Back to Main Page · Author: Iron Nick
(Author's Notes:) This work of fiction is only intended for readers 18 years of age or older. So there!
Jack woke up late Friday morning. It was 11:00. Since he discovered his newfound ability, he had no need for work. One trip to Las Vegas had garnered him over $300,000, which was plenty for him to live on for quite a while. Clad only in his boxers, he walked groggily into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. He looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated. When he opened his eyes, the second hand on the clock had stopped and there was dead silence. He did this after waking every day to make sure he still had his power. He closed his eyes again, concentrated, and time started again. He read the paper, ate a couple of pieces of toast with jam and butter and drank two cups of coffee with milk. He then reclined on the couch and flipped through the channels on the TV as he wondered what he would do to amuse himself today. He decided to take a walk in the park. It was a pleasant day: blue skies, temperature in the mid-sixties, and a slight breeze from the northwest. As he dressed, he thought of the last time he had visited the park. When he was in the mood for fun, he tried not to visit the same place twice in a month so as not to arouse any suspicion. He donned a pair of olive green cargo shorts, an orange t-shirt, a pair of sandals, and a ball cap. He hopped into his Jeep Wrangler and headed to the park.
The park was large. It had a jogging path on its perimeter, a softball field, two playgrounds, a large open field, a tree shrouded picnic area, and a wild overgrown patch. Jack parked his Jeep in a nearby parking lot and strolled into the park. Early Friday afternoon would not be a busy day for the park with most schools still in session. He took a seat on a bench near the overgrown patch and waited. Soon a jogger came his way. The jogger was a female in her early-twenties. She had shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail, was about 5’4, with taut, well-toned, tanned legs, B-cup breasts, and firm hips. She wore a pair of neon blue jogging shorts and a white tank top over a gray sports bra. When she was about thirty feet away, Jack stopped time. There was no one else in this area of the park. He walked over to the woman, picked her up, turned her 180 degrees, and put her back down. He took his seat on the bench and restarted time. The jogger ran about ten feet before stopping and looking around with a confused look on her face. Jack looked at her out of the corner of his eye, so he would not be obvious. The young woman turned back to her original direction and started on her way again. Once again Jack turned her around. He did this twice more, and the jogger grew rather flustered, at one time loudly muttering, "What the fuck?!" She put her hands on her hips, looked forward with a determined look on her face, strolled forward briskly, and then broke into a jog. As she approached the overgrown area, Jack again stopped time. He picked the jogger up and left her suspended in the air. He removed her shorts and panties and carried her to the edge of the overgrown area. He placed her so when he restarted time, she would jog right into a patch of tall grasses and short shrubs. He then hung her shorts and panties on a branch of a tree near where he guessed she would end up. He hung them just high enough where he thought she would not be able to reach them. He found a hiding place and restarted time. The woman jogged right into the grasses. She felt the blades of grass and bush twigs against her bare skin and looked down. She noticed she was naked below the waist. She crouched low and looked around. Not seeing anyone she searched the ground for her shorts and panties. She just happened to look up when she saw them hanging from a nearby branch. She checked again to make sure no one was near by and jumped for them. Her fingertips barely grazed them. She leapt a few more times. Jack did his best to control his laughter. Seeing this confused young woman, naked below the waist, desperately trying to jump for her clothes was hilarious. The woman gave up and started to look for a long stick. Jack stopped time and moved along, so the woman would not see him leave.
Once Jack was a good distance away, he checked to make sure no one was looking his way and restarted time. He strolled along towards one of the playgrounds. As he walked along, two teenagers on skateboards came onto the path from a path that joined the main jogging trail. They came up from behind jack and almost knocked him down. They zoomed on ahead. Jack was annoyed, but he just walked along and watched the two. They were wearing baggy jeans, frayed at the cuffs, and oversized t-shirts. Despite the warm temperature, one was wearing a black wool knit cap. The other had short, spiky hair. They came up behind an elderly couple and yelled at them to get out of the way. The couple turned to look at who yelled at them. The boys had to come to a sudden stop. They berated the old couple, who looked at them sternly and a bit scared. "You should be in school!" yelled the elderly man.
