Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 4 [timestop nc fondling mast mf]

For someone with superpowers, Jeremy was having kind of a disappointing day. First he’d been disappointed at the banks; after running all over the place he’d only been able to fill one tote bag with cash. Clearly, buying a house in the country was out of the question. Maybe he could rent a storage unit?
Then there was the thing with Suzie. Why had she been crying? Jeremy had waited behind the curtain, but nothing else had happened. After a few minutes, Rachel had knocked on the door to check on her, so Suzie dried her eyes and left. Jeremy had to sneak out after that; several of the others had felt a sudden need to line up for showers.
Jeremy walked for a long time, lost in thought. He kept time stopped, figuring the less time he left Petra bound and gagged the better it would be for everyone. Besides, the silence helped him to think.
He was considering finding a condemned warehouse or something, although he had no idea how to do that, when he looked up and found himself standing in the middle of a used car lot. A used car lot full of old RVs.
Maybe, he thought, this day wasn’t so disappointing after all.

Petra screamed into the gag until her voice was hoarse, but nobody came. She thrashed around until she was exhausted, but the black pillowcase was held tight around her neck and her head remained covered. She pulled and squirmed until her muscles were screaming, but the bonds held fast.
For a time, she slept. She wasn’t sure how long. She awoke with a familiar feeling in her gut, and knew instantly that Jeremy had moved her again.
It had been such a perfect plan. Seduce Jeremy, get him in a dark room, and trick him into fucking his own mother. A little emancipation of some pictures, a little fake evidence to support his actions, and bing-bang-boom, Jeremy would be in so much trouble he’d never bother Petra or her father again. How had it gone so wrong?
How had he guessed about the remote in her pocket?
Willing herself to remain silent and limp, Petra opened one eye slowly. She was still looking at the inside of a pillowcase, but now a little light had filtered in so she could see the fabric. She was somewhere with light. She could hear the faint chirp of a cricket and music playing on an old radio, some soft-rock love ballad, and there was a faintly metallic smell in the air.
She also realized that her legs were bare. She’d been wearing jeans before, but now she had a skirt on. The knowledge that she’d been undressed, that Jeremy had had his hands on her in places only her Daddy was allowed to touch, send a shudder of anger and revulsion through her.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Jeremy said brightly. Petra heard his footsteps crossing the room, then the creak of him squatting or kneeling beside her. “Hold still and let me take this off you.”
Petra turned her eyes toward the voice. The hood lifted, and she fixed a glare of hatred on Jeremy’s face, trying to make his head explode through sheer force of will.
“Jeez,” Jeremy said, frowning at her, “I’m real sorry that it went this way. But look, it’ll all be okay, alright?”
Petra ground her teeth against the gag in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on Jeremy’s. She desperately wanted to look around and get her bearings, but she even more desperately wanted to make him uncomfortable.
Jeremy looked away first, taking a deep breath. “Look, I want to talk to you, alright? There’s some things I need to talk to you about.”
Petra couldn’t answer, so she took the opportunity to look around. They were in a camper or something, by the looks of it. It was a pretty big one, with a kitchenette, a sofa-like bench, a bed, and a door that probably led to a bathroom in back. The windows were covered with heavy curtains, fastened to the wall.
Jeremy was wearing an old t-shirt with some big-breasted Japanese cartoon character on it and a pair of dark slacks. On his belt was a little black box, and a bunch of wires ran up from it, under his shirt and out to his left hand, which was covered with a black glove.
Petra herself was apparently dressed in a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. She looked down at herself, then back to Jeremy again, redoubling her head-exploding efforts.
“Sorry about that,” he said, looking her way again. “I, uh… thought it would be easier if you had to use the bathroom, and I haven’t gone to your place for clothes yet. This was all I had. It’s in your size, never been worn, I promise.”
Petra rolled her eyes. Of course. What creepy stalker was complete without a Japanese schoolgirl uniform in the exact size for his victim? Part of her wondered how he’d had her measurements to begin with. Another part of her wondered why he thought “haven’t done it yet” was a valid excuse for someone who could stop time.
