Sweet Valley High

The following story deals with themes of explicit sex. If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.)

I spend most of my days now in crowded places. Parks. Trains.
Concerts. Wherever I'm sure to find lots of people. Days that I'm
not in a crowd I'm sleeping. I'll sleep all day sometimes. Because
time means nothing to me any more. Not since I was struck by
lightning up in Eaton Canyon when I was in the tenth grade.

It wasn't even a week after that accident that I discovered my
talent. I had been walking to school and had realized that I was
going to be very late. I kept thinking to myself, "I wish time would
stop." After repeating this several times, I got the sense that
something was definitely wrong. I stopped and looked around,
listening. It was deadly quiet, and no movement was visible--no
trees, no leaves, no birds. Then I saw it--a bird, directly above me
about five feet, in midflight, but frozen in midair. It didn't take
long for me to realize that time was stopped. I just wanted to know
if it was me who had made it stop.

I thought to myself repeatedly, "I wish time would start." Sure
enough, after I had repeated it five times, the bird above me suddenly
resumed his flight, the wind blew through the trees, the sounds of the
highway nearby were there again. I whooped with glee--I could stop
time! I stopped it again and walked on to school, arriving several
minutes early instead of late, as I had expected.

As I moved through the halls of motionless people toward my locker,
I stopped to look at the people as I passed. They were completely
motionless, almost like mannequins. Being in the tenth grade and an
average adolescent, I naturally started to think about what the girls
looked like naked, as I did every day. Also, being an average
adolescent, I began to feel my cock stiffen at the mere thought of
naked sophomore misses, and had the urge to jack off.

Why not? I was, for all intents and purposes, alone, wasn't I?
These people couldn't see me. But, before I did anything
incriminating, I decided to do a test. Tim, my friend from English
class, was standing at the top of the stairs, getting ready to
descend. I stood directly in front of him, and said, "Tim, if you can
hear me right now, when I start time in a few seconds, you will come
over to my locker, ok?"

I went and stood by my locker, making sure nobody was looking my
direction, and started time again. The halls were suddenly teeming
with movement, clanking and slamming of lockers, and loud, boistrous
talk. The suddenness of the clamor shook me up a little, and I made a
mental note to be ready for it in the future.

I then turned my gaze to Tim, who was supposed to come to my
locker. He proceeded down the steps, oblivious to any suggestion I
had tried to give him just a moment before. Apparently, nobody could
detect my movements when I had time stopped. So I stopped time again.
I was getting better at finding the right mental images to stop and
start time. Now I only had to repeat the wish to myself twice before
it became reality.

Once again, the hallway was brought to utter silence. I looked
around at all the pretty girls, standing in clusters, bent over
lockers, and my dirty little mind was going crazy with fantasies about
every one of them. I imagined all of them bent over forward, on their
elbows and knees, with their ass sticking up in the air and their legs
spread open a bit, and their delicious, little, virgin cunts peeking
out at me. Whereas before, I had to "sneak a peek" at their crotches
and breasts (so as not to get caught), I now could go right up to the
prettiest girls in school and look at their bodies from inches away.

I now had a full-fledged erection which strained painfully in my
jeans. So I popped open my Levis buttonfly and let my cock spring
out. I stopped for a second and looked around, just to be sure nobody
looked like they had noticed. After a couple seconds of frontal
exposure, I stopped and pondered that concept: I was standing with my
cock out in the hallway of my high school, with my classmates all
round me, totally oblivious to my indiscretion. The concept blew me

Then it struck me. I don't know why it hadn't before. All at once
I realized that if nobody could see ME naked in the hallway, they
wouldn't be able to see me strip someone ELSE, either! They wouldn't
be able to see me move their body into fascinating, exciting
positions. They wouldn't be able to see me fuck them to my cock's
content, then either re-dress them and put them back where they were,
or simply leave them naked and dripping cum in the middle of the
hallway when I started time again. This thought made my heart start
to thump into my throat with excitement. Now it had come down to a
matter of, "Who should I defile first?" There were some really sexy
seniors who treated me like shit. Maybe they'd be my first unwilling

But for now, I was so horny that my cock was ready to split the
skin, so I decided I just had to fuck someone--fast! Who would it
be.... I looked around the hall for someone nearby that I had
fantasized about before, and saw Jessica Wakefield. My first victim.