"Yeah, well shouldn’t you be dead or in a home?" called back one of the boys. The boys picked up their boards and headed over to a water fountain. Jack stopped time. He walked up to the two boys. The one with the spiky hair was bent over the water fountain taking a sip of water. The other was just behind him. Jack quickly went to his Jeep where he kept some pranking supplies. He found some nylon rope and returned to the boys. He undid the spiky haired boys pants and pulled them to his ankles. He put the boy’s hands behind his back and tied his wrists together. The then took he capped boys hands and thrust them down the front of the other boy’s boxers, so his hands came through the leg holes just below the crotch. He then tied the capped boy’s wrists together. Jack then pulled down the capped boy’s pants to his ankles. Just for good measure he pulled the cap down over the boy’s eyes. Jack went back to his spot and restarted time.
It took a moment, but the boys realized something was wrong. The capped boy could not see and tried to pull his hands up. When he did, he yanked the spiky haired boy’s boxers up, giving him a frontal wedgie. "Hey, cut it out!" cried the spiky haired boy.
"What the fuck’s going on?" asked the capped boy.
"Dude, your hands are caught in my boxers! Fuckin’ quit yanking them up!" He tried to free his own hands. The two boys tried to figure out what happened, and the capped boy kept trying to yank his hands free, which greatly angered the other boy. Jack and the now confused elderly couple laughed as well as a mother and her two small children in the play area.
The boys finally calmed down enough to where they edged off with short measured steps into a nearby restroom. Jack smiled and looked around. He noticed the young mother and her two children. The kids were about two and three years of age. They were building sand castles in the play area. The mother squatted beside them and watched. Jack gave her the once over. She was in her mid-twenties with a blonde pageboy haircut. She wore khaki shorts belted at the waist and a dark red t-shirt. Jack stopped time and walked over to her. He straightened her up and pulled her shorts to her ankles. He then put a small handful of sand down her blue lacey panties and rubbed in her crevices a bit. He then put a pinch of sand in each bra cup and rubbed some in her hair. He put her back in a squatting position while leaving her shorts around her ankles. He then tilted her back, so that when he restarted time, she would fall over backwards. He went back to his spot and restarted time. Sure enough, the woman fell over backwards. Her children giggled as she struggled to get to her feet with her shorts around them. She stood up and pulled up her shorts. She was blushing deeply. Jack watched her zip, button, and belt her pants, then saw the look of complete discomfort on her face as she felt the irritating sand against her sensitive parts. Jack could tell she was trying to figure out how to relieve the discomfort without having to leave her kids or take them into the restrooms. Finally, she took them by the hand and walked to the restrooms. Her gait was a bit off due to the sand in her panties. Jack snickered to himself and got a drink of water.
When Jack was finished taking a drink, he looked up to see two young women heading to the open field. He guessed they were two co-eds from the nearby liberal arts college a few blocks away. One wore gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt. She carried an old blanket under one arm, and had a large purse with her. She was tall and had long auburn hair pinned up to the back of her head. She also had long legs, a slender body and firm B-cup breasts. The other was a few inches shorter and slightly stockier with short blonde hair and large C-cup breasts. She wore short cut-offs and a sleeveless turquoise top. She carried a small cooler and a backpack. Jack watched as the two girls selected a spot and spread out the blanket. Both girls wore dark sunglasses. The auburn haired girl removed her t-shirt and sweat shorts to reveal a pink bikini. The other girl removed top to reveal a neon green bikini top. The girl in the green bikini top set the cooler down by the edge of the blanket as the other girl sat down on the blanket next to it. She reached in her purse and took out a tube of tanning lotion. The other girl sat beside her, reached in her backpack for her lotion, and started to rub the lotion on her arms.
Jack started to walk along the park path to get closer and waited for his moment. After rubbing lotion all over her exposed skin save her face, the girl in the pink top took out a paperback book from her purse, lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and started to read. The other girl went to reach across the first for the cooler when Jack stopped time. Jack strolled over to the two girls. He checked their bags for identification. The girl in the pink’s name was Sheryl, and the one in the green’s name was Kiki. Kiki hand was suspended over Sheryl’s ass. Jack took the time to pick up Kike and place her carefully so she straddled Sheryl’s thighs. She then took the fingers of Kiki’s right hand and cupped them around the waistband of Sheryl’s bikini bottoms. He pulled Kiki’s right hand back, which in turn pulled Sheryl’s bikini bottoms down to the top of her thighs. He then took Kiki’s left forefinger and inserted it as far up Sheryl’s rectum as he could. He went back to his original spot and restarted time.
