The Timestop [Str8] [Fm] [school] [anal] [huml] [cuck] [nc] [Fdom] [Mdom]

(This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, or any other kind of fiction, so any and all feedback/criticism is welcome. As long as this does not get completely demolished there will be atlas a second chapter.)

Before I discovered my “talent”, I had lived an unextraordinary life. I had spent my first 5 years of high school with only a small handful of friends and was by no means one of the star pupils or “populars” that you would find in any school. Outside of school my life was equally plain. I played football but was not good enough for any team, mainly because I was extremely unfit, but not fat.

My family were moderately rich, my father a business owner, but not decadent by any means. So, whilst I got most of the things I wanted in life, I was not swimming in cash. The same could not be said about those at my school. The majority of them were extremely well off. The type that spent their summers in the bahamas and their winters in the alps. Many of them fit the normal stereotypes for rich ids too. Most of the boys excelled at rugby and cricket, and most of the girls were hot (as rich girls seem to be for some reason) and usually stuck up.

I myself did not fit in well. I was not the best at rugby or cricket and I was by no means overly attractive. Standing at just over 6 foot I was an unremarkable 17 year old boy. I didn’t have a six pack or a strong jawline but at the same time I wasn’t morbidly obese. I made up well for my lack of sporting ability with my quite above average intelligence. I wasn’t as smart as the geeks, but I was a lot better at sport. I wasn’t as good at sport as the “jocks” but at the same time I wasn’t as thick as too short planks. I was uniquely average.

Well, until I began my 6th year.

The end of 5th year had brought dreaded GCSEs and after much study and hard work I had done well for myself. A mixture of A’s and A*’s mixed with a couple of B’s. I easily qualified for A level study and was accepted onto my chosen courses of Maths, Economics, History and Chemistry.

After having the summer off, the first day back in September rolled in. I got up and dressed as usual in my new uniform. Grabbed my empty school bag and walked to the train station. I spent the half hour journey in a trance with my headphones on like most people do. As I got off it had started to rain and I thanked my luck. Why had I chosen not to wear a hoody again? I rushed off at a jog from the station as to avoid getting completely soaked. About halfway there I decided that unless I took a shortcut then it’d look like I’d fallen into a river on my way in so I cut down between two shops and jogged down an alley. As I turned a corner at the end I bumped into a dark figure.

I was knocked to the floor on my front but I wasn’t hurt. I was more worried about whether I was going to get hit for ruining someone’s already miserable trip to work. I leapt up and turned.
“Oh shit! I’m so so-,“ I began. Then I realised there was no one there. “What the hell?” I muttered as I looked around. I couldn’t see anyone so I figured whoever I had bumped into didn’t care and had already hurried off toward wherever they had been headed.

The rest of my journey to school was uneventful as I managed to stay on my feet and didn’t collide with anyone else. Upon my arrival I made my way to registration class to find that I knew no one in it. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. I knew everyone bar the few new kids in it but I just disliked them. And they disliked me. I took a seat at the back and waited for our teacher to arrive. As I waited I thought back to the disappearing stranger who had knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t help feeling uneasy about it as if something was not quite right. However, before I could figure out what it was my reverie was interrupted by the arrival of our teacher. Immediately a low murmur broke out throughout the boys in the class and so i looked up.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed under my breath.

“Hello class, my name is Miss Jones and I will be your registrar for the year,” she said to the class. “You won’t recognise me as this is my first year teaching so I may need a little bit of help from you guys at times but I think we’ll get on brilliantly.”

I didn’t really care what she was saying because I wasn’t paying any attention whatsoever. The main reason for this was that she was a rock solid 11 out of 10. Where should I begin? Her blonde hair was tied back in a tight pony tail that reached the beginning of her shoulder blades. She had a thin face with strong cheekbones that met at an amazing pair of bright pink lips that I was already imagining being pressed to mine as teenage boys do. I couldn’t quite make out her eyes as they were behind a pair of black framed oakley style glasses but they looked just as good as the rest of her face. My eyes moved down her body to her white silk blouse that, despite being loose, complimented her boobs brilliantly. She was standing side on so I could tell they weren’t small by any means but at the same time were not too big. The bottom of her shirt was tucked into a skintight black skirt that just went past her knees and below it she wore a pair of black tights. From her side on position her ass looked so good that I could feel my eyes popping out of my head and my manhood swelling rapidly. As she strutted out from behind her desk I got a better look at her legs and, of course, they were perfect. Wow, I thought, not a bad start to the year. However, that didn’t last long.

