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The Cock Clock Ch. 01

By: HarveyMarcus



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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It was a beautiful Saturday morning in September, and I'd intended on getting up early for a drive into the country.  A few small communities within reasonable driving distance were sponsoring craft and antique fairs, and I wanted to surprise my wife with a unique present for her birthday.  She expected a gift card to one of favorite stores, since that was my modus operando, but I was bound and determined to exceed her expectations.  

But I'd overslept.  No Maggie to wake me for my outing.  She was visiting her sister for the weekend.  And our daughter Felice was visiting a college within Amtrak train distance for a whirlwind three-day tour.  I couldn't believe my baby girl was eighteen and a woman.  Actually, I had to keep those thoughts out of my head or I'd end up with an unfortunate erection.  No matter how many times I warned her, she'd still prance around in her underwear or, lately, lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.  Not that I'd ever lay a hand on her, but sometimes the temptation was awfully strong.

It was already ten o'clock, and by the time I got to the nearest event, it would be noon.  I took a flash shower, skipped shaving, and drove faster than traffic but no so fast as to be obvious ticket fodder.  I drove under a street-wide banner in front of the high school that Felice attended, announcing their state basketball championship.  An article in the local paper made a big deal of how the crowd's support, incited by the cheerleaders, made all the difference in close games.

All of the close-up parking had been taken, and the crowds had settled in for their lunch.  I parked in the only available lot, close to half a mile from the shops and booths.  The temporary stands had identical items imported from overseas.  Nothing original or unique.  The permanent antique shops were more interesting and held the promise of a wow present.  Maggie deserved the best, and putting in the effort to find just the right thing would make me her hero.  I needed the Brownie points for too many late nights at the office and too many guy nights out.

Around the next corner at garden level, there was a weather-beaten sign, ANTIQUIES, and wooden door that matched.  I crept down the stone steps.  A bell jostled by the opening door announced my arrival.  An older woman approached.  A few decades earlier, she would have been attractive.  As a young woman, probably a knockout.  "How can I help - oh, it's you.  I've been expecting you."

I started to speak.  She put two fingers on my lips.  "You want something special."  She examined me, from head to toe.  "I have just the item.  Follow me."

There was too much sway in her hips for a woman of that age.  My imagination, fueled daily by Felice, kicked into gear and I was half erect by the time she'd stopped.  She gave me another once-over, and I hoped she wouldn't notice my condition.  "Yes, you're exactly the right man."  She opened a cabinet, blew off lingering dust, and extracted a silver alarm clock from the cupboard.  "Hand-made.  One of a kind."  She put it in my hand.  

It was pretty with an abstract design on the face and oddly shaped hands.  "Thanks, but I don't think my wife would like-"

Those two fingers silenced me again.  "This is for you.  You were meant to possess it."  'Possess' sounded like the hiss of a snake.

I looked closer.  The face wasn't an abstract design after all.  It was a woman's face inside another woman's face, each one getting smaller.  And the hands of the clock.  Thick with rounded tips.  Shit, they looked like penises!  "I really can't afford-" 

She touched my arm.  "How much change do you have in your pocket?"

I reached in, my hand alone-side my erection.  I retrieved the coins and counted.  "Seventy-two cents."

"Sold!"  She clasped my hands around the clock and surrounded them with her own.  "It keeps perfect time, but the alarm is broken.  So, please don't set the alarm.  Promise me."

What would be the harm in setting the alarm, if it wasn't working?  But I humored her.  "Fine, I won't set the alarm."

She relaxed and smiled.  "Good.  I will get you a receipt."  She waddled off.  My cock twitched.  If she were younger, I'd have been tempted to make a pass.  She returned with a generic sales slip on which she'd written the price - seventy-two.  AS she handed me the slip of paper, she rubbed my back.  She was feeling something, too.

"Thanks."  I wondered if there was another bargain to be had, this time for Maggie.  "Maybe you can help me find something just as nice for my wife?"

She looked stern, as if I'd insulted her.  "There is nothing more here for you.  Today."  She crossed her arms.

Was that an invitation to return?  Because I'd want a refund on an old clock?  Not for seventy-two cents I wouldn't.  She'd made it clear that I was no longer welcome.  "I'll find my way out."

I walked to the door.  Looking back, the woman was no longer visible.  Perhaps she'd gone off to put my seventy-two cents in her cigar box register.  I smiled at the image.

Outside, dark clouds had moved in, and moisture was in the air.  I ran for my car and got the door open just as the heavens dumped buckets.  Leaving the area was less of a problem because I was already past the congested parking.  Finding Maggie a gift would have to wait for the next day.

I used the home alone opportunity to sneak one of my porn tapes out from hiding behind the encyclopedia set that no one in the house ever touched.  Even though I'd seen it before, it got me erect.  That, my wife's soon-to-be return, the memories of Felice and the sexy ass of the shopkeeper all worked to get me hard.  I could have easily masturbated myself, but I wanted to save myself for Maggie's homecoming.

I dressed for bed by stripping nude.  Although I wouldn't do that when Maggie or Felice were around, I liked the feeling of my naked body on the cool sheets.  I didn't remember putting my antique alarm clock on the nightstand, but there it was, shining silver.  I wound the back and saw the ALARM lever and time control.  What harm would it do if I tried setting it, so that I didn't oversleep again?  In the worst case, I'd just wake up naturally, late or not.  I set the alarm hand, another smaller penis, for seven A.M., so I could get a better start for my search.  I flicked the ALARM lever to ON, curled up under the covers and dozed off.

