TimeStop – Day 6

This story is about a guy who has the ability to stop time. If you don’t like the concept, don’t read it.

I suggest you read prior parts before reading this. For those of you that read and enjoy this, if you have ideas about where the story should go or things that should happen, send me a message (Again, I read comments, but I don’t take them too seriously, I find PMs to be a better form of communication). Thanks goes out to the several people who already wrote me with ideas. Most of this installment was reader influenced – there were a lot of ideas for what he does in school, with more coming – though I did work in a couple of my ideas in and changed a few in ways that I thought fit better. I apologize to those whose ideas I still haven’t fit in – I promise I’ll keep trying to work them into future installments.

Day 6 – Monday

Warren woke up to his alarm going off. His eyes jerked open, but he laid there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling. Then he shook his head and smiled, imagining the day before him. After spending several moments planning out his day, Warren finally reached over, slapped his alarm clock off and headed straight for the shower.

Rushing though the shower, Warren ignored his morning wood, not jerking off. When he was done in the bathroom, he walked out towards his room. His sister was waiting for the bathroom just outside it leaning against the wall in her robe. She said nothing, with her head facing the floor. However, walking by her, Warren noticed that the top of her robe was open much more than usual, giving him a view of the inside edges of her tits, almost to each nipple, but not quite. He guessed she must have been still out of it when she woke up, still thinking about what had went on with her over the weekend and just didn’t tie her robe properly.

The view of her tits didn’t even phase Warren though. He had seen her naked more often than not recently, so he just walked by her to his room. A little while later, he heard the bathroom door slam. Warren rushed through the rest of his morning, quickly getting dressed and eating breakfast. His mother made some comment in the kitchen about him seeming awfully awake for a Monday morning, but Warren just ignored it.

He finally slowed down as he made it to the bus stop. Warren knew he had close to fifteen minutes before the bus would come, so he thought about his day and all the fun he could have over the course of it, spending plenty of time wondering what Sandy had in store for him after school. But before that, even before he got to school, Warren knew he wanted to get off and decided, of all people, Margaret was going to be the one to help relieve him.

Just as Warren was thinking about how though, the bus showed up.

As he got on the bus, Warren saw the guy who usually tripped him chuck a ball of paper over the seats at Margaret. The guy turned and looked at Warren as he passed by, but didn’t stick his leg out. Warren had been kind of hoping he would so that he could kick him again for picking on Margaret. But as he got towards the back of the bus, another idea hit him.

There was no empty seat so Warren stopped at Margaret’s seat. She started to move her books so he could sit down, but instead of sitting down, Warren asked, “Do you mind if I sit next to the window? I’m dead tired and want to take a quick nap against it before getting to school.”

Warren saw a look of confusion on Margaret’s face, which he had expected as he had never asked that before. They had barely spoken at all before, the most having been Friday when he had kicked the paper-thrower. But she quickly shook off her confusion and responded, “Uhhh, sure.” Her tone made it sound more like a question than an answer.

Saying that, Margaret put her books back where they were and edged out of the seat to stand in the aisle behind Warren, letting him into the seat. He started to move into the seat, but before he could get into the seat fully, he felt a ball of paper hit off his side. It was a little sooner than he had planned, but Warren focused anger on the inside of his forehead, setting off the sting that he was so familiar with and stopping time.

Turning around, Warren saw the same guy turned and staring down the aisle towards him and Margaret, smiling and obviously happy with his latest paper ball throw. Glancing around the rest of the bus in front of them, Warren saw no one else looking back at them, save the old bus driver watching them in the mirror. Looking behind them, he saw that no one was looking directly at them either, though there were at least a few who would be able to see out of the corner of their eyes what he had planned.

Warren wondered for a bit whether the added eyes of the bus driver and the possibility of others catching glimpses should be enough to stop his plan. He didn’t think about it too long though, coming to the conclusion he was still going to follow through. Deciding this, Warren turned towards Margaret and pulled her arms straight up, then unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it up over her head revealing her tits spilling out of her bra and her thinner-than-expected stomach. He then reached around her wide frame and, after some effort, unhooked her bra, which he also pulled up and off her arms.

