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This is not a
science fiction story, so the details of two things need not concern us. The first is how exactly Jeremy's
freeze-frame machine works. The second
is just which pills he swallowed to enable him to produce such copious volumes
of semen. Bearing that in mind, let the
fun begin.
His mouth dry
with anticipation, Jeremy waited until the final moments of the lesson before
he activated the freeze-frame device. He
had hardly dared hope that it would work, but the trial run had been
successful. Such a device should be put
to use for the good of mankind, but on Jeremy's mind were only two things:
lust, and revenge. The bell sounded, and
despite the best efforts of Grayling, sitting at his desk at the front, as far
as the uper sixth were concerned it was break time and they were leaving. Or not.
Freeze frame. In an instant all
motion ceased. Every person in the room
was suddenly transfixed, as though the pause button of life had been
pressed. Their facial expressions froze;
they held poses which, ordinarily would have caused them to crash to the floor
had they tried to stay in that position.
But gravity too was on hold. The
field generator had done its job and Jeremy, alone in the world, was able to
move.
He looked around
in amazement at the scene. A book had
been falling to the floor as he froze - it hovered, unupported, two feet from
the floor. He grabbed hold of it and was
able to move it, yet when he let it go it just stopped where he left it. He went over to Grayling and waved his hands
around in front of the bespectacled teacher's eyes. Not a blink, not a flinch. Just for fun he removed Graylings glasses and
crushed them under his foot. Oh, but
there was worse to come. Much
worse. Jeremy was going to have a field
day.
His mouth watered
as he looked around at the girls. They
held various enticing poses as they moved to escape from their desks towards
the door. There were few boys in this
class, and Jeremy had no interest in them in any case. But the girls - oh boy, this was going to be
utterly wonderful. There they were, each
of them attired in their enticing little uniforms - grey cardigans over white
blouses and ties, and those dark blue pleated skirts. Too short, most of them, way up their
thighs. The teachers must have a hard
time trying not to look up them as they went up the stairs. Grayling didn't try too hard not to look if
Jeremy's observations were correct.
Pervert. Wouldn't see much
without his specs in any case.
Licking his lips,
Jeremy cast around for his first victim.
And there she was! Top of his
list. Melissa. Blonde, pretty, popular. Bitch.
Everyone knew she would never look at boys of her own age, yet her
rejection of Jeremy's affections had been so cruel. Well, Melissa my little honey, it's payback
time. Melissa, her gorgeous blonde hair
flowing inanimately around her pretty face, had just got up from her seat when
she froze. She stood, motionless by the
desk, her feet apart, with the typical too-short skirt. Jeremy danced over to where she stood, and
ran his hands throgh her golden hair. He
traced his fingers over her face, and was pleased to find that she was warm to
touch. Her lips were moist. First he would look, then he would touch,
then....
Jeremy got down
on the floor, wriggled himself between Melissa's legs and looked up, straight
up her skirt. The times he had wanted to
do that! Well now she couln't do a thing
about it. As he thought. A thong, a very
small tight one. Yellow. A nice contrast against the grey skirt. At the front she had a good camel toe, which
delighted him. Behind it disappeared
right into the crack between her cheeks.
It seemed an appropriate time to disrobe, so as he lay admiring
Melissa's panties he eased off his lower garments so that he was naked from the
waist down. His cock sprang immediately
up, stiff as a rock, relieved to be free of its imprisonment. He looked, and played with it for a few
moments, then got up. Then he sniffed
her. Yes, he wanted to savour the scent
of this lovely girl. He started with her hair, then her face. He loved her perfume. Then he moved down. He paused for a moment, for dramatic effect,
then lifted her skirt. Perfect! Her gorgeous little bottom was frozen
perfectly in a rather fetching pose. At
the top he could see the waistband of her thong, the tiny garment quickly
disappearing betweem the cheeks of her arse.
He got down on his knees and sniffed her bum. Up and down her crack then right between her
legs. Then he went round the front,
admired her camel toe, and sniffed the front of her panties. She had a dainty, immaculate,
freshly-laundered scent about her. He
could have just taken a look but it was fun to try and guess whether she had
hair underneath. It was certainly
trimmed enough that none was visible around the side of her panties.