I awoke to the bells of my alarm clock.  What did that old woman know, anyway?  The alarm feature worked fine.  I reached to turn it off and felt my naked body against something - someone.  There was a woman in bed writhing against me.

"Oh my goodness!"  She sat up, her cotton nightgown snug across her breasts.  "What are you doing in my bed?"

I scanned the room.  I wasn't in my bedroom.  Evidently I was in hers.  But how did I get there?

She threw back the covers, exposing my naked body and morning wood.  It didn't help that she was pretty and that her nightgown had shifted high on her thighs, exposing two very shapely legs.  "I've heard about men like you."

"Me?  Men like me?  No, this is a mistake.  I shouldn't be here."

"Darn right you shouldn't.  But you snuck in here anyway, took off your clothes, and slipped into bed.  You're here to rape me, aren't you?"

"No, of course not."  I stood.  My waving erection did not give me credibility.  "I don't do things like that.  Not to strangers."

"Oh, so you only rape women you know?  You do look familiar."  Her eyes were on my penis, not my face.  "Well, I've had rape training, so I'm prepared."

"You are?"  I raised one arm across my face and one in front of my genitals, preparing for the worst.  

"Yes, they explicitly told us that, if we were ever in this position, that to protect our lives, we should let the rapist have his way with us.  That way, when he was finished, he'd just leave.  No bodily harm that way."  She pulled the nightgown up over her hips and over her head.  Now we were both nude.  Seeing her bare breasts, round and full with hard nipples and a thatch of pussy hair between her thighs, my erection hardened.

She noticed.  "Well, are you going to do it or not?"

"Not," I replied.

"Seeing that we're both naked, and you're prepared, you'd better.  If you don't, I'll scream my head off."  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

In retrospect, I could have rummaged for something to wear and bolted from the house.  But I didn't see any of my clothes in the room.  It wasn't my bedroom, after all, and it was unlikely that any of the woman's clothes would fit me.  I also didn't know who else was in the house, if they had access to weapons.  In fact, the only thing I knew for sure was that a beautiful woman was going to let me have intercourse with her.

So I did the only reasonable thing.  "Lay back and spread you legs," I commanded.

She did.  A bit of pink flesh peeked out from between the dark curls.  I climbed between her legs.

"You'll want me to help you, I bet."

I nodded.  So the mystery stranger tugged my penis forward, putting the head between her labia.  I pulsed my hips forward.  She grunted.  I tried again, another grunt.  I laid on her, my head hovering above hers.  Her eyes were closed, as if she was concentrating.  Her clips were moist, full.  I kissed her and slammed forward.  The kiss muffled her shout.  God, was she a virgin?  With a body like that, I'd assumed she'd already had sex, and often.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

'Oh, I bet you are.  You probably look for young women who haven't given themselves up.  You take pleasure in introducing them to - you call it fucking.  So go ahead, do what you came here to do.  Fuck me."

Her language was an aphrodisiac.  I pulled back a bit and pushed deeper.  She moaned.  "You're doing it, aren't you?  You're giving me my first taste of cock."

"Yes, I am.  And you're going to enjoy it."

Her face turned red.  "I already am."

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me like a typewriter, a steady stream of pecks on my lips, cheeks, chin, all over my face.  Meanwhile, I humped in and out, deeper and deeper, giving in to all of my pent-up lust.  This woman wasn't Maggie or Felice, or even the woman from the antique shop.  But she was getting the best sex I could offer, which according to Maggie was pretty good.

Her breathing got shallow, and her muscles tensed in her legs.  She was going to have an orgasm, and I wasn't far behind.  As her legs wrapped around my waist I made my final approach.  Long slow penetrations, so I could feel every inch of her tight vagina caressing my cock.  A few quick jabs at the deepest, and my cock exploded.  Her pussy clamped down as I shot her full of sperm.  Too bad for Maggie, I thought.

I lay there for a few moments to catch my breath and then rolled off her body.  She almost jumped from the bed, pulled her nightgown back on and motioned at the door.  "You have to go now."

"I don't have any clothes-"

Her finger pointed to shirt and pants, underwear, socks and shoes.  Not mine, but what looked to be my size.  As I dressed, I glanced at her nightstand.  A calendar told me the year - 1957, fifty-four years in the past.  I'd time traveled?  My head was still spinning when I saw the silver alarm clock I'd just purchased.  "Where did you get this?"

"From my mother as a birthday gift on my eighteenth birthday.  Why?"

Next to the clock was a photo of two females, the young woman I'd just deflowered and an older woman.  "And who are these?"

"Silly man!  That's me, and that's my mother."

Mother looked very much like the shopkeeper.  Even the daughter resembled the shopkeeper, just at a younger age.  I was about to ask more questions but the door burst open.  Standing there was a man, probably my conquest's father, with a baseball bat in hand.  "What are you doing in my daughter's room?  And her in her sleeping clothes?"

The young woman hung on her father's shoulder.  "Daddy, he was just leaving.  He didn't do anything."