Jeremy sighed and sat on the floor across from her, leaning against the wall. “Look, this is… well, it’s an intervention. I’m sorry that I had to take you away like this, but you’re sick, and I need to help you.”
Petra tried to say “fuck you”, but what came out was a muffled bunch of nonsense. Jeremy seemed to understand regardless.
“I really want to take out that gag, so we can talk,” he said. “I’ll be honest, I’ve really got no idea how to go about this sort of thing, but I think that communication is… well, important. Can I trust you not to just start screaming?”
Petra blinked at him.
Jeremy shrugged. “I guess I have to give you the benefit of the doubt,” he said, leaning in and pulling the piece of cloth out of her mouth.
“HELP! I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A STALKER RAPIST!” Petra screamed, startling Jeremy so badly that he jumped back, leaving the wet gag hanging around her neck. “Please,” he said, “we’re really far from anyone who can hear-”
“HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP!”
“Will you stop-”
“HELP! RAPIST!”
“I’m not a rapist!”
“UGLY RAPIST!”
“Shut up!”
“UGLY STUPID TINY-DICKED-”
“Argh!”

Jeremy rubbed his temples, looking at Petra’s frozen face between the seconds. She was locked in mid-scream, pulling at the ropes that held her wrists behind her against the luggage rack, and her lips were curled back so far that he could see her gums.
“I’m getting a headache,” he said, reaching in and gently replacing the gag in Petra’s mouth.

Petra’s scream was cut off by the sudden reappearance of her gag. “Mfhr frgkrr,” she said, leaning back and relaxing once more.
Jeremy looked down, unable to meet her gaze anymore. “Listen, we’re really far away from people. They won’t hear you. I want to talk. Just talk.”
Petra sat silently for a few moments, breathing slowly. After a minute, her gag disappeared again.
“There,” Jeremy said. “Now, can we please talk?”
“You didn’t want to talk when you texted me,” she said, dripping venom with every syllable.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. “Things just… got out of hand. But I really did want to talk. To help you.”
“I don’t need your help. I need to be let out of here.”
“I’ll let you out, alright? When we’re done… when I’m sure you’re okay.”
“I was fine, until you blackmailed me!”
“No! No. That was… it was the only way to get your attention. To get you to listen to me. I have to save you.”
“Save me? Save me from what? You’re the only thing I need saving from!”
“I was trying to save you from your father!” Jeremy snapped, slapping a hand against the wall behind him. “He’s abusing you!”
Petra laughed. She couldn’t help it. It just came out. “Abusing? My Daddy loves me! He’d never hurt me, never! The only one abusing anyone is you!”
“He’s molesting you!”
Petra laughed again, but this time she couldn’t stop. She kept laughing and laughing until Jeremy’s face turned red and he banged his fist on the wall.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded.
“Oh my God, you sad little pervert, you just don’t get it. I started it!”
“You started… what?”
“My Daddy. I seduced him. I made him take me to a theater in slutty clothes. I played with his big dick. I shoved it in my mouth and made him cum. I swallowed it all and I loved it!”
She was still laughing at him when Jeremy clenched his fists and disappeared.

Jeremy screamed in frustration to the silent trailer. He clenched and unclenched his right hand until it hurt, staring through tears at Petra’s face. Petra, his wounded princess, frozen in the throes of laughter.
How could she laugh at him? Didn’t she know he cared about her? Couldn’t she see how much he loved her?
A walk, that was what he needed. A walk, time to figure things out. Taking one last look at Petra and reminding himself how much she needed him, Jeremy got up and left the trailer.
At least one thing was clear: his work with the remote had been a success. He’d managed to solder connections from the buttons on its circuit board to the pads of his fingers in his glove, and now he could start and stop time as he pleased with just a gesture. There were some other buttons he was curious about, too, but he hadn’t worked up the courage to use them just yet.
Now if he could just find another remote for changing people’s minds, he’d be in business.
Jeremy thought back to Suzie, crying if the bathroom after he’d played with her. He had been sure that she would feel good having a spontaneous orgasm, but she hadn’t appreciated his help either. Was it just him?