Feeling his dick rise to a full erection, Warren couldn’t help but stare for several moments at Margaret’s huge tits. Though he had seen them before on Friday, his memory didn’t serve them justice, as they somehow seemed even bigger with her standing up. His eyes went back and forth from checking out her full tits to zooming in on just her large light-colored nipples. Gaining some control, Warren pulled his eyes away and finished his project, pulling Margaret’s skirt and panties down around her ankles revealing her large blond bush. He then lowered Margaret’s arms back to where they had been.

Stepping back to where he was when time had stopped, just inside the seat, allowing the paper-thrower a full view of Margaret’s naked body, Warren started time. Instead of stopping time immediately upon starting it, Warren let a couple seconds go by before stopping it again.

When he did stop time again, Warren looked around. The paper-thrower was staring back at Margaret with eyes wide and mouth hanging open, obviously liking what he saw. The bus driver was also wide-eyed in the mirror. No one else from the front of the bus had noticed. Behind them, four people – two guys and two girls – had turned to look at Margaret’s ass. All were just looking though, as if confused, not staring in shock like the bus-driver and the paper-thrower.

It was at this point, seeing the people staring at Margaret’s backside, that Warren realized he had never seen her ass. To fix that, Warren climbed over the seat, nearly stepping on the people in the seat behind him, and stood in the aisle behind Margaret, looking at her ass. It wasn’t a huge ass, but easily the biggest he had seen since he discovered he could stop time. That of course was partially due to the fact that he didn’t try to look at any fat chicks’ asses though. Besides being wide, which he had expected given Margaret’s frame and hips, her ass also stuck out a noticeable amount. As Warren continued to stare though, he decided her ass didn’t look fat, just big. Her ass cheeks were like two large globes with a deep cleft between them. An idea sprang to his mind as he stared at that cleft.

Warren moved forward until he was just behind Margaret and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles. Already sporting hard wood, he inched forward and pushed it between her ass cheeks. He didn’t penetrate her. Rather, he buried his dick between her ass cheeks, then squeezed them together, making the shaft of his dick disappear between them, only his dick head was visible popping out above her ass crack. Slowly, Warren bent his knees, dragging his dick down through her ass crack while holding her cheeks tightly together until the head disappeared between her cheeks. Then he lightly thrust up again.

Warren was surprised at how good humping her ass cheeks felt. To him, it felt even better than when he had sex while time was stopped. He figured this was because he was continuously holding her ass cheeks tight over his dick, providing constant pressure on his dick, whereas if he fucked a girl, once her pussy spread to accommodate his dick, it would stay spread as long as time was stopped, not tightening around him.

The speed of Warren’s dick steadily increased between Margaret’s ass cheeks for several minutes. Then, with no warning, he abruptly stopped. A new idea, what he thought was a much better idea, crossed his mind. Warren stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side, and then took a few steps back. Reaching forward, he grabbed Margaret’s sides at about breast level and gently pulled her back. As he pulled her, he stepped back making room for her until he had Margaret lying naked face-up in the aisle of the bus. Her enormous tits, instead of drifting to the side like they normally would in a lying position, were hung down towards the bottom of her ribcage, the way they had been when she had been standing up.

Warren was only distracted for a few moments though as he quickly climbed down her body, turned around, and straddled her just below her chest. With one hand he pushed his dick down between her tits while the other pressed each tit against his dick, her tits of course staying where he had placed them. Then, moving quickly so as to not let his dick pop up from between her tits, Warren shifted the hand from his dick to the side of her tit and squeezed both of them together. He then began thrusting his dick forward and backward, fucking Margaret’s huge tits.

The feeling was even better than her ass. Her tits were larger and softer and felt better as his dick rubbed against the sides of them. They were also so big that even when the base of his dick was pressed against the bottom of her tits he could only just barely see the top of the head popping out the top. As Warren continued thrusting into her tits and squeezed them together, he let his thumbs roam over the girl’s large nipples, feeling the slight roughness of the areola and pressing the tips of her currently soft nipples.

It wasn’t long before Warren felt himself build towards an orgasm, which didn’t surprise him as he again hadn’t jerked off in his morning shower. However, the pressure on his dick was too much to let go of. Losing all cares for what happened, Warren sped up, thrusting harder and harder into Margaret’s tits while squeezing them continuously harder to increase the pressure.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as his first shot went off.

