretty girls, you know! Such a shame she had not been topless all afternoon - such a pretty sight for the men. But it seemed an equal shame to stop there. Without the straps the dress would not in time have stayed up but out of time I had to help it down leaving her in just panties. Well, that would not do; not do at all! You could not have girls in just panties, even white panties with frills and bows, at a party! They had to come off and come off they did. So nice to pat her naked bottom - something else men like to do - and then to stroke her rather impressive 'fur.' This echoed her chestnut brown hair but slightly lighter; it was far, far more generous than 'Tufty's' little tuft but, nonetheless, very much 'tufting' if you see what I mean. Not tight curls but long hairs rising and spraying out somewhat from her mons. A real delight to those who like their girls hairy but rather less so to those who like their girls denuded. Lovely, in my opinion to stroke; lovely to brush my penis against; nice too to really spread my legs and bring myself down to her level and push myself between her thighs. It was ever so tickly on my penis! This was certainly a girl I was going to visit. I could see a pleasant evening or two in prospect with or without her boyfriend. Always easier for the timestopper if there is another man to prepare things - and by 'things' I primarily meant vulvae! So much easier if the other man has helped in arousing the woman and preparing her for intercourse. And that was exactly the trouble there in the garden. The little brown haired girl was not readied; she was not at all prepared for intercourse. My fingers felt under and carefully separated her labia but whilst soft, smooth and without the tickling my searching knob did not find that silky wetness it so liked; nor was it able to effect an entrance with any ease. A disappointment: should I run inside (or walk for that matter) and bring back some olive oil or other lubricant? I had rather liked the idea of the girl walking off knickerless and dripping but I decided to leave an internal exploration to another time - perhaps comfortably with her lying down on her bed or perhaps across her kitchen table... But what to do instead? It was a mixture of it coming to mind what I had just been doing with Amanda and seeing the girl's so slightly cupped right hand. We had only recently met so perhaps a handjob was the appropriate thing - that petting precursor to more serious sex on another date! Very pleasant to slip my erection into her hand. How nice if the reality was she fondled and manipulated it but, out of time, there was no movement from her - no snatching away either! It was me who had to do the moving but I had positioned her forefinger and thumb very well. Both my hands were free to roam as I gently moved my hips to and fro. All most pleasant and enjoyable until, "Uh... aaaa...mmm..." My balls drew upwards and all that complicated opening and closing of valves and mixing of fluids happened in a very organic way and from my penis my ejaculate pumped out. Imagine being tasked with constructing and programming a mechanical simulation of the process as a demonstration or to attach to a new rather realistic robot. Not just the engineering complications of a mechanically erecting penis but designing the whole arrangement as a process and writing the computer code to allow it all to happen in the correct sequence. I cannot say I was thinking about that as I shuddered in pleasure and, without conscious thought, my body and brain did all that clever stuff. I looked down. My thrusting erection had not escaped her hand but equally her hand had not escaped the product of my orgasm - not at all! I was careful, whilst redressing her, to not touch her right hand with her dress and left her with my stuff sticky and warm between her fingers and her panties in my pocket. I saw no need to bother putting those back on. She could be surprised later at finding herself 'commando!' Back with Nitin I dressed again and let time flow. The girl carried on with her goodbyes as if nothing had happened, though her shoulders did move a little oddly as if feeling her nipples suddenly a little wet and perhaps a little chewed. I was of course interested to see her reaction to the sticky fingers. In the event it was rather a success from my point of view! The girl's right arm went up and around Dharini and she gave her a farewell hug and in doing so her right hand clasped Dharini's bare upper arm and, indeed, she did the same to another couple of girls. As she walked off she took her boyfriend's hand. It was so amusing to see them then disconnect and each rub their fingers together and look at their hands clearly puzzled at the stickiness. And it was not just them! Dharini and the other girls feeling their upper arms suddenly conscious of a little wetness. Amusing certainly, perhaps erotic, to have all these (mostly) girls fingering my stuff and having it so spread around! Timestopper Begins Ch. 31 Chapter 31 Dharini Sleeps Soundly It might have been because Nitin and me had been getting along so well that I found myself still there with Dharini, Aja and Nitin well after dark. The afternoon's party had broken up and we were inside the house. Dharini was probably not best pleased by my presence. Indeed I stayed so late that Dharini excused herself and went off to feed the baby one last time, have a shower and go to bed. That left the three of us, all men, moving on to the whisky. Clearly a favourite with Aja. Nitin rather less so and, as for me, well with my TS ability I liked to stay fairly sober in case of 'opportunities' - OK let's be honest, I had every intention of enjoying myself with Dharini sometime that evening and wanted to be fully ready for that! Easy to pretend to drink and just pour it back in the bottle out of time, you see. It was later when, apropos of nothing, Aja said, "Do you know, Dharini sleeps so soundly a herd of elephants wouldn't wake her but one cry from that baby and she's wide awake." "Remarkable, the maternal instinct." I said in response. The relative soundness of sleep patterns and particularly our own were discussed. Aja poured himself yet another glass. "Once or twice I... shouldn't say this." He was slurring his words. "I've got home and fancied -- you know -- and done it without her waking. Really!" It was a bit of a confidence. Not quite done normally to discuss bedroom secrets with friends. Nitin looked a bit uncomfortable. I smiled. This was very interesting. I had not known this, "and she never knew?" I asked thinking this opened up very interesting possibilities - somewhat time stop without the timestop! "No, well, yeah. she knew in the morning because... none too happy really. Shall I show you?" He was drunk all right. Really far gone. "Sorry?" "I can get it up you know, I haven't drunk too much." "Sure you can," said Nitin. We looked at each other. Nitin and myself. Surely Aja was not really going to show us his cock and then have us all troop upstairs to see him 'perform?' "There's no need, really!" But Aja was standing, swaying a little, unzipping and then he just passed out. One moment standing there, definitely swaying, the next falling back on the settee. There was silence and then Nitin breathed out, "pheww!" "I'm sure Aja has a very nice cock but..." "Yep," agreed Nitin, "but..." "Would have been a bit much seeing him... um... taking..." "Yeah. I'm not sure really I'd have wanted to see that. I mean Aja's my best mate and all but..." "You like Dharini don't you?" There was a pause. "Yeah. At university I always wanted to go out with her but, well she was Aja's girl. Always his. They are right for each other. They are great. Lovely little kid and all." "Only..." "Yeah only. Best I didn't really see her in bed with Aja. You know all day..." "What?" "Naah, nothing." Not quite 'nothing' I thought. More like all day you've wanted to do things with Dharini! "Hey, ho, well you're the house guest and it looks like I have well outstayed my welcome. Let's prop Aja up and I'll head off home. I shan't be driving!" To Nitin's belief I let myself out but that was not really the case. I was more than interested to see what he might do left alone in a house with a passed out Aja and an apparently out for the count Dharini. Would temptation prove too much? A closed bedroom door was one thing but it was not going to be closed and a door that was not quite closed and with a faint light inside might prove irresistible. I rather thought that light and Dharini would draw Nitin in like a moth to a candle. The door was not going to be closed. TSM would see to that! Of course it was quiet upstairs. Everything was quiet. Time had stopped. Easy enough to open Dharini's door and slip inside. A careful feeling around. There was Dharini's lovely body under just a sheet. So nice to be touching her. I felt for the bedside light. Even with time flowing again, things were quiet but lighter -- with the bedside light I could now see. Just gentle breathing from Dharini as her head lay on the pillow with her dark, blue black hair spread around. Gently I pulled back the sheet. Not a movement from the girl; no reaction at all. Did she really sleep that soundly? She was lying there, curled up in a pair of yellow and gold pyjamas. Well, we did not really want them on did we? Normally I would have stopped time to undress a girl but it was worth trying out Aja's assertion. Quite different undressing a girl when the limbs move easily. As always so pleasing to be undoing buttons and revealing breasts; so nice to slowly pull pyjama bottoms down revealing first a hint of dark blue fur and then more and more and then the wonderful join of her thighs where her hair got especially thick, hiding that sweet little valley which lead down to that so interesting place -- where Aja had been proposing to demonstrate what his erection could do. Could he really have 'got it up?' Would he really have gone through with his invitation to Nitin and myself to see it all? It had seemed that way. Would he really have led us up the stairs, taken his clothes off, as we probably looked the other way, and then could not but look as he advanced on Dharini perhaps fully erect, but given the whisky more than likely not; we watching absolutely spellbound as he removed the pyjamas from the sleeping girl; perhaps opening her thighs and very deliberately inviting us to view her displayed charms; perhaps even inviting us to touch (a tentative touch to a breast by Nitin) then perhaps giving himself some hand exercises (Nitin fascinated by Dharini's body but embarrassed beyond belief at Aja's actions) to ready himself; perhaps lubing himself or Dharini up (or perhaps even inviting us to do the lubricating -- handing us a bottle of some lube or cream - of Dharini rather than himself!) and then making the marital entry. Nitin and I politely watching as his brown hairy bottom moved up and down as we listened to the grunting. Given Aja's alcohol intake it might all have taken a little time! Afterwards, would he have got up from the bed, still swaying, turned and pointed both to his still dripping brown cock and Dharini's now gaping thighs and so visibly used vagina -- itself perhaps running with Aja's semen -- and said, "see friends, as I said, she doesn't wake even when I've fucked her." Would he then have, in good host style, asked if we 'wanted a go?' Turned to the two of us standing there; perhaps rather embarrassed but nonetheless excited. Of course I'd have been 'up' for it, would have accepted the kind offer, but would Nitin have been rather too self-conscious? "Go on, strip, she won't wake. She really won't." The two of us perhaps holding back, uncertain -- well, Nitin anyway. "Go on, Nitin you go first. We're all men together. Get your cock out - let's see if you can get it up too. Go on, you have my permission. Go on, fuck Dharini." Nitin so torn, "what if the baby awakes?" "Naah, she won't but you'll both need to be out of here just like that! You'd better undress outside." "Undress?" "You don't just want to pull yourself out through your fly surely?" Nitin and me undressing and then re-entering the bedroom erect and ready for the fun. What a scene -- three naked men and one naked sleeping girl. Nitin standing so excited, so strongly erect with the prospect of intercourse with Dharini but still uncertain. "Go on," says Aja, "do it." Perhaps Nitin's dearest wish about to happen but probably not something he had ever envisaged doing in the company of other men and particularly Aja. "You sure?" Nitin standing looking at Dharini; she just lying on the bed, just so exposed. Her beautiful body there for the taking; her lovely blue black triangle of hair looking a little damp, below it her nether lips parted in apparent readiness for intercourse and the opening so visibly slippery, made so easy for entry admittedly in part by Aja's own semen. Easy to imagine the sex almost steaming! And then perhaps, for Nitin, disaster striking! A mental overload of excitement and he finds, to his intense dismay, himself ejaculating before he has even really touched her! All of a sudden an arc of cream spurting from his penis up into the air to land on Dharini's tummy -- white against her brown skin. Quite dramatic actually! "Oh, Nitin!" says Aja as Nitin's second spurt reaches as high as Dharini's breasts. "Fuck! Sorry," Nitin is speaking as he watches and feels his ruined orgasm. His one chance at fucking Dharini lost - not so much going up in smoke as spurting onto her breasts! Still he would always, no doubt, remember seeing his semen lying all up her body. Sad though! Next it would be my turn... but the reality was that had not happened - not at all: instead Aja had passed out downstairs and Nitin was, no doubt, thinking of coming up to bed. I was setting a trap for him so helpfully baited by Aja. Carefully I arranged the sleeping Dharini for Nitin to see through the part opened bedroom door. Not just a sleeping Dharini but with the sheet down a good way and her lovely breasts and black nipples visible. I could not believe Nitin would resist a peek once he got a glimpse through the part opened bedroom door. And of course he did not. So amusing to watch him through another just opened door; see him come up the stairs, cross the landing and then pause as if time had suddenly stopped. It hadn't but he had! He had caught that so tempting glimpse of Dharini in bed just as I had planned. The baited trap had caught its prey! Nitin moved closer to the door, glanced back towards the stairs and then could clearly see not just that Dharini was lying in bed, but that her eyes were closed, that her breathing was regular and, what was more, the upper part of her body was nude and uncovered. He just stared. He hardly moved for about five minutes and then ever so slowly he moved through the door. Funny to see him creep slowly towards the bed as if drawn there by an irresistible force. He just stood there for a time. I was thinking, 'go on, touch the girl,' but no doubt he was just so worried she might wake despite what Aja had said. Perhaps he reasoned if she did he could say something about Aja having dropped down dead drunk and could she come and help. It would be a plausible excuse. Anyway his hand tentatively came out and touched her breast and then stroked a little more firmly, even rolling a nipple and then moving to lightly squeeze a breast. His hand leapt back as if he had touched something red hot but I think it was just the sudden appearance of milk. I could not quite see but I think Dharini sprayed. Certainly after he had stepped back his hand came slowly up to his mouth and he licked. There was a shake of his head and I had to stop time as he turned to the door in order for me to hide. Nitin came out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Perhaps his good side had got the better of him. I rather thought so as I heard the shower run and a little while later out he came out clad in just a towel and carrying his clothes to his bedroom. His steps purposeful until he glanced -- well, how could he not -- towards Dharini's room and saw the sheet had come still further off. It was down so far that half of her dark bush was showing. There was more than a pause in his step - though he did carry on to his room. I had tried my best to tempt him and enjoy the amusement of seeing him play with the sleeping Dharini. Of course there was still my opportunity to play but I also wanted to see Nitin tempted and, in any case, why should I not be kind to him and give him what he had always wanted -- though possibly also guilty feelings thereafter... Guilty feelings starting when he met Aja and Dharini at breakfast! Perhaps he truly was strongly moral. I waited. Nitin's resolve did not last very long and he reappeared still in his towel but now it was different. There was a pronounced 'tenting' at the front -- he had been thinking no doubt and was certainly aroused. Again the tentative peak into Dharini's room but then he was in. Unsurprisingly his hand moved quite quickly to pull the sheet just a little further down so he could see all of her bush and that so enticing and inviting joining of the thighs. A bit of a pause and then he bent and kissed her curls. So sweet! A backing away. Was he done? Seemingly not. He just stood looking and then knelt down right by her and his lips went to her breasts. Every so often he would take a quick look at her face but went back to her breasts when he saw Dharini was still fast asleep. After a time I saw his cheeks move when he was at her breasts and realised what he was doing. The earlier spray of milk might well have prompted it but he cannot have been surprised at what happened. He had seen Dharini feeding Shravitha earlier after all. Of course he could take her milk and he was doing just that. What a naughty man! Perhaps I should have stayed on with Nitin; stayed on with him aware of me; stayed on so we could have played with Dahrini together. But would he have done so, had I been there? Would he have gone to bed with no more than a peep at the sleeping girl? Would he have been amenable to my suggestions to do more than look? What if I suddenly walked into the room and said, "Ah, ha, caught you Nitin." Nitin suddenly leaping up, perhaps milk on his lips, so shocked at being discovered; perhaps amusingly the towel around his waist coming undone as he leapt up and slipping to the floor leaving him not only caught in a lady's boudoir peeking at her nakedness and with her milk on his lips but displaying his manly arousal and intent to me. What would he say? What could he say? Would he be prepared to share? Would he carry on having gone this far but with me now joining him, me asking if I might take the other breast? What would I say? "Nice cock, Nitin. Big isn't it? Where are you thinking of putting that?" Tempting, but I was interested to see what he would do, how far he would go on his own. Would he go all the way? Where would his erection ultimately release its load as so clearly it was going to that evening -- even if just back in his own bed by his own hand. I thought that unlikely -- at the very least it was going to happen in Dharini's bedroom even if merely into Nitin's palm. So I did not reveal myself to Nitin though I did, out of time, settle down on the bed and draw Dharini's other nipple into my mouth and enjoy her milk for a time. I had not done that before -- shared feeding with another man! I could see what fun two men could have with a lactating girl. After a time, Nitin stood with a rather happy, I would say wistful smile on his face, looking down at Dharini. He bent and kissed her gently on the lips and then began backing away. Perhaps his intention was to leave her then, feeling he had done and enjoyed more than enough. I could not have that! With time stopped I moved in. Nitin was looking at her face so would not see the sudden movement or at least only out of the corner of his eye as her thighs were opened. Backing away Nitin suddenly stopped and what was so amusing was to see the tenting in his towel that had subsided somewhat just jerk back again. His head moved from looking at her face to what lay between her legs and then he slowly undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. A somewhat symbolic gesture perhaps; certainly it changed the dynamic; Nitin was now naked in the bedroom with Aja's wife; not only naked but with his fine brown, ready peeled, erection pointing towards Dharini's sex -- to be fair so was mine but from outside the bedroom! Certainly one of the two erections was going to go into Dharini's sex but would Nitin's as well? Nitin's erection was nothing for him to be ashamed of: though whether he would exactly have been happy to know I was watching him as he reached for it and began gently wanking is another matter. He had come a long way. He was now in Dharini's bedroom, looking down at her naked form - indeed naked with her - and wanking to the sight. If he had had sexual feelings for Dharini for all those years I wondered how much semen had perhaps come out of his knob as he had thought of her? For all I knew it could have been pints! I watched the gentle masturbation speed up and wondered if all Nitin would do would be to come over Dharini. No doubt a lovely thing for him to do but... Nitin snatched his hand away and stood there literally shuddering as his cock bounced a few times but nothing came out. Clearly he had brought himself almost to the brink but not quite. And then he moved closer to Dharini's sex, his hands actually easing the thighs a little further apart than I had done. Was this going to be it? But no -- his face was getting closer and closer. Well, of course, he had kissed her breasts, kissed her lips and now he was going to kiss, and probably a little more, her sex. It must have been just so wonderful for Nitin. I could not see what he was actually doing but there was a pause before he touched her, presumably taking in her scent or simply marvelling where he was, and then an undoubted kiss. He came up for a quick glance at her face and then he was down for a longer time. I rather guessed what he was doing! There was no let up in his hanging erection Again, up he came to see if Dharini had moved; to see if what he was doing to her most intimate area was having any effect. It seemed, though, Aja had been completely correct in his comment. Dharini did not so much as stir. Nitin stood and, again, there was a little wanking. I was getting impatient -- why did Nitin not get on and do the deed? His sudden turn towards the door, though, made me freeze time and hide. He grabbed his towel and walked to the door; I heard him go into his bedroom and shut the door. I shrugged my shoulders. Clearly despite all I had done his scruples had got the better of him leaving Dharini neither decorated nor inseminated. Well, that was not going to be the case. I had found Nitin's cautious playing with Dharini rather exciting, indeed rather titillating. The suspense had rather worked me up! Delightfully there was no need to stop time. There I was actually in Dharini's bedroom standing over her with my erection at the ready, just as Nitin had been and was about to touch her and make that special connection when I heard a noise. Aja or Nitin? From a new vantage point of the wardrobe I waited to see who it was. It was Nitin: clearly he had had second thoughts. His conscience no doubt powerfully overruled by the thing sticking up in front of him. This time there was no towel. He stood over her again, his face a picture of indecision. 'Go on,' I thought, 'just stick it in a bit to try. Then you can go to bed. You'll have felt and known you've done that.' But I knew once having gone that far he would inevitably go all the way. Temptation would be just too great. Yes, yes -- he was wetting his cock with his own saliva. He was going to try! Funny seeing Nitin crawling on top of Dharini but trying to keep his weight off her whilst positioning himself. The look on his face as he pushed at the girl and then the eyes widening as he knew he was actually just inside. He paused, clearly relishing the feel of his lodged knob. Would he now withdraw and go off to bed? I did not think so and I was right! His buttocks flexed and Nitin pushed further in before slowly letting himself down to lie on top of sleeping Dharini. Presumably fully inserted. He paused at that point no doubt to marvel at the feeling and the knowledge of just what he was doing: probably, as well, he was also so excited that he was again on the brink of coming. There he was, some six inches of his penis inside this girl he had so lusted after. Properly connected in the way of husband and wife, only he was not the husband: the husband was passed out downstairs. Timestopper Begins Ch. 31 And then the real fucking started. Nitin's hips moving, his erection sliding and him pushing hard against Dharini. Probably in his excitement all fear of waking her gone. And what if she did wake? Would he be able to withdraw and escape before she noticed; would she think it Aja (perhaps rather unlikely with the bedside light on); would there be the most awful scene? Not too funny perhaps. Probably better if instead of Dharini waking Aja wandered in unsteadily perhaps with the same thing in mind. Perhaps there would not be a 'scene' if Dharini was still out for the count. Aja might well have been offering Dharini to us earlier -- not simply the opportunity to watch. Would he take it in his stride? "My place, I think Nitin. You go second." A hurriedly withdrawn and a now standing Nitin (and still standing in the other sense) staring at Aja first in fear and then relief. The two friends soon naked and erect together looking down on the naked girl that they are about to jointly inseminate. Despite all the whisky Aja has indeed 'got it up.' But there was no sudden appearance of Aja at that moment, and no waking of Dharini. Nitin pushed away for a time and then all of a sudden tensed and then really rammed the girl. There were no prizes for spotting the act of insemination! Nitin lay still for a little while and then clambered off the bed and stood up. His fine, proud and brown erection no more. Rather than hurry from the room he stayed looking down at Dharini, perhaps unwilling to accept what had happened was now over. He stooped and kissed her on the lips and turned to go. A pause and then he turned back and very carefully knelt on the bed and brought his hanging penis right over Dharini's lips and then lowered himself so his knob was just brushing against those lips. How sweet (sort of) -- he was leaving a little of his semen on her lips, perhaps the last little oozing transferred from his wet knob to her mouth. There was then a noise. The sound of footsteps on the stairs. Did Nitin move quickly -- did he! I moved at a more leisurely pace out of time and from a partly opened door watched Nitin brilliantly pretending to come out of the bathroom. The exchange was not in English but there did not seem to be instant animosity on Aja's part. I think it was just talk about what a good day it had been, how Aja had fallen asleep and wishes for a good night. I was not sure what the sweeping gesture by Aja towards his bedroom meant. Was it simply indicating he was now going to bed; did it actually mean he was telling Nitin he was going to 'see to' his wife; was he inviting Nitin to come and watch or even join in? Whatever it was, Nitin clearly was saying good night, probably thankful Aja seemingly had not commented on how wet and recently used his cock looked or indeed made any reference to his complete nakedness. Aja had certainly seen Nitin's penis hanging there but perhaps it had just not registered in his rather befuddled mind. The door closed behind Aja. Of course I went in to look. I was interested to see if Aja decided to do his naughty thing with his sleeping wife. I almost wondered if Dharini would suddenly sit up as Aja asked, "well did he?" It could, just about, have been a set up job between the couple. But no, Dharini was truly asleep and Aja wasted no time at all in undressing and getting on top of his wife. His erection had come easily as I watched. There was no playing with her breasts, no slipping fingers between her thighs, no snuffling around with his mouth between her legs: he just got on top of her and began fucking away. No doubt entry made just so easy by Nitin's release; Aja too drunk to even wonder why Dharini was so slippery. The act did not take long. It was short and energetic on Aja's part, despite all the drink. The job done, he rolled sideways with a grin and was asleep and snoring before his erection had even subsided. Enter TSM stage left. My turn! I had a nice little time with the sleeping Dharini. So nice to enjoy her whilst she was moving rather than time frozen, even if it was simply the movement of her breathing rather than the enthusiastic joining in of the bout. Lovely to roll around with her and feel her heartbeat and her chest move. By the time I had finished Dharini was simply awash with semen. She would notice that all right in the morning or if the baby awoke in the night. It would be running down her inner thighs like a waterfall -- well, OK, not quite, it had only been three men after all, but certainly rivulets of the stuff! She turned in her sleep onto her side hiding her much used sex. It was time to go. Time to kiss Dharini good night -- in Nitin's sweet way with my limp penis -- and walk back home. But I heard the door handle. Returning to the wardrobe I watched Nitin slowly peak around the door and a smile came to his face as he saw Aja asleep and heard him snore. I was more than impressed to see him half erect again. His refraction period must be unusually short. Lucky him! Nitin came carefully across the bedroom and stood looking down on the couple. As he stood there, his hand reaching and lightly brushing against Dharini's skin he fully erected. His thoughts so obvious - he was thinking of doing it again! He actually picked up Aja's penis, pulled back the foreskin and inspected it. Was he seeing who had the larger cock or simply establishing if Aja had been using it with his wife? Well Aja had, and the way Nitin rubbed his fingers together showed he had found the sticky evidence! Putting it down Nittin got onto the bed positioning himself right behind Dharini. His intention obvious. He was going to play 'spoons' and enter her from the rear and he did just that. Certainly it was not going to be at all difficult for him to slip his penis in. It wasn't! He had a nice little gentle and long fuck against Dharini's bottom as Aka snored away inches from him. He seemed, this time, in no hurry at all. Nitin had a nice little fondle of her breasts, but what was interesting and a little unusual was how his hand came back to Aja's penis. Nitin was definitely fondling it, lifting it up in the air and drawing the foreskin back and forth whilst steadily fucking Aja's wife from behind. He seemed be trying to make it erect or at least holding it up as if it was. It was most surprising. His movements particularly pronounced when he was obviously coming in Dharini. Real wanking movement - foreskin back and forth, Aja's knob appearing and disappearing at speed. Did this mean some bi-sexual interest on Nitin's part or, as I rather suspected, he was living out a bit of a fantasy. A power fantasy over Aja. My theory was Nitin was imagining Aja had got onto bed with every intention of fucking Dharini but had dropped off to sleep whilst still erect. Nitin was now revelling in the fact he was actually fucking Dharini right in front of Aja and imagining, whilst he did that, that he was making Aja come whilst he, Nitin, was actually ejaculating inside her. Nitin doing the proper thing whilst Dharini's husband's semen merely splashed ineffectually onto his stomach not by her action but Nitin's. What a feeling of power and superiority - albeit temporary! Once again Nitin stood by the bed, patted Dharini one more time, lifted his penis to her lips and headed for the door. Perhaps he would visit again during the night but I was not going to be there to see it. He was staying another day so perhaps, just perhaps, he might try it again the next night but he would have to watch out for Aja. There was no indication Aja slept as soundly as Dharini - without the whisky anyway! Time for TSM to walk home. Unlike Nitin I was not up for another 'go' at Dharini, available as she was. What an enjoyable day! Pity though that Dharini was developing a less than soft spot for me. I had a very soft spot for her. Timestopper Begins Ch. 32 Chapter 32 - Old Bill I would not want you to think I had gone completely self centred and heartless. After all, had I not just helped my new friend Nitin achieve his most secret and dark desire? I did, though, seem to be upsetting quite a few of my friends but I was having a whale of a time so could not see it mattered. Months before I had done something I was really proud of; I had actually used my time stop abilities to help someone. Yes, a bit like my early super heroing idea - but (certainly) without the costume. I had been incensed; I think a lot of colleagues had: we all liked old Bill, old Bill Campion. 