“As I’m new here I don’t know any of you so learning your names will be a good start for today. So, let’s see…what’s your name?” she asked.

It must have taken five seconds for me to realise she was actually talking to be and might brain completely shut down as a guys does when a stunning woman talks to them.

“Uhh..J-Josh,” I stammered. Already mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot.

A low ripple of laughter went round the room along with mumbles of “oooh Miss Jones has an admirer” and more crude and loud calls of “boner”. I started going red but luckily the calls were silenced by a stern look from Miss Jones.

“Okay, It’s time for me to hand out your timetables,” she began after learning the names of each person in the class. “If anyone has any problems please bring them up and I will email timetabling.”

As she walked around the class handing the timetables out her swaying ass was followed by every pair of male eyes in the room but either she was oblivious or she just didn’t care.
“This is yours ‘J-Josh’,” she joked as she handed it to me and winked at me. I actually started to feel light headed due to the lack of blood still in my head. It felt like my trousers would rip if my dick got any harder.

I shook my head and looked down at my timetable. Oh no, double maths first thing on a Monday. Great. Oh and there’s a triple period of History on a Friday. I wonder who my chemistry teacher is? Oh fuck that same bitch as last year. Could this get any worse? Economics lets se-. What? Home economics? Is this a joke? I looked at my timetable in horror. Somehow, instead of learning about the economies of the world, the school had me down for a bloody cooking class. I could feel myself getting angry but then I realised it must just be a mistake. I’ll just take it up I realised. She’ll email someone and this will all be sorted.

As I stood I immediately realised I was in trouble. I was still semi erect and it was obvious. Not only that but my seating position and the height of her desk meant that, not only would everyone see as I walked past, but my dick would practically be resting on her desk. Shit I thought to myself.

I was contemplating what to do when I heard my name being called.

“Josh? Could you come up a second please?” Miss Jones asked.

Shit. I couldn’t very well sit here now. What was I going to do? So I decided I had little choice but to get up. I brought my timetable with me but it didn’t help much as a couple of girls turned and saw as I walked past. Oh god I thought as I heard giggles. I got to her desk and asked what it was.

“There seems to have been a slight problem with your choices. The economics class was fool and the only vacancy left in any class was in Home Economics with Mrs Carter. I’m really sorry but don’t think too negatively.”

Before I could protest the bell rang and she stood up.

“Okay class I’ll see you tomorrow. 9am sharp.”

I walked back to my desk and put my timetable in my bag. At least she didn’t notice my raging hard on I thought. Famous last words. I turned just as she walked past and my dick, sticking out a good inch from my leg, brushed firmly against the back go her hand. I let out an involuntary moan.

“Are you okay Josh? You should really watch where you’re going,” she said as she strutted off.

The rest of the day was a bore. Triple History and Chemistry meant that I was ready to kill myself by the end of the day, especially with the prospect of HE tomorrow. Atlas, from what I had gathered, the class was full of hot girls and supposedly the teacher was a bombshell. However, it looked like I was the only boy.

That night I lay awake in bed thinking about the day. Mainly Miss Jones and her unbelievable ass. I couldn’t sleep and decided I needed to do something about so I reached into my blazer pocket for my phone. However, below it felt something cold and metallic. I pulled it out to find a silvery ring with a small red gem in it. I thought back to my accident on the way to school. Whoever I had bumped into that morning must have given it to me. Oh well I thought, I’ll hand it into school tomorrow. I slipped it back into my blazer and lay back in bed with my phone. The next hour was spent imaging what I wanted to do to Miss Jones before I nodded off to sleep.

The next morning my journey to school was as dull as ever. About 5 minutes before my stop I took the ring out to look at it. What i hadn’t noticed the night before was that it had words engraved into it. “Prohibere. Principium.” it read. Strange i thought, must be latin. I got off the train and starting walking to school. The weather was a lot better today and for some reason I decided to slip the ring on. As I was walking I started thinking over the words.

