After he heard Lauren’s bedroom door close, Jake stopped time and got up to investigate. Rewinding time and hiding in the living room, he winced to see Lauren and Tony both “wake up” in extreme distress. For a long time, Tony held Lauren while she cried in his arms. There was some discussion of what they’d experienced, how it could even be possible, had it really happened. Lauren got up to check on Jake, finding him in bed; rewinding time was weird, Jake thought. He made a note to be careful not to interact with his other self so the other him would still go back the way he had.
Tony, meanwhile, started inspecting everywhere Jake and Lauren had been. He checked the couch, the floor, the back of the kitchen door. The formerly jovial and friendly man looked murderously angry. With a sigh, Jake wound time forward to the point where he’d gone back from.
He found Lauren in the master bathroom, examining herself with a hand mirror. There was some minor bruising, and a shine that Jake recognized; he’d clearly failed to remove a significant amount of the load of cum he’d filled her up with.
Tony was next to the bed. He’d pulled back the covers and found the wet spot, and was in the process of dialing something on his phone.
“Shit,” Jake said aloud. “Shit shit fucking shit.”
This was the exact opposite of what he needed right now. He could be arrested with this sort of evidence linked so closely to his presence, DNA tested… he’d go to prison. Or he could run away, and Carol’s dire prophecy about Sarah’s decades-long revenge on him would come true.
No, that couldn’t happen. He had to find a way to silence them, maybe steal and burn the evidence, keep cleaning Lauren every time she leaked more cum…
Or maybe he could change it.
Rewinding didn’t change time. It just moved him back through it.
But frame skip changed everyone. He could skip back to a time before he had made such a terrible mistake.
He could make amends.
Slowly, Jake started winding things back. Lauren walked backward out of the bathroom. Tony put the covers back on the bed. He followed, pushing them further and further back. He’d only ever done a few seconds this way, but now Jake pushed further, speeding up the reversed time. He watched Lauren and Tony lay down on the couch, then in reverse watched the moment he himself had laid them there. In his place was a sort of shimmer in the air, or rather in the lack of air; it was the hole in reality where he fit. He could step into that hole and resume events from any point.
Going back further, Jake watched the specter of himself using Lauren, from the moment he came in her back through positions and locations. He could see her face as he came inside her and then in reverse as she bounced under his ghost with each thrust. He could watch her from the side as he had fucked her against the door. He could watch Lauren’s tits swinging in Tony’s confused face while she was slammed from behind. He could even look inside of her and see the way her pussy opened and closed around the space where his cock had been.
He watched her face alternating between emotions, but in the clarity of mind after having relieved his lust he could see now just how much of that had been fear. The poor girl was terrified from the moment he took her. Cumming like a freight train and feeling intense pleasure, but definitely terrified as well.
That was going to change, however. The moment Jake stepped into that shadow and started time, the whole timeline would erase, a blank slate. He kept going back further, seeing the moment he had gone down on Lauren, and then the breast “accidentally” slipping free of her tank top. Back to the moment when he had first approached the couch from behind. Jake stepped toward the shadow, ready to take his place.
He stopped mid-stride. There was something on his face, something wet. Jake frowned and touched his upper lip, and his fingertips came away dark red. Blood. Why would he be bleeding?
Jake ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and stared at the stranger before him. His face had grown pale and gaunt, and blood was running freely from his nose. Even more disturbingly, his earlobes were painted by blood as well. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his lips looked almost blue.
As he stared, his skin seemed to darken. The room darkened as well. By the time Jake realized he was passing out, he was already on his way down. There was a loud impact and a flash of light, and then Jake slipped away into the darkness.
The Daddy Plan Part III [fM & ff] [inc] [voy] [bdsm]
She has never felt this hot in her life. Her entire body feels like it is on fire. White hot fire. When she brings one hand up to squeeze one of her little tits the pulse makes her ass hump the air and draws a groan from her lips. His eyes open at that. She smiles up at him.
Ellie lets go of his cock and slowly climbs onto the other end of the couch. Laying on her back she spreads first her legs and then with her hands she spreads her sopping wet pussy open. Looking him in the eyes.
"Eat me daddy. Lick my little pink pussy. Please." she begs.