The smell of sex made his daughter out to be a liar.  His face reddened as he swung the bat in a small arc.  "I think he done something, something he hadn't the right doing."

"Daddy, I did what I was supposed to do.  Now we should let him leave."  Her arms slipped around her father's chest, limiting his arm motion.

I snaked past him as he thumped the bat into his palm.

I was just through the doorway when I heard the young woman holler, "Daddy!" and felt the bat collide with the back of my head.

- - -

I batted my eyes open.  Where was I?  I felt for a lump.  There was a headache but no bruise.  I was naked, just as I'd gone to bed.  The alarm clock sat on the nightstand, with the ALARM turned off.  I scratched my head.  That was the hottest dream I'd had in a long while.  So realistic.  Then I noticed blood and semen stains on my flaccid penis.  I searched for an open cut but didn't find any.  Could that experience have been real?  Impossible!  There's no such thing as time travel.  I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, contemplating the memories and promising myself not to turn on the alarm again.  And maybe visiting that old shopkeeper with a few questions.

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The Cock Clock Ch. 02



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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I mulled the incident over and over in my mind.  Had I really gone back to 1957 and had sex with, who, a younger version of the old shopkeeper?  The math worked out.  If she was eighteen back then, adding the difference, she'd be - seventy-two!  The exact amount I'd paid for the clock.  I needed to see her again, to validate my memories, and to learn what in blazes was going on.

I skipped breakfast and went out to my car.  On the way, I emptied the mailbox and pawed through the stack.  A few bills, a catalog, and a glossy postcard from Mrs. Hendricks, president of the Parent-Teacher Organization.  Homely woman!  I threw the mail on the passenger seat and drove straight to the quaint row of shops.  I parked and jogged to the garden-level store.  Instead of an antique store with a misspelled sign, the shop was a toy store.  Where did the old woman's store go in just one day?  I turned and walked down the block when I saw an old brownstone, the only brick building on the block, with the oddly spelled ANTIQUIES sign.  I walked up the steps of the two-story and entered.  She was there all right, perhaps a bit trimmer, smiling in a beguiling manner, as if we'd just finished coitus.  "I knew you'd be back.  Where is the clock?"

"It's at home.  Can you please tell me what's going on?"

Her smile evaporated.  "But you were supposed to bring it back.  I only loaned it to you."

"No you didn't!  You sold it to me, for seventy-two cents.  Your current age, by the way.  I figured it out."

She came closer.  I could smell coffee on her breath.  "That clock is a valuable artifact that has been in my family since it was constructed.  I loaned it to you, so you could fulfill our shared destiny.  But now it belongs back in the cupboard."

Shared destiny?  A tumble in the sack was more like it.  "Just what does it do, exactly?"

She raised one eyebrow.  "Did you not experience it for yourself?  It focused your inherent sexual attention on me - and you had some yesterday, don't deny it - and pulled you back to my first sexual encounter.  You had to go back, because it was you who took my virginity all those years ago.  But it must be in my family's possession, so that its power cannot be abused."

I was amazed.  "So it allows time travel?"

"Shhhh."  She nodded her towards other customers wandering the two floors filled with antiques.  The selection was much better today.  Perhaps there was still a chance to get Maggie a gift.  "Yes, but in a limited manner.  The clock matches an aroused male with a specific female's pheromones.  Then it catapults the male back in time, to just before the woman's first sexual experience."

I was disappointed that I couldn't go back and prevent Lee Harvey Oswald from killing Kennedy, or watch Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech.  "I can't just pick a date and time?"

"Of course not.  And the male must be very careful to perform the act only, because any other changes can ripple forward."

"Like your shop.  It was a tiny place yesterday, and today it's huge."

"I wasn't aware of this.  There, you see, you've witnessed a modification of the future yourself.  Something about our encounter changed my family or me in unpredictable ways.  I know how my family obtained the deed to this property, but I can't tell you why our encounter made a difference.  Now, if you'll bring the clock back to me-"

I dug my hands into my jacket pocket and came up with the receipt.  "See, here?  This is a sales receipt, not a rental agreement.  You sold the clock to me, fair and square, for a bargain price.  And I'm keeping it."  I stormed towards the door.

She pointed a bent accusing finger.  "Then beware its use.  Your actions will have consequences."

I snorted a reply and strolled down the block, still looking for a gift for my wife.

One of the venues I didn't remember from the previous day was a wine shop with outdoor seating for patrons who wanted to sample various vintages and wineries.  A great marketing technique, I suppose, or a high-class hangout for winos.  Sitting at one table next to the sidewalk was a heavyset redhead.  Even from a distance, I recognized her as Angie, the mother of one of Felice's friends.  I looked the other way, hoping to avoid recognition.  I was about to pass her when I felt my coat get tugged.  She'd caught me.  "Charlie!  Charlie Norris!"

I turned around to see her enhanced red hair, bloodshot eyes and buckteeth.  "Hi, Angie.  Nice day for shopping."

Her words were on the verge of becoming slurred.  "And drinking.  Have a seat.  I hate to drink alone."  

That hadn't been stopping her, with a dozen empty sample cups on her table.  "How's Stephanie?"  Her daughter, also a redhead.

