Julia’s house was not far away. It took Jeremy only a few minutes to get there on the motorcycle he’d “borrowed” from a dealership. In fact, it technically took no time at all.
He found Julia in her backyard. She was wearing a long skirt and a bikini top, really owning those post-pregnancy stretch marks while they faded away. She had a tray of lemonade glasses, and was approaching two men and another woman who were sitting around a folding table with an umbrella mounted in the center. Or a parasol. Whatever it was called. There was a playpen under a nearby tree.
“New mom, huh?” Jeremy said, walking around Julia slowly. “That’s pretty hot. So I guess if you’re always taking your tits out for the baby, you won’t mind taking one out for me.”
Julia didn’t seem to mind, keeping her arms outstretched while Jeremy removed the tray from her grip. He sipped what turned out to be only mostly lemonade, spiked with some hard liquor, and reached up to slide a strap off of her shoulder. He did it dispassionately, leaving it down around her elbow and peeling the cup away to expose her pale breast and dark pink nipple.
“Not bad,” he said, cupping the breast in his hand and feeling the mass of it. It was huge, but almost perfectly round, not all saggy like most women get. “I wonder, did Pete drink from you? Did he fuck you? Or did he just watch you fuck yourself?”
Jeremy looked around. The other three people – Julia’s husband and another couple, he assumed – were all looking in Julia’s direction, likely expecting their drinks. A deck of cards was on the table, and some uncooked steaks waited by a nearby barbeque. It looked like they were having a little party.
“What party is complete without a stripper?” Jeremy said with a wry grin. He slid the shoulder strap off of Julia’s arm, then moved it up in front of her shoulder. It looked almost like the suit was on properly. Reluctantly, he put the tray back into her hands, taking another sip from one of the glasses. It was obviously less full than the others now, but it wouldn’t matter for long.
As expected, as soon as time started, everything went into motion. Julia’s tit flopped free, flashing the three others and Jeremy in his hiding place behind a little bush. Julia, feeling everything that had happened, yelped in shock and moved her hands to cover up, dropping the tray and smashing the glasses. Not that it made a difference; judging by the reactions, everyone present had seen her.
Jeremy wound time back a few seconds. It made his head hurt a little, but his vision stayed clear. The tray was now in mid-drop, with streams of hard lemonade pouring into the air.
Jeremy plucked the glasses from the air. He dumped the contents into the grass, then set the glasses down, making it look like they hadn’t smashed but had spilled and fallen. All that broken glass would just be a hassle, he decided.
Time went forward again and Julia chuckled apologetically. “Sorry,” she said. “I seem to have suffered a wardrobe malfunction.”
“No need to apologize,” the other woman replied, elbowing her husband in the ribs. “I’m sure Brett enjoyed the show.”
“Ow! Uh, yeah- I mean, sorry. Don’t worry about it.” Brett was turning bright red. “We’re all adults, right?”
Julia smiled her thanks at him, slipping her arm back into her top. “I’ll go make some more.”
“Let me help you,” Brett said, standing up. His wife didn’t seem to mind, and he followed Julia inside.
Jeremy followed a moment behind them, finding a good place to watch from. Once he was in place, he started to have a little fun with the two of them.
Julia bent over to get the vodka out of the freezer at the bottom of their fridge. Brett glanced at her ass, which was just perfect; Jeremy carefully arranged for her skirt to fall down in the back, showing off the tight bottom of her bikini.
Julia apologized profusely when she realized what had happened, pulling the skirt up and shimmying back into it. Jeremy had taken the liberty of tightening it a little, so it took some effort to get it up over her ass again. “I don’t mean to be flashing you all the time, honest!” she said, laughing.
Brett chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Adults, remember?”
Brett’s eyes told a different tale; it looked like he was staring down at Julia’s tits, prospecting in the canyon of her cleavage. Jeremy lifted them both a few inches between moments, letting them drop with a little bounce when time started again, suppressing a chuckle when Brett’s eyes widened.
Jeremy decided it was time to have a little fun with Julia, too. He waited until Brett picked up the newly-made lemonade and turned his back, then stopped things and once more stripped off Julia’s top. He pinched and lightly twisted her nipples, then squeezed and rubbed her tits.
Her skirt slid up a lot easier than it had slid down. Sliding his hand down under her bikini, Jeremy played with Julia’s pussy, rolling the folds of sensitive skin on his fingertips and stroking in soft circles.