He distracted himself by stopping and starting time with his glove. It was an easy gesture to make, but one he wanted to get really good at, in case he ever needed to act quickly. Petra would be alone with time passing, but that wasn’t really a concern. The camper’s walls were damn near soundproof, and the campsite he’d rented was pretty far from anyone who might hear anything. As for the ropes, well, when most kids were learning to be criminals and manipulate people, Jeremy had been working toward Eagle Scout. Those ropes were going nowhere.
Jeremy was pushing his way through some branches when he heard a noise. Stopping time, he moved toward it, and found he’d come close to another campsite.
Two tents were standing in a clearing next to an SUV. A fire glowed between them, and a man and woman were sitting on stumps staring into it. The smaller of the two tents was zipped up, and the larger contained two sleeping bags; it seemed that he’d stumbled into someone’s family outing.
Jeremy found a log to sit on where he could watch the couple from without being seen, then started time again. He wasn’t sure why he felt drawn to observe the couple. Perhaps it was jealousy or longing for the peaceful life of a mother and father. Or maybe it was the way the firelight played off the woman’s body, drawing his eye to her full hips and the swell of her chest under her jacket. More than likely, he thought, it was both.
She had a pretty face, and Jeremy could almost see back in time to when she’d been young and new; she was one of those girls who is perpetually cute, no matter what she does, he thought, and the passage of years had matured her into a sort of soft-edged sexiness. He could imagine her as the mom down the street who always says hello but never pries into her neighbors’ lives; the one you could count on to borrow a lawnmower or an umbrella from. Her hair was cut short, barely licking the base of her neck, and she had subtle smile lines at the corners of her mouth.
She wasn’t smiling tonight, though. She and her husband sat in silence, watching the fire burn down. Jeremy watched for a while, but neither one of them seemed to be even looking at each other, much less speaking.
After about twenty minutes, the man finally turned to look at his wife. He opened his mouth a couple times before he finally spoke. “Nina, I…”
“Yes?” she replied, glancing toward him.
There was a pause long enough for half a breath before he spoke again. “Nothing. I’m going to turn in. Goodnight.”
“‘Night.”
Jeremy watched him leave, waiting until the tent flap was closed before stopping time and stepping into the clearing. “Nina” remained on her stump, with the still image of the fire reflected in her eyes.
The fire itself was a distracting oddity as well. It was completely still, but Jeremy could feel the heat from it in the air as he moved closer. Tongues of flame teased the mostly-charcoal fuel, but as he moved around he was able to see them in a more three-dimensional way than he’d ever noticed before. It was like pausing a video game, then moving around the 3D models with the camera, except that he was really here.
Jeremy crouched down next to Nina, looking into the fire alongside her. “Nice night,” he said. “Don’t you think?”
Nina didn’t answer, so Jeremy spoke again. “I wonder what’s going on with you. A husband and wife, out in the woods at night… you ought to be in there, making love, not out here with me.”
He looked back toward the tent. Nina’s husband had looked like he wanted to invite her back with him. Maybe the fire had gone out of her side of the relationship. She did look like she might be old enough to be losing her drive.
“Maybe I can help you,” he said, getting to his feet. He leaned in close, considering the woman. What sort of thing would turn her on? Going with his gut, he reached out and squeezed both of her breasts through her jacket.
They were bigger than he’d thought, but he couldn’t feel much through the material of Nina’s jacket, top, and bra. Still, he was sure she would feel something. Moving behind a tree, he started time to watch her reaction.
Nina straightened her back and let out a little yelp of surprise. She looked around and behind herself, but didn’t seem to notice him.
Jeremy stopped time again. He stepped in close and reached between Nina’s legs. All he could feel there was the seam of her white capris, and he didn’t have a lot of room to get in there without moving her thighs; they had a beautiful curve, but there was definitely no room between them the way she was sitting. Still, he managed to put some pressure along where her pussy probably was with his fingertips. She would definitely feel that.
This time, when she returned to motion, Nina didn’t seem as startled. She shivered and squeezed her legs together, so he knew she’d noticed his touch, but didn’t seem to do much else. After a moment, she reached over to a small pile of firewood and set another log on the fire.