"She's real good.  A good daughter."  Angie choked back a tear.  "But I'm not a very good mother.  I should be able to, with just one kid, right?  That shouldn't be so hard."  She emptied the cup in front of her with one gulp, and then raised her hand.  "Can I get another sample?  Something drier?"

A polite shop clerk came over.  "You've really had many more samples that we-"

"Pour me another one, dammit!" she barked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Where was I?"  Her face went from perplexed to sad in a split second.  "Jason and I are probably going to get separated, maybe even divorced.  That will mess up Stephanie's life for sure.  And all because - because -" Angie gripped my arm hard.  "Jason says I'm a lousy lay."  I made no comment.  Even if Angie was willing, sex with a drunk was stooping too low.  I didn't need a release that bad, taking advantage of Angie's condition.  "It's all my mother's fault, setting me up."  The clerk refilled Angie's glass.

"Your mother fixed you up with Jason?"  

"No, no, no."  She leaned closer, still holding my arm.  "My mother arranged for my first sex."  Angie's blouse had a few too many buttons open.  Her breasts hung, even with support from a bra that was exposed by her posture.  Despite my willpower, her grip on me and the peek-a-boo was too much.  I got an erection.  "He was terrible.  He slapped me and hit me with his belt.  I was never so humiliated in my life!"

My immediate thought was, 'Too bad someone nice didn't introduce her to sex in a more caring and loving way-' and then I remembered the clock.  I could be Angie's first sex partner.  Treat her with respect and kindness, be gentle and- my cock was hard with the thought.  All I'd have to do was go home, go to bed, and end up in the sack with Angie.  "I am so sorry.  Can I drive you home?  I'd hate for you to get into an accident."

The wine clerk breathed a sigh of relief.  I walked Angie to my car.  She clung to me like Saran Wrap on a clean bowl.  My erection didn't soften.  And in the car, her hand snaked out and gripped my upper thigh.  I considered walking her inside her house and fucking her right there.  But that wouldn't repair her current situation.  "Why don't you take a nap?  It'll do you good."

I let myself out, drove home, threw the mail on the kitchen table and ran upstairs.  I set the clock's alarm, took off my clothes and pulled up the blankets.  I forced myself into a restful mood despite my throbbing cock.  The next thing I knew, I was in a hotel or motel room, standard cheap furniture, a tube-style TV and paisley bed covers.  On the nightstand, my friend the silver clock.

A voice called out from the bathroom, "I'm ready."

"Come on out," I said.

Angie, a younger version, stepped into the room.  She wore a thin red negligee that showed her self-supporting breasts with hard nipples and red hair down below.  She had freckles all over.  She hesitated, three steps from the bathroom.  "You're naked."

"Come here, I won't hurt you."  I approached her, cock hard and ready, took her in my arms and held her body.  Sex could wait, at least for a little while.  I pulled back enough to kiss her lips gently, softly.  She kissed back with a lot more pressure.  I ran my hands all over her back, and then down to her ass.  She threw her arms around my neck and tried to wrestle me horizontal.  I waited until I had a chance to caress her outstanding breasts and tug a bit on her nipples.

"Oh God.  I am so hot.  I really want you to do it.  Now, before I lose my nerve."

She threw herself onto the bed and pulled the negligee open.  Her breasts remained two peaks despite her prone position.  I climbed on top, my face at her tits.  I kissed and licked her nipples.  Okay, I sucked them a bit too.  She wiggled all over, her hips jumping.  I kissed lower, down past her navel.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you're lubricated and ready."  My mouth finally arrived at her labia.  I licked and kissed her down below.  Her hands pressed my face against her pussy, moaning and breathing harder.  When I poked my tongue between her labia, her pussy practically exploded with juice.  God, she was hot.  Her experience would be pleasant, not torture.

"You're making me crazy.  Do it, please."

I slid up until my penis was between her thighs.  "Are you really ready?"

"Oh yes, never readier."

I didn't have to do a thing.  She'd already grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her wet slit.  When the head pierced her labia, she lifted her hips to take more.

"Take it slow and easy," I said.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer.  My cock went in faster that I wanted, but then again, she'd caused the penetration.  "Mother said you'd fuck me.  So do it!"

I pulled back and slid back in.

"Deeper.  Faster."

I pickled up the pace and thrust my hips to drill deeper.

"That's it!  Oh yes.  More.  Fuck me more!"

The mattress had a natural bounce, an undulation that fitted our coupling perfectly.  With a squeaking accompaniment, I fucked her over and over, as she leaned and rubbed herself against me.

"Something, oh yes, something is, oh god, is this, oh yes, don't stop."

We were about to have simultaneous orgasms.  I gave her a quick tickle with the head of my cock, and then a deep dive where I humped.  Her arms and legs enveloped me, holding on for dear life as both of us spurted.  She held on for a few minutes and then relaxed.  I slid off, watching her spread thighs and her pussy regurgitate some of my semen.

"That was terrific, mister."

I stood up and took a step backwards, tripped over something on the floor and fell, my head hitting the doorframe to the bathroom.

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I batted my eyelids.  I was in my own bed, my cock still a bit bloated from my session with Angie.  I wondered if sex with me had made her life better in the current time.  I couldn't simply call and ask, 'So, Angie, how are you and your husband doing?  Is your sex life better?  Are you still a drunk?'  After washing up and putting on a sweat suit, I went downstairs for a quick snack and then a trip to the grocery store.  Maggie would be home later, and I wanted to cook a special meal for her homecoming.  She'd have me in bed for dessert.