Jessica Wakefield was a junior, about five-eight, 120 pounds, and built
like a model. She kept her straight, light blonde hair cut above her
shoulders, and it curled over onto her face, bringing out her large,
dark blue eyes and perky nose. She really didn't have large breasts,
but they were very nicely sized about like small grapefruits. Her
figure narrowed from her shoulders to her waist, which was no more
than 25 or 26 inches, then it cut nicely outward into the smoothest,
roundest ass I'd ever seen, which she was obviously aware of since she
wore painted-on jeans whenever possible.

The only trouble with Jessica was that she was a complete and total
bitch. She was a gold-digging, backstabbing, two-faced snob, with
about three or four good friends who made it a practice to go around
school and simply be better than everyone else. Naturally, she would
not associate with someone like me- just an average teenage sex fiend.
Well, she didn't have a say in the matter now. She was also a

I walked up to her and wasted no time pulling her sweater up over
her head, and her jeans down to her ankles. Fumbling around, I
managed to unclasp her bra and pull it up off her breasts. I couldn't
believe my eyes when I got my first glimpse of her perfection.
Perfectly tanned breasts, indicating she was a topless sunbather,
poked up at me with small, pink nipples. I bent down and kissed and
nuzzled each one for a moment, savoring her scent and the feel of her
soft breasts beneath my fingers and lips.

I then kept moving down her body, post haste, to her panties. They
were somewhat sheer as it was, so I could see a dark patch of hair
underneath them in the crotch. Jessica was neatly shaved, though, each
silken, tanned thigh rose steadily towards her thinly-veiled cunt, and
there wasn't a hair to be found- either on her legs or around the
panties. I slowly reached my hands up so they were resting on her
hips, and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With
a single, firm but slow movement, I lowered her panties to her ankles
and got my first glimpse of a naked woman. Every inch of her body was
tanned, including the skin surrounding her vulva. She must have been
not just a topless, but a totally nude, sunbather. Her cunt lips were
small and clean, tucked away, hardly visible. Hell, she wasn't
excited about any of this. How was I going to get in!

Some hand cream in her purse solved that problem in a hurry. I
took it out and lathered all over my cock, then walked over behind her
and lowered her to the cool floor of the hallway, bending her over
forward. I adjusted her body so that she was in my ideal sex
position--all fours, cunt wide open and ready for rear-entry! My cock
was almost aching from excitement. I wasted no more time and plunged
my cock into Jessica Wakefield's tight cunt. My first time ever inside
ANYones cunt, and it was Jessica's. It felt so amazingly soft and
warm, and I was already so excited, that I felt an orgasm come on
after about two strokes. I bent over her and reached around to grab
her tits, and pulled her body tight against mine as I began to spew my
spunk into her little bitchy cunt.

Spent, I stayed kneeling there for a few moments, then pulled out.
A large dollop of my cum oozed from her vagina onto the cool floor,
and I realized that this is my chance to put this little bitch in her
place. I pulled on my clothes and walked around to all the people in
the hall, turning their faces to her. Then I started time.

The clamor in the hallway that ensued was deafening. The people
nearby whose faces were focused on her began laughing and pointing,
and it wasn't more than a few seconds before everyone in the hall was
rushing to see what all the commotion was about. Jessica Wakefield
paused, terribly confused for a few seconds, before she understood
what had happened. She let out a shriek of horror, and scuttled to
her feet, tripping over her lowered panties once and falling to the
floor, which only caused the audience to roar with glee. She shuffled
to the nearest classroom, pants halfway up her legs, and slammed the
door behind her. I grinned inwardly at her embarrassment.

I walked slowly to my classroom, elated with my newly-discovered
power. Every girl I saw, I knew I could fuck any time I wanted.
Every person I saw that I hated, I knew I could embarrass the hell out
of at any time, as many times as I wanted. I felt tremendous power.
It was very gratifying.