'Old' is a bit relative but perhaps he looked older than he was. He was nearly bald and 58. Lovely man with a great sense of humour. His hobby was Amateur Dramatics. We all liked him and that went for the young girls as well. He was a bit old school and a bit free with the what might be called 'sexist' jokes and comments and he was certainly 'touchy feely.' To be fair he was with absolutely everyone not just the young girls. A hand on the shoulder, a readiness to touch. I rather think at the odd office party his hands could get a bit 'wandering' but, well, that was old Bill and it was clear he wouldn't hurt a fly. Such behaviour, though, does not fit the modern office and it certainly did not fit into Ms. Sara Bray's view of the modern office. I don't think he touched her breasts but he might well have patted her bottom. Anyway old Bill was out on his ear. HR, now staffed by very similar young ladies to Sara and modern men compliant with the new code, had no compunction in dismissing him. He was not quite a broken man but it had not been his plan to retire and he took it hard. He was not the only one in the office to take it badly but there was someone there who could do something about it and that was me. TS Man could do a remarkable lot. I had Ms. Sara Bray in my sights and I do not at all simply mean slipping into her house and giving her a jolly good out of time rogering or a very sore (by which I mean well buggered) bottom. That would have been easy. No Ms. Sara needed teaching a lesson. A lesson she would very much know she was learning. I began keeping a very close eye on her. I think she noticed. She certainly noticed the coolness around our floor about her. But perhaps she was too thick skinned or had her eyes set on higher things. What started becoming clear was Sara, despite her professed abhorrence of women being treated as sex objects, of banter and innuendo, was perfectly happy to use her femininity to advantage when it suited her. When she wanted to, she dressed to achieve an object and it became clear to me, though not to other colleagues it seemed, that her sights were set high. She was after advancement and was going to get it. First Bill's job. It was strange how that happened almost overnight. But not so strange when I realised who she was sometimes sleeping with! No, not just Alan Seasons; she had gone one or two better. No, not just the immediate manager but the MD. She was doing the age old thing of sleeping her way to promotion and advancement - well not so much sleeping as... It did not exactly tie in with her carefully cultivated feminist image; nor did that lacy lingerie and schoolgirl outfit she wore for the MD that weekend in Shropshire. What fun they had had in that little thatched cottage and what an interesting set of photographs I had of her - and him. It had not been easy keeping out of sight, even with my abilities, and taking photographs, but there was no question whatsoever when you looked at the set of photographs what had been going on! A nuisance a camera does not work out of time but the rather expensive and silent camera (I had borrowed from a shop window - I did put it back!) did the trick whilst time flowed. But it was not at all easy. Easiest was actually the in bed shots of them asleep. Easy to wait until they were fast asleep, draw back the covers and use the flash. It did not wake them. Nor did it wake them when I carefully moved her hand to hold the MD's clearly recently well exercised penis! Quite a tender little photograph really. The pretty and naked girl with her hand lightly closed around the older man's penis as they slept. A useful set of photographs. Compromising? Rather more than that! What would her boy friend think of them? Not a lot - but the important question was what would Ms. Bray think of them? I could easily imagine her saying, "Go on, show him, I don't care." I rather suspected the boyfriend was a means to an end too. Undoubtedly the photographs could be useful with the MD but I had no wish really to involve him in the plan - except perhaps as a last resort. But I had rather more on Ms. Sara than the photographs and I knew that was all going to prove so useful. I had been over Sara's flat. Had gone over it very carefully for evidence. She would find nothing amiss. I had not obviously ransacked it. I had read her private papers and knew her degree was not quite what she had told the company; knew her previous employments were not quite what she had told the interviewers, knew certain typed letters whilst undoubtedly on particular company headed paper were not authorised in the way they appeared to be. I knew a surprising amount about Sara. I rather knew her moral high ground with poor old Bill Campion was very much an act. I did not like the way she operated. It was time for Sara Bray's lesson, it was time for her to make amends with Bill Campion. "Sara, could I have a word with you?" "Why?" A bit abrupt. "I really to need to speak to you - in private." She was not pleased; clearly not at all pleased that I had interrupted what she was doing: she was a lot less pleased when she left the empty meeting room we had borrowed; her look a lot more pensive, a lot less arrogant - a lot more worried. I had explained in no uncertain terms how unhappy both her colleagues and myself had been with her actions towards Bill. She had said with a flick of her hair that she did not care and he deserved what he had coming to him. I smiled and then had set out in some detail what I knew about her, point after point. To watch the steady collapse of her former disdain was a delight. Her face on seeing the photographs such a picture. She had tried to recover a bit: "And so, so what are you going to do about it." A trifle dismissive, a trifle challenging. "It's rather more what you are going to do." "And what is that - say sorry!" Not at all nice the way she had said those last two words. "No, rather more. You are going to spend a weekend as Bill's sex slave." "What!" "You heard me. Assuming he would like that, you will freely offer to spend a weekend..." "Fuck you, no..." "Two weekends as Bill's sex slave doing anything - and I mean anything - he wants you to do. I don't know, it might be simple fucking, I'm sure it'll be sucking but he might want you to dress up as a French maid or something, perhaps as a schoolgirl - you have the outfit after all, perhaps in lacy lingerie. He might have a penchant for bottoms and want to spend the two weekends sticking things up your arse. I don't know - bananas, dildos and cucumbers even - they'll be nice and cool - or even his dick! It might be spanking - you might find it difficult sitting down on the Monday - I mean Mondays!" "No!" "Yes, I rather think!" And it was 'yes,' there really was nothing she could do to prevent it. "And you are to be nice to Bill, contrite and willing. I want a good report from Bill or..." Her eyes widened. "... there will be further punishment." "Fuck you!" "Well, I hadn't been thinking of that but, yes, why not that as well?" Sara glared at me. It was just getting worse and worse for her. Everything nasty she said I just added to the amends she would need to make. "Two weekends and that will be it?" She was weighing up the options. "Yes - if Bill is happy." "That's it?" "Apart from the offered fuck with me." "I don't want to fuck you." "That's not the point is it? I think we'll make it that until your two weekends with Bill are up I have free access to your body for all purposes and you will enjoy it - or pretend to enjoy what we do. Have we a deal?" "You bastard!" "You've not exactly been the legitimate thing yourself. Shall I mention that degree?" "What!" Another revelation; another thing I knew about her. She was just so defeated! "Fuck you, yes!" "Sara - I don't think just now but perhaps tonight? We could sleep together and you could make me breakfast in the morning. I'd like watching you cooking in just an apron." The reality of what she was going to have to do was seeping in. "Not tonight I already..." "Tomorrow, after we've seen Bill?" "Oh, yes I suppose. Can I go now?" "When you've swallowed my cum." "What? What do you mean? Oh..." "We'll seal our little pact with a blow job and, I think, a little grope." "No. I mean someone might come." "Yes - that's the idea - me!" "No, someone else might come." "Old Bill, I hope, soon enough!" "Don't be so fucking smug. Someone might come into the room." "Then put the engaged sign up and open up your blouse for my inspection." Wonderful. Through the power of time stop I had Sara in my power to do with as I wished. Not just out of time but in time. It gave me an unexpected thrill. Lovely to see my co-worker start undoing the buttons of her white blouse; a hesitant pause as the white brassiere came into view. "Well, show me." Such a face from her. As well there might be. Being required by a colleague to unbutton your blouse for his inspection! So nice getting her to bring her breasts out into the open and present them to me. Her glaring at me as she reached behind and undid the bra clasp and then lifted it out of the way. A visible first surrender on her part. "Offer them to me." She had to take them both in her hand and lift them upwards as if offering them; indeed she pushed them towards me. It must have been so strange for her: getting her breasts out in the office and pushing them towards a colleague. And I leant forward and gently sucked each nipple -- oh yes I did! Just like that with her simply sitting there in a meeting room, one after the other. I moved my chair. It was obvious I was moving it to give her access. "Get it out then. I don't expect there's much to see." Her voice contemptuous. Sara still trying to get the upper hand. Difficult really, with her blouse undone and her breasts on show. I smiled, "I'm afraid not; but at least it makes deep throating so easy for you! But no, I shan't get it out - you get it out." Of course she had to kneel -- I insisted - and of course as she leant forward to undo my fly my hands went to her breasts - it was 'the grope.' Lovely to feel my fly being undone and Sara fumbling away trying to extract my penis and then bring it out into the open. It was there exposed right in front of her. She looked at it with displeasure. Unfairly, I thought, it was not a bad looking specimen as they go. It was firm enough. She would perhaps have had something to complain about had it been lying there all limp. It would certainly have been less than a compliment to her sexual allure. Perhaps it would have been better if I had shown her that she did not really excite my desire very much: but of course she did! "You need to work it first." "I fucking well know what to do." I was sure she did. It was good, of course, seeing her hand reach and take hold. She worked it. Always nice to have a pretty girl exercising your cock. I stood, "Right Sara, no biting or anything or you'll be fucking all the men in the office night after night - or lose your job. Got it? Now open up and here it comes." A delightful extra strengthening in my erection as I revelled in my power over Sara. Nice to see her lips open, the slight stickiness of her lipstick making them hold momentarily together before parting, and then to push in through her compliant and 'live' lips. Not the frozen in time mouth, albeit a hot and wet one, but a moving mouth complete with tongue, anything but still. Lovely to push in and out in a fucking motion. "Sorry it's not very big, Sara, but as I said it, means taking it deep is not a difficulty for YOU." My hand was all of a sudden on the back of her head and I pushed her all the way down - all the way down my respectable six incher! It was a firm push -- yes, a firm push down on my firmness! Down she went! Cough, splutter, choke and drool down her chin as I released her. Her poise and charm suddenly a little upset. The lipstick smudged. "Fuck - not like that! Nobody..." "So, not so small?" "No." She had got the message. I sat back down in the chair. "Well then, I'll just leave you to get on and finish the job." Apart from fondling - yeah 'groping' - Sara's breasts I did leave her to do all the work. Steady regular movements of her lips up and down my cock as her tongue tickled away at my fraenum. She knew what she was doing all right and wanted to get it over with quickly. "Do you like to swallow?" I was making conversation. It would slow her down. She couldn't talk with her mouth full! "Can't imagine it will make any difference what I like," "Nope. But do you like?" "My own business, what I like." Whether or not she liked did not matter to me - as she well knew! Her tongue flicked wetly around my knob. She was doing all the right things but hardly with an expression of ecstatic happiness! She very clearly wanted to get it all over with. It was indeed fairly quick! I did not hold the back of her head down as I came and did not push her right down as I spurted into her mouth: rather I just let it happen. No warning, no bucking of my hips so show I was about to release, I just felt the sensation build up to the point of ejaculation and off it went. No need for her to have warning but it did not faze her. Lovely to feel her lips sliding and her tongue continue working as my glands just pumped my stuff into her mouth. She was, I rather realised, used to that. Lovely! She stood rather quickly, her tongue licking her mouth as she rearranged her clothing whilst looking at me with undisguised dislike; my half erect cock still sticking out of my trousers. "I'll pick you up from your house at seven thirty tomorrow," I said. "You know where I live?" "Of course. I know everything about you. Remember?" She glared and left the meeting room with not another word. We did not just turn up on Old Bill unannounced. I had paved the way. I had been to see Old Bill with an interesting proposition for him. He had been pleased to see me; delighted a work colleague had come to visit well after the initial upset; insisted I have tea and cake and was then dumbfounded, disbelieving and not at all sure what to say when I outlined what was being offered to him. As I'd rather suspected his mild 'sexist' jokes, his touchy feeliness and his sense of humour actually hid a rather shy, lonely man who would not really say 'boo' to a goose much less do anything really inappropriate with a woman. "You say Sara is sorry and wants to make it up to me - like that?" "Would you like that?" "I... I, she's a very pretty girl. A whole weekend?" "Two!" "What will I do with her?" Huh! "Bill! Anything you like, anything! She likes being spanked; she likes dressing up as a schoolgirl; she's got some marvellous lingerie; she likes sucking a lot and of course fucking!" "I could bathe her couldn't I?" "Yes! Get in with her as well, you could fuck her in the bath!" Funnily enough Bill proved agreeable to the suggestion! I collected Sara having advised her to bring a few extra things - yes, the lingerie and the school uniform. I told her not to at all show any reluctance or lack of contrition as I would be seeking a report on her behaviour from Bill. Transgression meant further punishment, perhaps more activity with me, perhaps with yet another colleague; after all, I pointed out, she had been very friendly with, Alan Seasons and the MD - indeed I listed what she had done! Bill and I simply added to the list: so why not make it longer still! A ring on his doorbell and the door slowly opening to Bill's disbelieving face. He could not really believe what I had suggested was going to come true. Seeing Sara with me and with her suitcase in my hand almost unnerved him. "W...won't you come in. Err, hallo Sara." "Good evening, Mr Campion." Oh, yes, she had got the relative position of them absolutely right. She was to be respectful. We sat, somewhat uncomfortably with mugs of coffee. Bill not quite sure what to say; Sara no doubt truly horrified at what she was having to do but trying to smile and be pleasant. We had not got around to the real reason for the visit. We were just talking. It was time to broach the subject. "Sara, I think you have something to say to Bill." It was so nice talking to her as if she was a naughty schoolgirl. "I think it would be best said without wearing your clothes." She had not undressed for me; she had certainly not undressed in front of Bill before. For her this was the real thing, the real start of her punishment. Blowing me had not really been so hard (unlike me at the time!) "Oh!" 'Oh,' indeed! "Stand up, then." Lovely to watch Tall Sara having to take her clothes off in front of two men; not strangers but certainly not in the context of a bedroom liaison; it was clear she did not like it but was compliant! There was nothing else she could do. The first item, the jacket, had considerable appeal to us both. Bill was swallowing hard and it was, on the face of it, nothing more than Sara might do on a hot day. It was rather more because he knew she was not going to stop there. And she did not! Bill was almost open mouthed as she got down to her underwear. It did not actually take that long. A dress does not take long to remove. The dress was a black on white, vee necked number with the black forming a series of interlinked flowers; short sleeved and with a black cloth tie around her waist. All very nice and no doubt expensive as were the black, heavily strapped shoes - high heels with a quite complicated strapping arrangement around the ankles. "Bill, do you like your women shaved or unshaven?" His eyes did not leave the girl. Sara had got the message - she paused not revealing her take on the question. "I... err... either but, um, a preference for the...err... shaved." "Well, judging by that mounding in her panties I'd say you can have some fun later in the weekend with the razor!" Bill's tongue licked his lips. "Yes... um... if Sara wouldn't mind I..." "Sara won't mind." Her look at me said otherwise! "Well Bill, is this a better view of Sara?" Two men sitting side by side on a settee watching a pretty girl strip. What a fine way it would be to spend an evening: first watching, then touching and then playing. I was rather tempted to stay but whilst I might have no objection to jointly playing with the girl, Bill might well prefer to play with her on his own! I don't think I've described Sara. She has long fair hair usually worn swept back from her forehead and tied behind; pale of skin and with quite a wide mouth; high cheekbones but not a narrow face; a shapely body with no unnecessary fat and a neatly tucked in tummy button. Does that give somewhat of the picture? She was standing there with her left leg a little forward, looking cross - as well she might. Two men were discussing her attributes as farmers might at a cattle auction! It was certainly time to inspect the 'udders!' "Your bra please, Sara." Pristine white bra and panties - expensive and lacy. Sara reached behind her Timestopper Begins Ch. 32 Well I'd seen, and groped, both of them before but Bill certainly hadn't! They were as full as I remembered. His breathing certainly speeded up. "And I can..." "Whatever you like, Bill. That's right isn't it Sara? You can fondle away, suck, drizzle baby oil all over them and cum between them as much as you like. Have her lick it all up afterwards. Isn't that right, Sara?" A pause but nonetheless a "yes." "Make them bounce a bit, jump up and down." The control I had was a delight. To be able to make this arrogant girl jump so her boobs bounced was such a pleasure. A very tentative little bounce but I had her do more than that. My cock was straining in my trousers at the sight and, I was certain, so was Bill's! "Go on, throw the bra to Bill so he can feel how warm it is. I expect he'll want to dress you in the mornings after bathing you - if he wants, that is, you dressed at all this weekend!" Compliance - and Bill caught the bra. "Sara I think the usual thing is to turn away as you slip your panties down and tantalise the audience with your pretty bottom before turning back for the final reveal." Another glare but she was under control - she had no option! We really should have had 'The Stripper' on the CD player - the David Rose number. Sara turned away as she slipped her panties down her fine rounded bottom. Nice little dimples at the top, the interesting divide and the two mounds of her buttocks - no hint of sag there. Sara bent to pick up the panties; perhaps she was not thinking but with her bottom towards us as she bent her cheeks opened a little giving Bill and myself a fairly clear view of her little brown rosebud. I looked at Bill, he looked at me as I raised a quizzical eyebrow; Bill shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He got the implication. Would he or wouldn't he? He had all weekend! Lovely to watch Sara turning and then, there before us, was the promised hair; her mons nicely covered with tight little fair curls; tidied a little I thought but basically natural - my favourite, though not Bill's apparently. It did sound as if the shaving cream would be spread later in the weekend! "Come closer, Sara, closer." Standing right up to our knees this previously haughty girl was now exposed to our lascivious gazes. A sex object? Absolutely. That was her function for the weekend! "Go on Bill, touch, stroke!" I meant her fur - and he got the message. Tentatively his hand reached out and his fingers stroked the fine hairs. Nice to see his forefinger gently fingering her slit. He turned and looked at me. "Well," I said, standing and patting Sara's bottom, "I think I'd better be going. Two's company, three's a crowd." Nice, though it might have been, joining with Bill in using Sara for the next couple of hours! I rather suspected Bill would rather be private - with Sara. I was on the doorstep. "Remember, Bill, Sara has a limitless capacity to take your spunk but you've got a limited capacity to give. Use your spunk - your ejaculations, wisely!" Sound, if a little pompous and peculiar advice, but it made him smile. He knew exactly what I meant. He winked, "Actually," he said, "I've been without a woman for a long time so I, err, have rather been restricted to my own, um, hand, if you take my drift and, you know, last year I managed on one Saturday, just to see, how should I put it, ten, um - you know - in the day." "No! Ten?" "Mmmm - really! There's a bit of life in the old dog you know!" The door closed. Well, it did look as if Sara was in for a busy time - and a lot of spunk! Of course I wondered how Bill was getting on but, somehow, it just did not quite seem the thing to go and look. I would have my own time with Sara later: there was no need to go and play the time stop voyeur or join in. I would find out soon enough on Monday whilst on the way to work when I popped in to see Old Bill. If he had not taken full advantage of the situation then that was his own fault: if Sara had not been as compliant or as pleasant as required, well then, that could be dealt with. Monday came. "How are things then?" "Oh fair to middlin' you know!" "So, was Sara a good girl?" "I have no complaints. I feel, how shall I put it, a lot better disposed towards her now. And, another weekend you say?" "Yep." "I'd better do some planning then!" Sara looked tired when I saw her. "He's like a fucking rabbit. After the first time he went and made me a cup of tea but when he came back with the tea pot he was hard again - really! I mean, standing there in the doorway with his... as upstanding as the tea pot spout! I thought it was all over for the evening shortly after you left. I mean he did not actually take very long to... in fact we were still on the sofa but after tea he, well, um, it was like we did in the office. And then later that evening... Yeah, well! When he drove me home on Sunday evening - after an energetic morning and afternoon I thought it was over but no. Before I got out of the car he had me blow him once more - yeah, there and then - and he came. He actually managed it again. I walked back into my flat still with the taste of his cum in my mouth and we'd only just fucked in his hallway on the way out! And I've got to do this all again?" "And did you come? Did he look after you?" "Oh well, yeah. He's such a considerate guy - really. Insisted. I mean how can a guy insist a girl comes? But he did. Considerate - I mean, I've never had a guy spend so long with his face between my legs! But, he's not exactly my type." No, I thought, not someone helping you up the ladder. Nor was I! She looked at me, "Can't we just call it done now?" "No. One more weekend with Bill or two if you like?" "NO!" "And remember I have free access to your body until you have that second weekend." "Oh fuck, yes, I remember." "Fuck indeed! So which weekend then? Have you arranged with Bill?" "I... I can't make the next two, I've promised..." "No matter, Bill will have to enjoy the anticipation but that is all to my advantage. Which evenings are free? Get your diary out and let's compare." "Oh no!" "Oh yes!" It looked like at least three weeks of in time sex with a compliant girl - and it was! And Bill was not the only one to walk straight back into the bedroom with a teapot and a firm erection straight after cumming. Mind you, unlike Bill, I had spent almost two hours of non-time building up my 'energy' again but Sara was not to know that! It was a matter of pride, you understand. Three weeks and I made the most of it. When she was not with Bill then, well, it rather seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. It meant I rather left Dharini, Cindy, Amanda and Emily alone -- to say nothing of anyone else -- but it seemed a pity not to make 'use.' Of course all this with Bill and me interfered terribly with her plans -- her using of other men to get 'on.' And it was, of course, amusing to interfere by turning up unexpectedly. I knew she was going out for an evening with the MD. A long arranged date. He was taking her to the opera, no less. I even knew (though she had not told me but her diary was clear) that he was picking her up at 6.30pm. At 6.20pm I was ringing her doorbell. "You! You know I can't; not tonight as..." "I know, but I got myself so worked up. I just had to come... I mean I've got to come. Just a quickie!" Her face a picture. She was absolutely done up to the nines. Long evening gown, hair very carefully coiffured, her face made up with some careful application to make those high cheekbones even finer, a little clutch bag in her hand. She was waiting at the door ready to go. "Look I won't mess you up or anything. Look lean over that table and I'll raise your dress." "No!" "Yes!" She had no option really. With such resignation she leant against the hall table. So nice for me to raise her gown, all rustling, up and onto her shoulders revealing some very expensive and lacy white underwear including suspender belt and stockings. It was clear what the MD liked! Down and off came the panties. "Hurry up!" A touch of hand to the inside of her thighs to get her to 'spread.' She looked marvellous like that. Her buttocks so perfectly shaped and with her leaning forward, to say nothing of the angle given to them by the high heels, it made them look more than inviting. Sara