When time started again, Julia slapped her hand onto the counter. Her knees shook and she shook, drawing a long breath and then letting out a tiny squeak.
Brett looked back at her. “Something wrong?”
“No, it’s alright,” Julia said, brushing her hair back from her eyes. “Just an upset stomach. I’ll be right out.”
“Alright, don’t be long, we came to play cards after all!”
-*-*-
Julia almost ran to the master bedroom, closing the door behind her. She pressed her back to the cool wood, shaking her head. “Not again,” she said, “this can’t be happening again.”
Again? Jeremy thought. So Pete really had played with her. Enough so she thought that being touched by someone who wasn’t there was a thing that could happen. Had happened, even. And was happening again.
Well, it seemed a shame to let her down. Jeremy stopped time and lifted her tits, starting time again to make them drop. They bounced so hard that one almost slipped free again, shifting until her nipple just peeked over the edge of her top.
Julia gasped, putting her hands over her tits. Jeremy responded by making her skirt drop again and rubbing her pussy for long enough that he was pretty sure she would cum as soon as things resumed.
He wasn’t disappointed. Julia slid down the doorframe until she was sitting on the floor, squeezing her tits with both hands and moaning. After a few seconds, she relaxed again, looking down at herself.
Her bikini didn’t show the wet spot that was probably there. Her nipples, on the other hand, were standing at attention, ready for more action. Jeremy hated to disappoint.
Standing in front of her, he opened Julia’s mouth and slid his cock inside. There was a resistance at the back of her throat, but this wasn’t the first time he had taken someone’s mouth. Tipping her chin up, he pushed harder, pressing her back against the door. There was a sudden give as her throat realigned with his cock, and then he was in, sliding down until his balls were on her chin.
Holding Julia’s head with both hands, Jeremy moved back and forth a little, fucking the deepest part of her throat. She soon stretched out around him, so he clamped one hand around her neck to keep it nice and tight while he used her.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he groaned, pulling back and smearing Julia’s lips with mucus from her throat. Grabbing her under her arms, he dragged her away from the door to kneel by the bed. Sitting down, he lifted and then lowered her shoulders, sliding his now slippery dick between her breasts.
He brought Julia’s hands up to the sides of her chest and held them there, pumping up and down around his cock and squeezing it tight between the mountains of flesh. Julia was staring open-mouthed at nothing, so he tilted her head down, trying to fuck her mouth at the same time. Even with time stopped and her body like clay, there was just too much in Julia’s bikini top; the best Jeremy managed was to brush her lips a little.
Still, there were other ways to play, weren’t there? Jeremy pulled Julia up and onto the bed, making her pose on her hands and knees. He thought about the video he’d already seen of her strumming herself on this very bed, and decided to outdo Pete in that respect, too. Setting up his phone on the nightstand, he pointed it so it got a good angle on Julia’s face and body and pressed Record.
The bikini bottom was stretched tight over Julia’s ass and hips, but Jeremy had no trouble peeling it off. He left it wrapped around her knees, running a hand over her ass slowly before lining up and pressing himself into her pussy. This time there was no slow build-up, no caution like there had been with her mouth; he simply guided it in, then grabbed her hips and drove it home.
Julia was nice and wet from his earlier playing, and her slippery pussy stroked him with each thrust, but inevitably she became too loose. “Come on, baby,” Jeremy said, “we can do better than that.” He unpaused her just long enough for her to tighten and the beginning of a confused moan before stopping her again.
Leaning over and pulling her bikini down, Jeremy groped Julia’s massive tits while he fucked her. The next time he unpaused her, she fell flat on the bed, pinning his hands beneath her; he almost couldn’t gesture to stop things again.
“Naughty girl, I didn’t say you could lay down,” Jeremy scolded, straddling her thighs and continuing to fuck Julia’s prone body. “We’ll have to punish that, won’t we.”
Reaching down, he rubbed his finger along the shaft of his dick, making it shining wet with Julia’s fluids. Then, stopping his thrusts for a moment but not pulling out, he rubbed the finger around her asshole, gently prodding and pushing it open. Soon it, too, gave way to him, and he was pushing his finger deep inside her while he resumed his rhythmic thrusts.
The third time Julia came out of time with him, she started to understand what was happening. Her pussy and ass clenched so hard that Jeremy thought he might lose his finger or his dick or both if he pulled away too fast. Her moan took on a pained edge, but she was too wet to stop his thrusts before he paused her again.
