Chapter 10: Slut’s Frustrated Passion

Justin Sampson

“Now you listen here, you naughty little bitch!” Coach Johnson snarled as she ripped down Sam’s panties, a look of shock crossing my girlfriend’s face. “I can eat any cunt I want in this locker room.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Shock rooted me in place as my girlfriend’s brown bush came into view. Sam struggled to stop the lesbian coach from eating her pussy. She cried out my name as she fought to keep Coach Johnson away from her pussy.

“Justin! Help!” Sam cried, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

Anger shot through me with a fiery heat. I wasn’t furious at Coach Johnson, but at myself. Once again, I’d given a command without thinking through the consequences. The woman believed she could lick any pussy who came into her locker room now. That included my girlfriend’s pussy. And what about the girls who came in the next class?

They wouldn’t know that they could have an orgy in here.

“Shit!” I growled as I darted forward, my hard cock flopping before me.

“Stop this right now!” Sam hissed, both her hands pressed on the coach’s forehead. “I did not come in here to engage in lesbian coitus with you, Coach!”

“But I have to educate you!” Coach Johnson groaned, a strained, throaty quality to her voice. Her tongue thrust out before her, wiggling as she struggled to clear those last two inches to my girlfriend’s snatch.

I grabbed Coach Johnson by the shoulder and wrenched her head back. She glared at me, anger flaring across her face. She struggled to escape my grip, fighting hard. She had strength, her body possessing lean and compact build of a woman who pumped irons. She had a desperate look in her eyes as she struggled to obey my commands. I fought against her, but my hands, sweaty from fucking, slipped. I struggled to keep gripping her shoulder, but I couldn’t hold her back.

Her head dived for Sam’s pussy.

I needed to stop her!

A surge of power, diverted from the reservoir building up inside of me, raced through my body. It was like tingles that happened when my extremities fell asleep, those pins and needles of numb flesh. It raced down my arm to my hand. To my fingers. It poured into the woman.

She froze.

I gaped as she stopped moving, utterly paused. Her hair, sweeping about her shoulders, had halted in midair in a way that physics wouldn’t allow. Gravity should be pulling her tresses down and momentum should keep them whipping to the side.

I didn’t mean to freeze her. Didn’t know I could freeze her.

“What is going on?” Sam gasped.

I had no idea I could individually pause someone. Could I hypnotize Coach Johnson like this? I didn’t know, but I had to act. I leaned down and hissed in Coach Johnson’s ear, “You can only lick the girls’ pussies who are in this current class. No others. You can’t lick Sam’s pussy. You can’t lick your students who are in your other classes. Only this one.”

I released her. Time resumed for a few seconds after I let her go.

Her hair finished whipping around. She blinked, shaking her head. She stared up at Sam and said, “Oh, what am I doing? I can’t teach you. You’re not in this class.”

Coach Johnson rose on unsteady legs, confusion sweeping across her face. She looked at the other girls having an orgy, all but Aurora and Petra writhing in lesbian passion. Those two were standing together, holding each other’s hands.

“Mmm, I need to go teach Tracy. Those big boobs you have need to be educated.” The gym coach stumbled away, licking her lips. I let out a relieved sigh.

I glanced at my hands. This was such an unusual development. A useful one, but it drank up all my energy reserves. I could freeze one person, but it would delay how much longer it took until I could freeze everything. It felt like it used far, far more energy to hold one in stasis. I’d only frozen her for, what, a few moments? But it had wasted the last thirty minutes of my power’s buildup.

A twenty-fourth of my energy reserve.

I had to be careful about how to use this. What if I had done it when I was half full. Could I have wasted even more energy?

Then I realized that Sam was staring at me. Her eyes were blinking owlishly behind her glasses. She calmly pulled up her panties and then bent down to snag her sweatpants bunched around her ankles. I tensed, realizing she knew.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

As I drew up my sweatpants, everything became clear in my mind. Justin had frozen the coach for approximately thirty seconds. There was no denying that he’d utterly arrested the movement of her hair, defying multiple laws of physics. He had somehow generated a local time distortion centered solely around her.

I assessed my boyfriend. “You can stop time.” My eyes flicked up and down him. “You are behind the anomalies with the atomic clocks.”

“Yeah,” he said, a sheepish look crossing his face. He stood tense, like he was afraid. He scratched at the back of his head.

“That quip you made on the way to school was the truth. You can stop time with your mind. Is it only local?”

“I didn’t know I could freeze one person until just now. Normally ... I freeze everything. Mostly.” He added as an afterthought.

“Interesting.” My thoughts sorted through possibilities. “How do you do it?”

“Not really sure. There is just this sort of ... potential energy that grows inside of me. Power gatherers, then I can apply it to stop time.”

“You build up the potential to affect spacetime inside of you,” I stated, my mind dissecting his words. “Just like a battery storing an electrical charge?”