Being that I was a horny little teen, it wasn't long before my
sexual fantasies started to get the better of me again, and I felt
that familiar tingling in my cock that meant I was getting a
spontaneous erection. It was quite difficult, actually, to avoid,
being that every pretty girl I saw suddenly became a prospective
sexual object, whereas I wouldn't have stood a chance with any of
them, before.

I started contemplating who I would victimize next. There was
Liz Wakefiels, the pretty twin of Jessica who sat in front of me in
She was a nice girl, so I decided I wouldn't embarrass her, but god,
how I wanted to see her fair skinned, nude body underneath me as I
relieved my raging hard-on in her little adolescent cunt! Yes, I
decided, she would be next.

I sat down in my seat and waited patiently for her to arrive. The
class slowly filled as I eyed each girl with a newfound perspective.
I found myself thinking, "Yes . . . No . . . Yes . . ." as each girl
passed by the front of the class. I was having a blast! My hard-on
was raging by now, and I pulled my shirt over my crotch to conceal it.
Then Liz walked in.

She was wearing a knee-length Spring floral dress with a matching
bow resting in her long, straight, blonde hair. Her face was simply
angelic! Fair, clean skin, with just a hint of makeup. She smiled
and sat down, and her fragrance filled my nostrils. I couldn't take
it any more; I immediately stopped time.

I knelt down on the floor beside her desk, turned her body toward
me and pulled her legs from underneath the desktop so that her knees
were at my chest. Then I slowly spread them, savoring the concept
that I was going to have my way with her. When her legs were spread
as far apart as I could get them to go, I started to roll the floral
dress up her thighs until I could see her plain, white cotton panties.
Little red hairs were sticking out the sides around her crotch.

I contemplated how I would get to her breasts, and realized that
the dress needed to be pulled up over her head, so I stood up and
lifted her from her seat into my arms, carefully balancing her ass on
the desk, and pulled the dress up. To my surprise, she was not
wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts bounced as the hem rose up and
over her head. Then she stood before me, wearing only her panties and

Liz had a firm, trim body, with a subtle figure, and she was very
fair- skinned. Her blonde hair fell down around her shoulders,
which contrasted beautifully with her smooth, ivory body. My eyes
focused on her breasts, which were standing firm and still, with light
pink nipples that stood out slightly. I leaned over to kiss and
nuzzle them, and felt the warmth of her flesh against my lips. I
wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her body close to mine,
feeling her softness, her warmth, smelling her luxurious scent. I
kissed her neck and then her mouth, which tasted sweet like
honeysuckle, and I licked her lips softly, parting them a little so
that I could feel her warm mouth around my tongue.

With my free hand, I reached down and slid inside her panties,
feeling her soft, smooth ass. My fingers caressed her buttocks and
rubbed in circles further downward, until I reached the bottom of her
cheek, and I grabbed it firmly and pressed her groin against mine and
ground my raging hard-on against her mound, through our clothes.

Sitting her back down on the chair, I kneeled once more until my
face was inches from her panties, and I slowly pulled one side of the
material away, revealing what, to this day, was the most beautiful
cunt I've ever seen. Her hair was a deeper blonde than on her head, and
it flowed in soft curls all around her mound, growing thinner as I
descended. Liz's clitoris was visible--perhaps she was horny, too--and
her outer lips were pinkish and full. Her inner lips were thin and
spread open a bit, as her legs were stretched wide by my being between
them, and those dark pink lips were slightly glistening with moisture,
that covered them all the way down to her vagina--which itself was wet
and glistening. Could she feel what was going on? I convinced myself
that it must be unconscious if she could, so I didn't worry.

I lifted her ass from the chair slightly as I removed the panties
completely, and pulled off her shoes. Liz was now completely nude,
and I gazed at her up and down with awe at her phenomenal beauty, just
before I lowered my head to her cunt and began sucking and licking it
all over. I flicked my tongue over and over against her clit,
thinking that, even if her mind was stopped in time, her body might be
able to get pleasure. As I sucked and nuzzled her lips and clit, I
brought my middle finger to her vagina, and slowly worked it in, using
my saliva and her juices as a tangy, fragrant lubricant.