did not see me undress but I preferred to be like that rather than just having the old JT sticking out of my fly. She did not notice, of course, my little bit of time stop to check out of the door that the MD was not yet arriving or, indeed, to carefully lubricate myself with some olive oil from her kitchen. A glance at the hall mirror. What a sight! Sara in the background with her gown tucked up and her bottom revealed. The spread cheeks and all the lingerie making her look such a picture of eroticism -- a wonderfully framed bottom. And, in the foreground, me with such a gleaming erection -- the olive oil making it shine, you see. The obvious association of the aroused male close to and together with the readied female worked just so well. A 'grouping' if you like. And being in time I could take the photograph! I mean, had I had the camera I could have taken the picture - that is a first requirement - though, actually, me holding the camera would have spoilt the image because it would have been in the picture. But not, I realised, if I balanced it on something out of shot and used the timer. But that still required me to have the camera. My camera was in the car. I did go and get it out of time. So strange walking in the street in broad daylight naked and still somewhat erect. You see I just grabbed the car keys and popped out. I did set up the picture but I did not use the timer. There was no need. I could be the timer! I simply depressed the shutter button out of time but, of course, nothing happened - then. I posed myself (ensuring I was suitably and oily erect again -- the oil really improved my erection's visual appearance you know. Honest!) and let time flow long enough for the shutter to click. And then I did it again and indeed a third time to ensure I had a good picture. Camera tidied away with my clothes, I approached Sara and switched time on again. "Ready?" "Get on with it." She had no knowledge of the camera or my interesting pictures So nice to apply myself, so nice to slide my penis under that bottom and then up; my well-oiled cock making good and satisfactory progress. Fully embedded with my thighs against her bottom I reached forward and extracted her breasts from her gown. "Leave them alone. Just get on with the fuck." Lovely to play with them whilst so still but so fully inside Sara. The lack of movement infuriating to Sara. She fumed and made impatient noises. "Come on, get fucking, you've got to cum quickly so I can get cleaned up and ready again. Go on fuck me!" I, of course, did just that but there was no way I was going to come until there was a ring on the doorbell. Oh no, most certainly not. And whilst to Sara I gave every impression of trying to come quickly. Yes, really banging away, my testes swinging like a bull in a field. She, of course, completely missed all my time stop pauses. Sufficient pauses to delay orgasm and to disengage and check whether the MD's Jag. had yet pulled up. "Hurry. What's wrong with you? Fucking cum! What is it about the word 'quickie' you don't understand?" "It's all right, I'm, I'm just abou..." A deep sigh. The doorbell rang perfectly on cue (well, I had seen the MD walking from his car). "No! No! Stop! Not now!" But I was - most definitely. There was Sara, bent over the hall table, her gown all lifted up showing her suspender belt clad bottom and, between her bottom cheeks, a hard male organ was slamming away -- hopefully the MD could not hear the slapping sounds through the door -- whilst inside Sara it was merrily spurting away. She was wriggling and trying to get away but I held her until I had finished. She was furious at me. So funny seeing her smoothing down her gown, looking in the hall mirror to see she looked presentable but then finding her boobs hanging out! Impatiently she motioned me to stand so I was hidden behind the door as she opened it. "Hallo John, so good to see you." Suddenly she was all smiles, her voice treacle. Just a sharp glance at me behind the door. Naked and still erect -- indeed dribbling semen. If the MD had come in and seen that! I heard her kiss him as she very firmly pulled the door behind her. I turned to the mirror and watched the old JT as it subsided. Perhaps it should have been a blow job after all, I mused. It would have been just so funny her kissing the MD with my stuff on her lips and knowing it was in her mouth! Amusing enough, though, to think of her at the opera. Sitting there all elegance and poise yet knowing she was panty less -- she had not had time to grab them -- and feeling all gooey and fucked. The MD would certainly find her all slippery if he was too keen to get at her after the opera! Timestopper Begins Ch. 33 Cindy in the park Picture the scene. A lonely heath and a young man sitting all alone on a wooden bench with his head in his hands. Around him the wind blows gusting leaves into the air. In the distance dark clouds mass as if for a thunderstorm. Things had gone so wrong. So terribly wrong. I felt so despondent, and at the same time so furious with myself. Why had I been so foolish? So arrogant really? I looked up at the sky and thought that I really did not care if the thunderstorm came and snatched away my special ability - my power to stop time at will. It would be better that way. What had happened? Well, perhaps you had seen it coming, seen how carried away I had become, how I was getting more daring, more careless and uncaring with my friends. Was now not so much living in Croydon as 'sent to Coventry' by the office . Friends hardly speaking to me - that was no fun at all - and somehow, subtly, it seemed as if it was spreading. I was going to have to change jobs, perhaps even move house myself and go to a different town. And it had all been so pleasant not so many months before. Me delighting in both the friendship and the surreptitious out of time sex. I could have kept both had I not been so foolish, arrogant, so sure it did not matter - did not matter when they, my friends, noticed odd things happening when I was around. It did matter - it mattered a lot and I was reaping what I had sowed big time. My head dropped again into my hands as a distant roll of thunder came to my ears. I was going to get soaked but I did not care. Friendship and companionship are so important, so absolutely essential: plentiful sex is indeed good but not in the same league. What a fool I had been. My thoughts travelled back in time a few weeks, reviewing what I had done. Going over it again and again in my mind. Good things and bad things. What had I done? What had I done? What had happened with Cindy? Ha! I had certainly overdone that. It had seemingly started so well – the contrast between the happy companionship on a day out and what came not long after. First that happy sunny day when Cindy had said she and Carson were taking Katy for a walk in the park and going to have a picnic. Would I like to come? Such a joyful little scene. The spread cloth on the ground. Things I had brought along as well as Cindy's collection of picnic fare. Katy rolling around giggling as we all talked. Around us children playing with balls and Frisbees being thrown. Cindy not the only young mother in the park - hardly! There were plenty of prams and buggies being pushed around; sometimes by the mother, sometimes by the presumed father. Happy little scenes. Young mothers, breast feeding on park benches or, as Cindy had, sitting cross legged on the ground, dress flowing around her. My lovely neighbour sitting, looking more than fine in her cotton dress and light brown strappy sandals. Not the tallest of girls but well proportioned and with those full breasts I was so enamoured of, pushing at the light cotton. For once her dark hair tied up - cooler I suspected - leaving just the odd stray hair hanging down around her exposed neck. A particularly pretty girl walked past, very clearly pregnant and hand in hand with a young man. I watched them. I liked her big straw sun hat and long, curling black hair. I liked her figure actually. An attractive girl - well worth watching. "I think she's taken," said Cindy. "Huh? What?" "You've been watching the girls." "Um, err, perhaps..." She had very clearly seen where my attention had been! "Why haven't you got a girlfriend? You're not exactly an unattractive boy; is he, Carson?" "Wouldn't know! No idea. Shouldn't have thought so!" Typical male comments of course. "Well, I think so. Why haven't you?" I could hardly tell her the real reason. "I was disappointed in love," I said, trying to be a bit unspecific and a bit mysterious. "Yes, we remember all of that, but it was months and months ago. Do you want me to fix you up with a date?" Did I? Having a 'relationship' is not just about sex. By no means is it just about sex. Companionship, understanding, support and just enjoying being in each other's company. I, though, was revelling in the sex! I had my friends including Carson and Cindy. Did I need a 'significant other?' I could certainly see it cramping my style - particularly if we ended up living together. Unexplained absences would not cement the relationship. Perhaps I might even feel I should not be 'playing away.' It not being so much a matter of practicalities as my own feelings rather than ethics stopping my time stop fun. "Um, I don't know. I'll, I'll think about it." "It'd stop you lusting after girls in the park!" It was Cindy speaking as I watched Carson's eyes following the pretty pregnant girl walking hand in hand with her man. "Perhaps," I laughed but knew very well men were not like that at all! Knew that Carson was mentally undressing the pregnant girl in his mind even whilst holding his wife's hand. It would have been so nice to be able to stop time not just for me but for my friend, Carson, as well. Imagine it - and I did. My mind wandering off into a little daydream about Carson and me having fun together: "Hey what's happened?" "I've just stopped time. Come on, let's go and inspect that girl." The two of us - in my imagination - standing up and me leading a very puzzled Carson across the grass. "But, but, she's not moving." "No, no. Nobody is except us. Think of this as a dream. You can do what you like. Shall we have a peek at this girl or is there another you'd rather fuck?" "Fuck?" "Yeah, why not? It's just a dream." Carson looking around. "I..." "Come on, let's take her dress off. You do it. She won't move." A nice idea encouraging Carson, telling him what to do; getting him to undo buttons; getting him to ease the dress down her body; showing him how to carefully move her fingers to disengage them from her boyfriend's hand so the dress can be taken to the floor. Not happening for real, of course, but just a daydream in my mind. "Nice lingerie." The sort of thing I tend normally to say to myself whilst time is stopped. The silence can be a bit unnerving Pleasing to see Carson licking his lips but almost constantly looking around to see if anyone else was moving; glances in Cindy's direction to see if disapproval was showing on her face and puzzlement at how the boyfriend was doing nothing. "Err, yes. I like white. What now?" "Her bra does rather obscure..." "Yes." The bra unclipped and pulled away from a charming pair of breasts. Us men now able to inspect. Not actually that big but no doubt bigger already than before the pregnancy, complete with little nipples and areolae - well they would grow! "After you." The invitation obvious! Nice watching the tentative touching by my friend and then a more serious groping. Still the looking around. "Aren't they lovely; so round and, and, she does not even move whilst I do this." Tweaking nipples is so fun! "My turn," I would probably say and have my own feel. "Shall we get undressed now or after the panties have come off?" "Undressed? In the park!" "Easier to... you know. Trousers and pants certainly; but I prefer fully naked. Personal preference - and you?" "But what if she starts moving - if they start moving?" "They won't. Trust me!" What fun! Two 'big' boys playing together in the park - playing with the girls! Carson amusingly shy about bringing himself out into the open in front of me - little realising how familiar I was with his genitalia - but following my lead. Two piles of clothes on a nearby park bench. "Now for the panties. Shall we do this together?" Nice sharing the revealing, each either side with fingers in the waistband as we ease the white material down, making all sorts of very personal comments about her pubes and buttocks. Then standing back together and admiring the naked girl and the pretty and very pronounced swell of her tummy over the pleasing vee of hair - delightfully springy to the touch. It would be good to talk. Appraise the girl; comment on how she was obviously not a virgin; moreover clearly fertile - as we could both very clearly see; mention to each other she was evidently not unused to the insertion of a penis and the placing of semen; speculate whether her libido had increased on account of her pregnancy and wonder quite what she and her man might have been doing when conception occurred - perhaps missionary, perhaps not. "Well shall we?" Pleasing to imagine us advancing, two naked men with erections at the ready and me arranging the girl for Carson. With her large tummy it would have to be doggy style but what could be more appropriate for the great outdoors - the way of the animals! The girl with legs now well spread and me supporting her; my erection in her face as I hold her up by my hands under her chest - yes, hands over her breasts. Carson advancing between her legs... "Are you still with us?" I had been off in a bit of a daydream! Broken by Cindy's enquiry. "Oh, yeah, sorry!" Hopefully neither Cindy nor Carson had noticed the swelling in my trousers! But again my daydreaming. Imagine if she had noticed and then mentioned it. "See what I mean - you need a girlfriend to deal with that!" Carson and Cindy both looking right at my hidden erection in my imagination. "Oh dear, you poor thing. Let me sort it, for now." Cindy reaching, unzipping and bringing my erection right out into the open and then bending down and fellating me as Carson watched, smiling and nodding encouragingly. "You can come if you like." A suitable gasp and groan from me and then Cindy bringing her head up and licking her lips. "Mmmm, nice. A bit of an appetiser!" A giggle. "Well, how about a spot of lunch?" At least the latter words were exactly what Cindy said, bringing me back to reality, and we sat on the spread blanket enjoying a very nice lunch indeed. Unhurried and peaceful - not least because Katy was asleep in her pram - all very enjoyable but with absolutely no fellatio at all! "Milk with your coffee?" Cindy had a Thermos with her. That so old fashioned but so practical way of bringing along hot or cold drinks on a picnic. Wisely the milk was not ready mixed as that always gives a somewhat 'canned' taste to the coffee. Much better freshly added. You can, I am sure imagine, what was coming! The milk in my coffee was going to be very fresh! I did catch a frown from Carson as my mug of coffee seemed to have become milky without me even picking up the milk bottle. He sort of shook his head as if thinking he had just not seen me do that and poured the milk into his own mug. What, of course, had happened was I had borrowed some of Cindy's real girl milk, Neither were looking at me as I stopped time. There we were, all seated on the picnic rug, but just with me moving. Around us silence. My fingers reached for the top of Cindy's dress and began undoing buttons. Once more her maternity bra came into view and I unclipped both cups to give me access to her lovely breasts - breasts so capable of producing her lovely milk. Wonderful actually how her nursing bra has a sort of fetish like look; the bra providing a circle of support all the way around each breast but when the front material was unclipped - the drop cup - there was each breast fully accessible, yet still supported. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze and out came the milk, not spurting because time had stopped. It required a little sucking and working with my mouth to get it from breast to my mug but I was more than happy to do that and took quite a lot of extra milk besides! Rearranged and all back as it had been I restarted time. I did catch Carson's frown and Cindy's waggle of her shoulders probably feeling her nipples suddenly damp from my sucking. She would just think she was leaking a bit no doubt. Coffee drunk and lunch things packed away, we sat content and full in the sunshine. Cindy settled herself with her head in Carson's lap and her cotton dress neatly smoothed down her body. A pretty, light summer dress, red with little white spots. "You know I could drift off like this," Cindy closing her eyes as she spoke. It seemed as if we might be staying put for some little while. Once more the pregnant girl and her boyfriend were coming up the path. Clearly they had made a circuit of the park and were going for a second lap. A lovely day and so why not? Carson too had noticed the girl once more and I saw his eyes tracking her. More mental undressing I thought! She was, as I have mentioned, a pretty girl and with her big straw sun hat and long curling black hair tickled my fancy as much as she clearly did Carson's. I was tempted but after lunch I was feeling pleasantly relaxed and not with a great urge to get up and toy with the girl or perhaps reveal her in all her glory to Carson for a few seconds. It was lovely just lying back and enjoying the sunshine and the gentle chat with Cindy and Carson. It would have been even more pleasant had I had a lap to lie on like Cindy had, though I hardly wanted to lie on Carson's lap or another man's for that matter: Cindy's was much more the lap for me! No risk of finding something hard pushing at your ear or creating a rather lumpy place to rest your head: though, to be fair, shaven Cindy would not have that soft springy extra cushion of curls that girls usually possess. How lovely to rest your weary head on such a soft mound! Thoughts like that did rather lead me on. There was Cindy lying back with her knees bent and her cotton dress dipping down modestly between her thighs. Somnolent Cindy, now barely speaking and clearly in the process of drifting off into a nap. Carlson occasionally saying something as he brushed his wife's hair with his fingers. In my mind, even if I could see nothing, I much preferred the idea of Cindy with just the summer dress and no underwear. So nice imagining young girls strolling around the park in just light dresses, their breasts moving unrestrained and feeling similarly free beneath the material. Not so easy to remove Cindy's bra but not, with a bit of time stop, a difficulty slipping her panties off and into my pocket. She did not move with time flowing once more – might even have been asleep. And there she was, still lying in Carson's lap, still with her eyes closed but now naked around her genitalia under her dress. I could see nothing untoward but the thought of her so nearly revealed was not a little exciting. Had her dress not been hanging down between her thighs anyone walking past and glancing in her direction might have got a rather surprising view. Of course I peeked! It is one of the easy things a time stopper can do. With time stopped I could just lift the material and look. Aren't girls different from boys! There, in the light coming through the thin cotton, was her sex. The light rather like the dappled shade of a wood – perhaps with the sort of dampness you expect in a wood and perhaps some similarity in the warm scent. Her Mons Veneris, all smooth and shaven but so sweetly mounded over her pubic bone and with her skin going on up into her dress to her tummy button and beyond. Travelling south, so to speak, her little valley and poking out Cindy's prominent hood and the start of her inner lips – such soft looking pink flesh poking out between the smooth labia. With her legs a little open there was a hint of what was carefully folded away and protected within the labia. I did not hurry. It was like, as I said, coming across a pretty sunlit glade and pausing for a moment before exploring. Just looking at the beauty before me before moving in and breaking the enchantment of the scene. With Cindy lying there time frozen there was nothing to stop me gazing and then poking my head under the cotton and into the glade or, if you like, the little tent of her dress. No need to rush in. I could step cautiously into the glade. My goal clearly was where her thighs came together but I was happy enough letting my lips and then tongue brush the smoothness of her thighs, even into the crook of her knees. Pleasant to let my tongue run like a little snail's trail up her thighs – she might well feel that when time restarted! Nice to see Cindy's sex in close up, all there and undefended - despite her husband so close. If time was running and he could see me lying on the rug with my head right up inside his wife's dress what would he think and do? Thump me most likely! I was taking more than just a liberty with his wife. It amused me to reach down and free my erection out from my fly. I could not see it from where my head was, tucked up inside Cindy's dress, and nor could anyone else because time was stopped. It was a mental thing. The idea of saying to Carson. 'See, not only am I interfering with your wife - about to orally engage with her - but the excitement has caused me to erect!' It was more comfortable too! Cindy was in good shape. No unnecessary fat to her thighs. I could feel and see the shape of her musculature. Perhaps having had Katy her tummy was not quite as firm as before but she could have no qualms about wearing a bikini or, indeed, visiting a naturist beach. Perhaps if she had a second child she might not be so lucky. A second child? I had not noticed any change in Cindy to suggest she was already pregnant. Were she and Carson perhaps now trying for a second? My eyes looked up the narrowing view as the space between her legs closed in upon her sex and wondered – had they perhaps been at it this morning already? Was I going to find, as I slowly extended and eased my exploring tongue to separate Cindy's inner lips, that my post picnic 'dessert' was more the taste of Carson than Cindy? Was my tongue going to be dipping into Carson's creamy and, no doubt salty, semen kept nice and warm within Cindy – oven ready? A gentle pushing aside of soft lips and then discerning a certain viscosity; what was clearly a sexual liquid but a male sexual liquid; would I be happy to continue or would it put me off – would I be happy to let Carson's cum slip down my throat? I paused, staring at Cindy's naked sex; it was lovely to look at and I very much wanted to stroke it with my tongue and bury my face against and in it; frankly I also wanted to bury my erection in it afterwards! Such a pretty sex. One I was more than a little familiar with. That rather frilly look to her neat labia minora with its fascinating darker pigmentation at the edges, that pronounced and poking out clitoral hood she possessed and all of it so naked with not a hint of curly dark hair. I could not see any trace, not a hint of creaminess but it might be well hidden! Well, the thought was hardly going to stop me from enjoying and orally playing with Cindy. I considered myself man enough not to let such a thing unnerve me! I moved my face in closer and ran my tongue upwards from her clitoral hood, safely, for now, beyond where any semen might have leaked, right up her little divide. I prefer my girls still with hair but it has to be said, cunnilingus is easier without. You would not really run your mouth over your girl's Mount of Venus if it was all covered in curls – you would give that a miss and travel where it was warm and wet (and hopefully getting wetter!) and hairless. Visually I like the girls to have fur, I like to feel and stroke the soft curls, perhaps just soft down or even wiry hair but orally denuded is best. So I spent a pleasant little time moving my lips gently all over her mound, slipping my tongue in and out of her little valley – indeed, running it up and down that valley. In time, I was sure Cindy would have been most appreciative of my efforts! A suitable moaning and perhaps a husky, 'Go lower!' Timestopper Begins Ch. 33 I did! My lips closing over the silky soft flesh of her clitoral hood, it had looked so pink and delicate when I had been looking up Cindy's dress. Lovely to gently suck on it, toy with it and indeed pull it with my lips. Out of time the natural elasticity of her skin had no effect; pulled and it just stayed pulled. But where was her little man? Where was her clitoris? I had rather wanted to toy with that. Feel that hard little bump and take that between my lips and pull. I liked the idea of that standing erect; her so sensitive little button in my mouth like a nipple or, if you prefer, a little miniature penis. But with Cindy unaroused I could not detect the little thing. Unaroused Cindy's inner lips had not parted, unaroused they were not engorged. They had not opened readily to admit a penis but were doing their duty of protecting the girl. Such fun to wriggle my tongue seeking to separate the twin leaves of her labia minora, unsure whether perhaps the stickiness of Carson's semen was holding them together. My tongue just wriggling between and then able to run down and fully separate the leaves and open the girl. No male residue, the girl herself there just for me – so soft and so warm. Super to be able to take each leaf separately into my mouth, so delicate, so malleable and so delightfully vulnerable – having my friend's intimate skin in my mouth. My tongue explored, my lips tugging at the twin leaves pulling them taut opening her and then the completion of the act. The girl completely in my control and me able to penetrate her – fuck her with my tongue. Outside in the sunshine and silence of the park my erection was, I could feel, straining and fully swollen. Lovely to feel oneself at the peak of excitement. My tongue moving and encircling where I could feel the location of her entrance. Had she been conscious and accepting of my attention (unlikely!) she would have loved that. And then all at once I plunged, sticking my tongue fully in – the male sexual act, the penetration of the woman. My tongue in and waggling; feeling with all its sensitive nerve endings. I pushed my tongue in and out of Cindy, conscious it would only go a little way into her body however much I strained and wanted to fuck her deeper. I am sure some men have longer tongues and can do rather more than me. But this was all about my own pleasure and I was certainly enjoying having my face right in her sex and with my tongue stuck up her vagina, I surfaced, no doubt slightly red faced, blinking into the sunshine. That had been good. A really pleasant amount of non-time between my neighbour's legs. I stood and looked down at Cindy. Still lying with her head in Carson's lap – time had not moved of course – still looking so sweet and pretty in her summer dress but now it was pulled up and there was her sex all exposed and looking, well, ready to be fucked. And it could not be said I did not look ready to do some fucking. Sticking out of my trousers was my erection. I had released it earlier and it had not subsided whilst I had been enjoying playing with Cindy's labia and clitoris. Should I? Should I get down on my knees on the rug and push in and enjoy a little coitus for a time before releasing my own semen? I had found Carson had not been busy – but should I? Timestopper Begins Ch. 34 Cindy in the supermarket Should I lie on top of Cindy right there in the park, right there in the sunshine and do the manly thing whilst Carson looked on unseeing and frozen in time? I would have to deal with the result. I knew she would notice, realise something was amiss -- had she not in that supermarket? Oh, perhaps I have not mentioned that? It had only been a week or two before. Just a little bit of fun. I had been out shopping and had seen Cindy in our local supermarket, in the fruit and vegetable section in fact. She had not seen me and was engaged in talking to Dan Settle from a few doors up the road from us. Katy was not with her. Perhaps Carson or her mother was looking after the little girl. I liked Dan. A good old boy as they say. A bit of a lad too in his day from what I had heard. Yes, he liked the ladies and I was sure he would be happy to talk to young Cindy all day if she let him. From where I was I could see when Cindy was pointing something out to Dan -- the conversation seemed to be very much about the fruit and vegetables -- his eyes were quick to take a peak down her shirt at her cleavage. Understandable -- us men do like that valley between the soft round hillocks, we like to look and think of what lies further up and around those little or not so little hills. Would like to go climbing upwards or perhaps sticking our fine manly erections between them, even inside their brassieres, and 'saw away' until we leave a little rivulet behind or perhaps a winding, creamy stream running in the valley between the hillocks! It was an amusing idea in my head. A glance to where the security cameras were pointing to see how 'in shot' I was and then seizing the opportune moment. Suddenly everyone in the supermarket stopped moving -- apart from me. Mentally noting my position vis-à-vismy trolley I walked over to Cindy and Dan. "Hallo Dan, what are you looking at? Shopping for fruit? Grapefruits, melons, some nice ripe cherries?" Cindy was looking away: Dan was looking down her shirt. "Hallo Cindy. Shall we give Dan a better view?" Always nice undressing Cindy. So pleasant to undo button after button and remove her shirt before attempting the clasp of her bra. And there they were, Cindy's firm grapefruits or melons out in the open and topped by rather nicely distended 'cherries.' Yes, Cindy was full of milk again! It was tempting to squeeze and squirt Dan but undoubtedly Cindy would more than notice. The poor girl suddenly finding herself topless in the supermarket and a bit more than dripping milk... just a bit! No, my