Justin nodded his head.

“Where does this temporal charge come from?”

“It appears to be external,” Justin answered. His forehead furrowed. “I really don’t understand how I build it up. Just that I can.”

“Is this connected to Project KRONOS?” I asked.

My boyfriend answered with a blank look.

“So you have never heard of any government project like that?” I asked despite already knowing the answer now.

“Project KRONOS is a government thing?” He gave me a look. “Sounds, like a conspiracy theory thing.”

I nodded my head. “I admit I do have a fascination with those sorts of things. I am a member of a number of websites and forums, both on the dark web and the normal internet, that dabble in this sort of things. My sources say that Project KRONOS was an attempt to manipulate time. Further, my source says that the NSA is operating in the area. They might be posing as those sewage workers lurking around our school.”

He frowned. “Searching for the source of the time discrepancy?”

“It is possible their calculations of the event are more precise than those of us on the internet have figured out.”

“Shit,” he said. “But ... come on, they couldn’t prove that someone was freezing time. I mean, it’s pretty crazy. How would they know who was doing it?”

“I presume that is why they have their agents roaming our school.”

He frowned. “Are you sure that they’re part of the government?”

“Well...” I shifted. “No, it could just be all a coincidence. The company’s name uses the same letters as the National Security Agency. My sources say they use an acrostic of their abbreviation for their fake business’s name.”

“Nasty Sewage Assault...” Justin’s eyebrows furrowed. “That is kind of a stupid name. I just thought...” He shook his head. “So, what, the government gave me these powers? And my sister?”

Was she responsible for the time that didn’t fit the pattern? “The ... lunchtime event was her?”

Justin nodded his head.

“Interesting. And, to your knowledge, you have had no contact with any sort of government agencies? You haven’t received any strange injection or had any weird medical procedures performed on you?”

“No, I mean, I haven’t even been to the dentist in over a year,” he said. “I don’t remember the last time I saw a doctor.”

“Hmm, perhaps this is just a conspiracy theory trying to explain this strange phenomenon. Still, we should be on our guard around those sewage workers.”

Justin nodded his head.

“And you can also hypnotize people, right?” I asked.

He froze. I don’t mean that time stopped, just that his body went entirely stiff. He swallowed, giving me a wary look.

“That is why I find it acceptable that you have sex with your mother,” I continued, “and why I am no longer jealous about Aurora.”

“Yeah.” He ran his hand through his messy, black hair. “You mad?”

“No. You didn’t make me into a slut like them.”

“You’re my friend,” Justin said. “I mean, I like you.”

I nodded my head. “You just made me bisexual and to accept things about your new lifestyle.”

“Well, I mean, if you did like me, I didn’t want there to be any sort of ... issues.”

“Very practical,” I said, nodding my head in approval. “I could’ve wasted a lot of emotional energy on being jealous of Aurora or your mother. It would probably have destroyed the affection I felt for you.”

A smiled across his lips. “That’s the Sam I know.”

A sudden rush of bubbling warmth rose inside of me. I acted without thought, seizing Justin’s kissing him hard. His lips felt so wonderful on mine. The blood rushed through my veins as I clung to his naked body. His arms wrapped around me, holding me.

Justin Sampson

It shocked me that Sam kissed me with such enthusiasm. Then I relaxed and enjoyed. I hugged her tight, cock rubbing against her sweatshirt-covered stomach. Her mouth was hot and eager on mine. She kissed me with such enthusiasm. I savored it.

Then she pulled away from me, her freckled cheeks blushing crimson. Catching me in the middle of the lesbian orgy hadn’t put color on her cheeks, but kissing me...

I grinned like a foolish boy.

“I shouldn’t have done that in the middle of your PE class,” she said, fiddling with her sweatshirt. “School is still in session.”

I shook my head. “You’re one of a kind. That’s what I like about you. Love about you.”

A smile slid across her lips for moment.

“So you’re really not mad at me?” I asked, still not quite believing it.

“As I said, you didn’t make me your slut,” she said calmly. “And since you are a great pervert, that is truly saying something.”

I glanced over at the orgy. “I am a big pervert.”

“So we shall continue dating. How often can you stop time?”

“Every twelve hours.”

She nodded her head. “Yes, you did disappear right after 8 AM. I thought you went into the restroom to screw your sex slave. I wasted time waiting for you to return.”

“Sorry,” I said, scratching at the back of my head. “I just got excited for the orgy. I didn’t think about anyone noticing me vanishing.”

She cocked her head. “Understandable. It is quite the ... stimulating sight.” She glanced over at the orgy. “So you can’t do it again after eight tonight right?”

I nodded my head again.

“Interesting.” She adjusted her shirt. “Well, I have to get to class. Enjoy your orgy.”