“You’re supposed to feel sexy, not cold,” Jeremy whispered softly. He watched the fire brighten, warming the air. Before long, Nina was relaxing again, and over the crackling of the fire he heard her begin to unzip her jacket. He watched as if it was a strip show just for him. The thought of it made his pants stir, and he shifted his weight a little.
Jeremy had been right about Nina’s breasts. They were incredible. She was wearing a light blue top, cut low, and the perfect line where the twin globes of flesh met drew his eye uncontrollably. She pushed her shoulders back to shed the jacket entirely, pushing them out further, and Jeremy had to bite his cheek to keep from groaning.
She was a little chubby in the middle, but for someone her age she looked incredible. The stirring in Jeremy’s pants became a full hard-on in a heartbeat, and he found it very difficult not to immediately go to her and explore her further.
“Patience,” he told himself, waiting for her to get more comfortable. He didn’t want to scare her off, and so far he was “O for two” on turning her on with his touch.
Besides, half of the appeal of a body like hers was the way she moved. It was hypnotic; her breasts jiggled slightly on the shelf of her bra with every move she made. After a minute, when she leaned forward to jab at the fire with a stick, they looked almost like they were going to spill out. He knew it would never happen; the cut wasn’t wide enough on her top to allow it, and they were clearly held snug. Still, the image gave him enough of a thrill of excitement that he twitched his hand on reflex to stop her there.
“Jesus Christ,” Jeremy breathed, approaching the fire and its tender. His mind flooded with images of Nina’s breasts, falling free of their confines and shaking for him, rubbing on him, surrounding his hand or his face or his dick.
Slowly, as if she was asleep and might wake up, Jeremy reached for her chest with both hands. He touched his fingertips to her skin, sliding them up the curve along the edge of the top she wore. It looked like a stretchy material, so he pinched the fabric and slowly pulled it open further.
The top stretched enough that Jeremy was able to tuck it back, affording him a full view of the bra that held her so firmly in place. It was plain white, and thick enough that he couldn’t make out even a tiny bump to suggest what it was hiding. He tucked it back again and considered the woman in front of him.
He was going to make her feel good somehow; that much was decided for certain. He hadn’t decided how, and he definitely didn’t want her to have a bad experience, but his mind was made up on the matter. The only question was how.
It was a great field test for a few of the things he’d learned about women and stopped time. And now, with the jacket gone, maybe Nina would feel a little differently about him copping another feel. He slid his open hand down over her bra slowly, then stopped. From where he was standing, he could look right down the valley of her cleavage, had there been any room in there to look. It was almost like she was presenting her breasts for him to inspect. So why was he acting all shy about it?
He slid his hand up again to her skin, then down her left breast once more. He pushed in a little, dimpling the flesh and letting him slip his fingers easily under her bra.
It was a further reach than Jeremy had expected, but soon he felt the tiny nub of Nina’s nipple against his fingertip. He pushed a little further, rubbing it between two fingers, and gave her breast a gentle squeeze before pulling his hand back out again.
The breast stayed where he’d pushed it, a couple inches back from the bra. In the dim firelight, he could just make out the slightly darker skin and the little nub at the center of it. He pulled out his phone and used it as a flashlight to get a better look, taking a couple pictures almost without thinking about it, then moved her shirt back to where it had been and hid himself again.
When time started, Jeremy was able to watch her breast bounce out into its cup. Nina gasped in surprise at the sensation, putting one hand over her chest, then squirmed a little. It took a moment for Jeremy to realize that she was adjusting her bra to fit properly.
It was sexy as hell, but still not what he wanted. Nina didn’t look at all turned on. “Maybe it’s all these layers,” he whispered, waiting again for her to relax. When she looked comfortable, he stopped her and approached again.
This time, he lifted her shirt right up over her chest. Moving behind her, he undid the clasp on her bra; he needed it a little loose on her. He took a moment to be proud of how good he was getting with the supposedly difficult bra clasps. Then he pulled the bra down in front, finally fully exposing her breasts.
They were even more incredible in the light. Not perfectly spherical; he thought they might hang just a bit if gravity were acting on them. But big, and round, and pale where they had never seen the sun.