objective was to give Dan just a second or two's flash of her wonderful breasts - not just the cleavage but them entire. Dan got a whole two seconds. Cindy knew nothing about it but certainly caught Dan staring at her chest. The shock of seeing her breasts suddenly exposed in all their swollen glory had frozen him as if he was still stuck out of time. His confusion was saved by the arrival of Mrs Dan carrying shopping to put in his trolley. Dan was looking puzzled but with a smile on his face as they walked off. Completely inexplicable to him - he would perhaps think he had a very good imagination! It hardly needs mentioning that I had returned to my trolley, dropped Cindy's shirt and bra into it, got back into position, started time for two seconds or so, stopped it again, returned to Cindy and dressed her, returned to my trolley, got into position and started time once more to watch Cindy's reaction and the arrival of Mrs Dan. Cindy was watching them go, gently shaking her head and probably thinking, 'Men! What do you do with them?' before looking at her shopping list before resuming her walk around the store. But of course TS Man was not going to leave it like that having seen Cindy's breasts all taut skin and standing nipples; why should I not take a break from my shopping? This time with time once more paused it was not Cindy's clothes I was dropping into my shopping trolley but my own. Yes, TSM getting into costume! Once more I walked over to Cindy and once again I unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. Her breasts did not just look rather swollen but were indeed very firm to the touch. That hardness that comes from being very full of milk - the skin taut, her veins showing through the paleness of her skin and her nipples standing looking just so suckable. And of course my lips closed around first one and then the other and drew Cindy's lovely, warm sweet milk into my mouth. Some customers in the supermarket might go to a little cafe for a cup of tea or coffee but I had my own somewhat different refreshment! And I am not sure I did not actually have the full cup as well! Drinking a young girl's breast milk is not just refreshing but it has an erotic pleasure as well. By the time I stepped back from Cindy's second breast I was 'sporting' TSM's 'rod of power.' "Would you like a drink too?" I asked Cindy, indicating my penis. It looked, I thought, eminently suckable and quite capable of producing an 'adult' milk, though not in the sort of quantity Cindy's milk came in - alas! What a shame. Imagine if you could orgasm for the time it would take for a whole cup of 'man milk' to come out - steadily spurting or simply running out depending on the man. The semen just coming and coming; and coming as the woman drank! Cindy, though, was not bent down to the right height, was not helpfully eating a banana or otherwise holding her mouth in a nice round penis shape. On the contrary her lips were tightly closed in concentration, reading the shopping list in her right hand. No reason why, though, I should not enjoy her in the conventional way. No reason why I should not undo the denim belt around her waist, pull at the brass button of her denim skirt and ease the zip down - and, indeed, remove the skirt altogether. No reason at all; and having done that it seemed unnecessary to leave her in just panties: it was pleasant to have a second naked person in the store. What a fine figure of a woman that I could walk around and admire; and what a fine figure of a man as well - I rather thought, particularly if you like to see your men tumescent. Would these naked people engage sexually - I rather thought so! It was unlikely, though, that Cindy was readied for sexual intercourse. I rather doubt talking to Dan had resulted in a pleasingly warm rush of wetness between her thighs. Lovely how girls do that - become wet - though it is simply the counter point to the male erection. I would need lubrication instead but, of course, there were plenty of appropriate bottles, tubes and tubs of vegetable oils, skin creams - even butter around the store! Probably in the pharmacy section there might be tubes of actual sexual lubricant. There was no hurry. It was actually rather enjoyable wandering around the supermarket unclothed. Of course I had been naked with other people before but it was particularly strange to be wandering around the supermarket stark naked with everybody else frozen but clothed. And of course I could stop, admire and touch if I came across a pretty girl. Exceptionally nice to spot a small group of older school girls and walk towards them with my erection rising with my thoughts - thoughts about them. It would be a real male fantasy to walk towards a group of girl sixth formers in their smart uniforms whilst naked and feel your erection rising in greeting and the girls giggling and pointing but undoubtedly excited, impressed with your naked body and particularly your fine erection (of course!), just so pleased to see you and quite clearly itching to get their hands on you. And you know each and every one has suddenly had a warm wet rush between her thighs as their bodies prepare themselves for possible intercourse. Well, at least I was walking towards them naked and rising but there was absolutely no movement from them: they had no idea what a vision of maleness was approaching them! There were no rushes of wetness or expressions of welcome "Hands up girls. Who has seen an erection before? What none of you! Your lucky day. Who would like to feel, then?" Luckily one of the girls, a fine looking Indian lass had her hand by her side and happened to have her finger and thumb in a sort of 'O' shape. We move our hands around constantly and I had just happened to freeze time whilst she was like that. Seconds later and her fingers would probably have been quite differently positioned. I say 'luckily' because I could so easily present my erection and push it into the space between thumb and finger. It looked like she was deliberately holding it! As if she was the one who had said, 'Me, me, I want to hold it!' So nice to be part of the group of girls; nice to pretend to be friends with them; friends in a very sexual way. Perhaps the only man available to them locked away in their school - rather a more 'viable' environment than a supermarket; invited to undress and then be handled by the girls; perhaps, if it had not already happened, to be erected by the girls - indeed why not by the girl whose hand I was in? Gasps and comments about how 'big' it is. Not so, as you know as well as I. I have before now revealed I am certainly not under endowed but, equally, have seen larger on my 'travels' as TSM! Pleasant to push my penis between the girl's thumb and finger just as if she was moving it as I thought about how super it would be to be hidden away in a room with these girls at their school. Would they let me undress them? Would they insist I undressed them? And what would happen then? Pleasant thoughts but my movement might, if I was not careful, result in the girl holding me getting a sticky hand! Amusing to imagine her surprise once time restarted and I was not there anymore. "Urgh! What's this?" It would be warm as well, which would really puzzle. What would her friends say? Would I have produced enough for it to be dripping? Would one suggest it looks like 'cum,' even 'it tastes like cum!' Perhaps all of them helping her wipe it away. But I withdrew - not just from the group of girls but from the girl's hand; a little like withdrawing from a vagina, I thought. But withdrawing from their vaginas or, indeed, entering them in the first place was not my plan with the girls. I rather suspected if I did attempt entry I would not come out again with the same solidity I had gone in - semen would be released and my plan was, rather, to do that with, or rather in, Cindy over by the fruit and vegetables. Properly I was in search of lubrication not girls. Difficult though not to be distracted on a mission when naked and erect out of time in a supermarket with plenty of young women around. I had not gone more than a few steps before my eyes had registered a tall black girl as slim as anything who was pushing - or rather frozen in the act of pushing - her trolley up the frozen food aisle. Advancing upon her, there was most certainly no let-up in my waggling erection - it was standing firm with the thoughts of undressing the girl. She was really fine and dressed to impress. A very short grey tweed skirt displaying her slim and very smooth dark brown legs to best advantage - and the high heels certainly helped. Small bottom, almost boyish but the swell of her hips within her skirt belied any masculinity. A simple white top but accentuated by a silver necklace. Her hair was short and frizzy; it topped off a pretty face complete with those generous lips black girls tend to possess. I had left the schoolgirls alone: not so this girl. It was not long before she was as naked as the day she was born - though I left the high heels. A very fine, athletic, young woman! Her slim thighs were clearly strong and capable - as capable of running 400 metres, I suspected, as engaging in a rigorous coitus. I would like to have seen that, or indeed both - the running and the fucking! She could probably give most men a good run for their money... both on the running track and in bed. Walking around her I admired her slim but shapely bottom as well as her dark, dark curls hiding her sex - so thick and tightly curled. It was like brushing wool against my fingers. Perhaps in keeping with her athletic frame her breasts were not big; indeed the brassiere was almost unnecessary, but they were more than a man's and the black nipples and areolae rather larger and undoubtedly feminine. I like variety and these were very different from Cindy's (and did not yet produce milk!). Pleasant brushing my knob against her wool (though I almost had to be on tip toe) and, no doubt, it would have been pleasant to have gone rather further and let my knob explore her hidden 'cave' but that was promised to my neighbour, Cindy. I knew, though, I would be visiting this girl and we would be 'engaging' sometime soon. Rather prosaically I went and fetched my diary from my jacket pocket in my trolley and noted down her details from her purse in her handbag. Athletic Diana would be visited and I rather hoped she did have a boyfriend. I wanted to see her engaged in intercourse - rigorous coitus - I would enjoy playing the voyeur and then joining in. Tempting in a way to leave Diana like that. Suddenly naked but for her high heels in the supermarket. Watch her panic. Amusing but cruel! Tempting nonetheless. Perhaps I could dress her again after a minute or two but with the security cameras more than likely recording the event on video tape, and with so many people around, it was probably not something to do. Better if we had been alone somewhere - like with that jogger I had played with - or, indeed, perhaps just with Carson somewhere. He genuinely trying, and me pretending, to help the naked girl. "So, Diana, perhaps I'd better dress you again. A shame because you do have such a beautiful body. I'm sure you'd like me to fuck you, but not just this moment. I promise I shall visit -- possibly very soon." Clearly she was disappointed. I mean, given her right hand was tightly grasping my erection, brown skin on white, it must have been clear to any observer that she was interested! OK, yes, of course, I had placed her hand and wrapped it so snugly around me a little earlier. "You'll have to let go..." All this playing around was not getting the necessary lubrication. So, leaving Diana once more neatly dressed, I went and got my trolley. It seemed to me I might as well finish my shopping before fucking Cindy. Quite amusing to be wandering up and down the aisles picking things off the shelves with nobody else moving and naked albeit flaccid again. Hardly an aisle further on I found my way blocked by a couple of people - somewhat an inevitability in a supermarket, but made that much worse by time having stopped. Either I was going to have to go a different way around the supermarket or move one of the people. They were young, I presumed a couple, engaged, I suspected, in discussing the relative merits of breakfast cereals. My suggestion, if asked, would have been muesli with plenty of dried fruit. But they did not say anything to me. The female part of the pair was the easier to move aside but having held her - and, despite being on a mission to find lotion for Cindy, being in no hurry - it will be no surprise to learn I undressed her as well. An ever so sweet Indian girl, small, as I said, but rather well formed nonetheless. A very round face with laughing eyes - discernible even with time stopped - and a pretty mouth, long curly black hair repeated lower down in colour but not in curliness. Her mons, on examination, was sparsely covered in fine dark straight hairs with her slit easily discernible through the hair. So easy, there in the supermarket, having undressed her to crouch down and take a careful look and admire the delicate tracery of dark hair over the brownness of her plump mons. Her skin a rich coffee colour, nowhere near as dark as Diana. Quite different in shade. Her breasts very much round and mounted with almost golden coloured nipples and areolae, lighter than her skin. The girl's hips wide and her bottom plump and well cushioned - the sort made for men to approach from the rear and, well, bounce against! On her fingers, gold rings including her wedding finger. More than likely the short young man was her husband and had, no doubt, many times enjoyed the pleasure of mounting her from the rear. How was I to know, perhaps that might be their favourite position, maybe in the privacy of their own house doing just that not simply on the bed but with the girl over the back of the settee or spread across the dining table or the kitchen work surface. I could envisage on a country walk when all alone they might gamble naked but on all fours. Perhaps in a hay field, feeling safely alone, perhaps the other side of a hill from the path in a little secluded dell by a wood they could really indulge their fantasies. Leaving their clothes behind and moving on all fours across the field until the little bull mounted his heifer. No obstacle to me mounting the heifer there in the supermarket but perhaps putting her on all fours and me as well was a bit of a bother. Better if I could simply drape her over something. My eyes lit upon the shopping trolley. Oh, I couldn't... but I could! A judicious padding of the handle with her and my clothes and I had the girl over it -- head down in the trolley amongst the groceries but hips, bottom and legs all hanging over towards where I would be pushing. I would be steering the trolley holding her hips but walking between her spread legs and with my erection poking at her sex as I walked. A steady knocking and rubbing against her soft sex by my knob. It was probably not the most comfortable way for her to ride but certainly funny to see. And as I walked off with the trolley leaving her husband behind I rather thought it was going to get funnier. Nice to feel myself touching her with every step as I went in search of a suitable lubrication -- but not now just for Cindy. I rather relished the idea of fucking the girl draped over my trolley -- and not simply in one place like she might with her husband on the bed or in that field I had imagined. My idea was to fuck her on the move -- whilst shopping! I soon found what I was looking for and picked it from the shelf. A squeeze on that bottle of lotion - in preference to oil, butter or mayonnaise (well, it would work!) - and liberally coated the old JT. Dropping the bottle into my trolley beside the girl I readied myself to set off once more but this time my knob was not just knocking against the girl's pudenda, not simply genitalia rubbing together in a friendly fashion, no, I had pushed in and lodged my 'bell end' inside the young girl. A further push and not only did I slip further in but the trolley began to move -- I was actually moving it, yes pushing it with my erection! So nice to walk forwards down the aisle and feel myself moving in the girl, my moving legs causing an in and out movement. It was proper intercourse whilst shopping. I could pause and reach for some item whilst still connected or just step backwards and walk toward the item to collect it, perhaps having to say 'excuse me' when reaching around some time frozen person. A person completely unaware of the polite young man out shopping naked and displaying a shiny and lubricated full erection - unaware of him picking perhaps a tin or two of tomatoes off the shelf and then walking back to his shopping trolley, placing the goods in it and then walking around it to push his penis back into the naked girl draped over his trolley before walking off. It was a very pleasant way to shop. Completely absurd but fun and certainly a laugh. It was something I would have to do again! Almost, but only almost, between the marmalade and the home baking sections Cindy lost her chance of being inseminated in the supermarket. Almost the young Indian girl was the lucky recipient. I had to stop the trolley suddenly and grit my teeth -- it was an almost! Clearly time to redress the girl and put her back with her husband so they could continue the important breakfast cereal debate. Erect but unconnected I started to push her back, still collecting a few items on the way. I admit to re-entering and a few more strokes as we came up to him but after that it was all the bother of redressing and placing her back on her feet with him still blocking the aisle. Hopefully her tummy would not be too sore from the pressure of being bent over the trolley handle. Timestopper Begins Ch. 34 Apart from a pleasing grope of a very well-endowed girl I did not further interrupt my shopping and returned with my shopping list complete to park my trolley right back where it had been parked when I had stopped time. I was not worried the security cameras would spot my shopping trolley had become fuller. Very possibly nobody was watching anyway. Around the store there was a risk someone might see a jar, tin or packet suddenly vanish right in front of their eyes, having been removed out of time but there was no risk to me in that. Time for intercourse with Cindy -- I had had enough practice!. I squeezed the bottle of lotion once more and smiled; the lotion made my penis look like I had just cum; just as if it was fresh from fucking or perhaps, given that the squirts were all up it, more as if some other man had just ejaculated all over it perhaps as lubrication, Carson perhaps, helping me out. How kind, but what a peculiar idea! I walked over to Cindy rising once more as I did so. A sort of greeting, and so right for such a lovely girl. I really liked her. "I've been sort of saving myself for you." How sweet of me! I embraced her. Warm, soft, naked but, alas , unresponsive. No reaction as I eased her back against the display counter and parted her thighs and stepped towards her. Looking down I could see that, already, my pressing against her had left lotion on her pubis. Even without inserting myself I was making Cindy messy! Given my walk and exploration of girls around the supermarket my penis was very ready to do the job. I rubbed myself against her sex and then pushed. All the lotion that I had splashed over both my erection and knob had the right effect, my smooth round, tapering dome pushed at her entrance and opened her. Once again I slid into Cindy's warmth, a little way at first but, building up, I pushed further and further in until I was fully engaged and began the work. The sound of the fucking and my breathing the only sound in the supermarket - indeed the whole world, for all I knew. The lotion was doing its job, the feeling lovely and slippery. Working her from the front I could reach down and suck her nipples as I fucked - and I did! Lovely to suck and, of course, lovely to drink from her. Indeed, when I finally came releasing my 'man milk' into her, in what felt like not inconsiderable spurts, I was sucking milk from her - our liquids being exchanged and going in opposite directions! The electric pleasure of my ejaculation intense. From my wandering around the supermarket and my play with Diana and others I had been 'standing' for quite a little while on and off - but mostly on! My balls had even begun to have that dull ache which meant they needed to release. Push, push, push at Cindy as I built up to my climax. As I finally came, the drawing up of my balls and that sudden rush up and out and into Cindy, I cried out in both relief and pleasure. On the second spurt I did rather bite down on Cindy's breast, rather harder than I should have done and probably leaving teeth marks. They would not look like Katy's... perhaps she would think them Carson's. All good things come to an end. I stood there panting; still intimate with Cindy: but it would not last. It was time to dress Cindy and return to my trolley to dress myself and restart time and carry on and pay for my shopping. Perhaps I might actually just walk around the corner of the shelves and pretend to see Cindy for the first time and have a chat. So funny to be talking to her minutes after having been so intimate with her; knowing she had my semen between her legs; and yet she chatting away as if nothing was out of the ordinary had happened except perhaps her breast feels a bit chewed and sore. My shrinking penis slipped out of Cindy. No longer turgid but feeling rather rubbery and looking not a little messy it was time to tuck it away modestly in my trousers.. "Well, that was nice. We must do that again sometime. Perhaps with Carson?" My idea of having a nice little chat with Cindy did not work out - not at all. As soon as time restarted Cindy did not carry on as before. Not a bit of it. Had I been a bit rough with her? I did not think so. But it was clear she was reacting to the invasion. A cry, a hand to her breast, a wriggle of her hips. She was feeling something and then she was off, out of the store and leaving her trolley behind. I did not know because I am not Cindy but was she suddenly feeling all sticky and a bit battered as if she had been really fucked (as she had)? It would not, though, do for Cindy to find semen in her panties and inside herself to say nothing of that lotion. I had perhaps been a bit too careless. I went and paid for my shopping at speed and despite Cindy's head start was home before her. Being able to stop time does help in such situations. I was able to remove the evidence of my 'indiscretion,' if not the teeth marks (oops!), before she had a chance to look and was back in my house brewing a cup of tea and unpacking the shopping before she did that. I had been foolish. Timestopper Begins Ch. 35 Meetings with Diana Coincidence is a funny thing. You can be in the middle of a strange town, even a strange country and you meet someone you know totally out of that person's usual context. It is not coincidence really but happenstance. Many, many people you know are in very different places from usual all of the time and it just so happens you meet one or other very occasionally. Not really coincidence: nonetheless it does surprise. I had only met athletic Diana that very morning in the supermarket – at least as far as I was aware – and whilst I was already quite intimately acquainted with her, she did not know me at all and had probably never really set eyes upon me. Yet there she was that very evening running down my very own road. Gone the high heels, gone the short grey tweed skirt but the silver necklace was still there. I had surmised she was athletic and sporty and was not at all surprised to see her out for an evening run even if surprised to see her in my road. Most likely she was heading for the Common; heading for a circuit around it and back. Quite a few miles. Excellent exercise and more than likely to build up quite a sweat and some muscle. Just what she wanted, no doubt. I was not going to follow her! I recalled the fun I had had with that jogger some time back on one of my long walks. I did not plan to repeat that but given my supermarket activity with Cindy had been in the morning, I was suitably 'recharged,' there was no reason at all why the girl Diana and I should not get better acquainted. Or at least me getting acquainted with her on her return from her jogging: it would be unlikely she would recall much at all about us getting better acquainted. I had nothing planned for the evening and I did not see why she should have anything on either! In my pocket I had the address from her handbag in the supermarket. Instead of heading out to the cinema I turned and walked back the way Diana had come. In my mind's eye the image of her running. Such long brown legs in trainers, the white running shorts and her singlet leaving her broad brown shoulders bare had a greater attraction than the new film I had planned to see at the cinema. She probably was wearing a sports bra but with her little breasts there was hardly a need; as for panties there was again hardly a need either. All would become clear upon her return. I would find out then. I would wait for her where she lived. The idea of her arriving hot and sweaty somehow rather appealed. Breaking and entering? Well, sort of but not something anyone could have seen me doing. I am sure Diana did not expect anyone to be standing on her front window sill in full view of the street manoeuvring a piece of string through a vent light in order to pull up a window latch. You might have thought someone would have seen me, given just how many people were walking past, but they were all strangely frozen at the time. TS man was through the window and had it closed without anyone being the wiser. No dog inside to bark, no cat to be friendly – or not – and the milk fresh in the 'fridge to make myself a cup of coffee whilst I waited. She had quite a nice little ground floor flat with a surprisingly big hall and kitchen. A tidy girl who certainly liked her clothes. I was standing in her sitting room, the very room through which I had entered, looking out; standing with arms folded and waiting when she hove into view. What a lovely sight, such a tall lithe girl. I was really looking forward to reacquainting myself with her and, let's be a bit crude, fucking her. I had not done that yet. I had stroked her and thought about sticking my knob in her 'cave' but had not gone so far. I was going to - and very possibly whilst she was hot and sweaty from her run as well. A bit different from my usual freshly bathed bed time games! But I was surprised, she was no longer alone. A fine young man as tall and as dark as she was jogging along with her. Was this the hypothesised boyfriend? The one I had envisaged her having 'rigorous coitus' with? The one I rather wanted to play the voyeur with? I recall smiling and thinking how nice it would actually be if they were to come in together, shedding clothes down the hallway, talking about how good it would be to have a shower and then fuck – but first a glass of water. A pause in the hallway perhaps for a kiss and then both of them to walk into the kitchen their bodies naked and shining with perspiration; beautiful black bodies, the girl's dark nipples hard and pointing and the man's impressive penis already firm and standing; the act of shedding clothes in the hall and the anticipation of the fuck being sufficient to cause the blood to flow; there in the kitchen to be met by me with a "hallo! Surprise!" Their faces – their shock at finding someone in the flat and, indeed, seeing them like that! So much better with a camera to capture with a flash the naked, aroused and shocked couple. Both in peak physical condition and glowing with the exercise, beads of sweat on their beautiful black skin. But it was not like that. A shame really. He did not come in. I listened to their talk: she was to meet him later on. They were going out for a meal and then he was going to stay the night. So, not the shedding of clothes and the naked couple coming into the kitchen but I might still get to see the 'vigorous coitus' later. I might still get to play the voyeur! "No, you can't come in. I am disgustingly sweaty and you are just not going to come in with me like that. I'm having a shower. Now go!" The front door closed leaving Diana alone with me. Not that she saw me coming out into the hall or paid any attention when I touched her to see just how 'disgustingly sweaty' she was. I have to say she was 'glowing' a bit. Actually, distinctly damp and with a hint of that changing room smell – yes she was sweaty! Her thin shorts were damp but, sensible girl, she was not wearing panties underneath which had no doubt allowed a certain breeze to cool her nether regions as she ran. Nice to just pull them open at the top and peer in; even drop in my fingers and feel her lovely soft tight curls – still like wool but, somewhat, as if the sheep had got wet in the rain! There was indeed a sports bra. To my mind unnecessary as she just was not big enough but perhaps it was part of the image or a means of hiding her nipples. So nice patting her rather damp small bottom through the clinging damp material, touching her arms and feeling the perspiration on her skin. All rather pleasant. I could have undressed her again just like in the supermarket but, well why not wait for her to do it? Easier! I slipped back into the sitting room thinking she was unlikely to go in there. Best if she did not, really, as there was a half drunk mug of coffee on the table! Letting time flow I heard Diana in the kitchen, a quick peak out of the door in time and a smile from me. That was just what I wanted! The tidy girl was putting her running clothes straight into the washing machine. So sensible. Enter flat, take off clothes, put in washing machine, get drink of water (if desired), go and have shower. A sensible little plan only it missed out one step – between 'get drink of water (if desired)' and 'go and have shower' needed to be inserted (and 'inserted' was the right word) 'be