As I sucked down a bowl of cereal, I reviewed the mail.  The bills were still waiting for my checkbook.  The catalog still showed the same flannel shirts on the cover.  But the postcard from the president of the PTO showed Angie's smiling face framed by perfectly coifed red hair.  What happened to Mrs. Hendricks?

My hands shook as I drove to the market.  The old woman had been right in her prediction.  I'd changed history, for the better from Angie's perspective.  And good old Mrs. Hendricks lost her position in the PTO.  A fair exchange.  I grabbed a package of T-bone steaks, some baking potatoes and a bundle of asparagus for dinner when I heard someone behind me call out.  "Charlie!  Charlie Norris!"  There was no mistaking Angie's voice.

It was Angie all right, not much heavier than the day I'd fucked her, her breasts still perky, her face glowing. Her brilliant smile showed that she'd had her buck teeth straightened.  She had two kids in tow, a boy and a girl in their early teens, both well behaved but not introduced.  Evidently sex with Jason had been acceptable and productive.  "I haven't seen you and Maggie at the PTO meetings lately.  We could certainly use your support."

I couldn't look at her without picturing her naked and excited for sex.  "With Felice graduating and all, we thought we'd wind down our involvement.  How are things with Jason?"  I was too curious not to ask.

"Marvelous!  And so nice of you to remember his name."  One of her eyebrows twitched, as if she was trying to remember something.  My face from her first fucking?  Back then, I looked that same, which might have triggered a conflicting memory.

"We'll try to make the next meeting, schedules allowing," I said.

"Good.  And we'll see you at Mrs. Hendrick's memorial service, of course?"

A cold shiver ran down my spine.  She was dead?  I couldn't ask the details, because I surely would have already known them.  My legs wobbled.  

Angie threw her arm around my waist.  "What's the matter?"

I straightened up.  "Nothing, just a bit light-headed.  I didn't eat much today."  I was too busy making love to you to get proper nutrition.  "Uh, yeah, we'll be there."

My shopping cart held me up as I checked out.  The clerk swiped my card for payment.  Was Mrs. Hendricks dead because of me?  What other changes had I caused?

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The Cock Clock Ch. 03



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 

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I checked the local news website when I got home. Mrs. Hendricks had died, all right, of natural causes but before her time. And it was my fault. The details about her memorial service would be announced tomorrow. I'd let Maggie know when she got home.

I sat on the bed, holding the silver alarm clock in both hands. The old shopkeeper had been right in her prediction: this clock was powerful and dangerous. It changed things, and not always for the better.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I stood and greeted Maggie. It was an awkward kiss, as if she was distracted. "How was your visit with Natalie?" Her sister.

"Fine." Maggie's face didn't match 'fine.' It matched 'one too many chili dogs' or 'My car needs a break job and tires.' "Zoe was there." Natalie's daughter, my niece.

If she didn't want to talk about herself, maybe the latest gossip about our niece. "So what has she been up to?"

Maggie's expression didn't change. "Come over here and sit down. We need to have a serious talk."

About herself? About her sister? About Zoe? What would I tell Maggie if she asked? That Zoe was just as hot as our daughter Felice, maybe even hotter? That I often couldn't stand up when she'd come into a room because I'd be hiding an erection? I'd read too many uncle/niece stories, I guess.

"I've been having conversations with Felice about sex."

Images of our scantily clad daughter danced in my brain. "Really?"

"It's been a topic of conversation with her friends. Some of them are doing more than talking." She hung her head.

I almost asked for names but bit my lip. Did Maggie have any idea of how Felice affected me? Why hadn't Maggie intervened? She must have seen Felice in bra and panties or those transparent nightgowns. Once, Felice skipped the undergarments and pranced around all night in a translucent gown practically nude. In defense, I went to bed at 8:00 PM that night, feigning a headache. What really ached was my penis, fully erect and throbbing. My dream that night was about young firm tits with pointy nipples and pussies with fat labia, both of which had been on display under the sheer pink garment.

"Zoe and I had some time alone, when Natalie was cooking in the kitchen. The topic somehow turned to sex. Zoe told me what her best friend's mother did."

"What?" Cheat on her husband? 

"The mother hired someone to have sex with her daughter for the first time."

Hang on! A mom picked someone out of the Yellow Pages to take her daughter's virginity?" Immediately the name 'CherryBusters' flashed into my head. 'Who you gonna' call?' with the Ghostbusters music in the background. "You've got to be kidding!" The second thing I remembered was Angie the redhead telling me that her mother had done the same thing, with disastrous results. Results I'd fixed using my silver alarm clock. 

"The girl evidently said it was the best gift her mother ever got her."

"Really?"

"According to Zoe, he was kind and tender, acting as if he loved her." Maggie took my hand in hers. "Zoe told Natalie, so now, my sister is thinking about doing the same for Zoe."

"Did Natalie confirm this?"

Maggie's face was flush. Was she embarrassed or turned on? "Not in so many words. But it got me thinking. Zoe and Felice are just about the same age."

