The Time Stop Janitor Pt. 5

A time stop story where an ugly janitor fucks two gorgeous high school girls suspended in time. Ones a cheating bitch the other deserves justice.

High school is a strange time in the life of girls. There is so much to feel insecure about. Their tits aren't growing, their thighs are fat… Their butts aren't big enough. Tits which are not perky.

Worst of all for a girl is when they spot the girl who has all of the above. The rare sixteen year old model. Every male teacher stares and every female teacher envies her. She floats through life on looks alone and she might peak in high school… but what a peak it will be.

These women are untouchable… For most. Their pussy can act as a currency. A currency… I have unlimited access to.

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I heard about Glory before I ever saw her. She was a myth for me. I searched high and low for the tall, busty blonde, with an hourglass figure. The high school was big and I was one man.

The lunch room was full of life. I roved through with my garbage cart in search of teenage pussy. I thought I had a winner… A petite Asian girl with perky little tights, black leggings, and a crop top cutting off barely beneath her tits. I was licking my lips when across the room I heard a shout.

"You bitch!"

The entire room became silent. All eyes were on two girls. Glory was sitting pretty. She wore a ribbed knit dress which hugged her curves. Her face was emotionless while Samantha stood opposite with a red face. She wore black yoga leggings and a simple matching camisole. Her figure was similar to Glory. She was tight, hourglass… Perfect.

"You fucked my boyfriend?"

Glory barely reacted. Her head was on a perfect swivel as she looked around.

"You want to do this now?"

Samantha's mouth dropped.

"I'll do this whenever the FUCK I want!"

Glory sat in place. Samantha walked around the table. Glory's face turned and the skin became red after Samantha slapped her. It was a fast moment before Glory threw herself at Samantha. The two girls fell to the floor.

The scratching and hair pulling started. Students stood up and formed a circle. Cheering rang out from onlookers.

"Make her bald!"

I was at the edge of the circle transfixed. A fight between two women can be ever so erotic.

Insults flew between them. Slut! Whore! Cheater!

The girls spent the fight flipping on top of each other. Time was spent on their sides clawing at each other. Glory came out on top. She straddled Samantha and slapped her.

"He fucked me!" She definitively, as though this settled the entire argument.

She sat on top with a smug grin on her face.

It was a good a time as any.

I stopped time.

Glory was frozen with her smug smile. Her dress had moved from around her thighs to her hips. Much of her lower body was visible.

Samantha beneath her was disheveled. Her hair covered her face and hid her expression as her cheek touched the tiled floor.

The crowd was still. The air silent. Students were mid-jump. Others were locked in step with their eyes wide open. In the far distance the faculty had become aware of the fight and were coming to stop it. I had to wonder if they had seen me.

I licked my lips and focused on the task at hand… Two gorgeous teenage girls. A model, Glory, and her beautiful friend Samantha…

I walked behind Glory and placed my knees on the floor. She had a large bust. Two round globes. I moaned and pressed my chest to her back. I took in her smell. Water melon shampoo. Her round breasts had a delicate give to them. I buried my face in the back of her neck and nuzzled until my lips met bare skin.

"You are quite the specimen…"

I squeezed her breasts and dug my nails in. My teeth found purchase on her skin. I let my tongue slather saliva on her. With one final desperate gasp of her perfume… I let go.

Her body remained suspended in time. I placed one hand on her neck and smoothed my fingers across her skin. I closed my other hand around her hip bone, then slid up. Her dress rose from around her thighs and up to her waist.

I pushed her onto all fours. Taking a step back I admired my sweet little girl. She looked delicious.

Beneath her, Sam had a look of disgust. Her mouth was open. On my knees I came around and kissed Glory on the lips. Then reached beneath Glory and palmed Sam's breast and scanned up toward her mouth. The small bumps of her perfect skin tickled my fingers, then the warmth of her mouth enveloped them as I shoved them to the back of her throat. She would feel it when she woke up.

Both girls were in the perfect position for a little bit of fun. Glory was on her hands and knees. Her dress bunched around her waist. I pulled her back so her pussy was at the perfect height. I removed my shirt and pants. Then pressed my nose into her panties and took in a deep breath.

"Delicious."

My fingers hooked into her panties and pull them down her thighs and finally off her legs. I bunched them in my hand taking in another deep breath of her. My shoulders rose up to my ears before I exhaled and let them fall back down. Throwing them aside, I admired her cunt. She was completely shaved. Clearly she had done it for me.

My tongue ran along her folds. My saliva seeping into and over her cunt. I took a finger and slid it inside of her. It glistened on the way out.

"Your juices have been waiting for the right man."

I that man.