Jeremy’s hands ached to squeeze Nina’s chest, but he held back. He carefully pulled her shirt and bra both off, then put her shirt back on and did his best to make sure her hair wasn’t going to fall noticeably. With any luck, all she’d feel was a bit of a breeze.
Jeremy hid himself and started time again. Nina shivered once, but didn’t seem to notice right away that anything was wrong. Even better, Jeremy could now clearly see the bumps where her nipples were straining against the shirt; it seemed that the bra was holding them in a little as well as up.
He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath, letting one hand slip into his pocket and play a little with the hard tool he had hidden there. It was driving him crazy, sitting and watching Nina without her knowledge, with her bra in his hand. Lifting it to his face, he breathed deeply, inhaling her soap-and-woodsmoke scent.
It took a few seconds for Nina to notice that anything was wrong. Eventually, she shifted and the shirt slid against her nipples. With a little grunt of bemusement, she lifted a hand to her breast, cupping and squeezing it.
“What the hell..?” she said softly, moving her hand to the other breast and then feeling around for the missing bra straps. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and leaned back a little, pulling it up and looking down at her bare breasts.
Jeremy stopped time at the instant he saw her eyes widen in surprise. Chuckling, he walked over and put her bra back on, taking his time so she wouldn’t feel her shirt going off and on again. He poked one of her nipples before covering it with the cup, trying to figure out if it had gotten stiffer or longer, but it was difficult to be certain.
When he started time again, Nina relaxed visibly, staring at her bra. It was such a funny image, a grown woman seemingly surprised by her own breasts, that Jeremy had to pause time for a moment to have a good laugh. When he started it again, she shrugged and rolled her shirt back down.
Jeremy paused her halfway through the movement, using it as a cover for his touch while he once again removed Nina’s bra. This time it took her a minute or so to realize anything was wrong, but once again her own movement gave it away, making her twitch in surprise at the feeling of her shirt rubbing across her nipples.
Once more, she felt around and pulled up her shirt, flashing Jeremy. Once more, he stopped time the instant she saw her bare breasts and returned the bra to its place.
“Weird,” Nina muttered, pulling the shirt back down. This time, when Jeremy again stole the bra from her, she noticed the strange feeling right away and lifted her hand toward her chest, but stopped short and shook her head. “Imagining things,” she said softly, reaching down to again stir the fire with a stick.
Jeremy grinned in the darkness. He was certain now that the brushing of shirt on skin had made Nina’s nipples harden. He just needed to get her to start thinking sexually. He watched her for a minute, considering how best to go about that.
He thought about stealing her panties, but her pants looked a little stiff, and he wanted to go for more of a “rubbing” than a “chafing”. He thought back to the romance novels his mother read and the scenes he’d flipped through them to find.
Moving close behind her between seconds, Jeremy leaned in and rubbed Nina’s shoulders. He tried to think like a lover, blowing warm air over her neck and kissing it, softly biting at her earlobe, and stroking his hands down her arms. He moved around and teased her nipples through the shirt with a feather-light touch, which was more of a tease to himself than it probably was to her, then moved back to the shadows and started time again.
He must have done something right, because Nina bit her lip and visibly shuddered in pleasure. She folded her arms across her chest, rubbing the places he had touched on her arms and shoulders and touching her fingertips to the place where he had kissed her.
Jeremy waited until Nina’s arms went down, hands folding in her lap; then he repeated the whole process. This time, after caressing her arms and shoulders and kissing both sides of her neck, he ran his tongue along the edge of her earlobe. Then he lifted her shirt and gently breathed hot air on both of her nipples. He considered stopping there, but impatience was getting to him. Reaching down, he moved Nina’s hands and unbuttoned her pants.
He was careful to be as gentle as possible, unzipping and opening them to reveal the plain white panties she wore. Well, not exactly plain; it seemed that Nina was wearing a thong on her camping trip.
Jeremy pulled the fabric forward and slid his fingers under it, brushing them gently through a soft forest of hair and finding the place where Nina felt the warmest. He rubbed his fingers up and down along her slit, noticing a little moisture when one fingertip slipped between her folds.