As she left, I turned around to face the orgy. Coach Johnson was devouring my sex slave Tracy’s pussy while she feasted upon Rebecca’s hot snatch. Aurora, still holding Petra’s hand, gave me a questioning look. I could see the tension on her face.

“It’s fine,” I said, my thoughts mulling over the possibility that the NSA could really be on our school. That they were searching for the source of this time distortion. For me and my sister.

“Oh, good, Master,” Aurora said. She wrenched her hand from Petra’s grip. “Whore, go suck your Master’s cock clean of your filthy ass!”

“Yes, Aurora,” Petra groaned.

The Hispanic girl raced forward, now completely under my mind-control power. The command I had given her, to be sexually frustrated until she surrendered and became my willing sex slave, had transformed her. No longer was she one of the three bitches who used to make my life miserable.

Now only Paris was left. How long could she last?

Petra’s large, golden-brown tits heaved before her. They were such big, lush breasts, like my mother’s. I smiled as the sex slave fell to her knees before me.

“I’ll suck your cock clean, Jefe!” she moaned, grabbing the base of my still-hard dick. She didn’t hesitate to engulfed my cock that was fresh from her asshole. Her lips sealed tight about it as she sucked. Her tongue fluttered around the edge, buffing the sensitive crown of my dick clean of her filthy ass.

Pleasure shot down my cock. My hands clenched. I let out a growl of pleasure as I savored her submission. Her head shifted from side to side, twisting her mouth around my cock is she polished me clean. Then she bobbed, working her tight lips up and down my cock, taking more and more of it as she eagerly cleaned me.

“Mmm, she is taking care of you, isn’t she?” Aurora asked, her dark-purple strap-on dildo swinging before her. She shuddered, her green eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Yeah, the little whore is loving my dick.” I glanced down at Petra. “You’re doing such a good job.”

She sucked harder, a wanton moan humming around my cock.

“Aurora, Coach Johnson’s pussy is looking lonely.” I grinned at my chief sex slave. “Why don’t you introduce your dildo to the dyke’s cunt?”

“You are the best Master ever!” she said, thrusting both her arms into the air like a cheerleader holding pom-poms. Well, she was a cheerleader. Her round, teenage breasts heaved. Then she whirled around, her golden ponytail slicing through the air behind her.

I watched as she darted towards the kneeling coach. She fell down behind the dyke feasting on Tracy. Aurora didn’t hesitate. I watched her cute tush tighten as she rammed herself forward. Coach Johnson moaned into Tracy’s snatch, the dyke clearly loving being speared.

I loved spreading pleasure.

I couldn’t look away from Aurora as she fucked the gym coach, her rump clenching every time she drove the dildo into the lesbian coach’s cunt. Her ponytail danced down her lithe back, switching back and forth as she plowed over and over into the dyke’s pussy.

It made my dick throb in Petra’s clingy mouth.

My Hispanic sex slave took more and more of my cock with every bob of her head. Soon my dick was nuzzling into the back of her throat. She whimpered, pulling her hand away from my shaft’s base. On her next bob, she swallowed the tip of my cock, skillfully sliding it down her gullet.

“Oh, my yes, you’ve deep-throated a dick before, whore!” I panted.

She just gripped my hips, taking more and more of my dick. She had to clean my entire shaft of her sour musk. She moaned the entire way, humming and massaging the tip of my dick. The sixteen-year-old whore knew what she was doing. She sucked me with such enthusiasm.

I groaned when her lips nuzzled into my dark bush. My entire dick was down her gullet. I twitched in her, my balls growing tighter with my cum. She moaned louder, humming, giving me all the pleasure she could. Her dark eyes shone up at me with glossy need.

I could see the submissive love in them. She was my sex slave as much as Aurora, Tracy, and Rebecca were.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she slid her lips back up my shaft. She sucked the entire way. “That’s how you clean my dick after its been in your ass, slut!”

“That’s right!” Aurora moaned, her flesh slapping into Coach Johnson’s ass. “Every time, whore!”

Aurora flashed me a grin over her shoulder, her green eyes twinkling. Her cheeks were flushed, her excitement bursting on her lips. She was having so much fun fucking girls with her strap-on. It was hot to watch. My dick throbbed in Petra’s sucking mouth.

The Hispanic sex slave raised her mouth up my shaft until her lips just reached the swell of my tip. She swirled her tongue around my sensitive crown, sending flutters of rapture rippling down my shaft. My nuts tense, coming closer and closer to boiling over.

“I’m going to spurt so much jizz into your mouth, skank!” I growled. “I’ve dreamed of flooding your mouth with jizz.”

“Now you get to cum in her mouth whenever you want, Master!” howled Aurora.

“Yes, I do!” I groaned as I erupted.