On my knees behind Glory, I kneaded her sweet tight ass. I gripped my cock in my right hand and gently rubbed the head. I gave a test thrust into her. Our torsos slapped and I pulled back. My teeth dug into my lips.

Fuck.

I spit onto my cock and spread the saliva around the head. A few more pumps and pre-cum began to leak out. I rubbed in circles and moaned with pleasure. I was moments from what I always wanted. What I would always want. Life can be ever so droll for some when you get what you want. But I am not one of those with discontent. I am satisfied with my lot because my lot lets me achieve the ultimate biological imperative. It lets me fuck. And a lot. These whores and girls are all bastards. They are bodies to be used. Plain and simple. There is no other purpose except sex and fucking and Glory had body language that enunciated sex.

Her cunt squeezed my cock from the very first moment. It clamped down–as every pussy should. I growled and began the slow marathon of in and out. I fell forward and rubbed my face on her ribbed dress. In this position I took quick and desperate thrusts again and again. Our skin slapping from one moment to the next. A succession of pleasure coursed through me. Her body bounced and rebounded with each of my pushes.

Her ass turned red as I spanked it. First softly, then harsher. I felt my breath turning ragged small gasps coming in and out. I leaned back and grabbed her hips to smash my torso into hers. The loud slap filled the lunch room. The only thing that could be heard was my breathing and her body being used and defiled by a much older man.

"Whore! Whore!" I gasped out. I bottomed out inside of her tight body. Oh and it was so tight. I let out a deep sigh. I smacked her hip then pulled out. "Good girl." And she was *ever* so good.

Looking down at my torso, I saw beads of sweet dripping down my chest. Glory's pussy had me entirely lost in her body. She was tighter and more beautiful than a lot of girls at this high school. One of the proper girls her age who could pass for a model. And god I was glad to have found her.

I came around to admire her face. She was symmetrical in a way only angels could be. But I found it interesting that this angel was a devil in disguise. Beneath her soft and beautiful angles was a traitorous bitch. There had to be some good in her… Some sense of propriety, I had to think. She could have lied. Denied. She could have done anything with Samantha confronted her. Instead she told the truth. It meant something, didn't it? To be a whore but truthful? To know your demons?

I pulled my hand back and smacked it across her cheek. A red spot formed over the next minute. Her face stayed in the same stupid expression. No movement. No reaction. I smirked. She looked like the worlds most beautiful doll.

The girl was on her hands and knees. I gripped her cheeks and tilted her head to look at me. I sloshed my tongue in my mouth and puckered my lips and let a long wet rivulet of spit fall down onto her cheek. It slimed down slowly, and then one big slap. I spat again and once more. I planted my palm on the biggest concentration of spit and spread my hand over her face. Marking each and every inch in my fluid.

"You dumb little bitch. Did you think you could fuck a boyfriend that isn't yours and get away with it?" I dug my nails into her cheek until I could feel my hand becoming sore. I released, then slapped her. "You're a whore. A home-wrecker cheating bitch."

I felt the rage in my body. The disgust at her for being who she was. I kneeled and forced her mouth open and pushed as far forward as possible. I pushed in until my cock was to the very back of her throat and my balls slapped onto her chin. I went in with small thrusts but let them become longer and eventually until the tip nearly exited her mouth then all the way back in. I heard my torso slap on her face. I went harder and faster because I wanted her to suffer. When she came back I wanted her to vomit right onto Sam. Why? Because why the fuck not?

I sighed and let the rage subside. I hated whores. I hated mean bitches. Glory was a mean kind of bitch. I spat onto her head and spread it through her hair. The shine of my spit glistened in her glorious blonde locks. The shame of women like Glory is they were, in fact, ever so beautiful. The pinnacle of art in human form. The other shame is men were biologically devoted to satisfying them for a chance at that pussy. In my world, however, she was somewhere far beneath me. An ant worth nothing more than a single time frozen fuck.

I grabbed her hair and pushed downward forcing her face into the linoleum floor. I lowered my knee onto the back of her head and pressed down. This would eventually hurt. And it should. I wanted it to.

"You're a frigid little bitch."

I lifted my knee. My dick was flaccid. That wasn't why I had come here. For some sort of moral victory. No. I came for pussy. I came to fuck useless women and to cum inside them. Sex is all women were and are good for. It is the inarguable truth. It is a thing only so many people can admit.

I left Glory with her face in the ground. Sam was beneath her. Gorgeous in her own way. Pale. Subtle. She had a small little waist on her and birthing hips. I love birthing hips. They remind me of the consequence which can follow my little 'sessions.'