Martin is lost and he knows it because he does not even think about it. Rolling towards her his hands run down her thighs. Squeezing them as he leans down. One long lick. She tastes so hot and so sweet. She moans deeply and he takes another lick. Her cunt is dripping wet and he bends his neck so lick one of the wet lines on her thigh.
"Ohhhh yesssss." she moans.
Interface [MF][Sci-fi][Disability]
Zack blinked as the sun beamed into his eyes. He just woke up, but his mind was racing.
Angie was visiting today for the first time. Zack was excited, but since he had a crush on her for what felt like the entire year he knew her, he wasn’t sure if it’d be the perfect way to disappoint himself. He’d wish the entire time she was more than a friend. Whatever that meant – his friendship was never clear to him. To him, it wasn’t a regular friendship. But to Angie, it was clear: the two of them were friends who hung out, and she flat out told him she wasn’t interested in more than that.
A humming noise came from the east side of his room. It wasn’t like the digital atmospheric sound when transitioning between cyberspace server domains. That was Zack’s real world. The humming here was fake, a manufactured piece of a reality that arbitrarily made him into a conscious ragdoll. The Servers were authentic for him – he had infinite potential inside as a pattern of bits.
An old [F]WB I [m]et online who wanted to have her ass worshiped and try Dd/lg play!
She was younger than me, early 20's, and from our e-mail exchange, I could tell she was quite smart. She responded to my ad looking to worship a thick ass and pussy, but our conversations were more in depth than most. I only know her name starts with J, and she said it was her nickname, so I'll call her that. J was a thinker, and she needed to be turned on by what was happening in her brain as well as her body, and I absolutely love that, because I work in a similar way a lot of the time. She liked things dirty, taboo, and she liked being a little submissive. Daddy dom/little girl play excited her, and she'd always wanted to try it, but never had the balls in her previous long relationship with some inattentive self-absorbed loser to actually try it. She told me she had a really big thick ass and extremely long legs at 6 feet tall, so if I was really down with that, she had it. The pictures we teased each other with showed off our best assets, and moved things along easily. We texted/sexted for about 2 weeks, and when we met, I found out she wasn't lying, and the pics were very real.
My hot Internet stalker
Her name was Gina. Her family moved here from Bosnia when she was young. Gina was a bombshell. 5'4", perky D cups and a bubble butt that she squeezed into booty shorts. She was my stalker back when MySpace was popular. I'd get messages from her the moment I came online. Somehow she found my messenger account too. I ignored her, she lived five states away. Besides, she was a crazy stalker right?
I started talking to her out of curiosity. I was surprised how well we got along. We had a lot of similar interests and she was crazy about me. Thinking back it sounds stupid but she convinced me to come out to see her. I bought a ticket on a greyhound bus and told my friends id be back in two weeks.
I had no idea what I was doing. There could be a serial killer waiting in Chicago for me. I wanted to believe that she was real. I had a head full of provocative pictures she had sent me. Laying in bed wearing just her panties, barely wrapped around the curves of her butt. Just out of the shower, a towel hanging loosely from her nipples. Her hands down her pants, my name written on her chest.
In the lab [MF]
I've reported an attempted break and enter at the school – again. I just love getting called in on weekends to deal with all the paperwork and mess, so I'm grumpy as hell. The principal heads off to check the rest of the school, while I put on a labcoat over my jeans and white tshirt to get started with cleaning up the mess.
I hear the dull roar of the engine from about a mile away. At first I think it is probably just the hoons who did the damage, then I realise it is traffic branch patrol car, totally over spec'd for chasing baddies along the highway. Unusual that they would be called to a break and enter, but anyway….
There is a quiet knock and the door, and I look up from the shattered glass to see a tall slim police officer standing there. I’m instantly like "wow". He’s a little younger than me, and obviously in great shape. Not classically handsome but a face that is really attractive and he has a nice bearing – confident but not arrogant. And there's that whole "saving princesses vibe" of a man in uniform. These are completely inappropriate thoughts while we are acting in our professional capacity, but I can't help it. I’m suddenly aware of my lab coat and glasses and gloves (for cleaning the mess) – sooooooooooo attractive eh? Fuck I wish I’d worn something nicer.
(F)our (mmmm)en and me
So I've discovered I enjoy being the center of attention. The draw back in this situation is it was hard to concentrate one one thing, it was a bit overwhelming at times. I tried to be consistent with names here but honestly, I'm not too sure who was where sometimes.
