Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Oral Sex, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A mysterious package is delivered, granting the wearer the ability to control time.
I woke up in a cold sweat. My body shot up out of the nest of blankets I had created in my sleep. My perfect torso was covered in droplets of sweat, which alternately amalgamated in their descent down my body. My eyes were wide open, and I looked around frantically.
"OH MY GOD!" I shouted. Blinking deeply I came out of my nightmare. Calming down now, I pushed the covers to the side, as I swung my legs over the side of my bed. With a moan, I stood up shakily, and walked over to my bedroom window. Pushing aside the curtains, I let in the sunlight, which streamed across my face and body. I was 6'1" and solidly built. I swam on the college team and had a swimmer's body: lean, but muscular. I had flowing blond hair, and blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through people.
Running a hand backwards through my hair, I turned around and headed towards my shower to get ready. It was Sunday, but I had a major project that needed working on: Uses of Bionanotechnology in Clinical Research. Stripping off my sweatpants, I turned the shower up to the hottest it could go, waiting a few seconds until the steam began to billow and fill the room. Pulling aside the curtain, I stretch out my foot to touch the water when...
"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang. Frustration clouded my face. Now who could that be on a Sunday? I thought to myself. Wiping my foot on the floor mat, I stepped outside of the bathroom, and walked to the front of the house, avoiding windows in my naked state. As I reached the front door, I suddenly felt dizzy. A wave of nausea swept over me for a few seconds before I recovered.
"Whoa. I really should sit down," I remarked to myself. Peering through the curtains next to the door, I examined who had rang the doorbell. But no one was there. Instead, a brown package lay on my doorstep.
"That's odd. There shouldn't be any mail today," I muttered. Opening the door a crack, I reached outside and grabbed the package.
"Ah well," I said. "Maybe it's some promotional thing." I picked up the package, and cradled it under my arm, as I shut the front door. Walking over to the kitchen, I picked up a knife to open it, before remembering that the water was running.
"This can wait." Leaving the package on the dining counter, I walked over to the shower and got in, feeling the warm water suffuse my body. As it trickled over my extremities, I couldn't stop thinking about the package. Quickly shampooing my hair, I rinsed as fast as I could, in my eagerness to look inside the box.
Getting out of the shower, I dried myself quickly with my blue towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I grabbed my laptop and charger from my room, and walked over to the kitchen, where I began to boot up my laptop as I grabbed a grapefruit, and began quartering it for breakfast. As I cut with my left hand, I used my right hand to cut open the package with the knife, a task made possible by my ambidextrousness.
Finishing the grapefruit, I placed it into a bowl, throwing a spoon into it, and sliding it across the counter to the stools. Sitting down, I pulled open the cardboard of the box, while disassembling it, a motion made fast by constant practice. Inside, a smaller black velvet covered box lay immobilized by packing peanuts. Removing the smaller box, I opened it, revealing a gray light.
Squinting, I removed the object from inside the box, trying to get a good look at it. It appeared as if it were a ring. Sliding it onto my finger to check my assumption, the light instantly died out, revealing the ring in full.
It appeared to be carved out of a single piece of black obsidian. The band was thin, with three indentations in the top, filled with three unostentatious gems of three colors: green, yellow, and red. I removed the ring, and again the light began to glow.
How the hell does it do that? I wondered. The ring had no discernible region where light could emit. The band was too thin to contain any form of battery, as well. Hmm, I thought to myself. Maybe it's powered by some sort of solar energy. But then why would it stop in contact with skin? It was a mystery.
I picked up the box again, looking for a label to indicate the origin of the container. But there was none to be found.
I slipped the ring on my right hand, onto my ring finger. At least it looks cool, I thought to myself. Maybe I'll try wearing it for a bit. I began to eat my grapefruit, as my right hand began to dance over the keys, writing out my paper, giving life to the massive amounts of information and ideas present in my brain. Finishing the grapefruit, I typed faster. For three hours, I typed, spilling out 20 pages of information onto the word document in front of him.