I came around and maneuvered around Glory and removed Sam's leggings. I shuffled them down her legs and threw them aside. I admired her pale thighs and lifted her thigh up to my mouth and kissed it slowly, inching my way up to her pussy. Hm. I took a deep breath and so came her panties next. I stared at it. Pretty and pink. Perfect. What every man wanted or could want.

Sam shifted down toward me. Her pussy close to my cock. I propped Glory a bit higher on her legs and shoved my face into her pussy. I stuck my tongue and tasted her for a minute until I was hard. I look down and slowly aimed into Sam's pussy. I rubbed my head on her clit and circled it before plunging back into teenage cunt.

"Oh god…" I moaned. I shoved my face into Glory's pussy.

My hands were wrapped around Sam's thighs. My mouth on Glory's cunt. I bounced my body back and forth against the teenage victim and my tongue into the teenage asshole.

If I was sweating before… I don't know how to describe what I felt now. My entire face was hot and the entire room felt humid from exertion. I imagined I must be red in the face. But I didn't let that stop me.

The sweat covered my body and it seemed my torso squeaked against Sam's cunt. A part of it was her own juices leaking out onto me. I moved and her body seemed to squish against mine. Sweat fell down my chest to my stomach. It flew out and covered Sam's lower stomach. I gripped her thighs ever tighter and moaned into Glory's glorious fucking pussy with each thrust. It was an overwhelming sense of lust. I bottomed out inside of Sam and yelled, "Fuck!"

It echoed through the room. The sound waves bouncing off of my frozen audience.

In a moment of inspiration I grabbed Glory's hips and lowered her pussy closer to the ground. Her body moved back closer to me. I pulled her hips so that her pussy was only inches away from Sam's cunt. I stayed in place and gripped Glory's hips and I fucked her and when I grew tired of her fabulous cunt I switched back to Sam. I took turns between the two teenage girls. Time and time again. I switched and doused my cock with their wet pussy juices.

"Fuck!"

I continued on and on like an animal. A beast with no sense of needing to stop. I went so long that at one point I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was on the floor gasping. My chest was covered. The cool air flowing over me. The entire room remained frozen.

*Thank god.* I thought to myself. The alternative would have spelled the end of me.

Glory and Sam were stacked on top of each other. Both girls pussy remained inches from each other. Pretty pink pussies glistening from their own juices… And surely my own pre-cum. I bit my lip and sighed again. What a burden it is to have so much fun.

I had to make a decision. I would cum. Certainly. It didn't feel like too hard of a debate. If anybody deserved my cum it was Glory. I liked the idea that I could impregnate such a little whore. But what to do after time stop? How would I love her body…

I had an idea.

Glory was hard to flip. Her body resisted me as put her on her back. Her legs were spread, her mouth still open, and her pussy wet. I pressed my chest to hers. Her breast pressed into my body. I insert myself slowly and gasped once more. My thrusts were deep and fast. I gasped with each push. I looked into her stupid fucking face and shoved my throat into her mouth. I loved feeling my saliva slime down her mouth. My eyes fixated on her open mouth before I spit into it, then shoved my fingers to the back.

"Take it. Whore."

I slammed in one more time before my body locked in place on top of her. My body shook and my cum burst into her cunt.

"Take it. Take it." I moaned desperately. "Take it. Please."

I thrust in and out until my cock was entirely soft. God. It had felt good.

I took a moment to look around at the carnage. Sam was naked from the waist down. Glory herself was worse for wear. Her face covered in my spit… Her hair too… She was doused in my sweat. Dark splotches aplenty.

I had to make things right. As right as felt good. I kept Sam's panties. Those were for me now. I lifted her leggings and made her stand. I pointed her finger down at the floor. I did return Glory's panties. I took her and placed her on the floor on her hands and knees.

I took a moment to take in the scene. It was what Glory deserved… And what Sam wanted.

I faded back into the crowd. I let time move forward. The screaming returned immediately, but a silence fell over quickly. A big confusion, then the sound of Glory vomiting onto the floor. She arced inward with her chin to her chest as she projectile vomited. Sam stepped backwards and fell back onto her hands. She stared on as Glory's vomit pile grew.

"Holy shit…" Sam said.

I smirked for a moment before running off to get my mop. I had created my own mess.

Faculty were holding Glory and Sam was in silent shock. The crowd of kids were being dispersed. I came with my mop, as nonchalant as ever.

I listened to Glory out of the corner of my ear.

"I–I don't know!" She gagged. "I was… We were… Fighting… She did this!" She pointed at Sam.

"How the fuck–"

"Language!"

"Fuck you!" Glory shouted back.

"If you're not careful you're going to get suspended."

Glory cried. At first slow then the waterworks came after.

It was hard to keep a straight face. Bitches like Glory never get their penance. It was nice to help somebody kind for once.

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