It was touch
time. Jeremy stood behind Melissa and
placed his cock between her legs, where it rubbed against the gusset of her
thong. Then he put his arms around to
her front and lifted up her cardigan and blouse. He undid her bra and tossed it to the
floor. Then he groped her breasts. They were pert. Not small as such, but definitely pert, with
distinctly puffy nipples. He thrust his
cock back and forth between her legs as he did so, then moved round the front,
his dick bouncing in front of him, and went to work from that size. He cupped and squeezed her breasts, then
kissed and sucked her nipples. Running
his fingers through her hair he whispered to her, "got you now haven't I,
you fucking bitch. Let me see, shall I rape you now, or after I've fingered all
your stuck-up little friends?"
He decided to
save that prize for now. But he wanted
to defile her first. He knelt up on the
desk and began to masturbate. He pulled furiously on his hard cock, until the
first jet of cum spurted forth from the tip.
It hit her in the face, and went over her hair. He sat back with satisfaction as the cum
dribbled down he neck and onto her breasts.
Then he left Melissa, her skirt tucked up, dripping with spunk, while he
surveyed the scene for his next victim.
Next in line was
Fat Fiona. Greedy cow that she was. Always munching chocolate and crisps, rarely
seen on the sports field, Fiona was destined to be a chubster for the forseeable
future. She wasn't obese as such, just a
little chubby, but in these days of skinny girls half starving themselves to
look like the airbrushed models in magazines her size was magnified. Nobody fancied her; except Jeremy of course. Jeremy secretly thought she was wonderful,
but dared not admit it. There she was,
over by her desk, bending over to pick up her books. Her skirt, as always, was a size or two too
small, and he could see her panties from across the room. Jeremy sauntered over and groped her. As he
did so he told her, "Fiona, I love you, you fat little tart. I love your chubby tits, I love your wobbly
big thighs, and I love your big fat arse".
He then got on his knees and grovelled before her. He kissed her feet and told her that he was
not worthy to kneel before such a goddess.
He wanted to lie down so she could sit on his face with her beautiful
big bottom and smother him. Then he
kissed her legs, right up the back, all around the delightful creases and
dimples at the back of her knees, over those chunk, cellulite-ridden thighs,
then buried his face in her bum, squeezing the cheeks closed around him.
He decided not to
rape Fiona, because he liked her so much.
There was plenty more fruit ready to be picked at his leisure. As he cast his eyes around for another he
suddenly had a thought. What was better
than a pert-breasted, firm-buttocked seventeen year old? A pert-breasted, firm-buttocked sixteen year
old of course. With this thought in his
head he headed for the door, down the corridor and into the next classroom , where
the lower sixth were suspended in the process of gossiping and making small
talk. There she was, sitting on her desk
surrounded by her little coterie of toadies and hangers-on. Penny Wise, the Melissa of the lower
sixth. Attired just the same, ridiculously
short skirt, legs crossed tantalisingly.
Not for long. Jeremy chuckled to
himself as he rearranged the scene. Soon Penny was sitting in a different pose,
her legs widely spread, with her knickers clearly on display. On either side he had arranged one of her
friends to hold her by the ankle.
Pausing to grope the girls and put his hand up their skirts, he moved on
to Penny. Resting his cock on her thigh
he began to finger her. As he stood
there, idly fiddling with her vagina, his precum lazily oozing onto her thigh
as his cock rubbed against her, he mused to himself. Looking round the classroom again he thought,
"I wonder which of these girls has the tastiest cunt? Is it you darling Penny?". He got on his knees, pulled her panties aside
and licked her, where his finger had just been playing. "Mmm", he licked his lips greedily,
"delicious Penny. But how about the
others?"
He made his way
round the room. He showed no interest in
the ugly ones - why bother. He went from
girl to girl, pulling down their underwear and performing cunnilingus on
each. Then he went back to Penny. "Sorry dear, you lose, not quite tasty
enough I'm afraid". Her forfeit was
for him to masturbate and cum in her mouth.
When he had deposited a good load in there her groped her tits until he
was hard again, then continued to fill her mouth with spunk. Satisfied, he left her there with semen
dribbing down her chin.
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