fucked.' Yes, I was minded to take the girl in her athletic, sweaty, running state rather than await the girl 'about to go out for the evening' state. A swig of coffee and I began to undress. I had fucked Cindy in the supermarket that morning but that did not stop me rising ready for another go – and more than likely I was going to be at it again later in the evening as well! Diana had got as far as her bathroom when the naked intruder caught up with her; her hand already reaching to turn on the shower. "Well, hallo, again," I said, coming up behind her and pressing my erection into the crack of her bottom. But she did not say anything anymore than she had in the supermarket. My hands reached around and cupped her little breasts. Without her high heels she was not so tall but still had the edge on me. Nice to stand there, close to her, feeling how damp she was, how soft her small bottom felt against me and let my lips touch the nape of her neck beneath her short frizzy hair, my lips touching her silver necklace. I began to move around her. A fine young woman; just so nice to let my knob rub across her bottom cheek, around her hip and across the damp, dark wool between her thighs. Her skin so damp to the touch, beads of sweat already rising – it always happens after the exercise stops. Even her lovely little breasts wet to the touch; her black nipples slippery between my fingers and rather salty to the taste when I applied my lips to them. Nice to be up close to her breasts again. Not exactly handfuls but the darkness of the large areolae and those nipples really got my thumbs up (and something else!). My hands on her shoulders as I went on tiptoe and applied my lips to her full lips as my penis poked at her. "You really are rather nice," I murmured. A pretty girl, as I have said before. Hazel brown eyes what was more. My hand went lower to once again stroke the soft wool of her sex. The dampness did not spoil the sensation. She was just so soft there. Damp thighs as well but would she be suitably damp where it really counted? I crouched, admiring the beads of sweat standing on her tummy and her neat little tummy button looking good enough to kiss – so I did! Then my fingers to her brown thighs and then sliding them upwards on her damp skin, up and up between her legs. Quite damp – encouraging information for what I wanted to do – not terrifically wet, but I did not really expect sexual excitement, just perhaps damp enough. Ah, ha! I had found that 'cave' I had thought about in the supermarket. My fingers explored. Was she ready enough or was I going to have to go and seek a bit of added lubrication? I thought the latter. Olive oil seems as good a lubricant as anything really. Walking back to the kitchen I sniffed my fingers. Quite a strong girly, acrid sweaty sort of smell. It was going to be mixed with the rich olive smell from the oil. There was, of course, some in the cupboard in the kitchen. I poured and massaged my erection – nice and oily, nice and shiny, nice and turgid - nice feeling! Where to do the deed? Standing or should I move the girl? She was bigger than me but not exactly a lot of meat on the frame! Thin and toned rather summed our Diana up. Nothing masculine but not the plump black girl by any means! Not too difficult to move around. I was certainly going to try and do it standing up to start with but then move her to the bed. The advantage of tall girls is you do not need to bend your knees when standing! On the other hand,oo tall and the old JT is not going to properly reach. It was fine with Diana. I kissed her again as she stared at the shower controls, her hand still reaching. I've said it before, time stop sex is a bit like masturbation or having fun (really?) with a blow up doll, though actually, apart from movement, everything is so real – because it is. Nice once again to touch my oily knob to her wet wool and then dip down. There? No. There? No. Ah, ha! Bingo! There - that was the place. A gentle pressure from my thighs transmitted to my cock and in I slipped. Diana and I were now properly introduced! So nice to grasp her still sweaty body, take in the healthy aroma of exercised woman and just fuck. Up and down my penis slid inside Diana sending me such pleasant feelings. I even lay my head on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck as I fucked her. Enthusiastic couples – perhaps Diana and her young man – might just have kept going but time stop does encourage pausing and savouring the feelings. There is simply no one else to worry about. It is very selfish – well, yes - what I was doing to Diana without so much as a by your leave was certainly that! I stepped backwards, perhaps a little damper than I had been, perhaps smelling as if I too had been on a run! "Come on Diana, let's get on the bed." Her hand still outstretched I lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, an odd thing to do whilst sporting an erection – OK a declining erection. The exertion taking my mind off the sex. On her back on the bed I spread her thighs. Important to me to take a good look. I like being the voyeur! That done I placed one leg over each shoulder and moved in on Diana's exposed sex once more. Unsurprisingly I rose to the sight and the prospect of renewed intercourse. Good to take myself in hand and apply my knob to her opening. A very visual act. Before, whilst standing, I had felt my way. This way it was all very much in the light and completely visible. Fascinating as always to watch my erection disappearing into the folds of her labia, disappearing between the dark fringed lips and into her body. The hot, sweaty scent of her sex in the air. In my position I could watch it all. Watch her being fucked. Watch her being fucked by me – me who had met her only that morning, and by chance, in the supermarket. I was, I thought, going to see more of this girl - though I was actually seeing rather a lot of her just then! She was really rather nice. Really rather... fuck, fuck, fuck - the thing was happening! I pushed hard, powerful strokes in and out of her dark fringed lips and came; my erection doing its squirty, splashy job inside her adding to her already shower readiness. Nice actually to just let go of her legs and collapse on her body. "Well," I said after a time, propping myself, still embedded, up on my elbows and looking at her face, "I enjoyed that. I expect you'll have some good sex later with that young man. May I join you? For now, why don't you go and have your shower. You are a bit 'disgustingly sweaty' but even so very fuckable." Another kiss and then all the bother of putting her back in position, hand outreached for the shower. She did stumble a bit but grabbed the shower control and the water hissed out. There was a definite wriggling and indications she felt a bit strange but nonetheless she stepped into the water and no doubt the result of my little incursion was washed away along with the sweat from her run. The shower was still running as I stepped out of the front door into the bustle of the street and walked away. There was a smile on my face. I had enjoyed that. I would be back later. I was indeed back later. A trifle tedious hanging around waiting for them but I did not have a key to let myself in – yet! I had made a reasonable judgement about when their meal would be finished and when they would return. Half an hour out but what is half an hour to the keen voyeur? Does he not sit patiently staring at the blank window until suddenly there is light and he reaches for his binoculars – or something like that? I just sat on a garden wall and thought about this and that. Mostly actually English counties from A to Z. I had got up to 'F' and could not think of one. I now know why – there isn't one! I saw them coming up the street hand in hand. No need of course for me to do anything until Diana opened the front door and then no hurry at all providing I had stopped time. I could saunter across, squeeze between or under them and go and hide. Not so easy in a one bed roomed flat (in the dark) but I had got quite good at hiding over the past months. Just because they were home did not mean anything interesting would necessarily happen. It was encouraging nonetheless to hear from my hiding place the shower being turned on again. Clearly Diana was a girl who liked to wash. Her clothes from the evening had been carefully tidied away. A rather expensive and very tight pair of jeans, white shirt and rather fine suede jacket. I cannot say them same about the boyfriend's clothes. He could have been tidier. It might though have freaked them out if I had tidied them away! No clothes on was encouraging – encouraging to the voyeur – and a running shower promised much. Of course I had already seen Diana naked twice that day – though a third chance would not go amiss – but what I was after was seeing her engaged in sex. I really liked the idea of seeing her mounted – and not just by me. It was that 'rigorous coitus' I wanted to see and I rather hoped the young man was up to the challenge – not that he knew he was being challenged! Best to see the participants moving rather than frozen tableaus - but that was not easy. Not easy in a small flat. Not ideal to be caught watching. Nowhere in the bathroom to hide and the door misplaced for watching showering. It is not always easy for the time stopper. Still, on the positive front I did have a naked girl and boy in the flat with me and the reasonable prospect of at least naughty tableaus to view even if I might not be able to view live action either because I could not secure a suitable hiding place or, even more prosaically, they turned the light off! Would they exit the bathroom in pyjamas, just tee shirts, underwear or perhaps completely ready for 'action?' It was a slightly odd mix – nice though to see. Diana in just pyjama bottoms and with her top naked. She looked really sexy like that, I thought. Her fine long legs, small bottom and that so soft dark wool hidden away yet her slim frame exposed from the waist upwards with her flat tummy and interesting dimple of a tummy button all to be seen. Perhaps her tummy button might pool with semen later. It was a nice image to imagine Diana on her back with a snaking rivulet of creamy cum running down from her breasts and ending in the little reservoir in the hollow of her tummy button. My image being of her fine young man coming a little too quickly and releasing himself all over her breasts, spattering her so black nipples and dark areolae with his whiteness – his copious whiteness – so it ran down the little mounds of her breasts and on and on until captured in that sweet dimple. Nice to see his annoyance at coming too soon – an annoyance frozen in time as I stepped forward, flicked his now spent cock with my fingers and settled myself atop dark, delicious Diana to complete the act. My own rigid shaft pushing into her in the proper way and delivering semen in the proper place whilst I squashed – no crushed – his beneath me. A rather strange eroticism feeling his cum, warm and sticky between Diana and my body, perhaps it even making noises as I thrust at her, readying to deliver where he had not! Nice to imagine but we would see what transpired. As yet the boyfriend was still potent – unless things had been happening (fairly quickly) in the shower about which I was unaware! Beneath his tee shirt – for that was all he was wearing – his genitalia swung. The sort of peek a boo effect arguably similarly erotic to Diana's toplessness. Soft and swinging, it was not yet raised for action, dark skinned and ample - there was plenty to swing. I was very hopeful it soon would be. I wished to play the voyeur. I watched them move, through the crack of the slightly open sitting room door, from bathroom to bedroom. Pleasing to see movement, if for a second or two. Diana's arms moving, her bare feet on the carpet – what a fine body she had and such beautiful dark skin. Once inside their bedroom I moved position able to watch, this time twixt door and jamb where the hinges were. A very narrow vertical view and only enough for one eye – but I could see. It was not cold, indeed a warm night and it seemed, helpfully, the couple were not in a hurry to get under the covers or turn off the bedside light. Things were going well for the voyeur! They were embracing on the bed, arms around each other and already mouth to mouth, their tongues no doubt like miniature penises already thrusting in each other's mouth. The boyfriend's hands on Diana's back stroking the smooth skin. Things were going well. I had every expectation of seeing sexual activity – unless they went under the covers or the light was turned off! Timestopper Begins Ch. 35 In the nature of things – and this was not chaste kissing – the two participants bodies were preparing for sex. Nice to see Diana's pyjama clad thighs open a little. She was lying on her back with her naked torso turned towards the lad and as I watched her bent knees came a little apart and then closed again. Had there been no pyjamas it would have been enough to give me just a glimpse of that moist, warm place I had visited earlier after her run. The movement though was suggestive. It suggested Diana was becoming aroused and was more than a little conscious of the perhaps increasing warmth and wetness between her thighs. The boy too was responding. Nice to see his brown sausage move across his thigh and lift itself into the air. Now I like the girls but I do think the sight of the male erection an impressive one. Up it went into the air growing thicker and longer and undoubtedly firmer as the foreskin peeled back revealing his coffee covered so sensitive glans. Diana's hands were nowhere near it but it was certainly ready for her grasp. I was pleased to see it was indeed 'big.' It would add to the voyeurism to see Diana penetrated by a big penis! The big black job was not by now the only erection in the flat. I had grown as I had watched - indeed as his hand jerked upwards, so had mine. It too was going to penetrate Diana. She did not know it but there were two manly organs readied just for her. More kissing, more cuddling and then some serious fondling. His hands to her small breasts, holding and stroking. Fingers to her erect nipples as her hand touched his thigh. A gentle stroking of his bottom before her hand moved across his thigh and her fingers lightly touched his cock. She could not have been surprised to find an erection. There was a lot for her to finger! A little kneading of his ball sack before she began to move his foreskin, all the while kissing. Tempting to stop time and move her hand to my erection but what was this? Diana had left the boy's mouth and was moving down his chest. A pause to suckle one of his small black nipples – the male's so disappointing compared to the female's – before travelling further. Her tongue sliding downwards, pausing to slip in and tickle his own tummy button. It was, of course, obvious where she was heading both to him and me. In his excitement he was making his erection bounce up and down; waggling up and down as it pointed towards the approaching girl. Clearly she was going to suck it. How good for the voyeur – the sucking of penises is one of the best things to see! It would have been funny had his excitement got too much for him and he 'cumming' even before her lips touched him; his waggling erection suddenly producing – spurts of white splashing onto her face, perhaps even into her opening mouth. Funny and erotic for me. A disappointment for the couple! That did not happen. What did happen was her generous mouth and full lips opened and she took the big knob into her mouth. Lovely to watch her lips slide down the shaft and begin to fellate. Lovely to watch but even lovelier to feel. Containing myself no longer I stepped out into the room, sensibly pausing time as I did so. "Well hallo, boys and girls!" Of course I was going to slip Diana's mouth off her man and replace it on my own penis but first I had a little play with those breasts and a little suck on her big black hard nipples - so much more interesting than his. I even slipped my hand into her pyjamas to feel her lovely black wool and find out how wet she was getting – quite wet! A careful movement of both parties to separate them and then, with a little difficulty, I inserted myself in his place. The difference in girth between the two penises rather obvious by the gap between lips and the old John Thomas. I could actually waggle it around! Still, warm, wet and visually most appealing to see myself in Diana's mouth and lovely to make the fucking movements and particularly feel her soft but rasping tongue. Up close the boy's erection was certainly impressive. A real rod of black iron. But I could do something with my penis he could not. Steadily I pushed myself down Diana's throat – no gag reflex out of time, as I well knew – until I could go no further. Holding myself there I reached and squeezed him – chunky! Despite seeing it, there was no doubting the size registered the more when held in the hand. "Most impressive, sir! A fine specimen of manhood, if I may be so bold." Praise where praise is due! Of course tempting to ejaculate there and then; cause a commotion with Diana choking and general puzzlement as to the quantity of semen appearing without orgasm but better to wait and enjoy more voyeurism before release. A little reluctantly I moved backwards and reconnected the couple before following my now saliva wet erection from the room. Naturally coughing and spluttering came from Diana. I had been right down her throat after all. My knob had explored beyond her tonsils! It rather terminated the fellatio with her boyfriend but oral sex is not just for the one sex – the girls like it as well! Nice to see the boyfriend tugging at the pyjama bottoms and sliding them down Diana's long brown legs and, once released, seeing her waggle those legs in the air exposing her sex in obvious invitation, her thighs opening and with it her labia and the pink succulence within displayed. My penis twitched and so did the boyfriend's – bouncing upwards - but it stayed at its high angle because I stopped time once more. My friend was going to enjoy feasting on Diana but I was going to be there first! Yum! Lovely to lie across the bottom of the bed and snuffle up to Diana's opened sex. To pause and just stare at all the feminine bits on display. The brown clitoral hood with the little round bead of her 'little man' so clear below it; the widening, rather puffed up and frilly labia minora – brown on the outside and pink on the inside with such a wavy little change between the colours; the obvious wetness of the whole assembly; the special entrance which certainly I and probably the boy would be entering shortly and all framed by her curly black wool. Not the acridity of her earlier post run scent but now a hint of raw potatoes and lavender – the lavender no doubt from the soap or bath oil. I dived in, tongue outstretched and slurping. I made rather a lot of noise in the utter time stop silence. Nice to settle back after a time and look again. I had been busy. Her vagina now pushed a little open by my invading tongue; her labia minora stretched and standing with just the hint of teeth marks indenting the soft flesh; her clitoral hood pulled up and away and her clit sucked upwards and standing much more proud, having been pulled by my lips and then, actually, flicked repeatedly with my tongue. Lots of fun for me. I rather suspected the residual feeling from the tugged and abused flesh would make her jump when time restarted! I buried my face again (slightly dry humping the bed at the same time – well I was rather worked up!) Diana did not half jump! It was lucky the lad was not moving his head between her thighs at the time because he might have been quite severely concussed! Her thighs snapped shut and she squeaked and began rolling on the bed. Had I hurt her or – amazingly – set off an orgasm? It was the latter, I think, but it was certainly some time before she relaxed enough to admit her boyfriend's face between her thighs. He had his opportunity nonetheless. Amusing to see him on the bed, face hidden between her thighs but his bottom up in the air and his tackle hanging there, erect and, as I have said, 'chunky' between his thighs. A very vulnerable position! His bottom hole as visible as anything to me and his 'family jewels' hanging free below. Had I been at all displeased with him; had I been an enemy there would have been a whole range of things I could have done to him from squeezing his defenceless testes through applying a liniment such as 'Deep Heat' to his wrinkled scrotum or bottom hole right through to fucking his arse. What would have been funny, and had he been not so strongly erect, I might just have tried it, would have been to get him to fuck himself. Had he been merely firm but pliable I could have tried bringing his penis back through his legs, twisting it around and bringing his own knob to his arsehole and then, with a bit of help from Diana's olive oil perhaps been able to insert the knob into him. Imagine the shock when time restarted for the boyfriend to find he was actually fucking himself! I rather thought he was long enough to reach and go in! More cuddling and kissing and then a gradual rolling together, a gradual movement towards a connection of the sexual organs, a progression to the boy lying atop the girl, her thighs spreading, him inserting and her ankles coming up and locking behind his back. Classic missionary intercourse with the boy's bottom rising and falling. Not the best position for the voyeur as much is hidden but with his long shaft I could somewhat see what it was doing on the outstroke. The intercourse was regular and steady; there was no let up in the boyfriend's movement. Very much like the piston's movement of the steam engine - it sliding smoothly back and forth - well greased. The couple engrossed in each other and kissing. I wondered if I could actually step out into the room in time and come close to watch them; very likely their eyes would be closed and if I moved slowly and silently... But it would be a shame to spoil the scene if they did see me. So I remained hidden. The length of the intercourse was surprising. Surprising because there was no let-up in the steady thrusting. I should have counted the number of times his bottom rose and fell! Most men would have come long before he did but he just kept going to the undoubted satisfaction of Diana. How lovely for her to have this fine young man on top of her, fucking her as much as she could possibly want. No coming too soon, no premature ejaculation – indeed quite the opposite! I was sure she 'came' several times before finally there was a sudden speeding up of the thrusts and a groan from the boy. It had been impressive to watch. A real delight for the voyeur and not unpleasing to have a little wank at the same time whilst watching the performance. It was worthy of applause, a most impressive effort – so I applauded. I really did! The effect was, of course, spectacular. In time, I had stepped around the door, naked and, of course, erect, clapping my hands. Two heads swivelling in my direction, two mouths falling open, a grimace from the boy as, no doubt, his penis began to shoot. "What the..." and he was getting up off Diana, his penis really spurting, the white stuff flying, trying to get to his feet as I stood right in front of them. Such a shock for them – a completely naked and tumescent man in their bedroom and applauding. Of course he never got to me. Frozen in time with such anger on his face, he was certainly reaching for me but not quite there. A remarkable frozen in time sight actually – not least because there was another, perhaps the last, jet of semen issuing from his penis and hanging white and waxy looking in the air. My clapping continued for a few seconds as I stood still just looking. He really did have a very fine erection – I looked down at myself - certainly as compared to my own. Not that I am under endowed, of course. It certainly had its own things to do. Diana had not closed her thighs. She was still lying on the bed, her head turned to where I had been but her legs still as wide as wide could be and up in the air. My goal, of course, nestled between them, looking as lovely as when I had been kissing it earlier. I was not completely sure that the lad had actually had the opportunity of inseminating her before his sudden pulling back to accost me. There was not the hint of translucent creaminess to suggest Diana had recently been taken - perhaps it was deep inside. The same, though, could not be said for her lovely dark wool or her tummy button. Just as I had imagined the depression of her tummy button had been filled with semen but rather than a pleasing little rivulet running from her breasts there was a trail leading from her thick pubic hair. His spurt had been remarkably, though unintentionally, accurate! Nice to stand between Diana's legs for a few moments just looking at her so exposed and open to me before I let myself down with a sigh and slipped my erection into her recently vacated hole – bliss! Not having played my normal game of extracting the penis and then replacing it with my own but instead the penis had been extracted in time, Diana's vagina had contracted a bit so rather than finding myself in a channel too big for me, I had the pleasure of pushing her soft skin aside and sliding in as if slipping into a perfectly fitting glove. Simply delightful. Even the warm, wet feel on my tummy of the boy's semen felt sort of good. Amusing to be taking his place – and I very much was! I reached across and slapped his time frozen bottom and began to repeat his movements within Diana. She was going to be well and truly fucked that evening – and at least one man was going to do her the honour of inseminating her – me! All the time in the world. A pity I had not counted his thrusts because I could have done the same! Lovely to lie atop and work away at Diana. She was so wonderfully worked up, her sex so liquid and hot. A real pleasure to slide back and forth making naughty squelching noises in the silence of my time stop world. Despite my earlier efforts of the day my penis still felt delightfully swollen and up for the job, Good to be able to lick around her dark areolae and tug at her hard, black nipples as I worked myself steadily towards release. "You ready, Diana? Here it comes!" And despite my earlier ejaculations that day I thought 'it' came rather well. Certainly I can report the feelings were intense and shudderingly pleasurable. All accompanied by suitable groaning and verbal ejaculations. Pleasant to lie for a while and then get up and walk past the boyfriend still frozen in time, his penis still as rigid and impressive as could be and from it still issued that jet of white semen. I cradled his big balls in my hand. Should I squeeze? He had done nothing to upset me and I had after all spoilt his orgasm big time. I let them be. Voyeurism carried a bit too far? Unkind – yes. Cruel – maybe. But their faces, oh, their faces! It had been priceless. And what was the likelihood they would see me again or recognise me? I had only been seen momentarily. And what could they say, what could they prove! A pity perhaps that I had rather messed up seeing more of Diana... but actually I could still see her when I liked - just she should not really see me. Diana could not actually stop me enjoying her when I felt like it. I was Power Man of Time after all! I could enjoy her fine black body whenever I wanted – perhaps even on a jog, catching her all hot and sweaty once more. I walked home chortling. I hoped, though, I had not upset my friend Cindy too much that morning in the supermarket. Timestopper Begins Ch. 36 Chapter 36 – Conclusion in the park You will recall my morning in the park with Cindy and Carson. A happy morning playing with Katy, having lunch with them before getting a little naughty with Cindy. I had digressed in my story, seriously digressed into recalling my earlier adventures in the supermarket with Cindy and then described my subsequent activity with Diana and her boyfriend. What I had not done was reveal whether I had actually got carried away with Cindy in the park. The supermarket episode had warned me Cindy could be rather upset if I was not careful. Consequently I rather thought it would not be a good idea upsetting Cindy and spoiling the picnic. It had been a great picnic, I had enjoyed a little play with her but perhaps I should be more careful. I stood looking down at her for a while gently exercising my penis (OK, yes wanking) right there with Carson sort of looking on - albeit completely unmoving. It would have been quite nice actually just to release and let my semen spurt and fall all over Cindy's legs and sex. Should, instead, I have just a 'little go' in Cindy? By 'in' I meant 'in'. So tempting, and with my penis so full and keen not exactly difficult: but perhaps just too full and keen so that I might not stop with just a little fucking and go too far. It was decision time. I turned away: it was not as if there would not be other opportunities for sexual activity later. It was better to resume the picnic and restore Cindy's modesty and panties. Get everything back to how it had been and then restart time. I would most certainly not be foregoing more sexual activity later. It is one of the marks of a well-balanced person to forego instant gratification, you know! A careful rearrangement of Cindy and also myself back into my earlier reclining position. One, two... oops penis! I had forgotten to tuck myself away. That could have been a bit of a social faux pas! Perhaps Cindy noticed the wet trails up her thighs, perhaps she felt some residual after effects of my tongue poking around in her sex. Certainly her body moved and there was a bit of a tremor but she did not open her eyes. Perhaps she was asleep all the time! Lovely to laze and, I think, even I dropped off for a bit. The sunshine was warm and I had enjoyed a good lunch. After a while we packed up and had just started a nice little perambulation down to the boating pond and through the