“Prohibere,’ I muttered to myself. All of a sudden everything around me stopped. I froze. I looked around. Everything was frozen in time. The people. The Cars. Even the TVs in the shop window beside me. What the hell? I wondered. For a second I thought it was some kind of practical joke until I realised that the man beside me wasn’t breathing or moving whatsoever. I started to worry but after a minute he hadn’t started to go red so I stopped worrying about him and started worrying about my self. What had i done?

I lifted the ring to my face and read it.

“Principium,” I said and suddenly the world started again. Instantly just as it had stopped. Woah. I immediately slipped the ring off and pocketed it.

I spent the rest of the walk into school in awe of my discovery. What was this thing? I also spent the whole of registration thinking too. And also the whole of the walk to my HE class. After that my thinking stopped. I had other problems. I arrived to see my class. Shit. I looked up to the the 20 hottest (and bitchiest) girls in my year looking at me. I backed up against the wall behind me and pulled out my phone to try and make it seem like I was busy. I could here them giggling and calling me a weirdo and a fag. Great. What a great start to the year.

Then it got worse. The door opened and the class filed in. By the time I got in the only seat was at a table with 3 other girls at it. I knew everyone was still laughing at me so I ut my head down and tried to seem unfazed.

“Are you lost sweetie?” a condescending voice called from the front of class. I looked up to see our teacher looking at me. Holy shit I thought. Late 20s. Six foot. Tanned skin. Round, full lips. Blue eyes. Straight jet black hair down to her breasts. Despite being under a turtleneck I could still tell they were perfectly round and the perfect size. God not again. She turned and started writing on the board and, in doing so, showed off her perfect, legging clad bubble butt and prefect legs. She turned back to face me and pointed to the board where her name was now written.

“I’m Mrs Carter and this is an HE class. You know? For girls?” She laughed and so did the rest of the class. I could feel my face going bright red again.

“There was an error and I wa-“ She cut me off.

“I’m sorry. Did I ask for you to talk? Girls did you hear me ask him to talk?”. An even bigger laugh rippled through the room and she strutted toward me. Even though I was taller than her, I was seated so I had to look up at her.

“If I want you to talk boy then I will ask you to talk. Understood?.”

“Yes.” I replied through gritted teeth.

“Sorry?” she asked leaning over so my mouth was millimetres away from her ear. I could feel her breath on my neck and I could smell her perfume. “I think you forgot a word.”

“Yes. Miss.” I replied. I could feel my dick swelling and hated myself for it.

“Better,” she replied. “Now girls, let’s get cooking. On the board there is a recipe for cupcakes. I want to see how you can work in groups. Ingredients are in the middle table. Get cooking. I’ll be right back.”

She left the room and walked into the store at the back. I finally breathed again but not for long as the girls at my table stared at me.

“What?” I asked looking at them.

“Go get the ingredients weirdo,” one of them replied. “Or we’ll tell Mrs Carter about your friend,” she said looking down at my crotch. Oh god not again. The outline of my semi-hard dick was obvious. I realised I had no choice but do as I was told so I went to gather the stuff and brought it back. I spent the next hour watching as they did all the mixing and actual baking and I did the washing up and menial tasks. Just as we were putting them in the oven Mrs Carter reappeared. I didn’t actually see her but i heard her going round the desks asking questions, most of which were not cooking related. She then reached our table and I turned to face her whilst my jaw dropped though the floor.

The turtleneck was gone and in its place was a white vest top that was about 2 sizes too small around her boobs. To make matters worse she obviously had no bra on as I could see her nipples. She seemed taller and I realised why when she walked over to the cupboards opposite me and bent over sticking her perfect ass in the air. Her pumps were gone and she had a pair of 6 inch heels on that were definitely not school appropriate. My dick swoll up look it was a garden hose that had just been turned on. She spun round in an instant to catch me staring at her ass.

“Excuse me!’ she exclaimed in mock indignation. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I looked at her but my eyes were immediately drawn to her breast again.

“Get out right now you little pervert. You may come back in when we are done and you will clean up. Losing your break time should teach you to have some respect.”