I remembered the two of them frolicking in the sprinkler as children in wet bathing suites. That was well before either of them grew tits. "Yes?"

"Well, if we wanted to have some control over Felice's first time-"

"Control?" Was Maggie really going there? Oh God, is she thinking-

"It's out of the question, right?" Her eyes looked onto mine.

"What?" I practically screamed.

"Well, I thought maybe you'd do it. With Felice."

I wasn't sure how to react? I forced myself not to smile and high five my wife. Sex with Felice? God! I played it cool as in cold. "Me? But I'm her father."

"You love her, and she knows it. Listen, I've been weighing the pros and cons all the way back. I'm thinking of it not as incest but as education. That way, there would be no stranger to put our baby in danger. And we'd save the fee."

Felice having sex with a stranger just to take her virginity? I hoped not. And the fucker charged Zoe's friend's mother? How crass! But if Felice and I had sex, maybe we could avoid a disaster like the one Angie suffered. I wondered if Angie would let me be her daughter Stephanie's first lover. Not lover, exactly, but more than just her first fuck. Maggie acted intensely motivated. "You seem awfully fixated about this. How come?"

Her head drooped. "I'm just a worried mom-"

"No, there's more to this." I lifted her chin so I could make eye contact. "This is personal, isn't it? You said 'sex with a stranger.' You know, you've never told me about your first time."

Maggie pulled her hand away and folded her arms. "No thank you."

"Well then, I won't consider it unless you fess up." Quite the lie. I would have had sex with Felice in a heartbeat, maybe even with Maggie's objection.

Maggie snorted. "If you insist. I was on a double date. My roommate was dating a tight end, and I was fixed up with quarterback who'd been dumped by his cheerleader girlfriend."

Felice was a cheerleader. When she jumped around in her sweater and short skirt, I'd get motivated to score, but not a touchdown. 

Maggie continued. "The four of us made out in their frat house, in their study room. I'm sure the other couple had sex on the futon on the other side of the room, with all of the moaning and body slapping. We didn't. Oh yeah, we petted and groped each other but he was very polite and stopped when I told him I didn't want to go all the way."

"Why didn't you?"

"I'd just met the guy, and besides, I didn't want a reputation as easy. And he didn't say the right things. Like you did." She kissed me, gentle like a butterfly.

"Mmmm. Tell me more about this quarterback."

"He was really handsome. He called me Mags and wore a UCLA baseball cap all the time, even when we were kissing and stuff."

Sounded like a horny jock who'd just been dumped.

"The guys didn't even walk us back to the dorm. We took a shortcut through an alley. My roommate was going to meet another guy - what a slut - so I went on alone.

"So the quarterback wasn't your first? I thought-"

"Shhh. This is hard enough. So I was walking down the alley when some guy wearing a ski mask jumped out from between two garages. He pulled me into the shadows, ripped open my blouse and pulled up my bra."

"That's awful!"

"He said he had a weapon so I went along, like I was taught. Then he reached under my skirt and ripped my panties off. I didn't want to cooperate but I didn't want to die either. He plunged his penis in, all the while muttering how I'd enjoy it, I had to enjoy it. I don't know if he ejaculated but he left me there, slumped against a trash bin. I never felt so humiliated."

"Oh, Maggie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Maggie's behavior about sex made a lot more sense. "Did you report the incident? Get a DNA sample?"

"Are you kidding? I was so embarrassed. Back then, they blamed the victim. I stopped dating for a long time after that." She collapsed on my shoulder, tears raining down. "You're the only person I've ever told. I don't want that to be Felice's first experience."

I doubted that Felice would go along in the same situation. Hell, she'd probably kick him in the nuts and gouge his eyes out. I pictured approaching Felice with an erection and getting that treatment. "All right. I get it. But you'll have to set it up, so Felice doesn't freak out."

"Oh, she won't. She's told me a few times that she things you're a hunk. We talked about masturbation, and her favorite is pretending you're doing things to her."

Felice has fantasies about me? Damn! "Things?"

"With your hands and mouth. And your penis. Do I really have to be explicit?"

"No."

My head was spinning. My wife was giving me permission to have sex with our hot daughter. Amazing. But Maggie story about her first time echoed in my head. Maybe that rape - it was a rape - in the alley was the reason that Maggie wasn't the most active sex partner in the world. We'd do it a lot less than I wanted, but she was good at pretending interest. 

Maybe if she hadn't been raped - and then I glanced at the silver clock. I could fix it. I could be Maggie's first sex partner and spare her the pain and humiliation, and maybe get a better sex life out of it. I decided to take immediate action. I snuck the silver clock from our bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Honey, if I'm going to be on call for Felice tomorrow, I want to get a good rest tonight."

"Really? So early? Okay. Sweet dreams. I'll go through the mail and sort my laundry."

I pulled up the covers so Maggie wouldn't see me dressed in bed. I set the alarm and thought about Maggie.