At 1:30 p.m. I stopped for a break, my internal clock alerting him that it was time for lunch. As I got up to boil water for pasta, I absentmindedly touched the ring, brushing my thumb against the green gem. Another wave of nausea swept over him. As I touched the faucet, water streamed out at a higher than normal speed. I wonder what caused that, I thought to myself. Filling the pot with water, I put it on the stove, turning it on. I looked away to grab the box of pasta, and when I looked back two seconds later, the water was already boiling.
"That's really weird," I said out loud. I put the timer on for 14 minutes, enough time to perfectly cook the noodles. I walked away from the stove and stretched for about a minute. Then, the timer went off.
"I must have set it for the wrong time," I thought, turning around. Checking the noodles, however, I saw that they were perfectly done. I poured the noodles into a strainer, and then into a bowl. As I went to sit down, my eyes glanced by the clock. My eyes froze. As I watched, the second hand whizzed around the clock, as the minute hand drifted by at a constant speed, much much faster than normal. I walked over to the window and looked outside. Outside my house, a jogger ran by at 50 miles per hour.
Comprehension dawned on him, and my mouth dropped. "I've sped up. Time is going faster!" I said aloud, with growing excitement. "But what caused this?" Suddenly, I remembered the ring. Looking down at my hand, I adjusted the obsidian band. I felt the feeling of nausea again. Looking at the clock, it had slowed to normal speed.
"What in the world!" I said. Looking back at the box, I saw a white card, lying tucked in between the folds of the cardboard. Pulling out the business card, I examined the black embossed type, unsigned.
1) To speed time up, press the green jewel
2) To slow time down, press the yellow jewel
3) To stop time, press the red jewel
4) To return to normal time, touch the obsidian band
Flipping over the business card, I examined the other side. It was blank. Excitement flooded my mind and body. The amount of opportunities that I had were incredibly, and infinite.
My heart began to beat faster as I realized the immense amount of power I had. I have to protect this, I thought to myself. I tapped the red jewel, and instantly felt sick. The power that the ring exerts must cause the nausea as well, I thought, which I also felt when I got the package! I glanced up at my kitchen clock: completely frozen. I moved the business card through the air. It moved normally. Then, I released it. It stopped, frozen in midair. Huh. I guess if objects touch me, then they remain moving through time. I picked up the card from the middle of the air, placing it back into the box. I opened my front door, and walked outside, still dressed in a towel.
My god, I'm not wearing clothes, I briefly thought, before remembering that time was stopped anyway, and no one could see him. In realization of this, I stripped off the towel, exposing my naked toned physique to everyone who could see. A thrill ran through my body at the exhibitionism. I chuckled, and wandered over to a female jogger, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. Her face was contorted in the downstep, as her foot had just hit the pavement. Her boobs were up, bouncing from the impact, yet restrained from her sports bra. I reached out to touch her. Instantly, she began to move forward again until she moved past my finger, freezing again. This time, a look of surprise was frozen on her face, with her head slowly tilted towards my body.
Crap, I forgot. I tried touching her again, but the same thing happened again. Disappointed, I walked back into my house, grabbing the towel on the way in. As I entered my house, I glanced at the business card again. It was blank. Picking it up, I flipped it over. New text had appeared on the back of the card.
5) If an object is a touched while touching jewel, it will remain frozen until the power is stopped.
I walked back outside to the jogger. With one finger, I touched the red jewel, while with my other hand, I touched her forehead. Testing it, I took my finger of the jewel while touching her. She remained frozen. Yes! I thought with exhilaration. I grabbed her shirt, and pulled it up over her head. She didn't respond, and simply stood there, frozen in the act of running. I threw the shirt on the ground, and reached behind her back to pull the sports bra off over her head. It came off too, leaving her boobs exposed, and frozen slightly uplifted off her chest. I grabbed her boobs, feeling their weight and perfect smoothness as I lightly twisted her nipples.
"This is so cool," I murmured quietly. Reaching up to her head, I grabbed it, pulling it down to my now erect and throbbing penis. I pushed her into a kneeling position before pushing two of my fingers into her warm mouth, not unkindly, and pulling it apart, pushing her lips over her teeth. She remained frozen like that. I grabbed my penis, and slowly slipped it into her red lips.