“I suppose we ought to finish this up,” Jeremy said, pulling out of Julia’s pussy with a soft groan. He wiggled his finger free and pressed the tip of his cock to the tiny hole it left, then started leaning down into her.
This time, he moved much more slowly. Not that he cared about her comfort; it would all happen at once for her anyway. But for him, the way her body stretched and stroked along his shaft was something to savor.
Holding Julia’s ass with both hands, Jeremy groaned, watching his cock disappear inside her. When he was in as deep as he could get, he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, then wrapped his arm around her throat. He started pumping into her again, slow and deep, pulling up to make her back arch and giving his camera a good view of her face and tits.
She struggled when he pulled her out of time with him. Her ass clamped down on him, milking his dick every time he moved inside her, wriggling to and fro while she thrashed, trying to escape. Jeremy gripped his wrist, completing the choke-hold he’d started and slowing the flow of blood to her brain.
Julia’s cries, something between moans and screams, grew weaker along with her physical struggles. Even her ass relaxed a little, letting Jeremy more easily thrust into her. He pushed harder in response, making her tighten around him each time he impaled her with his weapon.
“That’s right, baby,” he grunted. “Fuckin’ take it.” His thrusts accelerated as she stopped resisting entirely. He let go of her throat and let her lay on the bed, bracing his hands on the mattress and slamming down aggressively. “Every… last… inch!”
He came hard inside her, driving his seed deep into her unconscious body. Julia drew slow, ragged breaths under him, not responding to anything anymore. Jeremy pumped the last of his load and started pulling out, leaving her laying ravished on the bed. He put her back into the stopped part of time, then laid on her bed next to her and closed his eyes to take a nap. He needed his energy, he’d decided, for what would come next.
-*-*-
Jeremy woke up refreshed and comfortable. He made a note to get himself a nicer bed at home. Julia was still lying next to him, face-down and stripped. He considered having another go at her, but decided she’d had enough for the time being. Instead, he put her bikini back on her and left her on the floor.
He pulled her out of time and sat on the bed watching the video he’d made with his phone while he waited for her to come to. It was pretty hot stuff, especially when he got in her ass and she started really screaming. The way her body jerked forward with each thrust, the cries that were definitely not faked, the look of pain as her pleasure turned to pain, it was all so sexy, so real, that it made him hard all over again.
About halfway through his second time watching the video, Jeremy heard Julia groan. She was starting to wake up, no doubt greeted by a really impressive headache. Jeremy froze her again and hid, then let time resume for everyone.
He stuck around a while to watch, but it got really depressing. Julia spent a little time curled up and sobbing, and when her husband came to check on her it turned into a great big pity party. Jeremy thought about playing with the other woman or trying to get the four of them fucking each other, but decided it really wasn’t worth the effort. He’d done what he came to do; now Pete didn’t have anything he didn’t.
Well, almost nothing.
-*-*-
Serafina let part of her mind wander. It was probably bad practice, but she knew her routine by now. Handstand to double-flip and then tumble to build speed for the big jump… it was easy stuff. At least, for her it was. She wasn’t as smart as her twin brother, she knew that, but neither were most people, and Sera was smart enough to realize that she had gifts of her own as well.
Movement was a joy to her. Especially gymnastics. It was like time stopped when she was in the air; a sort of joy washed over her, and everything was so slow that she could take her time, moving her arms and legs and body wherever she needed to.
She did a handspring, grinning at how easily she arced through the air. At the apex of the jump, she curled into a ball and spun in the air, blinking in time to the movements so she could see the floor rushing up to meet her. The third flip turned into a somersault, which gave her the momentum for the final series of backward flips leading into the jump, spin, and landing.
Not even a wobble; Sera’s foot touched down on the mat perfectly, and her arms and leg stretched like wings. She could hear the coach giving her his slow clap as he approached, and her smile grew wider. Coach Johanssen, or Coach Jay as they sometimes called him, was the best, and she was always happy if he was impressed with her.
She stood and turned to look at the coach, but he turned around and crossed his arms. “Wardrobe,” he warned her.
Sera looked down and felt herself blush. Not so much because the coach had just seen her tits, which apparently had bounced out of the top of her leotard during one of her landings, but because she’d technically done something wrong to make it happen. She had to have, or else it wouldn’t have.
She tucked herself back into the garment, stretching it back up over herself and wondering how it had failed to begin with. It was skin tight, and she wasn’t the most endowed girl ever. Hell, she wasn’t the most endowed on her team. Her boobs were small, cute, and perky, just like her.