Pulling back, Jeremy put Nina’s clothing back in place, save for her bra. He stepped back, then looked her up and down while he sucked the drop of moisture off the end of his finger. It mostly just tasted like his finger, but there was something else there that he couldn’t really compare to anything he’d known before. Shrugging, he wiped the finger on his pants and returned to his vantage to start time.
Nina’s reaction was a lot more noticeable this time. She leaned forward and squeezed her thighs together, making a soft “nnnh” sound. It was a lot higher than he’d expected the moans of an older woman to be, and it gave her a youthful vibe that turned Jeremy on even more.
Nina was getting turned on. He could see her contemplating it, chewing her lip and looking around. Her hands were resting in her lap, but one was sitting between her legs where Jeremy knew her moist pussy was, as if she was waiting for her chance to stroke herself.
Jeremy didn’t wait to stroke himself. He paused time to mask the sound of his pants unzipping, then resumed it with his cock in his hand, rubbing slowly up and down and watching Nina work through her confusing arousal.
For a moment, it seemed like she was going to do it. Her hand slid up, and her fingertips dipped under the waistband. Then at the last moment, she shook her head and pulled them back out again.
Jeremy stopped time so he could growl in frustration. What was wrong? She was all alone, and she was clearly turned on. He stomped over to her and opened her pants up again, pulling the thong to the side. He could see the reflection of the dim light on the moisture; she was wet already.
Grasping her hips, Jeremy gently lifted Nina into the air until her crotch was in front of his face. He pulled her pants and panties off entirely, barely taking the time to admire the way her round, full ass felt in his hands. There was even a wet spot on her thong, for God’s sake! Jeremy brushed back Nina’s pubic hair and spread her pussy open with his fingertips.
It occurred to him that he had no idea what he was looking for, or even at; outside of porn, he’d never actually seen a woman’s crotch quite this close. His frustration passed into a curiosity, and he ran his finger along the inner edges of Nina’s pussy.
He wasn’t sure he was going to do it until he’d done it. Jeremy leaned in closer, grasping Nina’s ass in both hands, and slowly ran his tongue along her slit. It was still spread open, and he licked her inner walls, taking the wetness she’d collected and replacing it with some of his own.
He lapped at her like a dog in slow motion, licking up every bit of what he’d found was a very pleasant-tasting fluid. His hands slid down Nina’s thighs and back up again, stroking them like a lover while she hung in the air before and around him.
“That oughta do it,” Jeremy said, planting a kiss between Nina’s legs and pulling her panties and pants back onto her legs. He took a moment to admire her ass in the firelight, kissing it too before covering it up and putting her back on the stump where she’d been sitting.
Jeremy had his cock in his hand when he started time again, and he stroked it in time with Nina’s sudden moaning breaths and squirming legs. Her hands moved on reflex as he watched, one pressing between her legs and the other grasping and greedily squeezing her breast hard enough that it looked like it would hurt.
The feeling seemed to pass from her after a few seconds, and Nina’s breath slowed to an almost disappointed-sounding sigh. Jeremy felt disappointed as well, and considered stepping in to pleasure her again. He was about to press pause when Nina leaned forward and got to her feet.
Chewing her lip again, she stood there, looking first at the fire and then back at the tent where her husband was sleeping. Jeremy could see the moment when she made up her mind; she smiled, turned, and crept softly toward the zipped-up tent flap.
The tent was roomy, and the firelight turned everything into a dim silhouette. Jeremy used his powers to sneak in after her, sitting between a couple large backpacks and mostly covering himself with a heavy wool blanket that was lying on the ground.
He needn’t have worried much about hiding; Nina wasn’t looking anywhere near him. Her eyes were fixed on one of the two sleeping bags on the ground, and the quietly snoring form inside it. She knelt down and unzipped the sleeping bag slowly, pulling it open to expose her husband.
He had stripped down to his boxers and was laying on his back. Nina, leaning over him like a vampire, licked her lips and bowed down toward him. With a smooth, confident motion, she tugged the front of his boxers out and down, grabbed his flaccid penis, and slid her lips down around it to the base.