The first shot went up the few inches to Margaret’s face, but Warren didn’t stop thrusting. His next few went off between her tits, lubing them up before another shot went off while his dickhead was popping out the top, shooting cum onto her neck and upper chest. He continued thrusting, slowing down as his orgasm subsided. Most of the remainder of his cum came out between her tits, with very little more getting onto her neck and chest and just a few drops freezing in the air above her face.

Warren simply collapsed over Margaret’s head when he finished, his energy completely spent by the unexpectedly powerful orgasm he had just had.

When he finally got up, Warren looked at the mess he had made, and suddenly realized the problem he was in. He had no tissues to clean Margaret up with. Starting to worry, Warren quickly got up and put his boxers and pants back on, then started looking for some way to clean her up. At first he grabbed the paper ball that had been thrown at him, but realized that wasn’t going to work at all. He walked up and down the bus, looking in people’s seats hoping to find something. At the front of the bus, Warren saw a roll of paper towels on the side of the bus driver’s seat. Letting out a sigh of relief, he headed back to Margaret.

Now that he had a way to clean her up, Warren paused and admired Margaret’s body covered in his cum. The inside of her tits were absolutely smothered, the cum having been spread around by his repeated thrusting. Then there were the few small streaks up her upper chest and neck and that one longer streak going from the bottom of her chin over the side of her mouth and up to her cheek, as well as the few floating drops above her face. It was looking at that long streak that Warren realized that some of his cum was in her dental gear and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to get it out. He tried to ignore that and went about wiping off his cum from her tits, neck, and face.

Deciding to not even attempt to get the cum out of her dental gear, Warren returned the roll of paper towels to where it had been while throwing out those he used in the garbage back in the front, hoping no one would notice them. He then returned to Margaret and pulled her back up into a standing position where she had been when he had stopped time but raised her arms to get her clothes back on her. He pulled her panties and skirt up, then grabbed her bra. Since Margaret’s tits were still frozen displaced from him squeezing them, fucking them, and cleaning them, Warren had to mold them until they looked normal before even attempting to get her bra back on and her too-big tits tucked into the cups. It took quite some time until he felt he got it on as good as he could, the fact that the bra was too small definitely not helping. When he was satisfied it was as good as it would get, he pulled her shirt back down her arms, lowered her arms to where they had been, and buttoned her shirt. Then returning to where he had been standing when he stopped time, he set off the sting in his forehead to start it up again.

Warren continued to move towards his seat, trying to act normal. There was no immediate reaction when time had started. As he moved, he noticed Margaret’s face turn a deep red. Everyone behind them continued on like nothing had happened. Even those that had turned to see Margaret’s naked ass for a second had gone back to what they had been doing before, not giving it a second thought. However, taking his time to turn and sit down, Warren noticed the paper-thrower still staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed at Margaret. He also looked at the old bus driver just in time to see him shake his head and return his eyes to the front window.

Feeling he couldn’t drag it out any longer and still look normal, Warren sat down. It was when he did that that Margaret finally moved, quickly pushing herself into the seat and sitting down. She ended up accidentally sitting on her books before getting up and lifting them up before sitting down and placing them on her lap. She was still beet red and he saw her quickly adjust the cups of her bra, though she tried to be sneaky about it. He could also see her tongue running over her teeth inside her mouth where his cum was. He waited for a bit before deciding to talk to her.

“You don’t look very well. Are you okay?”

Margaret jerked her head over to look at him, as if the sound had surprised her. Then appearing to calm down, she replied, “I just had a really weird feeling. And I suddenly got a strange taste in my mouth.”

Hoping not to sound too obvious, Warren curiously asked, “Are you okay? Is it bad? Are you going to throw up?”

Margaret’s face became pensive as she replied, “No, I’m not going to throw up. It’s not bad, it’s just, well, I don’t know. It’s not like anything I’ve tasted before. But I think I’ll be okay. I must’ve just stood up too fast and gotten a little sick.”

Warren smiled, realizing Margaret had never tasted cum before. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go to sleep.”

Margaret smiled back at him, allowing him to still see a small trace of his cum in her dental gear. She just replied, “Okay,” then turned back to face forward.