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I was in an alley, dimly lit by sparse lamp poles. Some movement a few houses down caught my eye. Someone else was there, nearby. The rapist! I snuck into the nearest backyard and around the front of the house, circling around to approach the attacker from behind. All I had to do was frighten or disable him, and Maggie wouldn't suffer though that experience. Sure enough, there he was, in a plain jacket, his ski mask already pulled down. A leaf or some stones crackled under my foot as I approached him from behind. He turned and startled. When he threw a punch, I sidestepped and kicked him between the legs. Not too subtle, but effective in preventing Maggie's rape. I pulled off the ski mask. I didn't know the kid, but he was college age. I saw a bit of jersey under his jacket. Was this the same guy she'd been making out with previously? As he rolled on the ground, the UCLA baseball cap fell from his pocket. Yep, same guy, Roger. 

He wobbled to his feet. "Fuck you, mister." And he limped off to nurse bruised nuts.

I picked up the ball cap as a souvenir. Would it make the trip back with me? I heard footsteps coming up the alley. Maggie? I'd spared her the rape. But now what? Who would be her first lover? My cock decided that I wouldn't leave that to chance. What had she said? 'Control'? I put on the ball cap but stayed in the shadows. The stones made noise as I shifted my weight.

"Who's there?" she asked.

"It's me, Maggie, uh Mags." I tried to imitate Roger's voice from the brief sample.

"Roger? What are you doing here? Come out so I can see you."

"Not in the light. Come here, Mags. Please?"

Maggie came closer, searching for me. 

"Yeah, this way. Closer."

As soon as she got within reach, I pulled her into the dark path next to the garage. "What are you-"

I took the love of my life into my arms and kissed her with passion. Not a college boy kiss, but a man and woman kiss.

"Oh Roger." She ran her hands up and down my back. 

I rubbed her shoulders but then let my hands slide lower. Her ass was firmer than I remembered. "Mmmmm." I blew in her ear.

"You're so gentle. And so hard." My cock pressed against her belly.

"I want you, Mags. I-" the words were the truth, but was this the right time to say them, her thinking I was Roger? "I love you."

"Oh Roger!" Her lips kissed me all over my face. Her thighs spread, offering access. My hand went up her skirt. Her panties were wet. 

"Do I make you excited?"

"Oh yes, oh yes you did. I almost let you, before, back at the frat house. It didn't seem right then, but it does now!" For the first time, Maggie's hand touched my crotch. "Oh God, it's so big."

I had no clue about Roger's size and frankly didn't care. "I want to take it slow, so you don't have any pain."

Maggie started in my arms. "How do you know this is my first time? Is it written all over my face?"

"Your roommate-" I didn't have a name, "she told me."

"She had no right." Her thighs clamped down on my diddling fingers that had not yet breached her panties. "I never thought my first time would be outside in an alley, but I can't help myself. I need you. I want you. Oh God, I love you too!" She unzipped me and struggled to get my cock out of my pants. "Will it fit?"

"Yes, but let's make sure you're ready-"

"Oh, I'm ready all right, my love." She pushed my hand away, pulled down her panties and went up on her toes to get the right angle. 

I crouched a little and rubbed my cock around her labia, moistening it. With a bit of pressure, I slipped in a bit.

"Oh Roger. It's so fat!" Gravity pulled her down, my cock deeper. "Oh God, this is fantastic! It's like we were made for each other. What did your other girlfriends say?"

Her pussy was just how I remembered it, tight but a perfect fit. I was giving my future wife her first sex experience. Me! "They don't matter," I said.

"Oh Roger!" She shoved her hips lower, my cock filling her. "It's throbbing." Her arms circled my neck, taking much of her weight.

"We're perfect together, you and me." I started moving slowly but quickly lost control and started fucking my future wife. And she seemed to be pleased with my efforts. I gripped her ass as she moaned and groaned.

I held her against a garage wall. Lights came on in the houses nearby. Dogs barked. I thrust faster, preparing to cum. "Oh Mags!"

Her voice got louder. "Roger, I, I, I-"

I clamped my mouth on hers, to stifle her screaming. Dog barking got louder. Some resident had let their dogs out. Their growling wasn't pleasant. I backed away, Maggie in a sexual fog. "Go on, get to your dorm, I'll hold them off."

"I can't wait to tell my folks." Maggie snatched up her panties and purse, staggered out of the passage and down the alley. 

Tell her folks what? That she'd had her first sex? Damn, that Roger told her he loved her. Except it was me!

I turned to see her waving and throwing kisses just as some large dog with a mouth full of teeth leapt towards me. I picked up a trash can lid as defense. The dog's mass knocked it from my hand. I ran but the monster got my pants, around my ankles, in his mouth. With my feet bound together, my momentum threw me forward, face first into a light pole.

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When I awoke in my bed, a strange blonde was next to me, snuggled up, naked. I stretched and her eyes opened. "Hello, sleepyhead. Get a good rest?"

Who was this woman? Where was my wife? "Huh?"

She rolled on top of me. "I hope you're in the mood."

No matter where I put my hands, there was warm, naked skin. My penis cooperated involuntarily. After all, who wouldn't get hard rubbing against a busty naked blonde, even if she was a bit heavy for my taste. I hoped Maggie wouldn't walk in. She'd never believe if I told her this was practice for Felice.

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The Cock Clock Ch. 04



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The naked blonde in bed with me wasn't my wife Maggie. I didn't know anything about her except that she was a bit heavier than Maggie, with much bigger tits, and she was horny. That much was obvious by her grip on my cock. "Mmmm, I love your dick. It's so big and hard. It feels so good inside me."