My balls unloaded their jizz into Petra’s sucking mouth. Cum spurted from my cock with powerful eruptions. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned in obvious delight. I heard her gulp down my seed, loving it, so eager for every drop spurting into her. I grunted with each blast.

It was heavenly.

Ecstasy filled me to my limit. My mind drank in the bliss with every blast as my balls fed Petra every drop of jizz she hungered for. My orgasm peaked in me. I swayed there, hearing Aurora gasp and moan as she came fucking Coach Johnson.

There was no way the NSA could know I stopped time. I bet those sewage workers even weren’t government agents. I pushed that all out of my mind, distracted by the chorus of feminine voices echoing around me. I loved my powers. Every one of my PE classes would be an orgy.

I surveyed the sights.

“Justin,” called Melissa, the Black girl leaning back on the tiled floor of the shower area. She spread her ebony thighs, exposing her shaved pussy, her pink, inner depths spreading apart. They glistened with her passion. “I don’t know how I missed that you’re such a stud, I am so wet for you. Cumming on Coach Johnson’s mouth wasn’t enough. Please, please, ram that dick in me.”

I grinned at her, stroking my hard cock. I’d made PE into my favorite class ever. I fell to my knees between her thighs, her dark fingers grabbing my beige cock. She guided me towards her hungry hole as I leaned over her. I braced myself on my left hand, my right seizing her round breasts. I squeezed her ebony flesh as the tip of my dick rubbed against her sixteen-year-old cunt.

I thrust into her depths. She whimpered, her face contorting in delight while her snatch clung hot around me. She shuddered, her thighs locking around my hips. My throaty moans burst from her lips while her eyes fluttered in delight. I squeezed her tits, pleasure rippling down my shaft. The bliss poured through me.

“I’ve never fucked a White guy before,” she moaned. “Damn, I should have. You White boys have great cocks.”

I grinned at her, drawing back my hips. Her cunt clung to my shaft, silky delight squeezing around me. I groaned, adding my passion to the echoing moans of the women around me. Flesh slapped flesh. Lips smacked as they sucked and nibbled and licked at hot cunts or hard nipples.

I slammed into Melissa’s depths, the silky friction becoming ecstasy that flowed down my balls. My meaty nuts smacked into her again and again. I stared into her dark eyes as she writhed beneath me. Pleasure rippled across her face while her snatch clenched and relaxed on my plunging dick. I squeezed and kneaded her ebony breasts, loving the contrast of my pale fingers on her flesh. It was so exciting to be in her. I was fucking one sexy Black girl.

“Damn, Melissa, you got a hot cunt!” I groaned, thrusting into her. “You know how to fuck, don’t you?”

She let out a throaty moaned. “I’ve never had a complaint before. Ooh, you know how to use that dick. Oh, yes, I’m gonna cum good on this cock!”

“Enjoy,” I groaned, thrusting harder, our flesh slapping together.

“I am, Justin!”

I leaned down and kissed her. She moaned into my lips as her breasts pressed into my chest. I squeezed her right tit, kneading it as her body moved beneath mine. Her hips undulated, stirring her cunt around my plunging cock. The pleasure built and built in my balls.

It was heavenly being in her. I grunted into her mouth as I buried into her again and again. My entire body drank in the delight. Her silky embrace spurred me to plunge into her cunt faster and faster. Her fingernails bit into my back, crushing me against her chest. Her thighs were locked around my waist.

“Yes, yes, make me cum!” she howled as she broke her kiss. “Make me cum on this cock! This big, White cock!”

“Damn!” I grunted, her pussy growing hotter. “You want to explode on my dick, slut.”

Her eyes flashed with passion. “Ooh, I am a slut in here. I never thought it would be, but ... Your dick is driving me wild! I just want to fuck and cum in the locker room!”

I slammed into her pussy’s sopping depths. “Can do it! Explode!”

“Yes!” she howled.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick, writhing about it. She trembled beneath me, passion flicking across her ebony features. Her fingernails bit into my back as she clutched me tight. Her snatch rippled around me, sucking at my dick. She was so eager for me to spurt into her pussy.

I hammered her climaxing pussy hard and fast. I buried into her writhing twat with all my passion. The pressure swelled at the tip of my dick. The growing ached drove my hips to keep pumping. I grunted, my face tensing. I hit that point were I couldn’t stop. I plunged my cock into her snatch with a wild thrust, her pussy sucking at my balls.

“Cum in me, Justin!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I growled and buried into the Black girl’s writhing cunt.

Jizz exploded out of me. I groaned as I fired blast after blast of my spunk into her. Her pussy milked me, drawing out all the jizz from my balls. Pleasure washed across my mind, stars bursting in my vision. A dizzy, heady thrill went through me.

I was cumming in this girl because my powers. She craved me because I hypnotize her. I gave her this bliss. I give all these girls bliss. I reveled in it, grunting with her moans. Enjoying the locker room orgy with them.