Warren leaned his head against the window. Although he had used the idea of a nap as an excuse just to get her out of the seat so he could show her body to the paper-thrower, after the intense orgasm he had just been through, he felt like he really needed one. Soon enough, he was out cold.

Warren jerked awake to the feeling of Margaret poking his shoulder. “We’re here.”

In a complete daze, Warren looked around, then remembered he was on the bus still. “Oh, thanks.”

Margaret got up to walk off the bus. Warren followed and made his way into the school to his locker.

At his locker, Warren found Sandy waiting for him. Getting to his locker, he smiled and said, “Hey!”

Sandy leaned in and gave Warren a quick peck on the lips. Not used to such public displays of affection, Warren blushed. She then leaned up to his ear and whispered, “I can’t wait til after school!” Warren couldn’t help but turn an even deeper shade of red at that comment. She then pulled back and added, “I just wanted to say hi and tell you that before I headed off to class.”

Warren was about to respond when another girl interrupted him. “So this is Warren.”

Sandy jumped, then laughed when she saw who it was. “Yes Barb, this is Warren.” She then turned to Warren and introduced the two. “Warren meet Barbara. Barbara, Warren.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Barbara said, looking at Warren. Her tone led Warren to wonder how much exactly she had heard. “You guys seem to have hit it off pretty quick.”

Before Warren could respond, Sandy replied, “Sometimes you just know when you meet the right person. But we gotta get to class, let’s go Barb!” Pulling Barbara with her, Sandy started walking away, saying over her shoulder, “Bye, Warren!”

“It was nice meeting you, Warren,” Barbara added.

“Nice meeting you too. See you later Sandy.” Warren stood for a second at his locker, contemplating the awkward way in which he had just met Barbara, barely even getting to speak to her. But as the hallway started to clear out, he remembered he hadn’t even opened his locker yet. He quickly opened it, shoved what he didn’t need inside while grabbing what he did need, then slammed it shut and walked fast to class on the other side of the school, hoping to beat the bell.

He didn’t.

“You’re late,” Ms. Burkhart announced as he walked into class.

Even though she was smiling, obviously not caring that much, Warren couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as she singled him out. Most the class wasn’t even paying attention yet, though a few did laugh as he turned colors. “Sorry,” Warren uttered in response, quickly heading to his seat towards the back of the classroom. Halfway there though, a smile crossed Warren’s face. As soon as he sat down, he cringed, focusing anger on the inside of his forehead until he felt the sting that stopped time.

“Let’s see who gets singled out now,” Warren announced, getting out of his seat and walking towards the front of the classroom.

Ms. Burkhart had just shut the door and had turned back towards her desk. He had stopped time with her in mid-step. Warren wasted no time getting to what he wanted. He walked straight up to her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was unbuttoned down to her stomach, he stopped and pulled the sides apart and looked in at her bra-covered tits.

“Damn,” Warren muttered. He had forgotten that when he had fucked her the Friday before that she had worn a padded bra. Sure enough, she was wearing another, ruining Warren’s plan. He had wanted to get her nipples hard enough to stick through her shirt so that she would have to teach in front of the class while everyone could see her hard nipples. After his initial disappointment though, Warren shrugged and smiled, announcing to no one, “Oh well. No harm in trying!”

With that, he pulled Ms. Burkhart’s bra cups down, exposing her small tits. Warren was slightly disappointed to see her nipples already hard, like they had been the day he fucked her. That meant they probably weren’t going to get much harder and most likely not poke out through her shirt. After a brief frown while this ran through his mind, Warren smiled again, repeating to himself, “Oh well. No harm in trying!”

His hands immediately reached out for Ms. Burkhart’s nipples. He began rubbing, pinching,and twisting them, doing anything his mind could think of. His favorite was pulling the nipples out and stretching them as far as they could go, which had the effect of stretching her small tits into small cones that froze in place when he let go, rather than returning to a normal position. After staring for a bit, Warren pushed her boobs back in, making them look normal before resuming his play with her nipples.

It didn’t take long before Warren lowered his head to suck on a nipple while his fingers continued fondling the other. He gently ran his tongue over the nipple, then pressed his tongue against it and flicked it before lightly nibbling on it. When he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to her other nipple, bringing his hand back to the one he just finished.