I spent the next hour outside with a raging hard on to match my raging temper. By the time everyone had left I only had 10 minutes to clean before my maths class.

I finished just as the bell went at the end of break and rushed to maths. Upon arrival I learned that my teacher was Miss Jones. However I was in no mood to oggle her after my humiliation earlier. I was the first one out the door and the first one to football after lunch (Friday was games day).

The next weeks were the same. History and Chemistry bored me but were a haven from everyone else. Maths interested me partly because I enjoyed it and partly because I had an unbelievable teacher. And HE continued to be hell. Each lesson Mrs Carter would find a way to sexually taunt and humiliate me in front of the class. I also hadn’t touched the ring since that first day and it stayed buried in my pocket. Then that changed.

The Friday before halloween I arrived in HE to find Mrs Carter in a pair of black leggings and a white silk blouse. Wearing heels of course. She turned to the class.

“Okay girls, today we’re going to be making a traditional Sri Lankan cucumber curry,” she began, leading forward on her desk. She started to to go through the recipe and I zoned out. However just as she finished she then turned to face me and said,” but be careful how you hold the cucumbers girls. We wouldn’t want Josh getting excited would we?”

The weeks of humiliation finally caught up on me and I snapped. I slipped on the ring.

“Prohibere,” I muttered. The world froze and I walked straight unto her and stopped. Wait, would touching her change anything? I wasn’t sure so instead I grabbed her handbag and started going through it. I was just about the put it down when I saw the small black bag at the bottom. I took it out and opened it to find a small silver vibrator and remote. I looked at her and realised i didn’t care if i got caught. I put the vibrator down and walked up behind her. Before I could stop myself I spanked her as hard as I could. I tensed awaiting a scream but nothing came. I was now rock hard. I grasped her leggings and yanked them down to see her perfect ass clad in a skimpy black g-string. i also unbuttoned her bloused and let it slide down her arms to her desk to see a lacy white bra. I had an idea.

I walked to the back of the room and got the sharpest knife i could find. I returned to her and undid her bra before cutting the shoulder straps and pulled it off. I then marvelled at her perfect tits. Wow. It was cold in the room and her nipples started to harden. The idea that a picture would be good leverage dawned on me so I took one on my phone. Next I turned my attention to he g string and cut it off easily with the knife. As i bent to pick it up I could see all of her bald pussy. The sight of it and the smell started driving me crazy. I looked at her ass. Fuck it was gorgeous. I slowly pulled her ass cheeks apart to see he small hole. Boy did it look tight. I quickly undid my belt and pulled my trousers down. I dropped my boxers too. My dick sprang up and I aligned it with her ass. I hoped she’d be in pain when I was done. I took a deep breath and pushed in.

Suddenly she moaned and i stopped. Had she stopped being frozen? Nothing else happened. I pushed more and she moaned again. I couldn’t take any more so I plowed forward into her tight ass and went 9 inches deep. Suddenly she gasped and her ass started to contract. I grabbed her breasts from behind as she orgasmed on my cock. Just before she finished I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out and slammed in again and erupted inside her ass. I couldn’t believe it. I pulled out and wiped the rest of my cum off my dick. Her ass was so tight most off my cum had been trapped in it so little came off on my finger. I walked round the front of her desk and turned to her. Still frozen and wipe it across her lips.

I knew I should stop this but I wanted to do one more thing. I gather what i needed and stood behind her. First I poured a teaspoon of spices for the curry into my hand. With the other I spread her pussy as wide as i could and I pushed the spices deep inside her. Then I picked up her vibrator and put it in before pocketing the remote. I took her destroyed bra and panties and hid them in my bag. Then I went and buttoned her top up. Without a bra her nipples where painfully obvious but i didn’t care. I reached down to pull her leggings up and was greeted with the sight of my cum leaking from her ass. I had another brainwave. I took a picture with my phone and then went back to where she had left the cucumbers. I picked the thinnest one and cut a third off the end of it so it was about 4 inches long. I stood behind her again and spat on it before ramming it right up her ass. She grunted again but this time she didn’t orgasm.

My work was done so I pulled her leggings up, rebutted her blouse and returned to my seat. As I sat I turned the vibrator on from my pocket. I slipped the ring back on.

“Principium.”

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