ornamental planting when I saw coming towards us the pregnant girl and her husband or boyfriend still walking. They had been walking for some time. She stopped to look at Katy in her pram and, as women do, Cindy and the girl got chatting. "When is it due?" "It's overdue... a bit overdue..." On they went, talking about babies. Carson and the boyfriend began discussing football and last night's match. One of the teams apparently won, one nil. To me, the topics of conversation were two not over engrossing subjects and so my mind returned to my usual interest - sex! In my earlier daydream, Carson and I had both enjoyed sex with this particular girl - or, more accurately, were about to when Cindy disturbed my thoughts! It had all been in my mind. I did not actually know what her breasts were like under her dress, whether her pubic hair was indeed 'springy' or whether her lingerie was white. But whilst they were all talking about boring subjects I could establish all these interesting matters. I could find out! It was comparatively peaceful in the park. Just the birds singing really and children's voices over at the playground - and the aircraft noise overhead plus the distant sound of traffic - but all of the sudden it got very quiet indeed. Just the almost imperceptible sound of a man walking across a tarmac path to a bench and taking his clothes off. As always, funny to return to a group like that but I was, by now, used to such things and completely unfazed by reaching and starting to undo the girl's dress. "Carson, would you rather help with this or talk about football?" Seemingly football! I shrugged and carried on undoing the dress. It would have been rather nice to have given Carson the treat of an 'in time' flash of the girl's breasts rather like I had treated Dan in the supermarket. Nice but difficult. Difficult with the boyfriend there discussing football - though I suppose no reason why both should not have seen: but it would certainly have required me to go and dress first! Well, I suppose Carson might not have noticed because of the pregnant girl's suddenly revealed breasts but it would have certainly surprised the boyfriend. Perhaps too not so good as well to give both Cindy and the girl a flash of me stark bollock naked albeit not yet tumescent. Certainly not with Cindy as it risked drawing attention to my strangeness. There was always a risk she might start noticing funny things happened or funny feelings happened when I was around - breasts emptying and feeling a little chewed, panties getting a little moist and so on. Not a good plan for her to start having sudden flashes of me naked. Not necessarily so with the pregnant girl. It had not, though, been my thing to 'flash' girls and see their reaction. Undoubtedly something with my power I could do, but rather peculiar. Did I really want to suddenly be with a group of girls naked and erect and greeting them with a cheery, 'surprise!' And see whether they looked shocked or what? It did not really sound that much fun. Much more fun to be undoing a pregnant girl's dress in the park with the prospect of touching and playing. Hey ho, it proved neither white lingerie nor, actually, a set either. Green knickers and a pale pink bra. What else would I have misjudged? Placing the dress on the park bench I returned for the bra. Another surprise. Certainly lovely breasts but quite enormous dark brown areolae - really rather fun! They kept me occupied for some little time and certainly brought the old John Thomas up to have a look around. I was not expecting any milk from the girl - after all I had already enjoyed plenty of Cindy's - and she had not yet had the baby, but I was in for a surprise. A good suckling and - blow me down - there it was in my mouth. Not a lot, but thick and surprisingly salty. For a moment I almost wondered if I had made a mistake and had finally decided to find out what sucking a cock was like! No, not really - I jest - I could hardly mistake a nipple for a great big penis, could I? And I was sure a cock would not ejaculate whilst time frozen. Breast milk can be sucked out: semen has to be propelled! No, this was pre-milk, Colostrum! How interesting. You discover something new every day! Having enjoyed the girl's breasts it was time to explore further. It was time for the green knickers to join the pile of clothes on the bench; it was time for me to grasp the waistband and, unlike in my daydream when I had been aided by Carson, pull them down all by myself and take a peep To see what there was to see and feel. My hands roamed across the girl's tummy - she certainly was very pregnant. Such lovely smooth skin, all wonderfully rounded by the growing baby. My hand slipped a little lower but still lovely smooth skin and not a hint of any hair - curly or otherwise. I had been mistaken in my daydream on that count as well. There, under my fingers, the little valley leading downwards, not hidden at all in low undergrowth or a deep thicket. My finger explored. Fully removing the girl's panties, I stood over by the bench, having placed the panties neatly on her pile of clothes, looking at her. As always the lack of hair to the mons made the girl look quite young, though this was more than balanced by the reasonably sized breasts and particularly the more than obvious pregnancy. But of course, just because a girl is under age or well under age does not mean she cannot get pregnant! There is no magic switch at eighteen or twenty-one, or whatever the legal age happens to be in a country. Nature does not work like that. I was not, though, about to engage with some fourteen or sixteen year old: her driving licence (in her handbag) revealed she was twenty-two! Helpfully in the girl's handbag a tube of hand cream. Useful for lubrication of course. She had not felt 'ready' for intercourse. Perhaps unsurprising on a walk in the park but equally there was no reason why the couple could not have felt passionate before the walk and, after the passion, decided, feeling nicely relaxed, to have a pleasant little post coital walk. Seemingly not, though. I squeezed the girl's hand cream on my cock and massaged it around. I say girl in a rather impersonal way but actually, from her driving licence, her full name was Mary Ruth Nora Davis (Mrs.). I wondered whether she was known as Mary, Ruth or indeed Nora! The gold chain around her neck had an 'N' on it and so I rather suspected 'Nora!' Sherlock Holmes, watch out! A strange scene in the park. A pretty and naked pregnant girl and a tumescent naked man advancing towards her with his penis shining impressively in the sunlight (well, I like to think 'impressive', as you know, and certainly the cream did make John Thomas shine). What fun it would have been to have been working together with Carson that day. We could have nicely boosted our egos by commenting, as we walked towards Nora, in glowing terms about each other's erections, how the hand cream made them shine so impressively and, more importantly, worked together to move the girl, I mean Nora, into a suitable position and held her whilst the other enjoyed her. Turn and turn about. Instead I had to do all the work! Nora needed to be approached from the rear. Her tummy was just too prominent to come at her from the front! With Carson we could have got her on all fours, borrowing Cindy's rug to protect her knees; with Carson we could have had her holding the park bench's back as we worked her from behind; with Carson he could simply have held her whilst I moved in from the rear and I could have done the same for him. Without Carson it was all too much trouble to really move Nora around. I settled on a widening of her legs and a simple approach from the back. Lovely to feel her soft bottom against me as I moved in behind. A flexing of my thighs and my knob was in position. "Are you ready, Mrs. Nora Davis? Here we go!" A push and in I went with no difficulty whatsoever. The hand cream seemed really to have worked or was it just the state of her pregnancy made her a bit more accommodating? So nice sliding to and fro as my fingers played across her breasts and her remarkably large tummy. I do find pregnant girls just so sexy! Very pleasant to slide away and enjoy this new girl; enjoy the feel of bouncing against her soft bottom as my hands held each of her breasts; quite nice to pause, give myself a little rest and go for a short walk away from Cindy, Carson and Mr. and Mrs. Davis. Even nicer to turn and walk back with my eyes on the lovely rounded target of Nora's naked bottom. I really managed to mentally work myself up as I walked slowly closer, my erection feeling even harder with excitement and then I was 'in' again. Some really furious and enthusiastic fucking and "Aaaah - fuck!" Well, yes, an accurate exclamation as I 'exploded' (if you like) inside Nora. Isn't ejaculation just so nice! A pause as I regained my equilibrium. "I must thank you, Mr Davis, for the loan of your wife. Perhaps another time we might... awfully kind. I'll drop in sometime. Perhaps we could err... both together? What? Oh yes, one either end, I'd like that very much!" A spot of necessary redressing for both Nora and myself - and I did put the panties back on. A careful restoration of Nora's pose and me back in position. "Lights, camera, action!" And sound of course. Sound is actually what hits you first when time restarts - much more than movement. The conversation about football had not finished - just been paused for quarter of an hour or more! "Oh, oh, I feel a bit funny." It was Nora. And then a sudden pattering of liquid on the tarmac path. "Oh, I... I think my waters have broken. Sorry. Tim, come on, I think it's started - at last." To Cindy, "nice to meet you. Must go." Cindy, Carson and I watched the couple heading off, Nora leaning on Tim's arm. It looked very like TS Man had done yet another good deed. Well, perhaps his first good deed... It seemed he had managed to induce the wanted labour! Cindy, Carson and I walked around the park for almost an hour talking away, including about Nora and the imminent birth. It was just so lovely in the sunshine. Really hot actually and so we stopped for an ice cream each at a kiosk. As always I went for ice cream (yes, with a '99' and why not?), Carson just the same but Cindy chose an ice lolly. It was orange and I was immediately struck, as I would be, by just how phallic in shape it was, even down to being rounded at the end. We sat on a park bench with Cindy in the middle, Carson at one end, gently pushing Katy's pram to and fro, and me at the other. It was so difficult to stop myself glancing at Cindy every time she sucked on her lolly. This just would not do. Awfully embarrassing if Cindy realised what my glances signified: I needed to do something about it. Now what would lessen my sexual interest? A nice cold shower? Not available. A run around the park? Difficult holding an ice cream cone. A knee in the groin from Carson? Potentially possible if I did not stop looking. Another ejaculation? That sounded like the answer! Once again Cindy's tongue came out (rather dyed orange by the ice lolly) and licked up the phallic shape and then she pushed it into her mouth so her lips slipped down the orange lolly. Fuck! Sexy or what! And then, there she was, frozen in time looking absolutely fabulous with the lolly still between her lips. I could now stare for as long as I wanted! "Would you mind holding my ice cream?" I said to Carson, removing his hand from the pram and tucking the cone into it, "I've got to, I really have, ejaculate in your wife's mouth - I really have, you know!" Well, actually, Carson was not to know! It was very important he did not know - it would not do for him to see me doing something sexual with his wife, at all! I hardly wanted to spoil our friendship. Gently I eased Cindy's hand back and pulled the lolly slowly from her mouth and of course it left it lovely and rounded, just right for the insertion of something rather warmer - if you get my drift. Of course Cindy looked a little strange. It was not a usual pose for a girl. Not a wide open toothy laugh at all as her lips hid her teeth completely: instead a very round 'O' looking very penis shaped! Her little orange tongue tip was also visible curling upwards where it had been licking the lolly - I would feel that brushing against me as I pushed in, all right. It was lucky we were sitting down or, more accurately, that Cindy was sitting down. It would have been quite a bother finding a chair or something for me to stand on to reach her mouth had she been standing. What a sight: me balancing on a chair with my erection pushed into Cindy's mouth! But we were sitting and all I had to do was stand and unzip. It was nearly an hour since I had so pleasantly helped Nora go into labour. I was 'up' for it again! Of course I stood there for a time with my knob just inches from Cindy's mouth. The anticipation of sex is, of course, half the fun; sexual stimulation is as much about the thought of 'what comes next' as the doing of the particularly 'deed.' A touch to her lips. I could feel their coolness on my little opening! A little gentle stroking with the smooth sensitive skin across her lips. In I pushed. "Mmmm - oh, I like that. Carson, my friend, you are missing out, again, and it is your wife after all!" Such a wet mouth - and the feel of Cindy's tongue! It was absolutely fantastic but not warm - no it was not a wet and warm mouth but a cool one. Such a different feeling! The coldness seeming to make my penis all a little bit more sensitive, the feeling electric even, at least until the blood pumping through the penis warmed things back up. And it did do that - my heat transferring to time frozen Cindy. Wonderful to be sliding in Cindy's wet but cool mouth; my knob almost out between her lips and then back again. Nice to gently hold the back of her head and work myself back and forth. Very nice. I paused for a breather. Should I get in costume? Why not? It seemed a trifle crude being fellated whilst simply poking out of my trouser fly. It was, indeed, even nicer to be standing in front of Cindy completely naked, again with my knob inches from her mouth. "Would you like to try some of my ice-cream, Cindy? I could have as easily pressed my knob into Carson's ice cream as my own but it did not seem right to offer his - it was not mine to offer! The ice cream, my ice cream, was cold - of course - but actually quite exciting to hold myself against it for a time before sliding back into Cindy. All creamy with the ice cream. More lovely sliding as I held her head. Out of time, as I had discovered - though it is pretty obvious really - the gag reflex does not kick in so I had no compunction about letting my knob go a long way into Cindy's mouth. Indeed a very long way! On and on and on and... it was balls against chin. Amazing! "Have you done this Carson?" I indicated the remarkable fact that my erection was completely within Cindy's mouth - and throat! And with time stopped there was no hurry at all about needing to remove it. I could just pause like that with my erection completely within Cindy's mouth. There was going to be no dramatic coughing or choking sounds from Cindy, no quantities of spittle flying as her eyes watered. All there might be afterwards was a bit of a sore throat. Well, the nice cold sweet flavour of the ice lolly melting would ease that and, of course, my special salty throat soothing fluid would help as well! I eased back and recommenced my oral penis exercise. Several times I paused on the brink of coming. Should I come within or watch myself ejaculate into Cindy's mouth? I could do both of course! Back and forth, back and forth, the realisation of the point of no return, another couple of strokes and then pulling out just a little way, one spurt straight in between the lips, a second and then back in for some more rapid movement and the feel of her wet lips rubbing along me. Fantastic but, as always, far too short! Why can't the male orgasm last five minutes? That electric pumping feeling going on and on until finally a spurt and then more feeling and then another spurt. Wouldn't it be so wonderful? There was not going to be an enormous quantity of semen in Cindy's mouth: not after coming so recently in Nora. But enough for Cindy to notice warm salty fluid instead of just the nice, sweet fruity flavour she would have expected from the lolly. Nice to stand there with my subsiding penis in Cindy's mouth. Nice to just to see her face so close to me and her mouth with my penis inserted. Finally I stepped backwards, withdrawing myself. Cindy, of course, had not changed position; was still sitting with her oranged lips set in a circle looking just so ready to receive a penis or, of course, the ice lolly. I eased her hand back towards her mouth and pushed the phallic shaped lolly back in. I had really enjoyed that! As I dressed, I mused on what a lovely day in the park I had spent with my friends. The weather had been perfect, the picnic so pleasant and the sexual games and release both in Nora and Cindy such a delight! Pleasantly varied, to boot. "Thanks Carson for holding my ice cream." I took it from his hand, amused to see a penis shaped indentation in one side - rather detailed in its moulding in fact - and settled back on the park bench and took a lick. Timestopper Begins Ch. 36 As I watched, Cindy came back to life with a sudden widening of the eyes and a sudden fit of coughing as if trying to clear her throat. Well, it had been just a little 'blocked!' The orange ice lolly drawn out from between her lips, a frown and a swallow or two. Her free hand came up and massaged her throat. "That's odd. All of a sudden my throat feels sore. And this lolly..." Again the frown, "tastes, um salty." She took another suck on it. "Carsie, you try." Nowhere near as interesting, indeed not even erotic at all, watching Carson suck the orange phallus. "Seems fine to me," he commented. Ah, but that would be because you haven't just had my balls against your chin and my cock spurting salty cum in your mouth, my friend! Cindy shrugged. Once more her orange coloured tongue peeked out and running across her lips; she gave the lolly a tentative lick before slipping her tongue rather erotically – if you were minded to see it that way – up the ice lolly and then it was pushed back in. It seemed it was fine after all! I looked away and licked my ice cream. Cindy had, quite clearly, tasted the warm fluid I had left behind and my 'deep throating' had not been as discreet as I would have preferred. But no harm done - not like in the supermarket... the real 'harm' was yet to come. Timestopper Begins Ch. 37 Chapter 37 - Cindy is extremely silly I found the rather strange double life with Cindy and, indeed, Carson just so pleasing. On the one hand they were my friends with whom I shared some happy times and could have a cup of tea or meal with: on the other hand they were also, albeit unknowingly, my sexual partners. I have to say 'they' because whilst there were plenty of times when I played alone with Cindy there were so many times when Carson was there too – naked, aroused and very erect. I could honestly say his penis was the one I knew second best! Not only was Cindy's body so pleasing to me but I had really enjoyed being able to suck the milk from her breasts on many, many happy occasions. Quite a little fetish of mine, I had noticed with amusement, and it had occurred to me, what with Dharini breast feeding and my new 'friend' Nora no doubt just building up her flow plus plenty of other young mothers around, I could probably swop from buying milk from the shop to getting it all fresh from the source. No need to visit a farm, my supply would be truly local – fresh and still warm! One afternoon not long after the walk in the park, just around tea time I was about to make a cup of tea when I realised I was out of milk. Should I walk to the shops or... The idea of just popping next door was so much more attractive! Cindy might not be in but I thought I'd heard her earlier through the wall. Easy to pick up her door key and easy to stop time. Cindy was in her kitchen doing some cooking. "Hallo," I said, "could I borrow some milk, Cindy?" With time stopped she was not going to say anything; she was simply there but unmoving. "I'm right out," I said as I just reached and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. "Would you mind?" As I lifted the two quite heavily swollen organs with my hands. They were full, the skin taut and the nipples standing proud. Clearly Cindy was very ready to be milked. Perhaps she was hoping Katy would wake soon and want her feed. Perhaps that was why Cindy was not wearing a bra; perhaps simply being home she had not bothered but, whatever the reason, this time Cindy did not have a bra on – nursing or otherwise. "Mmmm." Lovely to push the nipple right to the back of my mouth and suck and feel and taste her sweet, thin, warm milk squirting into my mouth as I sucked. Lovely too to squeeze the other breast and to milk Cindy into the little milk jug I had brought around expressly for that purpose (hey! Get it?). Not that easy to ensure all went into the jug - it was a little small – and quite a lot went on her blouse. It occurred to me that sometime when I was playing with both Cindy and Carson I would have to point and squeeze Cindy's breasts in Carson's direction so the squirting started off, only to hang in the air time stopped on its way to Carson and for it to complete its journey once time restarted. It would be amusing to see his reaction. I did not think he shared my fetish at all – was a bit unnerved by Cindy's ability to produce milk. It amused me to get Cindy's white blouse a little wet from her milk and see what she did when time restarted – perhaps see her holding the wet material against her bra-less breasts, perhaps taking it off. "Oh," she squeaked and her hands did indeed come to her breasts. "Bother!" She said it as if it was not exactly the first time. With the precision of a master I stopped time again. Lovely to see her standing there with her hands clasping her own breasts. Pulling them a little way away from her I squeezed and milked her breasts through the material so more milk squirted out and onto the white cotton of her blouse before replacing her hands. "Oh, no!" She was looking down at herself, the front of her blouse now quite soaked with milk. It was very pleasing indeed to see her undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one and then removing it to put it into the washing machine. Yes, I had already seen them but so nice to watch through the crack of the door and see her undoing those buttons. Really nice as well seeing her moving around her kitchen topless, her cotton skirt swinging but above it nothing but her bare skin and those full breasts. I thought she looked simply magnificent and I think that was a fair description: though I do have a very soft spot for the girl. All very good but before Cindy went to get a new blouse could I perhaps get her a little wetter? I do not mean sexually though that would have been nice – but could I, perhaps, get her skirt and perhaps panties wet as well so they too needed to come off leaving her naked in the kitchen. I had a little think as I watched. Spilling the washing up water would have been an idea but she was not washing up! I wondered if I, perhaps, applied some ice from the fridge to her nether regions – right on her pee hole, (urethral opening if you like!) - whether that might cause an involuntary release. Yes actually get her to 'wet herself.' It was an amusing idea and worth the try. Time once more stopped and I acquired the cubes of ice from Cindy's freezer and strategically placed them right inside Cindy's knickers. Of course having tucked Cindy's skirt out of the way and pulled her knickers a little down, I found, coming face to face, so to speak, with Cindy's hairless mons and her little cleft had moved me from stage 1 sexual arousal to stage 2. It was more than a little obvious to me I was now going to sexually enjoy Cindy sometime before going home for that cup of tea. I had come merely to 'borrow' some milk – well I was going to 'come' in another way as well! A gasp from Cindy, her hands once more going to her breasts still wet from my earlier play, but this time naked in her hands and then a wide eyed look. Was she wetting herself? Was she really wetting herself? Cindy grasped the worktop looking distinctly surprised – as well she might with two cubes of ice in her knickers - and there, all of a sudden, was a little patter of falling liquid on the lino floor. Her hand began reaching so I stopped time. It would not do for Cindy to actually find the ice – there was no rational explanation for the cubes being there! Lifting Cindy's cotton skirt I could see just how well my plan had worked. A rather hot and wet damp patch on her knickers; even wetter and hotter when I delved in the knickers and extracted the ice. All rather naughty on my part! Unfortunately I rather got the impression Cindy had stopped the flow before it really got her clothes wet. I needed more wetness. With time stopped the sink tap was not working and so where was I to get some more warm liquid? Well, there was no real need for it to actually be her own pee - was there! It was time for TS Man to get into costume. With time stopped it was simple to just pop back home and leave my clothes and, indeed, my little, now filled, milk jug there. No need to worry about hiding them at Cindy's. Nice to return to the little scene in the kitchen. Cindy still frozen in time and her hand still moving down towards her knickers. I came up close to Cindy at her front. Much closer than I would have done in time. Yes, really invading her personal space. But, of course, I was about to do more than that. A lot more. I did not pull Cindy's knickers down, instead simply tucked my penis twixt her soft skin and her knickers. Yes, just tugging the material to one side underneath and tucking my semi limp penis in so the knob was squashed between the material and her inner lips - the elastic particularly holding me. I was about to do something unusually naughty. Something I had not done before. Something a little fetishistic. "I do like you Cindy, I really do." I kissed her on her lips, my arms around her and her damp breasts squashed against me as down below I relaxed my sphincter and began to pee in her knickers. You know, it really is nice to try and do something different every day! As I peed I felt myself becoming firmer - unsurprising given where I was! After a few moments I stepped backwards, pulling my penis from where it was held, so it bounded up wetting Cindy's skirt. Stopping my flow I could see I had made quite a mess - which was exactly the plan. I had released one of my penis fluids more than a few times around and in Cindy's sex - well now I had done it with the other! Out of the kitchen I restarted time. "Oh, oh no!" Through a crack in the door a horrified Cindy shaking her head and looking down at her wet skirt and the puddle on the floor. "No! I..." She did not verbalise any more but probably the negative ejaculation was from the thought the amount of wee did not equate to what she had felt leaving her body - but, of course, there was the evidence on her clothes and on the floor. To her there could be no other explanation. Nonetheless peculiar. Things would get stranger. Through the crack in the door I watched Cindy move across the kitchen to the washing machine and begin to unbutton her skirt. I had seen Cindy naked more than a few times but watching a girl stripping even without the music and exaggerated delay of 'The Stripper' is fun - and I was certainly being the 'Peeping Tom!' Off came the skirt and down came the knickers leaving one naked and rather damp girl. The rest of her clothes joining her blouse in the washing machine. Shaking her head Cindy came back across the kitchen, picked up the paper kitchen towel roll and bent down to wipe up the puddle on the lino. Bending away from me as she was I had the most pleasing view of her bottom and sex. There it all was in all its crinkled and enticing glory - and her bottom hole so very visible to me. Two orifices to do naughty things with on show. I stepped out around the door and towards her; my erection peeled and firm from the excitement of her stripping. Oops - careless. Very careless! I had forgotten to stop time. For a few seconds there were two naked people in the kitchen whilst time was flowing - a naked woman and a naked tumescent man. Had Cindy seen me? Had she out of the corner of her eye seen not just naked me but naked and aroused me? Well, hopefully not but with time now paused that was not my main concern or rather interest. That was centred on Cindy's bottom and sex. From the cupboard I pulled out a bottle of olive oil and lubricated myself up, placing the bottle conveniently to hand. Just so nice to grasp her hips, position myself and ease myself into Cindy. A little tight but in I slipped. A sigh of contentment from me. Such a shame Cindy and I did not do such things regularly. So nice to imagine Cindy as 'oversexed' and needing regular pleasuring and with Carson either not there, or already 'used,' me finding myself brought in to 'help out.' Easiest if by mutual consent between Carson and Cindy - but not a problem if it was just Cindy's little secret. How nice to receive the 'phone call or whisper across the garden fence. "Could you come and help me with my... um... problem" and perhaps find her bent over naked in the kitchen just as she was or naked spread eagled on the bed or perhaps simply topless as she had been earlier. But it was not so. I simply took my pleasure when I felt like it and I was certainly feeling like it then in the kitchen! Wonderful sensations as I pushed against Cindy's soft bottom and moved my penis to and fro. And then the usual time stop sex question - when to come? This was real sex, with a real woman but so much more like masturbation, as I have written before, as it was totally up to me when I finished the session. You can sit with a book or magazine enjoying the writer's erotic sentences and thoughts or the pictures