I've had a bit of a thing going with two friends recently, Kyle and Rob. We've been kind of messing around together a bit. Two weeks ago though we were at Rob's apartment and mentioned this (a bit drunkenly) to some of his friends. Two of them seems kind of interested. We talked to them afterwards and ended up suggesting maybe we just kind of see if it would be a possibility to try.
So last Saturday we got together and Rob's house again. Me and the four guys. Things were a bit awkward but pleasant at first, we all had drinks and I tried flirting a bit here and there. After a while I was kind of wandering if things might be too awkward and we might just not do anything. But it was a fun night actually so I was starting to just enjoy myself.
I had sex with Jeb Bush’s wife
I saw an ad on Craiglist, looking for a bull. I responded, because they were offering good money, as long as I was a "fertile immigrant". Well, I'm an immigrant, so I figured, whatever, I'll do this. So I mail with them, make an appointment and on the day itself walk up to their home, notice it's a nice house and get invited in by a middle aged Mexican lady.
I chat a bit with her, she tells me she wants to do a scenario where I fuck her in her bedroom, then her husband storms in while we're busy. I tell her I'm down with it, so we go to her bedroom and get busy. Halfway through, she starts moaning loud and the door opens and I see a guy standing who I recognize… Jeb-motherfucking-Bush.
He's yelling at me, yelling stuff like "Oh my God, what are you doing with my wife?" I answer, kinda nervously, cause it's Jeb after all: "Fucking her."
He becomes even more submissive "Why didn't you just ask me, I'd avoid disturbing you. I'm not racist, you can have sex with my wife when you want, I'll even raise your children, after all, we need fertile immigrants like you to grow our economy! We can't go a day without growing the economy."
A few questions before finishing off a story
I've been reading this subreddit for a few days now and have been thinking about contributing and have finally started writing up one of my experiences.
I was wondering whether to include background information in the form of a shorter story (the actual "gonewildstory" is much longer) but I do think some background information would be great for the readers understanding, but the majority of the background information isn't very sexual while the story makes up for it.
Thanks for any potential feedback, and I hope to have the full story posted soon :)
Edit: Background information for everyone involved in the story seems important so I'll do so, because personally I enjoy knowing a little bit about the people involved in the story so I hope you do too
[serial MF nc timestop] Jake part XXIII – Fallen
The rest of the party went pretty smoothly. Dave kept finding excuses to stand up, probably hoping that time would stop again. Jenny and Brian eventually came back to the head table, both looking a little tired. Jake checked between moments and was amused to see Brian’s cum dripping out of Jenny’s pussy. It had certainly been a busy evening for her womb.
Lauren, getting a little silly from the screwdrivers that Jake kept doubling without telling her, insisted that he slow-dance with her. He was a perfect gentleman, but there was no way that she didn’t notice how hard he was with her hips pressed against him. She didn’t say anything, but she knew.
Then again, Jake thought, who wouldn’t be? If anything she should take it as a compliment.
After the dance she realized her dress was hanging low in the front. “Whoops!” she said with a giggle, pulling it back up into place. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s up with this dress tonight.”
Jake chuckled. “I’m sure nobody noticed. And anyone who did, well… we don’t mind.”
Lauren scoffed and punched Jake’s arm, then ran her hand down it. “Shut up, jerk,” she said.
The hall was starting to clear out. Jake took one last look around in stopped-time, taking some pictures of IDs so he could follow up with Brian and Jenny later. After some thought, he also took details for Julie and the chubbier maid of honor. Julie was too adorable to lose track of and Dave might bear some watching. As for the other girl, Jake just sort of liked her titties.
It took him a while to find the gothy girl with the butt-plug, but eventually Jake located her in a mens’ room stall, in the middle of taking what looked like a pretty hard fuck from behind in one hole while her other was still plugged. Jake opened her purse and snapped her ID too, if just because it’s good to know a girl who likes to party.
Returning to Lauren, he put his arm around her waist. “You’re drunk,” he said. “Someone ought to put you to bed.”
“You’re drunker,” Lauren countered with a grin. “What’s that mean for you?”
Jake scoffed. “You never could hold a half-dozen drinks. I’ll call us a cab.”