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Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 130 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [130/130]
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This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It
includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people
on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even
incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but
at least you've been warned).
If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is
even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself
warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended,
what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake.
I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never
figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the
privilege nor would I engage in non-consensual sex or incest under any
circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad
things. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?>
Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But
charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived
copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is
not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the
above stated conditions.
This is no longer a work in progress. It has, for better of worse,
been completed. I hope everyone has enjoyed the show. Any comments,
good or bad, are welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com.
If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.
- Crimson
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Chapter 130 - Time Out Of Time
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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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Christi picked up the chrome key from the grass beside her and tossed
it over my body towards Jane. It fell buried in the grass by her left
knee.
Jane looked at me quizzically, unsure of what she was allowed to do. I
simply nodded and watched as she struggled to turn herself around to
get the small key between her searching fingers. I was sure that she'd
manage it.
I felt the soft weight of Christi as she resumed the position that she
had been in before I'd made her free Jane. I heard a faint click in
the direction of Jane.
"Back where we started," Christi whispered to me. I felt her fingers
slowly stroking me. "Nobody else to free."
I nodded slowly, peripherally aware that Jane had moved a little way
away and was quietly kneeling in the grass. She was giving us a little
privacy, finally free of all her restraints. Her handcuffs glinted in
the sun in front of her. I cringed a little as I saw her rubbing
gently at her wrist, rubbing the red gently away with her own saliva.
I turned my attention back to the irresistible sensations from
Christi's gentle fingers. I felt Christi as she began to guide me into
herself. I slipped inside her easily, she was nearly as aroused as
Jane had been. I felt the soft moisture engulf me. I wouldn't be able
to hold back this time.
She began a very slow rhythm, enjoying the sensations. Her hands
roamed her body, pinching nipples, stroking skin. She moaned almost
constantly as she slowly controlled her speed. She wanted to make this
last. I concentrated on her body, her closed eyes, her blonde hair,
her upthrust bare breasts, her belly, flat and smooth, her straining
thigh muscles as she moved with the sex.
I glanced over towards Jane. She was gone. I quickly glanced around,
but Jane was nowhere in sight. I was sure that she'd just given
Christi some privacy and gone for a quick walk, enjoying her last
moments on this timeline, enjoying her freedom from the real world.
We moved slowly together, shifting positions a few times. Her on her
knees in the grass, her face pressed into the blades. Her standing,
arms around the tree that had held Jane. Her on the bottom. Touching.
Kissing. Moaning. And crying. It was going to be the last time, and
both of us knew it.
At last, we ended up back where we started. Christi straddling me, her
beauty silhouetted by the sun behind her. She was breathing hard, so
very hard as she pumped. She shone.
I closed my eyes, not being able to hold back much longer, wanting to
cherish these last caresses of her.
When I opened my eyes, after Christi moaned a little louder than
before, Jane was there. The girl had moved up silently, her bare feet
not making a whisper in the grass. The girls kissed, Jane's fingers
trailing over Christi's bare body. I closed my eyes again, knowing
that Jane was doing for Christi what Christi had done for her. I could
feel the gentle touch of her fingers as they caressed Christi between
the folds. I could feel Christi rushing towards orgasm, her muscles
twitching, her breathing becoming less and less regular.
Surprised, I felt Jane's fingers stroking my scrotum, toying with the
soft hair, coaxing my climax.
Christi plummeted over the edge moments before I. She screamed into
the world, letting her pleasure wash over her like a surf. She ground
herself onto me, pulsing her internal muscles in unison. Her climax
triggered mine, and I cried out, thrusting into the girl, arching.
We came down together. Christi gave a last moan and fell forward,
hugging me fiercely. Jane knelt back on her haunches, quietly looking
the other way. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't get
up to move away.
Christi held me for a few moments, overcome with emotions. She simply
cried there. I held her gently and waited through her sobs.
Eventually, Christi moved, pushing on my shoulders with her hands. She
gently rolled off me. I had shrunk inside of her and it felt a bit odd
coming out. She curled up, her arm across my chest, her head cradled
in the crook of my arm. Jane took a deep breath and lay down to my
right. I could feel their bare toes playing gently with my legs.
"Thank-you," Christi whispered, still out of breath. She was thanking
both me and Jane.
We lay there holding each other for a few minutes. This was so out of
sync with the real world. Lying in someone's front yard, nude as the
day we were born, leather and steel strewn through the grass. It
seemed like a dream. Perhaps it was.
Christi took a deep breath, and let it out in a whoosh that I felt
against my nipple.
"I don't want to go back," Christi whispered.
The other girl echoed the words quietly. I glanced down at them. Both
were crying gently. I couldn't feel the wetness of their tears, but
the tears were there.