“Sorry about that, coach,” she said. “All better now.”
The coach turned around again, frowning. “I wonder if maybe we should be tying you down,” he said, looking appraisingly at her.
“But all that wrap gets in the way!” Sera protested. “And none of the other girls need to wrap. Well, except Lucy, but she is D cup.”
Coach Jay sighed. “Alright. Go get a new leo, maybe that one is getting loose. The routine was flawless otherwise.”
Sera grinned. “I know. Thanks, coach!”
The coach shook his head while she spun on her heels and trotted away, giving her butt a little wiggle between steps. She heard him turn and address the rest of the team before she got to the locker room, explaining some of the finer points of the technique she’d demonstrated.
Drills and practice were a necessary evil in sports. If Sera had her own way, she’d have just done freestyle all day. Parkour across the downtown area maybe. Just the thought of leaping from one rooftop to another made her nipples tingle. She shivered and covered them with her hands, then looked down and pulled the leotard up once more.
“Stupid thing. You fit yesterday,” she said, going to her locker and sitting down on the bench. “Somebody musta stretched you out or something.”
The leotard offered no explanation, so she slid it off her shoulders and started to peel it off. She wore nothing underneath it; anything else would have made it harder to move, just like tying down her chest would. She even went without the cup some girls liked to wear in the crotch. It wasn’t that hard to make sure you had the right size and didn’t give yourself a nasty cameltoe.
Of course, that meant she had to stay pretty disciplined physically. No cheat day on food. Lots of extra core exercise. And absolutely no hair down there. It would ruin the line of the crotch, and you could bet the judges would be looking for it for some reason.
Shedding the old leotard, Sera took a second to check herself in the long mirror. She was trim and fit, and her profile was where it needed to be. Maybe a little curvy if she wanted to go into ballet, but as fun as dance was, she wasn’t planning on doing that, so she was fine with having a little more of a butt. Besides, her butt was cute, and super fun to tease people with.
She pulled on the new outfit and giggled. It was bright blue, the same as her new very short hairstyle. Coach Jay had been less than thrilled about the color change, but Sera figured her natural talent would make up for a little unprofessional styling.
Her nipples tingled again while she was pulling the stretchy material up her stomach, making her stop and shiver. She put her hands over her breasts to warm up, then pulled them away, looking at her palms. There was something wet, like warm water, on her skin.
“Just sweat,” she said, rubbing her palms on her legs before pulling the straps over her shoulder and tugging the leo into place.
There were four other girls on the team, and when Sera got back on the floor they were all partnered up and drilling on some tumbles. Coach Jay raised a brow at her as she approached him.
“Reznikov!” he barked. “You look like a blueberry popsicle.”
“Reznikova,” Sera corrected, thickening her accent. “Unless you think I am boy.”
Coach Jay sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Quit busting my balls, Serafina. Go help the girls with their spins. You’re team captain, so go… capt. Do some capting.”
“Da, Admiral!” Sera said, snapping into a smart salute. She performed an about-face and goose-stepped over to the other girls, leaving her coach behind to no doubt question his life choices.
Lucy frowned as she approached. She and Ming had stopped practicing as soon as they saw her headed over. Her arms were crossed over her chest. “You don’t have to always talk about my boobs, you know,” she said.
Sera smirked. “You know I only tease because I am jealous, Lucy.” She elbowed the girl’s side. Lucy had a little more meat to her – a little more fat, really – than most gymnasts, but she was still well in the hourglass figure zone. She had been a heavy lifter before taking up gymnastics; what she sometimes lacked in grace and agility she made up for in complete body control.
“Yeah, well,” Lucy replied, smiling a little, “I told you I’m losing another ten pounds before the competition season starts.”
“Good! You will have less pain in your knees from landings. How are the flips going?”
The girls went over their routines, and Sera tried to focus on their technique, but she couldn’t help feeling weird, like she was being watched. She glanced around, but the coach was behind the glass wall of his office shouting on the phone. Probably after the uniform people again; the girls weren’t supposed to have to bring their own outfits. Things were backed up over there. The other two girls, Breanna and Monique, were doing a balance exercise and looking nowhere near her.
“Ow!” Lucy said. “Who did that?”
Sera turned to regard her. “Did what, o gifted one?”
“Shut up. Someone pinched my ass!”
“Lucy,” Ming said, “you’re six feet away from everyone else.”