Nina’s head bobbed up and down in a smooth rhythm. Her cheeks were sucked inward, and after only a few strokes, it was obvious that her husband’s body was responding. Jeremy stroked himself slowly under the blanket, watching the woman, who had previously been not at all aroused, now going to town on a stiffening dick.
Her husband groaned softly, starting to wake up and reaching one hand toward her. Before he could touch her, Nina sat up, taking over stroking him with her fingers instead of her mouth. Her left hand pumped slowly up and down, while her right worked at the button on her pants.
Jeremy stopped time again and got a good look at her. The look on Nina’s face was one of pure lust. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants for her, pulling the zipper partway down before returning to his hiding place.
Nina didn’t question the sudden looseness of her pants when time started again. She crawled out of them, leaving them on the floor of the tent and quickly straddling her husband’s prone form.
He moaned quietly and opened his eyes just as she was lining him up with her entrance, biting her lip in concentration. “Nina?” he asked, but his inquiry was cut off by her moaning while she sank down on top of him. He made a sound of surprise and pleasure, squirming a little while she took him to the hilt inside herself.
Nina leaned forward and pushed her palms on her husband’s chest, bracing herself while she ground down on him. “Shush, Gary,” she said, smiling down at him. “You’ll wake the kids.”
His hands slid up her thighs, taking hold of her hips. He pulled down and pushed up, helping Nina to wedge the last inch of himself inside herself. She whined in response, stifling a moan, and leaned down further to kiss him.
Jeremy stopped them and took a closer look. Nina’s body was on top of Gary’s, and their hips were as tight together as humanly possible. Moving behind her, he had a fantastic view of her big, round ass, including the place where they joined in the middle; Nina was so wet that she was dripping, and the moisture on them both caught the flashlight on his phone like sparkling jewels.
Jeremy was still stroking himself, looking at the couple, and imagined what it would feel like to wake up to Nina climbing onto his dick. Or better yet, Petra, shushing him and getting on top of him, guiding his dick into herself and sitting down.
He sat behind them, in the open, and watched as time resumed. Neither one of them would be looking in his direction, and this way he could see better what was happening while their hips started to move together, shifting and grinding, sliding the opening of Nina’s pussy down and up Gary’s shaft like a glove.
The sounds of the couple breathing and moving filled the tent, almost drowning out the chirpy hum of crickets that had been going constantly since the sun went down. Jeremy pumped his hand down and up his shaft in time with Nina’s hips, watching her fuck her husband and imagining what it would be like to join in.
After a while, Nina sat up, rocking her hips back and forward faster and panting with pleasure. Gary’s hands slid from her hips up her stomach, and she pulled her shirt up and off before it got in his way. She didn’t seem to notice anything amiss when he cupped her breasts and started squeezing them, despite having not removed her bra herself.
Nina’s back arched, presenting her tits to Gary’s hands, and her hips started pumping faster against his. Jeremy held his breath, shifting to the side and watching them as they both started breathing faster. Their movements lost rhythm; Nina bucked wildly against Gary’s pelvis, and Gary pumped his hips up against her and groped her tits greedily.
Nina threw back her head with a silent cry, digging her nails into Gary’s chest as she came. It sounded like Gary was doing pretty much the same thing, so Jeremy paused them one last time.
Nina cumming was one of the hottest things Jeremy had ever seen. He walked around her, getting a good look, then knelt down to look at her face more closely. She was sweating, and her mouth was wide open. There was even a little drool on her chin.
Jeremy pulled Gary’s hands away from her and smirked at the weird deformed shape of her tits. He cupped them and pressed and stroked them, getting them back into something like their proper shape so he could admire them once more.
“Oh what the hell,” he said, leaning down on his hands and knees. He grabbed Nina’s nipple in his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, reaching over and groping with one hand at her free breast, no longer caring about being gentle. After all, she was already feeling enough to hide anything he did, right?
Jeremy leaned back and stroked his dick harder, gazing at those amazing tits and the look on Nina’s face. He got up and leaned over her, sealing his mouth over hers and probing at her tongue with his own. He realized, a little guiltily, that he’d just stolen his first kiss, but decided that it didn’t really count and did it again, sucking her tongue and pressing close against her.