When Warren was finally done, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Ms. Burkhart’s boobs looked slightly distorted, frozen in weird positions from his groping and sucking. Warren just smiled and decided not to do anything about it. He simply pulled her bra cups back up over her small boobs and re-buttoned her shirt.

Warren turned around and headed back to his seat. But he stopped short at the seat in front of him. The girl at the seat in front of him – he was pretty sure her name was Collette – had her head turned slightly in her desk, talking to the girl in the seat diagonal behind her over the arm rest part of the desk. In that position, her ample chest was pushed out more than normal. Warren had never really thought Collette was much of a looker – her face left much to be desired and she was a bit on the chubby side – but there was no denying that she had quite the rack. Looking at her rack on display as it was, he decided he needed a closer look.

Stepping closer to her, Warren reached down and pulled up Collette’s shirt. He took a moment to soak in the view of her tits in her bra cups, which were covered in some kind of design, avoiding looking at the slight roll in her stomach. While her boobs weren’t overflowing out like Margaret’s did, they did easily fill her bra. Of course, while large, her tits were not nearly the size of Margaret’s either.

Done checking out her bra, Warren pulled the bra cups down and to the side, exposing Collette’s big tits. He immediately noticed how white the girl’s tits were, definitely featuring the least color of any tits he had yet seen. Her nipples would probably have been considered a light color on a girl with more color, but even that light color stood out dramatically on Collette’s white skin. The areola were very wide – Warren estimated close to four inches in diameter, maybe more – with her completely soft nipples barely visible in the center of each.

Warren had to admit to himself that, while big, Collette’s tits weren’t very hot. He had seen smaller tits that he found much more attractive. But that didn’t stop him from playing with them.

Having just done his best to get Ms. Burkhart’s nipples as hard as they could get, Warren decided to do the same to Collette. First he tried to extend her soft nipples out a little, as if her nipples were hard. Despite his efforts though, he could not make that work to a point that it looked normal. Giving up on that, he simply played with her pseudo-extended nipples.

After some rubbing, pinching, and twisting, he tried pulling her nipples as far out from her body as he could, just like he had done with Ms. Burkhart. Letting go and allowing her boobs to freeze pulled out like that, Warren observed how Collette’s larger tits reacted slightly differently than Ms. Burkhart’s. Whereas Ms. Burkhart’s nipples had pulled out into a smooth cone that continued to the base of her small tits, Collette’s nipples created a slightly wider cone shape, but seemed separate from her tits, which remained slightly rounded despite being pulled out as much as was possible. Warren quickly got bored just looking though, and molded her boobs back into a roughly normal shape, then leaned down to suck on and lick her nipples.

Warren soon decided he was done and pulled Collette’s bra cups back up over her tits and her shirt back down. He stood up, but before moving, he looked over at the girl Collette was talking to.

“What the hell,” he stated aloud for no particular reason, then headed over to that girl, pulled up her shirt and fondled and sucked on her nipples.

Then he went to the girl next to her.

Then the one in front of her.

By the time Warren finally got back to his seat, he had checked out the tits of all eleven girls in his class – twelve if you count Ms. Burkhart. He saw big tits, small tits, fat tits, flat tits, braless tits, padded tits, uneven tits, soft tits, hard tits, a couple of black girls’ tits, and one Japanese girl’s tits. He saw just as wide a variety of different nipples.

He had fondled and sucked on all but two. One had medical tape in the shape of an X over her nipples. Not sure why it was there, or even if the tape would stick again while time was stopped if he pulled it off, Warren played with her full breasts for a short bit, but did nothing with her nipples. The other girl he didn’t suck on was a girl who had nipple rings. He was shocked to find the girl had them, as she looked totally straight edge, kind of on the preppy side if anything. Out of curiosity, he had touched the nipple rings, pulled lightly and twisted them, but quickly found that they freaked him out and moved onto the next girl.

In his seat, Warren sat for a few moments to let his mouth recover, which had gone somewhat dry from sucking on so many nipples. His arms and hands were slightly exhausted as well, so he let those rest on top of his desk. When he finally felt good enough, Warren returned to sitting how he had been when he had stopped time and started it back up again.

He couldn’t help but smile at the reaction.

When he had stopped time, Ms. Burkhart had been in the process of walking to her desk and several of the students in the class, girls and guys, had been talking.