Chapter Two
Time for some real fun
Mike despised Michelle. She acted like little Miss goody goody in front of Mike's parents, but she was a total bitch to him. Once when she was over for the weekend, she walked in on Mike in the bathroom as he was masturbating. Mike had thought he has locked the door. Michelle just stood there as Mike froze in humiliation with his penis in his hand. "This really is pathetic," she said, "but I guess someone like you has to get his kicks where he can." She walked off leaving the door wide open. For the rest of that visit and subsequent ones, she would often ask Mike if his five little "girlfriends" still did the trick for him. Mike also learned by overhearing or eavesdropping on conversations between her and Maggie that Michelle was a tease and somewhat a prude. She broke up with her last boyfriend because he kept wanting her to go down on him. She thought sucking a man's genitalia was disgusting and could not imagine having sperm in her mouth. Well, Mike was going to make her stay really bizarre this time.
He walked into the house and into the kitchen to get a soda. Michelle, his sister, and mother were all sitting around the kitchen table talking. "Hi, Mikey!" Maggie jumped up and gave her little brother a hug.
"Hi, Maggs," Mike said warmly to his sister, "glad you're home. Hello, Michelle." He added behind a fake smile.
"Well, if it isn't little Mikey," said Michelle. "You must have about ten girlfriends by now, huh?"
"Oh, Michelle," chided Maggie "leave Mike alone. He'll be a lady killer soon enough."
Mike stopped time. He walked over to where Michelle was seated and lifted her up about an inch off her chair and slid the chair out to where only the front inch or so remained under her and slightly tilted in forward. He walked back to where he was and restarted time. Maggie fell straight down on her ass and the chair fell forward and the back landed on her head. "Oww!" she moaned as she stood up and rubbed her tail bone.
"Smooth move Michelle," said Mike as he walked out with a big grin into the living room.
Later that night Maggie and Michelle were to go out with a couple of boys Michelle knew when she was in high school. Maggie greeted them at the door. Michelle was still upstairs getting ready. Mike waited at the foot of the stairs. Maggie appeared at the top of the stairs, and Mike went to work. As Maggie walked down the stairs, a long stream of toilet paper trailed behind her from the waistband of the black linen pants she was wearing. Mike laughed out loud, and Maggie and her friends chuckled. When Michelle reached the bottom of the stairs, Maggie whispered into her ear. Michelle reached around and quickly pulled the toilet paper out of her pants. She turned beet red. Maggie introduced Michelle to her friends and one of them tactfully pointed out that Michelle's fly was open. Michelle looked down and sure enough her fly was wide open revealing the hot pink satin panties she was wearing. Michelle turned red again and zipped up.
"Excuse me, Michell,." said Mike.
"What now?" She shot back.
"Aren't your shoes on the wrong feet?"
Maggie looked down to discover her black three quarter lace ups were indeed on the wrong feet. "Jesus, what is wrong with me?" She sighed adding a nervous laugh. She walked to the couch in the living room to put her shoes on the right feet. After she had done that she got up to go and fell flat on the floor.
"You tied your shoelaces together?" Asked Mike who was almost laughing uncontrollably.
"Shut up!" Michelle fired back as she rolled over and sat up to examine her shoelaces. Not only were they tied together, but they were in a knot. It took her a couple of minutes to untie it while Maggie's friends waited. Finally Michelle was ready to go.
"Way to make a first impression, Michelle." Mike beamed.
Michelle shot him a "go to hell" look and walked out the door.
"Oh, man," Mike thought, "this is too good to be true!"
Mike was already in bed when the two girls came home at 2:15 a.m. He heard them pull up in the driveway and later heard them say goodnight as they went to their bedrooms. Mike guessed they had had at least a couple of drinks like they usually did when they went out, and gave Michelle about 20 minutes to go to sleep. He got out of bed and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom where Michelle was sleeping. He could hear the sound of her breathing. He stopped time. The locks on the bedroom doors could easily be opened with anything long and thin like a wooden matchstick, so Mike had no problem getting in the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and went over to the bed. The moonlight through the window provided enough light. Mike pulled back the covers. Michelle was sleeping on her side with he knees slightly bent and her right hand under her pillow. She was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a blue T-shirt. Mike pulled the shorts down to her knees. He took her left arm and bent it behind her. He then took her left thumb and inserted it as far up her rectum as he could get it. Mike then stroked her cunt. He had never seen one in person before. This was better than any porno mag. He pulled her shorts back up, replaced the covers and hid in the closet. He left the door slightly ajar so he could see and restarted time.
Michelle awoke a little groggy noticing something uncomfortable. He eyes grew wide as she realized why she was so uncomfortable. She pulled her thumb out of her ass and sat up. She looked at her thumb and gave it a tentative sniff. She recoiled a a bit and sat there wondering how she had done that. She got up and headed for the door holding her thumb up like she was hitchhiking across the bedroom. After she went into the hall, Mike left the closet and peeked out the door to see Michelle headed into the bathroom. Mike stopped time, went in the bathroom ahead of her, hid in the shower, and restarted time. Michelle came in and washed and dried her hands thoroughly. After she finished she went to relieve herself before returning to bed. She pulled her shorts down to her calves and sat on the toilet. A moment later she realized her shorts were up to her waist again and she was peeing all over them. "God damn it!"
She whispered angrily. She pulled the shorts off, finished peeing then wiped herself off. She headed to the shower to wash out her shorts (naturally Mike was no longer there). She washed them, left them on the shower rod to dry, and peeked out the door into the hall. Seeing no one, she quickly walked to her room. She had somehow locked herself out. She turned the door handle repeatedly to no avail. "I don't believe this," she whispered.
Just then Mike walked out of his bedroom into the hall and turned on the hall light.