“Well, I felt something.” Lucy turned around, looking back over her shoulder. “Did I sit on something pointy?”
Sera peered at Lucy’s ass, not one to pass up an opportunity. All three of the other girls gathered to as she knelt down and leaned in closer. “I see nothing,” she said.
“Nothing?” Lucy seemed concerned.
“Well, I see a magnificent ass, but n- hey!” Sera jumped up, glaring back at the others. “Who did that?”
Ming, Breanna, and Monique all stepped back, looking confused. “Sera,” Monique offered, “we were just standing here.”
Sera sighed, getting up again. “I get it. No ass is safe. Be careful grabbing mine or my big sister will fold you into pretzel.”
“Fine. We’re all grabasses.” Lucy huffed. “Can we get back to the drills please?”
-*-*-
Jeremy could hardly believe the luck. Five girls, all totally bangable, prancing around in skin-tight outfits. He walked around the group of them appraisingly, letting his mind wander over all the fun he could have with each of them. He would have to keep track of them all afterward. It was always good to have the names and addresses of some fine ass, especially when your girlfriend is as down as Petra usually was.
He felt a little twinge of guilt thinking about her, but shrugged it off. They had an agreement, after all. His Princess was very devoted to him, and had never tried to limit his actions. Sure, she’d been a little naggy at first, but that had faded with time. She’d calmed down eventually, as they settled into a more stable relationship.
So if he wanted to play a little trick on these girls, that was his business, he thought as he pulled down the arms of the big-titted one, Lucy. He’d frozen them all in the middle of a coordinated jump with all their limbs outstretched, making them look like they were all strapped to a medieval torture wall.
Lucy’s outfit was even tighter than Sera’s had been, but he just had to get a peek. He pulled down the material in the front, then frowned. They weren’t kidding about strapping her down! Her tits were mummy-wrapped in some sort of thick gauze-like cloth.
Jeremy pulled Lucy’s arms out of her leotard, then raised them over her head. He was disappointed that inertia didn’t work on frozen people; it would have been fun to just yank the end of the cloth and watch her spin in the air. Instead, it took him a minute, turning her and pulling, to take off the fetters holding her tits in place.
Of course, once they were exposed, they still looked fucked up. Crisscrossed my lines from the wrap and smooshed into her ribs, Lucy reminded Jeremy of a picture he saw once of a naked skydiver. It wasn’t a sexy look then, and it wasn’t sexy now. He got to work immediately, pressing fatty flesh in from her sides and lower ribs, shaping Lucy’s tits like modeling clay.
When he was done, she had a rough approximation of a really nice pair of boobs. He could see why she had to strap down for gymnastics; they were big enough to probably slap her in the face if she tried that shit without.
Oh course, she looked even bigger for being right next to the little asian girl. Ming looked very much the stereotype, with shiny black hair and dark eyes. Her body was the stereotype, too; a little tug in front revealed a tiny pair of tits, topped by perky brown nipples, the very opposite of the pink pokies on Lucy’s great mounds.
Since he was on a roll, he pulled down the other three girls’ tops as well. Sera’s perky, sporty tits he’d already seen, but they were still a welcome sight. Breanna was nothing special, although there was nothing wrong either; maybe a C cup at most, just a little tanned, a pretty girl with no particularly exciting features. Monique’s nipples were almost black, and her skin was quite dark, but her figure was similar to Breanne’s: if there were no other girls around, she was hot, but there wasn’t much putting her above the crowd if you didn’t have jungle fever.
Still, they were all worth seeing. Jeremy documented the event for posterity, saving the pictures alongside the video on that milfy babe from earlier. Then he put the girls’ clothing back on, although Lucy’s wrap seemed like too much effort; instead he just stuffed her tits back in her top and tossed the thing in the trash bin.
Sera actually noticed before Lucy did. Once time was restarted, the girls continued their routine. Lucy bounced quite a bit as she jumped and turned. As soon as they stopped, Sera elbowed her in the tit and whispered “wardrobe.”
Lucy blushed a deep red and put her hands over her chest. “Where the hell is my wrap?” she demanded, looking around.
“I have no idea,” Sera replied, “but it’s time anyway. Hey coach!” She waved at the glass window. “We’re going!”
The coach waved from behind the glass. Jeremy waved too, from his hiding place in the coach’s office, but nobody saw him. They also didn’t see when he came out a few seconds later and walked toward the cloud of steam lingering outside the girls’ showers.