All my life I've felt awkward and different, but only recently discovered why. I was taking an evening class, learning Spanish. The teacher was a pretty young woman called Holly, and we students were all in our twenties. There were sixteen of us, mostly women, but a few men. One, Daryl, I took an instant dislike to. He looked bored, and more interested in ogling breasts than learning Spanish.
Midway through the first lesson, the strangest thing happened. Suddenly I could no longer move, and nor could anyone else - except Daryl. He strolled to the front of the class, lifted Holly's shirt and unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts. For five minutes, maybe ten, he alternated between them, sucking on her nipples that were soon hard, swollen and red.
After returning her bra and adjusting her shirt with care, he dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt. Tugging her lacy knickers to the side, he proceeded to lick her out. His moans of lust were the only noises I could hear. When he turned at last, his face was wet, further evidence of her arousal. Once again he adjusted her clothing.
Sitting beside me was Sharon, a cheerful blonde with large breasts. Daryl dropped his trousers and boxers to reveal an average-sized and very erect cock. He sat on the table in front of Sharon, lifted her yellow T-shirt up to her neck and unclipped her bra. For the next few minutes he used her breasts to masturbate, wrapping them about his cock and sliding them back and forth, his excitement clearly building.
With a loud moan of victory, he climaxed, spurting cum between her breasts. He sat back and admired his handiwork for a minute, before dressing himself. Taking tissues from his pocket, he cleaned his cum from Sharon's breasts and fixed her clothes. He slipped a cum-wet finger into her mouth briefly, before throwing the tissues in the bin and returning to his seat. He tapped his chest, and time restarted.
Holly gave a startled cry and nearly fell. Turning away from us, she leaned against the wall, panting for a minute. Beside me, Sharon gasped and grabbed her breasts, and licked her lips with a puzzled expression. No one except me looked at Daryl, and he was smiling to himself, entirely unconcerned. No one, not even Holly and Sharon, suspected what had happened, though clearly their bodies were aroused by the activity.
But I was aware.
My own reaction alternated between outrage and intense curiosity. The following week, I wore a T-shirt without a bra. I received a few disapproving glances from other women that night, but certainly a lot of attention from men. Daryl certainly noticed.
Time froze again, and Daryl repeated his molestation of Holly, but this time he used scissors to cut off her knickers, which he slipped into his pocket. After undressing in front of me, he sat on my table and lifted my T-shirt. I was completely unable to move or react in any way as he pinched and tugged at my nipples. Despite the pain and shock of it, I felt incredibly aroused, my nipples hardening between his fingers.
As he had with Sharon, he used my breasts, sliding them against his cock. My nipples kept brushing his hairy belly. If I hadn't secretly hoped for this, I would have been screaming inside my head. As it was, I more and more turned on. It was almost a disappointment when he came.
My mouth had been slightly open when he stopped time - maybe he chose the moment for that - and now he stood and slipped his cum-wet cock between my lips. This I really hadn't been prepared for. His cock had been softening already when he inserted it, but inside my mouth it swelled again, pushing my jaw to open for him.
Holding my head, he fucked my mouth steadily with long, slow thrusts. With an effort, I adjusted the position of my tongue to help - and he pulled out, startled, examining me for any sign that I was aware of him. But I made no move, unsure how I had managed it before.
With a shrug, he thrust into my mouth again, fucking my mouth with increasing urgency. Until with a strangled cry he came, his cock pressing against my throat. "Fuck!" he said. "So stupid!" He withdrew, and bent to peer in my mouth. After a moment, he sighed, and pushed my jaw up.
He cleaned my breasts and dressed us both, before returning to his seat and tapping his chest. I clutched my breasts as I climaxed with astonishing intensity, doing my best to swallow the cum in my mouth before it dribbled out. No one paid attention to me, except Daryl who cast a furtive glance. The others were too bemused by Holly's sudden turn and her distinctive moans of orgasmic pleasure.
To be clear, I despised Daryl. He was a despicable human being. But I was fascinated by the power he had, and my uniqueness in being aware of it. And maybe I could do more? I had, after all, moved my tongue. Maybe I could do more.
From time to time during the day, each day during the following week, I would concentrate hard and try to stop time. Increasingly I felt that time itself was a tangible thing, something I could hold in my hands, but stopping it was like trying to stop a waterfall. And yet... not impossible. Daryl had something, a device, that stopped time, so clearly it was possible.
Week Three, the lesson hadn't even started yet. I had just arrived at my desk, and as I bent to place my bag on the floor, I felt time stop. Moments later, my skirt was lifted from behind. My knickers were pulled down, and with the help of his scissors removed completely. He spread my cheeks, and his tongue licked my ass. No one had ever done this to me before. It was nice, but I was pissed off about the knickers.