"Oh, God!" Michelle gasped as she crouched down and put her hands between her legs to cover herself.
"What on earth are you doing out here?" Said Mike.
"None of your business and, keep your voice down."
"Why aren't you wearing anything but a T-shirt?"
"Dammit! Don't just stand there, get me a towel or something."
"O.K., O.K., keep your shirt on....Though I don't see how that makes much difference now." Mike said with a superior grin.
"Damn you, you little freak, just get it!" she hissed back.
Mike got Michelle a towel and even showed her how to pick the lock. She bolted into her room.
"Not even so much as a thank you." Mike thought as he walked back to his room.
The next morning Mike walked downstairs to find Michelle in the living room. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch and her legs underneath the coffee table on which was an empty bowl and spoon and a half a glass of orange juice. . She was wearing the same T-shirt but had on a different pair of shorts and was watching a home shopping channel.
"Good morning," said Mike, "expose yourself to anyone else last night?"
"Get a life, twerp," she shot back quiet enough so Maggie and Mike's parents who were in the kitchen would not hear. "You must have been whacking off all last night after that, huh? Your little cock is probably all red and sore." She said in a mockingly pouty voice.
Mike was not amused. Michelle turned back to the television and started to yawn. When her mouth was wide open, Mike stopped time. He walked over to stand in front of her. Despise her as he did, he had to admit she was a looker. She had short blond hair, light blue eyes and a great body. Her breasts were not huge, but they were round and firm. Mike felt himself becoming aroused. He went to the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of hand lotion. He returned to the living room and pulled the coffee table away from Michelle. He straddle over her legs, pulled down his sweat pants and boxers, lubricated his hand, and started stroking his cock. He continued until he was about to ejaculate then move his penis right in front of Michele's gaping mouth. The cum came out with a frozen glob attached to a frozen string that suspended in her mouth. When he was finished, he made sure all of it was in her mouth. He then wiped his penis off with the hair on top of her head, pulled his boxers and pants back on, walked back to his original position, and restarted time.
Michelle yawned and then closed her mouth to discover an odd fluid in it. She had no idea what it was. She screwed up her face and smacked her lips a couple of times.
"Now what's wrong?" Asked Mike. "Hocked something up?"
Michelle did not answer, but instead took a drink of orange juice to wash whatever it was down her throat. It must have been something from her sinuses she guessed.
Mike walked into the kitchen for breakfast. He positioned himself at the kitchen table so he would be the first one to see Michelle if she would come in. As he sat eating his cereal and listening to Maggie and their parents talk, he saw Michelle just about to bring the bowl and glass back into the kitchen. Just before she came into view of the others, Mike stopped time. He walked over to Michelle and lifter her about six inches off the ground and removed her shorts. He played with her pussy a moment and put her back down. He placed the shorts by the couch, walked back into the kitchen to take his place at the table, and restarted time.
Michelle walked into the kitchen. The conversation came to an immediate halt as Mike's family stared in disbelief at their half naked house guest. Mike said, "Hey, you're not a natural blond!"
Michelle noticed Mike staring at her crotch and looked down to see her brown pubic hair exposed to the world. "Oh my God!" She said in a panicky voice as she tried to cover herself. It wa not easy to do because she still had the bowl and glass in her hands. She crouched down and crossed her arms over her exposed genitalia.
"Mike, turn around!" His mother scolded.
"But Mommm...." Mike answered in a pseudo childlike voice.
His mom put her hand on his cheek and guided his head to the side. His dad was staring at the ceiling. Maggie got up to take the bowl and glass, and Michelle ran back into the living room and put her shorts on. Mike's family stared at each other in disbelief. Mike faking of course.
Later Michelle apologized to Mike's parents. She said her shorts must have slipped off and she did not notice. It was hard to believe, but there was really no other explanation she could think of. That afternoon the two girls went out into the backyard to sunbathe on a couple of lounge chairs. Mike was in the kitchen looking for something to snack on when his mother came in. She was going to take some drinks to the girls. Mike had a brainstorm. "Mom, why don't you take them a couple of popsicles? You know how Maggie loves those things." His mother agreed and brought two out to the girls. Mike watched out the kitchen window as Michelle flipped over onto her stomach to suck on the popsicle. She slowly pulled the frozen treat in and out of her mouth. Time to stop time again.
Mike had stopped time when Michelle had inserted the popsicle far into her mouth. He walked over to her and pulled her hand and the popsicle out and away from her mouth. He pulled his pants and boxers off and knelt down in front of Michelle. The lounge chair was fully reclined and at a perfect height. He thrust his now erect penis into her mouth. Despite time being stopped and a frozen object being just taken out, her mouth was warm and moist. Mike slowly thrust his hips, sliding his penis back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue was covering her lower teeth and her upper lip gave some protection against her upper teeth. Mike was in ecstasy. He only wished he could somehow record this moment on video or at least with a Polaroid. His breathing intensified as he sped up the thrusting movements. He let loose a silent gasp as he came deep inside Michelle's mouth. He gave a few more thrusts and collapsed back onto the lawn. He lay there for a moment staring at a frozen cloud and two purple martins suspended in mid flight. After his heart stopped racing, he stood up and pulled his boxers and pants back on. He put the popsicle back into Michelle's mouth then fondled her firm buttocks for a moment. He then went back into the kitchen and restarted time.
Michelle started to gag and pulled the popsicle from her mouth. Maggie leaned over and gave her a few playful slaps on the back. Mike could not hear what they were saying, but it was obvious Michelle was once again experiencing a strange liquid in her mouth. "Oh, my God," Mike thought, "if only I could have taped that and showed it to her later. She'll never know she twice swallowed little Mikey's cum." Mike smiled broadly. "I think I'll see if Uncle Tim left any other surprising inventions behind," he thought as he walked to the basement door.