It only took a half a second before Sheryl’s eyes bulged. She turned her body quickly, knocking Kiki off of her. Kiki fell onto her side. As she fell, her finger yanked free of Sheryl’s rectum. "What the fuck are you doing?" said an angry Sheryl as she pulled up her bikini bottoms.
Kiki was momentarily speechless. Her mouth hung open and she alternated a few glances between her now soiled finger and Sheryl. "Sherry, I…I must of slipped…I…"
"Slipped?" asked a still irate Sheryl. "How the hell do you slip, pull down my bikini and stick your finger up my ass?"
Kiki just stammered for a moment then said, "I’m so sorry, Sheryl. I didn’t mean it, honest." Sheryl gave an angry snort and turned back to her book. Kiki stood up and headed for the restroom. He hands were down by her side, but her left forefinger was extended out away from the other fingers.
When Kiki was about half way between Sheryl and the restroom, Jack stopped time again. He walked over to Kiki and removed her top. He walked halfway between Sheryl and Kiki and placed the top on the grass. He went back to his spot and restarted time. Kike took a few more steps before she noticed she was now topless. She gasped and covered her breasts with her arms. She looked around for her top and spied it on the grass. She quickly jogged to it. Sheryl noticed what was happening and laughed, "Serve’s you right!" she called to Kiki. Kiki put her top back on and headed back for the restrooms.
Jack observed Sheryl. She continued reading her book when Jack had another idea. He stopped time and went back to his Jeep. He found a pencil and returned to his spot. He restarted time and waited. Just as Sheryl was turning a page, he stopped time. He walked over to her and gently turned the page all the way with her fingers still on it. Using the pencil (he discovered that ink pens do no work well when time is stopped) he wrote, "I’M GOING TO STICK MY FINGER UP YOUR ASS!" in block letters on the top of the page. He then carefully turned the page back to where it was when he restarted time. He walked back to his spot and restarted time.
Sheryl turned the page. She read what was written in her book and quickly propped herself up on her right hand. She looked towards the restrooms. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, Jack could see she was incensed. She turned and opened the cooler. She pulled out a white sports bottle, closed the cooler uncapped the bottle’s straw and took a sip. She put the cap back on, set the bottle down in front of her, and went back to her book.
Jack stopped time. His activities with the two comely co-eds had made him rather horny. He walked over to Sheryl, unscrewed the top of her sports bottle and set it down next to her elbow. He then undid her hair from it’s scaffolding of bobby pins. He pulled down his shorts and boxers and straddled Sheryl’s back. He bent over and grabbed her thick locks. He stroked his now erect penis with her hair. He rubbed her hair all over his cock until he was ready to cum. He grabbed the sports bottle and shot his load into it. When he was finished ejaculating, he wiped the last drop of cum remaining on his penis and smeared it across Sheryl’s lips. He stood up and pulled up his boxers and redid his shorts. He looked in the sports bottle and saw a yellow liquid he guessed was a sports drink that now had a frozen stream of his cum in it. He put the lid back on the bottle, shook it violently, and returned it to its spot. He then carefully turned a few pages in Sheryl’s book until he came to the end of a chapter. There was enough space for him to write, "I HAD SOMEONE JACK OFF IN YOUR SPORTS BOTTLE!" on the page. He turned the pages back, walked back over to his spot and restarted time. Sheryl’s hair fell down her neck and shoulders. She slammed the book down on the blanket, sat up, and started to redo her hair. He found a nearby bench and took a seat. When Kiki came back from the restroom, Sheryl showed her what was written in her book, and the two erupted into an argument. Finally, the both just lay on the blanket not speaking to one another. Jack watched Sheryl take another sip and look at the bottle for a moment. She shrugged and put in back down. Jack leaned back and waited for Sheryl to get to the end of the chapter.