No sooner had I put my finger in about two inches, when I felt a
smooth membrane against my fingertip. Liz was a virgin! At last, I'd
finally get to feel what it's like to deflower a virgin. I slowly
removed my finger from her cunt and wiped the juices onto her nipples,
which, surprisingly, were now fully distended and a deep pink, the
size of pencil erasers. I was right--her body could feel the
pleasure, even though her mind was in limbo!

Standing, I practically tore my pants off pulling them down, and I
really did manage to lose a button on my shirt as I removed that. Now
totally nude myself, I once again kneeled, pulled Liz's legs apart
and get in between them, pulling her body forward in the seat so that
our chests rubbed together. The sensation of her warm breasts, with
their hard nipples, rubbing all over my chest was more than I could
take, and I just lost control at that point.

I reached around Liz's waist and chest and wrapped my arms
tightly around her, squeezing her body tightly against mine, my cock
standing vertically between us, rubbing her wet cunt with its
underside. I began moving our bodies in slow undulations, sliding my
hard prick up and down her slick lips, while in the meantime I was
nibbling and licking her mouth's lips, breathing furiously with
excitement. This didn't last long, though, before I could wait no
longer. I had to fuck her at once.

Reaching in between our bodies, I lowered my cock, brushing its tip
over her clit, which to my surprise, caused her body to shudder. I
wondered if I would be able to give her body an orgasm without her
being present within it. I decided to try.

As my cock poised at her vagina, ready to enter, I took my thumbs
and placed them on her clit and begain to rub in a circular pattern,
pulling the loose sheath of skin over it around and around. Each
revolution made her body twitch ever so slightly. I must have been
doing something right.

In one slow but firm movement, I then inserted my cock entirely
into her, popping her cherry and causing her body to tense up from
head to toe. Her muscles began to quiver, and I suspected she was
cumming, so I began to rub furiously at her clit, while my cock slowly
slid in and out of her. The sensation of fucking someone was much
different with Liz than it had been with Jessica. Liz was much
tighter, and her body was much softer and warmer. I was having what
was to become the best sex of my life that day in History class, and
had I known it I would have made it last much, much longer.

As it was, Liz was cumming again and again, as evidenced by her
repeated tensing and twitching, and by the warmth and wetness of her
cunt, which seemed to grow wetter and wetter with each passing stroke.
I was getting close to spilling my seed, when Liz began to actually
make small moaning sounds. That was enough to put me over the top. I
felt a contraction that began in my groin, and spread slowly over my
entire body. All my movement stopped where the wave of tightness
washed over me. Then there was a sensation of tremendous pressure in
my cock, like lungs just before a sneeze, and I sat teetering on that
brink for what seemed like an eternity. Then my cock begain to
pulsate, and in a series of some twenty body-shaking pumps, I felt as
though I were releasing cup's worth after cup's worth of spunk into
this teen's tiny, tight, hot cunt.

Then I collapsed. My body was simply drained--literally and
figuratively. I sat with my twitching cock inside Liz's tight,
twitching cunt. We sat there for a good five minutes, both shaking
and twitching every few seconds. I looked at Liz's lovely face, how
her red hair bangs down in front of her large, green eyes, how her
smooth, white skin was the setting for her full, dark red lips, that
sat, parted slightly, glistening with moisture. I needed to kiss them
again. I sat, kissing her for another few minutes, while my cock grew
limp and began to slide out of her. I felt my cum oozing from her,
and I knew it was going to be quite a bit.

I cleaned her up, using the Kleenex from the teacher's desk, then
stopped and took one last good look at her before I began putting her
clothes back on. Of all the sights I would like to see again today,
it would be that 16-year-old Liz, just once more; to have my way
with her for another day.

I carefully pulled her panties back up her legs, and adjusted them
nicely around her hips. Her dress I pulled over her head and flipped
her hair up through the hole, then carefully pulled her arms through
the short sleeves and lowered the material over her torso, and down to
her knees. Sliding her shoes on, I realized I hadn't yet dressed, so
I did, then I sat back in my deskchair, took a deep breath, and
started time.

As expected, the class was immediately thrown back into the clamor
that it had been in prior to my interlude. Liz seemed not to notice
anything at first, but then she got up and quickly excused herself to
the restroom. No, Liz, your period didn't come early, it's just me.


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