They were silent for a few more minutes, I could feel their quiet
breathing as they cuddled up with me.
I felt the familiar dragging of the blackness touch the back of my
mind. I steadied myself, thinking I would have to send them back to
protect them, but the feeling receded again.
I shivered.
"Again?" Jane murmured into my chest.
In answer I struggled to rise. The girls didn't budge, letting their
gentle weight keep me down. I could have fought them, but I didn't.
"Not yet, please," Christi murmured.
I sighed and let them curl up for another half hour. Jane slept
gently, I watched as her breathing became more regular. Christi was
silent, thinking, but I could see her blue eyes moving so I knew she
wasn't asleep. I held them both.
I half considered sending Jane back while she slept, but I didn't
think that was fair on her. Instead, I gently shook her until she
opened her eyes. She kissed me gently and rolled off my shoulder. She
lay quietly in the grass. Taking her cue from Jane, Christi released
me as well, rising to her knees.
I picked myself up and gathered up my clothing. I had a heavy heart as
I slipped the jeans over my hips. When I turned, Jane was kneeling
beside Christi, their fingers entwined.
I knelt down with them, hugging them both.
"I want to remember," Jane whispered.
"I do, too," Christi murmured.
"You can't," I spoke gently to them.
Jane looked at me, tears still falling from her eyes.
"It will kill us to stay, won't it?"
I nodded slowly.
"Tell us, then."
"Tell you?"
"Tell us. On the other timeline. Find us and tell us. You know who we
are. What we are. How we really feel."
I took a deep breath.
"You wouldn't believe me. Think about when I took you. You wouldn't
believe that you would be here doing this. You couldn't. I can't." I
paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I'm sorry," I spoke with
real regret.
Tears were falling down both girl's faces.
"It wasn't enough time," Jane spoke.
"I know."
"Are. Are you ever going to do this again? Stop time?"
"I don't know sweety. I don't know."
"Can I ask something?" Jane asked quietly.
I nodded to her. I watched as she gripped Christi's hand tighter.
Jane whispered, almost too low to hear. "If you do stop time, take us
again? You know us. We got along. And I liked it here. You'll have to
train me again, I know that, but I can't imagine that you would hate
that. And even though I won't like it at first, I'll get back to this
point. I'm still me. You can do that, can't you? Unless you are bored
with me. With us." She paused for a moment. "I'm going to miss you."
Christi nodded through the entire speech, lending her agreement. She
wanted to come back as well, if I would let them.
I couldn't promise them that I'd take them again. But they would never
know.
"Alright. If I do this again, I'll be sure to track you down," I
assured them, despite the fact that I really didn't know if I'd ever
stop time again. Much less if I'd subject them to this again.
"Thank-you," Jane whispered. She flushed a little. "For everything."
I looked over them. Blonde and brunette. Holding hands, nude in the
sun. I wished for a camera, anything to be able to keep them. Even if
they wouldn't miss me, I was going to miss them horribly.
"I'm ready," Jane spoke quietly.
Christi opened her pretty lips and closed them again. She turned to
the girl kneeling next to her.
"I'm going to miss you, Jane. I know that we promised no tearful
good-byes, but we shared something. Something that I'm not sure I can
explain. But I know that I love you. As a sister, as a lover, and as a
friend. And I hope that we meet in real life, as any of them."
Tears fell from both their eyes as Christi rose up and kissed Jane
tenderly on the lips. They embraced, pressing their nude bodies
together one final time. They rose, still hand in hand.
I rose to my feet to join them.
Jane released Christi's hand and stepped towards me. She kissed me
gently on the lips and smiled through her tears. She carefully stepped
back and reached for Christi's hand.
Christi slipped her hand away and stepped over towards me, her bare
feet indenting the blades of grass. She embraced me, pulling me close
and not letting go. She finally released me and held my arms.
"It's been a hell of a ride," she tried to smile as well but she
failed.
I nodded. I couldn't stop my own tears. I was going to miss her. I'd
had her from almost the first moment. She'd been my first.
"Can I ask you one thing?" she whispered.
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
"I don't even know who you are. I don't even know your name. I fell in
love with someone I don't even know."
"It's better that way," I whispered to her.
She looked into my eyes and nodded carefully. I'm not sure she
understood, but she accepted it. She carefully rose up on her tiptoes
in the soft grass and kissed me passionately on the lips.
"You may not believe it," she whispered. "But I do love you. If you
can, find me on the real timeline."
She stepped back and allowed her fingers to entwine with Jane's. They
held each other gently as I took a last long look at them.
They were beautiful together. Feminine, strong, and simply beautiful.
Tears were flowing down their faces gently as they mouthed the words
"Good-bye" together.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good-bye."
When I opened my eyes, they were gone.
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