One of her breasts rubbed against his skin, and Jeremy leaned back to consider her. His dick ached for her, and he suddenly felt insanely jealous of Gary. The lucky son of a bitch was balls-deep and probably cumming inside of Nina, and Jeremy had to settle for groping and kissing. How was that fair? After all, Gary hadn’t been the one to turn Nina on. Gary hadn’t made her want cock. Jeremy had.
He laid a blanket over Gary’s face, blocking him from view, and stood up. Nina’s mouth was still open, and Jeremy had sucked her tongue until it poked out like a rolling Stones album cover. She was right there, and she would never know he’d touched her.
Jeremy rubbed the head of his dick against Nina’s tongue slowly. It was warm, soft, and wet, and it felt like heaven to him. He shifted back and forth, making her lick the underside over and over, then moved to the side and made her tongue run along the side of his shaft.
“Ohh fuck,” Jeremy moaned, grasping Nina’s hair to keep her head still while he stroked himself on her tongue. “That’s right, baby, just stay right there…”
He reached down and squeezed one of her breasts again, then chuckled. “If only you knew,” he said, moving in front of her, standing with his feet on either side of Gary’s stomach.
He grabbed her head in both hands and slid his dick inside Nina’s mouth slowly. It was warm all around, and she looked amazing down there. He had a sudden urge to thrust, to go balls-to-chin down her throat, and pulled himself back again. He had no idea what would happen if he shoved something into her like that, and didn’t really want to hurt her trying.
Gripping her shoulders, Jeremy leaned Nina back a little more. “This’ll have to do instead,” he said, sliding his dick into the space between her breasts. He pressed them in around himself and groaned, watching as her warm flesh completely enveloped his shaft.
The only sounds in the tent, in the whole world, were Jeremy’s breath, panting in excitement, and the sliding whisper of skin on skin. He held Nina’s tits in both hands, squeezing them in tight, and used his hips to do the work, thrusting smoothly in and out. Every few thrusts, he changed his angle a little, tickling the head against her breastbone in a way that sent shivers up his spine.
Nina didn’t complain, so Jeremy pumped harder, pulling her in to meet his thrusts. He bent his knees, stroking himself more on her breastbone and squeezing her tits against his dick and thighs. Looking down, he locked eyes with her, imagining her blissful expression was for him.
He came with a groan, emptying his balls mid-stroke, unable to stop moving until the spasms left him. When he pulled away, his dick was coated in cum, sticking between it and Nina’s skin. He used his flashlight again to get a better look, and realized with a bit of a shock that he’d made a huge mess.
It glistened between Nina’s breasts and across the tops of them. There was even some cum on her neck. Jeremy stepped back, pulling the blanked off Gary’s face and cleaning himself off with it. He reached toward Nina again, meaning to clean her off as well, then stopped. He looked around, listening to the total lack of sounds.
“Meh,” he said, pushing the blanket down in the corner and tucking his dick back into his pants. He moved to the open tent flap and took one last look at Nina, smirking and setting her bra on the ground.
She was a stranger. She’d never know he was there. And he’d just gotten off using her body. Not only that, but he’d practically hypnotized her! She’d almost certainly believe it was her own libido that made her fuck Gary like that.
Jeremy took a few steps away and started time, curious how the couple would react to his interference. The response was immediate. Nina’s moan turned into a cry of pain, and he could hear her complaining about Gary’s rough treatment of her breasts. Oops.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Gary said. “I guess I got carried a- hey, what the hell?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Whose cum is this?”
“Yours?”
“My dick is still inside you! Did… did you just fuck me with someone else’s cum on your chest?”
Double whoops. Jeremy snuck away, leaving the couple to their fight. “Probably woulda happened anyway, eventually,” he muttered. “I’m a helper.”
It didn’t really matter to him. He grinned, wringing his hands together. What mattered was that he could do whatever he wanted to whomever he liked, and even more, he could make others do things without their knowledge. Like fall out of love with their rapist fathers, maybe.
It seemed that his day was looking up after all.

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