in the magazine of naked ladies, naked men, enthusiastic couples or fast sports cars - whatever 'rocks your boat' - and happily wank away. Unless you 'overdo' things or get carried away you can, if you wish, carry on for an hour or even two with your penis erect and stimulated the whole time. I assume the ladies can do much the same though not being one I have no real reference point! It is just so the same with time stop sex. The other participant or participants does not have needs, does not want you to do this or that. It is all up to you. If you wish to enter the girls' showers, as I did after the hockey matches at the college, and spend time with - or should I say 'in' - everyone of the girls you can. Quite an amusing idea really to be able to watch a match and be able to say (proudly) to yourself that you have fucked every one of the team! It was the same with Cindy. Should I simply enjoy her in the kitchen or play more games? Given her rather damp state - and not just from her milk of course - might she go and shower? I could join her in that. Might she then go and have a rest on her bed? I could join her there too. Or what else might she do? Unlikely she might fancy an ice lolly or even have one in the fridge, yet, much as I was enjoying the vaginal intercourse, I really had enjoyed the oral sex in the park with Cindy and was very happy to repeat that. Lovely feelings and I did so like seeing my penis, firm and engorged, in Cindy's mouth! There was no risk of not having a further opportunity. Whatever she put on I could take off; wherever she went I could still take her there - even in the middle of the supermarket - although that had not been the best of plans! Slowly I pulled out of Cindy and smiled, looking down at my shiny knob with its little eye. I simply knew the next time the eye opened and the semen flowed out it would be in my lovely neighbour! I stepped back out of sight and let time flow. Cindy stood straight up and turned around in one fluid movement. Oops! She had seen something. A waggle of her hips as, no doubt, there was some residual feeling from the depression of her skin from my 'exercise' and dilation of her vagina. I was not there when she opened the kitchen door to look down the hallway. I only heard rather than saw Cindy go upstairs and turn on the shower. It was only a short shower and before I had made up my mind to stop time and enter the bathroom the water was turned off and I heard her step out. She was half way across the landing towards her bedroom when the telephone rang downstairs. She paused and then hurried down the stairs, dried but still naked to answer it: not even wrapped in a towel. Nice to watch her talking with a friend on the 'phone, making those gestures you do when speaking on the 'phone even though the person on the other end cannot see you. Possibly just as well. A videophone would not be the ideal thing really when you are undressed - though in this instance it was one of her young mother friends rather than a male acquaintance. It would not really have mattered. The 'phone was in the kitchen and near where Cindy was standing was the bottle of olive oil I had forgotten to put away. Nearby also various ingredients for the cake Cindy was making when she had her 'accident.' It had been rather fun seeing Cindy's reaction to apparently wetting herself and her clothes. Surprisingly enjoyable really. Into my mind came the image of Cindy out on a walk and slipping and falling into some mud and rising with her clothes heavily soiled, the mud clinging to her and the wet material of her clothes sticking to her. I liked the idea; so seemingly did my penis - it firmed up again. The idea of Cindy mud wrestling with another girl followed the idea of her muddy on a walk and then thoughts of how else might Cindy get messy began coming to mind. My eye alighted on the bottle of honey - runny, sticky, sweet honey - all ready for the cake. What would Cindy sticky with honey feel like? What indeed! Of course out of time I could simply squeeze out the honey all over Cindy's naked body, swirling it around her nipples and very deliberately squirt it on her mons and between her lower lips before squashing myself against her and enjoying what I suspected would be unusual tactile sensations; the honey sticky and pulling at our skin as I moved against Cindy or pulled away from her; a degree of resistance to any movement. But much better if it could happen by accident. Cindy merely surprised rather than frightened by the sudden appearance of the honey, and perhaps other things. As she talked on the 'phone Cindy's left hand went behind her seeking the back of a wooden chair to sit down. Her bottom did not quite reach the wood before I paused time; in the silence I re-entered the kitchen and picked up the plastic squeezable bottle of honey. My plan would not have worked with a jar! Whether or not in reality it would work or not as a plan did not really matter as I could add any necessary (and messy) finishing touches out of time. What was the plan? Simply it was the placing of the honey bottle under Cindy; not standing vertically so, as she sat down, it penetrated her - which would certainly have made her squeak - but lying flat with the top removed so her weight on the bottle as she sat down would nicely squirt the clear sticky honey out and hopefully over Cindy. I pointed it so it was facing forward and if the plan went perfectly the bottle would squirt a long stream of honey forward along her thighs and perhaps even onto her sex. Her bottom on the bottle resulting in a sort of honey ejaculation albeit only the one spurt but, hopefully, a long and copious stream of honey bottle ejaculate! I was not disappointed. The squeak from Cindy a delight as she shot upwards from the chair. It was unfortunate for Cindy that her sudden movement upset the plastic bottle of olive oil causing it to bounce into the air and pour a considerable amount of its contents all down Cindy, the oil running in a stream down between her breasts and over her tummy and drip from her honeyed mons to the floor. It was certainly a reminder to Cindy of how important it is to ensure the tops of bottles or jars are firmly screwed on before putting them away or unfortunate accidents can happen. Of course she could have no recollection of either leaving the honey on the chair or getting the olive oil bottle out in the first place; or, indeed. of the olive oil being in quite the wrong position at the table when she stood up but however faulty her memory was or how dramatic the spillage it had undoubtedly happened! "Oh, oh, oh no! Look Sandra, got to go - had a bit of an accident. Speak later." Of course it had not exactly been an accident. Not at all. It had been a very carefully executed operation by myself involving a fair bit of stop starting of time. Not easy to make it seem to Cindy as if the bottle had simply bounced into the air because of her movement but I had seemingly managed it. I had not, of course, finished with Cindy. There was going to be more mess to come before I allowed my very present erection to feel the warm stickiness of Cindy's honeyed sex and to add a further edible ingredient to those on her body. What else to add to Cindy's distress? On the table the further ingredients of the cake - eggs, butter, flour, chocolate, sugar and blackcurrant jam. The jam certainly had sticky potential. Eggs were possible and the flour might be amusing. The butter would be useful if I fancied a bit of a 'Last Tango in Paris,' though that was not actually my plan for the afternoon. Cindy put the phone back on its hook, turned to survey the mess and managed to slip on the oil which had dripped on the floor. Down she came - though not with too much of a bump (another piece of very careful time stop work) and knocked the table so both the jam and the flour fell. The blackcurrant jam falling in one single plop right on Cindy's right breast, the flour emptying itself over her head. Not so difficult to arrange actually. All I had to do was scoop the jam out directly above her out of time and leave it hanging in the air whilst placing the jar on its side just hanging over the table edge and doing roughly the same with the flour. To Cindy it would have looked as if both jar and packet had simply fallen over and disgorged their contents on her. Oh, yes, and with her legs up in the air and her sex so very visible I took the opportunity of squeezing out another few honey ejaculations from the bottle all ready to land on her sex when time restarted. She was just going to be so sticky there! Timestopper Begins Ch. 37 Splop and spooff! I think were the respective sounds of the jam and the flour! Spluttering from Cindy, "Eeek!" And she was up and out of the back door in seconds. I think it was the natural fight or flight reaction. Cindy chose flight and just got out of the seeming attack of the ingredients! There she was, stark naked, covered in honey, oil, blackcurrant jam and flour on the lawn in the sunshine. I had not expected quite that reaction. I thought it was time to feel what the honey felt like. Pausing time I walked around the kitchen avoiding the oil and flour on the floor and looked out through the half open door at the garden. It occurred to me that Cindy going outside opened further amusing opportunities. Nice to be able to play with her in the sunshine but there was rather more than that to do. Rather than stepping out and touching Cindy's honeyed mons with my erection – though that most certainly remained the plan - I closed the kitchen door a little more, crouched down and hid and allowed time to flow for a second before closing it a little more and giving another second of time before I closed the door completely and flicked the Yale lock leaving Cindy locked out in the garden. Locked out of her house, stark naked, unbelievably messy and without any means whatsoever of hiding her nakedness. The washing had not been put out to air! Back in my house, dressed and a few carefully taken photographs later (a little unfreezing of time as I caught her from an upstairs window), I walked out into my garden making a bit of a noise so Cindy could hear me. I heard the back door rattle and a rather rude expletive as Cindy discovered just what a jam she was in (yes, blackcurrant jam!). As I knew would happen after a little while she called to me. There really was nothing else she could do. There Cindy was, stark naked without even a pair of slippers, dripping with honey, oil and blackcurrant jam and locked out of her house in her back garden in broad daylight. At least she was not visible to a whole block of flats or a square of houses; but she certainly was to her neighbours – if any were looking. I, her trusted friend was called to help. Cindy explained in rather a choking voice, as if she had been crying, she was in 'a fix,' had locked herself out and could I come around and let her in. "I... I'm not quite decent. I... I'm in a bit of a mess as well." I could not simply chuck the key over the fence. I had, after all, only the front door key; a swop we had made 'in case.' Inside Cindy's house all was quiet. Katy had not wakened. Pausing time at the kitchen door I once more divested myself of my clothes. Naturally I was going to have a little 'play' with Cindy before my gallant rescue! With time unmoving any surprised neighbour watching naked Cindy was not going to see a second naked person step out into the garden or be perhaps shocked at what then transpired. Was Cindy a sight! Standing there on the lawn looking expectantly towards the back door, trying to maintain some sort of dignity, an arm across her breasts and a hand hiding her pubis, but failing to hide the fact she had honey, oil and blackcurrant jam on her body- to say nothing of the flour in her hair, on her face and down her body. Evidently she had had some attempt at cleaning herself with her fingers but it had both made them sticky and her more of a mess than when the various ingredients had fallen on her. Carefully I moved her arms and hands out of the way. Mmmm, blackcurrant jam and girl milk! Have you tried it? Thought not! Nice to squeeze Cindy's other breast and watch the milk squirt and freeze in time. Rather than lap it up I left it to add to the mess. As Cindy stood waiting on the lawn watching me come out of her house – once time restarted – she would also feel her milk running down and know I could see that as well as her messy nakedness. My re-erected penis stood firm and I touched the knob to Cindy's honeyed mons. The feeling rather pleasantly sticky; as I pulled away it sort of stuck to her a little bit; I liked that and did it a few times before pressing the whole shaft against her and getting an even stickier sensation particularly when I pulled away! It even made a noise. Nice to rub myself up and down her slit and over her 'honeyed mons;' the resistance from the honey to the movement a real pleasure. There was no reason not to return to the kitchen and come out with the slightly squashed honey bottle and squeeze yet more onto the sticky girl. No reason at all! And no reason at all not to squeeze it between her bottom cheeks – Cindy was not really going to notice that she had got even messier. And then the feel of all that squeezed honey in the cleft of her bottom as I pushed my now sticky shaft into that cleft – not with a view to penetrating her anus but so it lay up the cleft with my shaft and knob twixt her cheeks. Incredibly tactile with the honey and a faint but certainly audible sucking more than squelching sound as I moved myself up and down between the cheeks. Fucking fantastic! Up and down as I pushed myself against her oil slippery bottom cheeks. Actually it would have been quite nice to come just like that; my erection going up and down in her cleft and then spurting up her back - where she wouldn't be able to see it! Up and down and then a slipping under and between her honey sticky thighs. It was not at that point sexual intercourse. Waiting for me she had brought her legs together so my knob was simply pushing along her vulva and clasped by the soft skin of her thighs. So easy to do, because of the honey, but not a free and easy sliding as it would have been had it just been the olive oil – deliciously slippery as that would have been – but a more resistant sliding from the viscosity and stickiness of the honey. Wonderful – I could see myself changing from TS Man to 'Bee man' and carrying a jar of honey, leaving girls totally confused as to why their knickers and sex were all of a sudden sticky with what was undoubtedly honey. I could see myself really getting into honey sex! "Fuck, Cindy, just look at my cock," I said stepping back from her and revelling in the sensation of her sticky skin's seeming reluctance to let me go. I walked around to the front of her and gently moved one hand to hold me, curling her fingers around my shaft. It was certainly sticky and messy with the honey. "It's so close to going off I think perhaps three pulls on it with your hand would set it off. I wonder how high up your tummy it would shoot. Can't really make you more of a mess than you are! Fuck, Cindy, you can't imagine how sexy you look messed up like that. Come on, let's fuck!" What would she have said if I had suddenly started time like that and she found her hand around my honey sticky erection? I could not see her saying something about how nice it felt! I pulled myself stickily from Cindy's fingers – wow, nice! Being wanked by a honey sticky hand would have been rather excellent! I needed to take this all slowly and really enjoy it. I crouched and applied my tongue to Cindy's crack – so sweet with the honey, though a delight to lick at any time. A little time spent there with my tongue exploring before I walked around behind her again. Fun feeling with my fingers just how sticky her bottom and sex was – though that meant I got my fingers sticky too. It was time to fuck! A careful spreading of Cindy's legs, a bit more squirting of honey and then the application of a very sticky knob to Cindy's special entrance. Nice to revel in the stickiness around it; nice to push a little inwards in a sticky way; lovely to slide up into my friend and be, simply, very friendly. Surprisingly nice to feel my scrotum getting sticky and enjoy the tactile pull on that when it touched Cindy's skin. Of course nice to have done a lot more things in real time. I could imagine Cindy would enjoy applying honey to her nipples and running them up and down Carson's penis and feeling them momentarily held by the stickiness as she pulled them away. It was rather less likely she would be happy to do such things with me! Real time was not an option for me. Perhaps too much mess for regular play but I can report there is a lot to be said for both parties to a copulation, or any other kind of full on body involvement with one another, to do it whilst sticky Stickily, my very firm erection moved within the girl, my fingers squeezing oily and blackcurrant jam covered breasts causing yet more milk to come. Steady up and down movements from me and then, finally, the orgasm. Cindy's milk coming as I gripped her breasts whilst my own ejaculate spurted into her. It was most certainly a good one – long and productive! Phew! What fun. But now time to come and rescue Cindy in real time. First a little rearranging of her back into her modest pose; the bottle of honey picked up and put back on the chair in the kitchen and me wiped – well my hands and face anyway – and redressed. "Cindy, what on Earth!" I stood at the opened back door and simply stared. It was a remarkable scene. My surprise must have seemed completely genuine. "Don't stare. You've seen a naked woman before." "But, yes, but not like..." Not like that, not covered in a wide variety of cooking ingredients – do not forget all the flour over her hair, face and body – or with, I noticed as she moved and because I knew where to look, what was an unusual cooking ingredient dripping a little down her inner thighs. "What happened? How did..." "Ooh!" A twitch of her hips – had she just felt a certain intimate dilation and the residual feeling of my enthusiastic pounding. "I had an accident, well accidents and... oh, please go. Thank you but please leave me to get sorted out. This is just so embarrassing but thank..." A sound behind me and Carson walked out onto the scene. What a time to pick to come home! "Oh Carsie!" and she burst into floods of tears. "Huh?" Between the sobs, "I had a bit of an accident or two," she said as Carson stared from his naked and messy wife to me. It must have been quite a sight - and a puzzle. I made my retreat but nonetheless listened; first from the other side of the fence and then in their house as Cindy explained what had happened and how she had had to call me around to help. There was in reality nothing untoward about her being naked in the garden with me (and a wide variety of cooking ingredients). "I must look such a mess, what did he think of me?" "If I'm honest and I don't know what he thought, Cindy, but you can't imagine how sexy you look messed up like that. Come on, let's fuck!" Hey, my words exactly! "What! No!" "Yes!" "Not like this." "Yep, exactly like that!" "What's this?" I heard him ask. "That was blackcurrant jam." "And this other sticky stuff - oh it's honey. How did you get it down there? Fuck Cindy, I want you upstairs on the bed and spread. I want to eat you out like that, it all tastes so sweet and is so sticky." "No!" Cindy on towels thrown on their bed. Carson just pulling his clothes off and his erection literally springing into view – something I was temporarily incapable of. His head going straight down and between her thighs and very clear snuffling, licking noises coming to my ears – the sound of cunnilingus! "Mmmm. I like honey! I never thought. Wow! And what's this white stuff here and on your thigh? Is it flour mixed with oil? Sort of salty. I don't recognise the taste..." And Carson was back between Cindy's thighs and despite just how messy she was Cindy seemed to be really appreciating that, the tears were gone and a hand was stickily playing with her blackcurrant jam coated nipple! A shame I had used up my ejaculation: though so funny to see Carson lapping it up mixed with the sweet honey - probably rather nice actually - sweet and salty! Carson seemed to like the stickiness as much as I had done. Happy to roll his penis in the honey, evidently revelling in the tactile sensations as much as I had done. And then he presented it, sticky and shining with the stuff for his wife to suck. Yes, his knees astride her chest and his firm erection and swollen knob right in front of her mouth. Lovely to see her tongue come out and lick the honey. Nice to see the couple so happily at play. Cindy's tongue so gently licking at his knob, just little licks at it and the honey. Carson, no doubt, not just enjoying the sensations but the whole thing of hanging his equipment right in front of his wife's face. With a grin she licked all the way down his shaft, even licking his wrinkled scrotum - had he got honey on that too? And then she returned to his knob, taking it stickily between her lips. Some nice sucking, perhaps some nice tongue work, and then her lips sliding up and down Carson's shaft - lucky bloke! Clearly he was enjoying himself and began thrusting with his hips going what was evidently too far into her mouth. Cindy pushed Carson back and his knob came out of her mouth and bounced upwards. She was choking and trying to sit up. She pushed him off her. "Carsie! Don't do that. I don't like it. I just can't take so much - not all of it." The oral play was not over. It was just Carson was not going to be astride. She had him kneeling and, still lying on the bed, propped herself on her side, on her elbow before slipping her lips once more onto his penis, her hand holding it and giving her 'control' as she fellated him. It was, of course, all a bit too much for me. I had to stop time and take a walk. Not so much as to cool off from the sexuality of it all but, rather, quite the opposite – to give me time to 'warm up' and be able to mount an erection! I was not going to miss the opportunity of placing my own in Cindy's mouth. And, of course, I did not. Returning from a good long walk and dropping my clothes outside their bedroom I returned 'refreshed,' walking in on the couple with my penis rising - a friendly greeting! There was Cindy with her mouth still full of her husband's cock. Nice but it needed to change. Carson's cock needed to come out and mine go in. It was certainly sticky when I grasped it and eased him back and out. "Nice cock, Carson." I think I have said that before sometime, but it certainly was not a bad example of the manly appendage. It was certainly very firm in my hand. Sticky with honey and nicely wetted at the end from Cindy's mouth I did wonder whether this was perhaps a good opportunity to see what sucking a cock felt like – how big was it really in the mouth; what did the woman feel – was it nice? Carson's would certainly be sweet - honey sweet! I got quite close – but not quite close enough! Instead I went back to my original plan and slipped my own between Cindy's lips. I knew what that felt like and I liked that a lot! Soft, warm and wet – and with Cindy's tongue nicely positioned. I could feel it, soft yet with a little gentle rasping on my fraenum as I moved. I did not hurry myself – there was no need. I could move myself gently but enjoyably and let my hands roam over her naked body – or indeed Carson's had I been so minded, he was very much to hand and looking, I have to say, very manly with his fine erection. "Now look," I said to Carson, "watch this." Carefully I moved forward, sliding my cock millimetre by millimetre further into Cindy's mouth, my knob going further and further, clearly past her little hanging 'uvula' and on past her tonsils into her throat until I had the whole penis in her mouth and my balls resting on her chin. "Really Carson, this is how it should look! Not comfortable for the girl of course but so fine for the man. Would you like to try? She's your wife after all!" But of course Carson despite his fine erection did not move as much as a muscle. What was more, lying on the bed it was perfectly easy for me to slip from her mouth and move my penis back between her legs and enjoy a bit of fucking as well. Nice to have the choice. Nice to be able to swop around, again and again. Having come an hour before I was in no hurry to come, was happy that it took a bit of time to build myself up to an ejaculation. Happy just playing with Cindy's body. Finally my knob went back into Cindy's mouth, just such a pleasure each time to be able to watch myself popping it in there, and it did not come out again until it had done its thing. I had come vaginally earlier and I enjoy variety! Having come not very long before I did not think my little release would be too noticeable. Well, actually, it was very noticeable to me – wow, really electric, shudderingly ecstatic! But what I meant by 'noticeable' was to Cindy, my dear, lovely friend. My balls drained and my penis drooping I retreated from the scene to dress, watch and listen. I wondered if Carson had learnt anything from my demonstration of deep throating. There was though some considerable choking and gagging by Cindy; Carson pushed away and a certain amount of semen (mine) flying as Cindy coughed. "Fuck. Don't stick it so far and have you just come, Carsie?" "No?" "What's this then!" There was certainly semen on his knob and in Cindy's mouth. She was showing him - you could see my stuff! "No, I haven't. I mean, look, firm as anything!" It was certainly waving firmly in front of her face! He pulled on it and it bounced up impressively. "Well fuck me with it then!" And he did. Classic missionary but with a no doubt unusual sticky feel as Carson lay on top of Cindy and pushed himself in. His buttocks rising and falling as Cindy locked her legs over his back leaving me with a strange view of two bottom holes, a pair of bounding testes and a lengthening and shortening penile shaft as it worked away at Cindy making squelching, sucking intercourse type noises. Gasps and suitable grunting indicated both parties had reached a climax to their unusually sticky love making. I paused time again as they rolled apart and looked down on their sweaty and so sticky bodies. They had made such a mess of each other. Blackcurrant jam, honey and flour all over the place - mixed and smeared all over each other by the coming together of their bodies. Tempting almost to go and get some more sticky ingredients and make things even worse. Time for a cup of tea, I thought, and I left the couple freshly disengaged from the marital act. There would be a lot of washing later – not least of the towels on the bed! There was also a bit of clearing up to do downstairs as well! I supposed Cindy's awful day - an almost farcical scene, perhaps very accurately entitled 'Cindy is extremely silly' – had turned out all right. I had got away with a great deal, my friends had enjoyed some passionate and memorable love making and I had caused no upset whatsoever. The same could not be said of the next time I fucked Cindy – no, not at all. Timestopper Begins Ch. 38 Chapter 38 - Things fall apart It was the next weekend when things changed; the next Saturday when I was so much less discreet, so much less careful; the day when I messed things up: yet it all started so well. Perhaps it would not have happened had Nora been in. Yes, I had given her a little time to settle down with her baby before I reappeared in her life. I had enjoyed my copulation with her pregnant in the park: well it now seemed time to suckle on her breasts and renew my acquaintance with her genitalia! She, though, was not in. Perhaps they were away visiting her parents ors but I got no joy there. No joy at Dharini's either and I had got myself quite worked up at the prospect of stroking her lovely brown skin and deep blue black hair. The lights were not on. The same at Amanda's and Emily's. It was not my evening. How not my evening I had not yet appreciated at all. Cindy was not second best or fifth best for that matter. I had a very soft spot for her – and liked her soft spot very much indeed! I also liked variety and had been quite active with (and in) her recently. Really I had wanted a change. Carson and she were however in. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Well, no 'bush' with Cindy but... They were 'in' and it became clear Carson was going to be 'in' Cindy later! They were in their lounge on the sofa watching a comedy on the television. To be accurate, Carson was in the lounge watching the comedy but Cindy was just coming down the stairs. She was tugging a dressing gown around herself and from their conversation I gathered Cindy had just been upstairs feeding Katy. They settled down to a little cuddle and to watch the end of the film. I am patient. I could even watch the end of the film with them from the doorway! It was some comment but it got them into a bit of a playful tussle there on the sofa. To them it must have seemed just a result of their play but out of time I loosened Cindy's dressing gown and exposed her bra-less breasts - perhaps left like that from feeding Katy upstairs. Her nipples certainly had that slightly chewed look from feeding! Naturally I had a little suck and feed but not too much of a chew, I did not want her to feel too uncomfortable for marital relations later - did I? I left both of them out of her gown and lifted upwards so when time restarted they really bounced in that pleasing way men like. It was indeed a lovely bounce! "Oops" went Cindy and Carson made a playful and manly grab for them. Again a thing men like to do! What, though, he did not expect, and I admit I had not a little to do with it, was to find both nipples squirting milk at him as he did so. And, of course, I could aim out to time. The twin squirts caught him right on the face. Spluttering. "Oh, I don't like that Cindy. Oh, I really don't. Not for me. Do be more careful." "Don't be such a baby." Rather the reverse I would have thought! "I just don't..." "Come on, let's have a bath and you can wash my milk away. I don't know, I mean, really! And you expect me to suck that thing of yours and make you cum in my mouth or ejaculate all over my face." "That's different. That's..." "Huh?" Bath time for boys and girls. In the bath together - a sweet little scene. Did it mean they were about to make love? Cindy certainly was about to engage in sexual activity but that was by my choice – what I meant was, were they going to engage together? I left them for a little while but when I returned – now with my clothes hidden and me in costume (the old birthday suit) they were ever so sweetly washing each other and whilst Cindy's hands were not on Carson's penis at all it had risen up out of the bathwater like a periscope. To continue the submarine analogy, it did now seem likely Carson would later be loading his torpedo into Cindy's torpedo tube. Indeed, if I fancied carrying the analogy further I could no doubt arrange it that both Carson and my 'torpedoes' were fully loaded in Cindy's adjacent torpedo tubes and, what was more, fired! A happy little scene but so much nicer if they had invited me around to join them. It would have been a bit of a squash in their bath but all that slippery soapy flesh would have been so nice to feel in the warm water. How I so liked being friends with Cindy and Carson and how much more I would have liked to have been really good friends. Great fun talking with Carson about loading those tubes - even more fun actually doing it together, readying our torpedoes under the command of Capt. Cindy! A bit of giggling from Cindy as they dried off. The practical sound of teeth being brushed and then a glimpse of naked people crossing the landing. Cindy, though, paused to go in and check on little Katy. That could have meant a bit of a hold up in the fun whilst the little lass was fed but it seemed not. My surmise Katy had been fed earlier seemed correct. Cindy came out again with her big breasts still looking full of milk. I smiled I was going to have to do something about that! No sooner was her lovely round bottom gone through the bedroom door and partly closed behind her than I was across the landing and peeking in anxious to watch if I could. A nice little scene. The bedside light on revealing Carson on the bed with the covers thrown back, his more than half erect penis lying across his left thigh. Lovely to see Cindy still walking towards the bed, her bottom cheeks alternately rising and falling. So annoying I was not there by invitation - not that I could not have just stopped time, rushed forward and taken the, no doubt, nicely wet Cindy from the rear. Sex was not a problem - I could have as much contact as I wished - but it would have been so much nicer to be a real time part of the happening. So nice to be walking in through the door after Cindy and she turning and reaching for my erection. "Mmmm, look Carsie, a nice stiff one! I think I'm going to get fucked and there is nothing I can do about it!" In reality Cindy put her hands on the bed, lent forward and took Carson's knob into her mouth. Unsurprisingly it fully firmed but what was really nice to watch was the way Cindy gradually eased herself up on the bed without disengaging her mouth, rotated, raised a knee up and over Carson and then reversed her pudenda into his face until she was effectively sitting on it - and still with his penis in her mouth. Not too easy to see exactly what Carson was doing. He might well have been fucking her with his nose! It was much easier to see what Cindy was doing. They were in the classic soixante-neuf position. Cindy's breasts hung beneath her looking just so full and I was fascinated to see there was a steady, drip, drip, drip from the right nipple. Sexy or what! I had to stop time and go and suck. Lovely to lie down on the bed and ease my head in between the two of them. Under me Carson's quite soft tummy and above me Cindy's twin breasts just about hanging above me, there was not much space for me to squeeze into. My lips sought and sucked and the thin, sweet milk flowed - mmmm! As always I was being so good, so helpful. Cindy seemed over full and perhaps a little uncomfortable. Carson did not seem to like to suck. He would not like the dripping. I was helping both out. Refreshed, I returned to my hiding place to see what would happen next. It was to be cowgirl. In many ways the best position for the voyeur though there is a lot to be said for the doggy style! Lovely to see Cindy rise letting the penis drop from her mouth; get up on all fours; rotate herself around and then, grasping Carson's cock, carefully impale herself before commencing to ride. Nice to see her bend forward and kiss Carson and then use her tongue on his wet face - licking her own wetness in a rather naughty way! Nice too to then see her sitting upright as if on the saddle of a horse, bouncing up and down and letting her boobs move freely. I could not resist squeezing them out of time so when time restarted they both together squirted milk, showering Carson beneath her. I was being naughty – he really did not like that I knew. A change again - perhaps brought on by the shower of milk and Carson approached Cindy from the rear, mounting her in the way of the animals. A great position for a time stopper as it leaves breasts hanging and free and so available to him - or her. Once more I lay on the bed. My head simply upon it this time rather than on Carson's tummy. I came in between Cindy's arms so had time been flowing she would have got a great view of my erection! I looked upwards and there hanging were those two breasts I liked so much. Such a shame they would not swing out of time! Raising my head I could reach a nipple and once more I sucked. More hot milk! Moving a bit further under the couple, to bring my erection up close to Cindy, there right above me was Cindy's naked mons and indeed Carson's hanging testes and embedded penis. All the joined genitalia so wet looking, so swollen with excitement and for the moment at rest. Had the bed covers been over us it would have been positively steamy! Easy to raise my lips a little bit and slip my tongue into her little slit and, with the tip of my tongue, I explored until I settled upon her little magic button, all hard against my tongue. Gently with my lips I pulled on it, elongating it a little away from her; out of time once pulled it did not pull or spring back - that would only happen when time restarted, perhaps giving Cindy a real shiver of pleasure! Close by was the body end of Carson's turgid cock - only about an inch of it showing outside Cindy - but I was not quite touching that: the same could not be said for his hanging scrotum and balls. They had been resting on my closed eyelids when I had been tonguing Cindy! Well that was certainly something new! As I sucked on Cindy's 'little man' I raised my hips feeling with the end of my 'big man.' Yes, lovely! I had it squashed against her half open mouth. If I were to start time at that point, would Cindy have instinctively sucked it in? If I licked his shaft or gently sucked on a ball would Carson have moaned at the extra stimulation before wondering what was causing it? Could I just let time flow for a couple of seconds? No, of course not! Easing out from under them, I knelt in front of Cindy, this time able to watch as I brought my knob to her mouth.: but, of course, it was still only half open. I could rub against her lips, even push myself against the narrow opening but it was just too narrow to enter. Had I been minded I could certainly have filled her mouth: there was sufficient gap to let my semen spurting through her half open lips but, alas, not enough gap to enjoy the feeling of being in there. Once more I retreated. Would, perhaps, there be more fellatio? Unlikely now the copulation had started but there was a chance and I had a very strong desire to enter Cindy's mouth. Perhaps I could catch her at the point of orgasm with her mouth open and gasping in pleasure - perhaps! It was not as if I had to snatch my opportunities. I could wait and watch, even let them drop off to sleep as I had done before though, annoyingly, Cindy did not sleep like Dharini - and Carson was not stupefied with whisky either! I was in luck. Perhaps it was from what I had done to her clitoris or perhaps that just aided Carson's efforts from behind but Cindy came shortly afterwards. A sight to see from my vantage point: her pretty face suddenly wide eyed and with a look, sort of, of wonder; her mouth opening and closing and her whole frame shuddering. It was something to see! I was entranced and quite forgot to stop time and missed the open mouth opportunity completely. The luck had come to me and I had not taken it! Cindy slumped forward on the bed pulling Carson down and from herself. His erection bounded upwards in a most manly way but of course leaving it high and dry without a nice warm, wet place to play. Well, actually, not so much high and dry as high and wet! He knelt there looking down on his naked wife and then she slowly rolled over onto her back, leaving herself wide open to renewed intercourse. But as Carson eased himself down onto her and his knob touched her entrance there was another shudder from her. "No... oooh! Too sensitive still. Come in my mouth instead, Carsie." Cindy slowly got up on all fours again, but turned around so this time her mouth was towards Carson. "It's all wet!" But that did not stop her licking and then absorbing the penis into her mouth, her lips caressing the shaft up and down. I cannot report on the tongue and what it was doing - it was neither my mouth nor my penis so I have no information to impart. But it certainly looked jolly nice! Carson too began to move, gently rocking himself to and fro. Lovely to see this intimate and rather unnatural connection between man and woman. I think it quite lovely to watch though such a strange thing to do really. I can imagine a lovely formal but intensely private photograph for the wedding day. Bride seated in all her lovely finery, dressed to the nines; groom naked beside her and with his erection in her mouth, perhaps just slightly poking one cheek a little outwards, his hand resting on her shoulder and him smiling at the camera. The photographer ensuring the pose is just right; perhaps afterwards explaining he or she could do some bedroom scenes later if required - a photographic memento of their first marital copulation. The question though: when to swop myself for Carson? It was his, perhaps not unexpected, words that I heard next which decided the question. Carson's words were spoken and time stopped and I stepped back into the bedroom. I had paused time just so perfectly. Carson had kindly, as perhaps a good husband should, warned Cindy of the impending inundation of her tonsils but it also advised me of the event. It was those words -"Err, I'm cumming," that had caused me to pause time. Carefully I eased Cindy backwards; gently I eased her lips up the firm flesh until the corona and soft smooth glans appeared from her mouth. There out in the open, wet from Cindy and perfectly pointing at her mouth was Carson's quite fine erection and, due to my sheer brilliance (or luck) in stopping time I saw that, just at that moment, it was 'speaking.' From its little mouth a first spurt of semen was being expelled; rounded at the end and slightly bulbous, it was about one and a quarter inches in length out from his body. In time it was being projected towards Cindy's throat at about the normal speed limit for an urban area: out of time, it was like a short exposure photograph but in 3D and with the ability to touch. Frozen in time Carson's cum looked waxy and solid but was so clearly liquid when I touched it with my fingertip. Cindy's mouth so perfectly open; so penis shaped! There she was on all fours with hanging breasts and two erections in front of her face: one frozen in the actual act of ejaculation, the other swollen and quite capable of doing the same in short order! I closed my eyes and eased in. "Mmmm!" It was lovely. So warm and wet. And, just like Carson, I flexed my buttocks and gently fucked Cindy's mouth. "Would you like two loads all in one go?" Cindy needed to answer quickly, I could feel my balls drawing up, but how could she reply with her mouth full (and it was!)? Carson and me filling her at the same time. In time she would need a very big and wide mouth indeed to take two cocks at once but with time frozen technically there could be two ejaculations at the same time - well from everybody's perspective but my own which would see it as sequential! Of course if I was inside her other wet warm place whilst Carson was in her mouth then that would be a different matter! It would be truly at the same time. It was the idea, the idea I should not have had. Why not fuck Cindy and come just at the same moment exactly as Carson did: him one end, me the other? I could let time flow for just a second or two. Enough to feel and enjoy the companionable ejaculation. I mean, almost impossible to make happen normally - two men achieving a fully synchronised ejaculation! A second or so would, surely, not be enough really for me to be noticeable to him or her and, hey they would think it impossible anyway and ignore it so, really, it did not matter. Wonderful to be able to do what I liked! Withdrawing, I smiled down at my very swollen cock. There it was, next to Carson's, seconds of stimulation from 'going off.' Whilst next to it there was his actually ejaculating. If I did not push Cindy's mouth back onto Carson's knob she was going to get it all right on the face - it was, after all, already travelling. I could have, of course, with a couple of hand movements let myself go and decorated her before Carson. He was looking down and to him that first shot of his would have seemed to him to do so much more than he would have expected! Tempting - but no. I was, so foolishly, up for my other idea. Gently I pushed Cindy back onto Carson's pointing, ejaculating penis. The suspended pulse of semen returning to her mouth. It was going to complete its journey to her tonsils. Wonderful to go around to the back of Cindy as she knelt on the bed sucking Carson, her knees apart and her lovely hairless sex just so vulnerably open and inviting. Not more than a few minutes before Carson had been inside her bringing her to orgasm. He had left her just so fucked. Despite her insistence she was too sensitive and tender for him to penetrate again: that was not an obstacle to me. She was just so wet and slippery - exactly what was needed! Before inserting my worked up cock I buried my face in her sex. So deliciously wet, her swollen bits so suckable! In time she would have had to have been held or tied down for me to do this - given her sensitivity. Rising, I approached her on my knees, my erect penis waggling. That first touch so perfect and then a gentle sliding - almost no resistance to my entrance. My hands held her hips and began to ever so slightly rock her back and forth. Her vagina sliding on my stationary cock, her lips in consequence sliding just as gently on Carson's ejaculating penis. Such a lovely feeling, so wonderful doing this with my friends - it all felt so right, a woman being serviced from both ends! Back and forth, just so easily. Once again I felt my balls rise. Was I really going to do this in time. Was I? I was past the point of no return, I could feel the tightening of muscles and just as I felt the first spurt of my semen travelling up my erection I released time. "Oh fuck," I ejaculated both verbally and physically. It could not have been more than micro seconds apart: my first pulse hitting Cindy's cervix as Carson's hit her tonsils. The ultimate perfectly synchronised ejaculation. Clever eh? There was Carson in the half light of the bedroom at the other end of Cindy grimacing and, then, suddenly wide eyed at seeing me. "Uoogh," as my second spurt splashed into Cindy whilst at the other end, no doubt, the second of Carson's spurts shot into Cindy's mouth. An amazing synchronised ejaculation. "Wha..." he said as my and presumably his third shot came and I paused time as I pulled Cindy hard back towards me forcing my knob right up into her and moving her lips on Carson's penis. Back and forth I rocked her as my final spurts of semen pulsed into her. "Phew!" I breathed out. It had been one hell of an orgasm and amazingly synchronised with Carson's - though his still had to finish. What a first! What a clever thing to have done. Clever? Looking at Carson's face, a mixture of ecstasy, shock and anger I suddenly began to have my doubts. What had I done! Carson had just so seen me there fucking his wife and Cindy would not have missed those hands on her hips pushing and pulling her or the invasion of her sex by an undoubted penis - her very sensitive sex. She had not seen but would have more than felt my actions. My idea that they would not notice suddenly seeming mere wishful thinking. Timestopper Begins Ch. 38 There could , of course, be no explanation for what they had seen or felt and, indeed, I would be gone - disappeared - by the time of Carson's fourth semen pulse but even so... What were either of them going to think? I was going to have to be more careful in the future and leave them alone for a while. Or at least attempt nothing that could possibly leave any trace of strangeness. And talking of traces. Whilst I would be gone and back next door, there was more than a little trace I would be leaving behind: yes, my rather copious ejaculation inside Cindy. How much better to have simply come in her mouth and left Cindy thinking Carson had rather over ejaculated; little realising her substantial salty, warm and viscous mouthful was a subtle blend of not two but four testes together with the associated supporting glands. How much better indeed. I could so easily have stayed there next to him and so enjoyed Cindy's mouth before reinserting my friend to finish coming. How much better indeed! Carson kneeling there, staring, staring at me in disbelief in the midst of what might have been a wonderful orgasm; his penis still very much inserted in his wife's mouth. Is he seeing things; is he having some sort of erotic dream or is it nightmare? All far too short in time for him to react. If I had left it any longer, would he have pulled away from Cindy and headed around Cindy towards me whilst still ejaculating? Angry, violent even but also erect and spurting! All of a sudden what I had done did not seem quite such a good idea. Hey, it had been fun, really great, but all for two or three seconds really. Hopefully it would not upset anything with them. I mean, it could not, from their point of view have happened. It was essential, though, to remove those traces. Not so easy out of time with no running water to do a bit of washing – and it all got a bit gynaecological especially how far 'up' Cindy I had been ejaculating. But I did it. Listening in time outside the bedroom, my rather unlikely hope all would be ignored was not at all being realised. The trouble was, perhaps, Carson had seen and what was almost worse both had heard me. I did not stay long outside the door – not with Carson going to search the house, though I stayed in the house long enough to hear some unfortunate things. Of course he did not find me and, perhaps unfortunately, did not come around to me next door when I could have professed complete innocence and puzzlement even to the extent of demonstrating I had not just ejaculated in their bedroom – if they thought I had – by whipping out my cock and showing him it was capable of erection. Well, actually I would have needed to go for a long out of time walk first but that would have been no problem and also I would have needed Cindy's 'assistance' as, I doubt, with an angry Carson watching, I could have manually achieved an erection let alone made the thing 'work.' Now that would have been rather nice – especially if it had restored relations. Big smiles all round as my penis ejaculated into Cindy's palm. Clear proof of my innocence. Very possibly surprise on both Cindy and Carson's faces but nonetheless the warm fluid spurting into her hand as she worked it with the other. Perhaps it might have lead to even closer relations – Cindy apologising profusely and offering to give me a hand job any time I needed it until I got a girl friend and providing Carson was present of course. Unlikely, but a nice idea. Perhaps to make it more comfortable all round, Carson being 'done' at the same time. The two of us sitting there with Cindy holding one erection in each hand perhaps even going so far as to take her top off and make us come over a breast each. Perhaps an agreement that Thursday night was the night I cam around there's for supper and 'relief,' However, such pleasant daydreams were to be a thing of the past. Carson did not visit and, moreover, I soon found relations had not simply cooled but been terminated. It was a few phrases I heard about 'funny things happen,' 'my breasts seem to feel emptier when he is around,' 'how did I get so messy?' and, worse, 'we need to get away' which showed things were not at all right. The appearance of a 'For Sale' board the next day and when I attempted to speak, Carson told me in very briefly they did not want to speak or see me again. No explanation and despite my very puzzled look none was forthcoming. I was despondent but tried to look on the bright side. I still had my power and they were not my only friends. And I had enjoyed the escapade – actually. It had been stupid but, hey, I was not restricted to Cindy or my other friends. Better really to seek my pleasure further afield. No consequences to me, just fun, fun, fun. Had it been anyone else but Cindy and Carson then, perhaps, it would have been amusing to have let time flow for longer. Tempting to find another couple or couples I did not know, did not know like I knew Cindy and Carson, and create a similar experience. Amusing and erotic to me for the couple to suddenly find me – impossibly – engaged with them just at the wrong moment. The man temporarily half incapacitated by his orgasm suddenly finding me there naked and inserted in his girl. She would be none too pleased either. The ideal would be both having a simultaneous orgasm just as I appear – just so ruined by me! So funny the man pulling out with his erection spurting to come and deal with me! A simultaneous orgasm by the couple would, though. be unlikely if he was being orally serviced like with Cindy and Carson. It would need him doing something to the girl to promote her orgasm! Soixante-neuf perhaps with the man suddenly finding he is not just licking his girl but my inserted cock as well! Funny? Well, perhaps not – my balls would be just too vulnerable! Or with this imaginary couple in the dark. The girl suddenly finding herself being fucked just as he announces his imminent release in her mouth. The girl astride the man's legs and leaning forward with her bottom in the air. All of a sudden a firm penis inside her pushing at her, hands holding her hips. She pulls away from the man and screams in fear, her hands coming up and flapping behind her as she tries to push me away and, though I cannot see it in the dark, the man's orgasm coming, his penis, disappointingly for him, coming without further pleasurable stimulation just freely into the air and perhaps pulsing up and onto her face. He would not have a clue what was happening; she having hysterics, pulling to escape me and me hanging on and in, loving the pulling, wriggling sensations and coming in just such a different situation from my norm. Not the usual, albeit very pleasant, time stopped sex in a still and unanimated orifice but quite the opposite – quite the liveliest I would ever have enjoyed! And just as suddenly I would be gone leaving the distraught girl and the puzzled man. The light flicked on; the girl in tears and perhaps hysterical. What had happened? An intruder – but where was he? A ghost or poltergeist – but what is this dripping from between her legs? Ectoplasm? Perhaps me still there watching and silently laughing from a wardrobe or half opened doorway or simply gone out into the night leaving them behind to their sudden problem. Ha, why should it matter to me? I would not be seeing them again! What else with real time couples? A happy normal intercourse interrupted with the girl suddenly finding a second erection – not in her mouth, I have a fear of teeth – but in her bottom! Or why not tying up games? I had after all done that before with Mike and rather enjoyed his frustration and anger but then I had been punishing him. The girl knew nothing. Why did I need to bother with such scruples? A newly selected couple would not be seeing me again. I could tie them both up but the girl trussed with sex in mind; perhaps spread-eagled on the bed – either way up – and gagged. I would not like the screaming! But I was sure I would like the wriggling as she tried to avoid my invading erection – to no avail. The man, eyes bulging, pulling at his bonds but unable to do anything but watch me at play. Or perhaps trussed in an even more exposed way. I imagined her staring with wide eyes as I showed her my erection and then rubbed it on her breasts and sex taking pleasure in her struggles before I made for the wet entrance. And all the time the man watching, tied securely and safely to a chair or something suitable. Would his erection subside? Probably, but so amusing if my antics were sufficiently arousing for his erection to return. Perhaps I could force her to suck him whilst I fucked her or perhaps better still, walking fresh from my fuck on the bed, still wet and dripping cum, up to him revealing very clearly what I had just done to his girl. And like Mike I could make him cum too but just so not what he wanted. My hand stroking and then moving his cock, a persistent and stimulating motion, until, Bingo, the result! I would, of course, then step back to leave his cock spurting freely away on its own and just stand there smiling as he ejaculated all over himself. Funny – yeah! And what fun I could have with translocating people. An exceptionally pretty girl. Let's make her as black as anything, statuesque in physique, with wide hips and a large bosom plus lots of kinky black hair down below just drying herself from her bath when suddenly she is somewhere else. Easy to stop time and just pick her up, perhaps put her on a trolley or wheelchair and wheel her to a deserted house I had found down the street. She suddenly finding herself still naked from the bath but in a strange, empty house. Her surprise and perhaps fear – is she dreaming? What would she do? Probably she would move from room to room trying to find where she is, trying to find something to put on and then she would see me, naked and of course erect. What is her reaction? To run; run around the house naked trying to get away from me only to be cornered. Would I fancy the fight, using my greater strength to subdue and then penetrate her or would I simply take the easy option and tie her up out of time? As she runs away does she suddenly find herself gagged and then her hands tied behind her back? Not then so easy to fight and a lot more easy for me to overpower and have a very different form of sex from the still, time frozen and very compliant girls I had so often enjoyed with my power: rather, instead, a very animated and resisting girl. Me revelling in my power and greater strength (and aided by the bondage) taking her in such a primitive way. And, my pleasure over, the girl would find herself back in her bathroom. Safe in familiar surroundings. Was it all a terrible dream? It would not feel like it – nor would what is trickling down the inside of her so black and soft thighs suggest it was just a dream! Lots of things I could have done: but did not. They were just in my mind. How very different my thoughts had become from those before when I enjoyed my power without upsetting anyone - unless, of course, those people deserved it. I did not like upsetting people: it was not in my nature. I did not like confrontation and unpleasantness. I did not like violence. I did not really, when it came down to it, at all like the sort of things I was starting to imagine. But I had certainly upset my friends. It was not just Cindy and Carson; Dharini too had become distant – yes I had been invited around to that party and got on so well with Aja and Nitin but she had been reserved and had got even more so afterwards. Perhaps she had associated her wardrobe malfunctions with me. Not, though, Nitin's adventures - she knew nothing of them. I had seen him since and found out he was still invited to stay. That did make me wonder if he would try again – so risky without my power in the background! Dharini had got a different job on a different floor from me and I knew it was deliberate. Amanda had found another job elsewhere and I knew from Emily that was partly because of me – yes, just to get away from me. Emily had said Amanda found me 'creepy.' And even Emily had said she did not want me to come (yeah, right) around to hers again. It was the sudden realisation that those I regarded as friends did not like me – at all – and that was all from my own doing, my own arrogance in taking things too far and thinking I could get away with it. Actions have consequences and had I not found that out, big time! I could so easily have kept both the friendship and the surreptitious out of time sex had I not been so foolish, so arrogant, so sure it did not matter. So sure it did not matter when they, my friends, noticed odd things happening whilst I was around. It did matter - it mattered a lot and I was reaping the reward, big time. And so there you have it. The reason I was sitting on a bench, with my head in my hands, out on that lonely heath and feeling awful. That heath where I had first gained my remarkable power. A power I had been so careless with and, ultimately, stupid in its use. I had realised, too late, that friendship and companionship are so important, so absolutely essential: plentiful sex is indeed good but not in the same league. What a fool I had been. What a fool.