I grabbed the back of her head, and pushed it forward. Down her lips went, swallowing, 2, 3, 5, all 7 inches of my dick, until her nose pressed up against my pubic hair. It appeared that frozen, she had no gag reflex. I groaned with pleasure and excitement. Pulling her head even tighter, I began to move my hips in and out of her mouth. She remained stiff on the ground, mouth open as I fucked her face, sliding my dick in and out of her warm, saliva filled mouth. Pressure began to build up inside my balls. I ignored it, going faster and faster as my need to cum overtook my mind. I thrust as deep as I could, as my balls tightened, and then began to shoot out rope after rope of my hot load. It sped into the back of her throat, spattering the walls. I moaned in ecstasy. None of my other girlfriends would let me do this.
Slowly, I regained my thought processes. Oh shit, I thought. I wonder if she can breath! I ran back into the house, changing into clothes. I walked back outside to the jogger, and quickly redid her clothes approximately the way they had been before. I stood her up, and tapped the obsidian band. I instantly felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I keeled over, before standing back up. In front of him, the jogger began to move again and then abruptly stopped as her eyes grew wide. Her nipples sprang to attention inside her shirt, clearly visible through both her bra and her tight jogging shirt. She knelt over, and coughed, spitting out as much of my seed as she could. She continued to cough for a few seconds before running her hand around the inside of her mouth, and swallowing.
I walked over to her. "Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was the weirdest thing! I was jogging, and the next moment I have this stuff in the back of my throat! The really weird thing was, it tasted like..." she trailed off.
"Like what? You really need to say, because if it's something bad you could have a serious medical condition," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Like ... cum. It tasted like cum. A bit sweeter than normal, though," she said quietly as she blushed.
"That's really weird," I commented. "Do you want some water to wash the taste away? You can come into my house for a second."
"Sure!" she replied. "That'd be good. It just tastes so weird. I'm Shannon, by the way."
"Alex," I said, walking back to my house. She followed. We walked inside, and I grabbed a glass. As I poured water into the cup, she reached over into the box, pulling out the white card.
"I don't mean to intrude," Shannon said, "but why do you have this pure white card sitting in this box?"
I looked over. Sure enough, this time ALL of the business card was completely white. "I don't know. Some friend dropped it by." I gave her the glass of water, and she quickly downed half of it, before swirling it around in her mouth and spitting it in my sink. She drank the rest at a more normal speed. As she did this, I couldn't help but look at her boobs, imagining them naked as they had been but mere moments ago. I decided I needed to return the favor that she unknowingly did to me. I tapped the red jewel, and then held it before touching her. The room instantly froze, and I blacked out. I woke up some time later. With all of the clocks frozen, I had no idea how long I'd been out. It didn't really matter anyway, though, because Shannon was frozen in the middle of my kitchen, her hand on the table.
I reached down to her tight jogging shorts, and pulled them off, swiftly removing them over her legs. I left them down around her ankles, before doing the same to her panties. I revealed her trimmed blond pussy, pubes shaved into a landing strip. I slowly laid her down on the cold tile. I knelt my face down between her legs, and ran my tongue up from her lower lips to her clit, before slowly drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently on it. Normally, this would get a reaction from a girl, but this time there was nothing. So, I began to stroke and tease her pussy, running my tongue and fingers over her lower lips and clit. I stiffened my tongue and began to fuck her pussy with it, while rolling my finger around her clit in circular motions, alternating between hard and soft movements.
I continued in this way, mixing it up, for around 10 minutes. I had no idea if she would be close to orgasm or not. I thrust my middle finger inside of her, in and out for a few minutes, before adding my index and ring fingers as well. Her pussy continued to lubricate as I pushed in and out. I brought my middle finger up to her G-spot, moving it around and providing plenty of stimulation to it. I pulled out my fingers after another 5 minutes. Growing tired of this, I pushed my finger into her anus. Still no reaction. I thrusted my finger in and out of it, and finally gave up.
Wait, fuck! She's been frozen this whole time! Of COURSE she's not going to orgasm! I belatedly realized. I picked her up off the ground, and put her back into her original position, pulling her underwear and shorts back up. Shit, I wonder how she'll react. I tapped the obsidian band, tensing myself this time. It was worse than before, but I managed to remain conscious, through sheer will. I slumped over for a few seconds, but as I came to full consciousness, I realized that that would not be a problem.