Although Maggie had recruited me to make love to our daughter Felice for the first time, she hadn't given me carte blanche to have sex with anybody I wanted. Hell, I hadn't even chosen this one, she just showed up. And where was Maggie anyway? I couldn't avoid touching the blonde's warm, naked skin, not with her laying on me. She moved her face close, lips pursed with a thin gap. Could I really refuse to kiss her, based on the our intimate position? So I kissed her, softly, so as not to arouse-

"Oh Charlie. You know how I love when you tease me. Kiss me like you mean it."

She knew my name, and a second later she knew my lips, pressed hard against hers. Her tongue slipped past them. The tingle when it touched mine caused my hips to jerk.

"Are you ready already? We just did it last night."

She'd rolled on top of me, and then claimed I was horny? What could I say? "You always turn me on." I didn't know what to do with my hands. Touch her? Grab the sheets? My cock needed no coaching. I kissed her again and rubbed her shoulders. She moaned against my lips. "Oh, Charlie, you know massages get me excited." She spread her legs, her thick thighs sliding over mine. She reached down and put the tip of my cock between her labia. "Are we doing it with me on top?" She stuck her tongue in my ear.

I bucked my hips and penetrated. Who was this woman? She was very tight, tighter than Maggie after Felice was born. And then it hit me. Oh no! I couldn't be having sex with someone besides Maggie. She squeezed her pussy around my cock. "Oh yes!"

Humping with her weight on me was difficult. That's probably why I usually rode her with me on top. Except we'd never met, let alone had sex. I was breathing hard, trying to achieve some rhythm.

"This isn't good for you. I can feel it." She rolled off and spread her legs. "Come on, you like it better on top."

We'd done this before? There was no way I could turn down that offer, especially how far we'd come. I climbed between her legs and lowered myself. She guided my cock to her pussy. As my body touched hers, I slid up and in. God, the walls of her vagina were exquisite pressure. She laid back and gave me freedom to do as I pleased. Her pussy felt new and exciting, and I went pretty crazy, humping at her with vigor.

"Oh, baby, you're so enthusiastic. And after last night?" She kissed me hard. "I won't have the stamina to do it again tonight, if you wear me out." As I pursued her pussy, her breasts wobbled. Laying back with her eyes closed and mouth open, she was having a good time. "Oohhhh Charlie. You're the best!"

I didn't even know her name, but her face seemed more familiar the longer I examined it. "I love your body. It's so sexy." I was telling the truth, in a generic manner. I increased my pace, furiously thrusting. She went crazy, trying to throw her legs up on my back. She didn't succeed, but the attempt itself opened her up for deeper penetration, and I took the opportunity.

I slowed down, enjoying the squeeze of her vagina around my dick. She had excellent muscle control, all right. I licked her flat nipples, once each. She hefted her tits up, giving me better access. My licks turned to sucks. Her nipples got harder through oral manipulation. And her pussy was gripping even harder.

"You know how to get me off, don't you, my big man!"

I guessed that I did, but it was all instinct. I accelerated my groin attack. She urged me on, jerking her head from side to side. Her knees lifted, and my cock had full access. She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. Our groins were joined. Her face was flushed red down to the tops of her chest, and she was grunting with every breath. I was close to orgasm. Her hands grabbing my ass and lower was enough to push me over. I felt my cum shoot deep. She came at the same time, or close, given how she tensed up during my sperm spurts. I rolled off, exhausted. God, that was good sex. I couldn't have been that aggressive with Maggie. We'd had blistering hot sex in a way Maggie and I had never achieved. Oh Maggie, I'm so sorry!

The blonde sat up, tits hanging. "I'm going to take a shower. You made me so sticky, you nasty boy!" She kissed me open mouth and nipped at my tongue when I engaged her in Frenching, something else Maggie couldn't tolerate. "Get dressed. Sissy will be home soon."

Sissy? After she went into the bathroom, I pawed through papers on our dresser. Finally, I found an envelope addressed to both of us - Charlie and Heather. The only possible explanation crashed down on me like an avalanche - Heather was my wife. Maggie was gone, or at least not with me. And who was Sissy?  Our daughter? I'd really messed things up now. At least that hot frolic in bed was with my current wife. Would that count as cheating on Maggie? If Maggie wasn't my wife, then what happened with Felice? 

I wracked my brain, trying to remember where I'd heard that name. Wasn't there a blonde cheerleader named Heather that Maggie introduced me to at a reunion? 

I cleaned up in the bathroom, listening to Heather sing off-key in the shower. I'll admit that I stole glances at her through the frosted plastic. The water stopped and she pulled back the curtain. God, she was voluptuous. My cock got hard again just looking at her slick wet body. I was jealous of the droplets that traveled across her face, down her neck and over her tits.

I needed to know more, while being subtle. Heather expected me to know all the details of our life together. "I have an interesting perspectives game. You're willing, right?"  I moved back into the bedroom and started getting dressed, socks and underwear first.

Heather grabbed a towel from the rack and followed. "Sure, sweetie."

I grabbed a pair of pants hanging on a doorknob. "Okay. Tell me how we met."

"Really? You know the story."

I didn't. "Tell me anyway, from your perspective. It'll be interesting." I went into a stranger's closet and chose a shirt. Had my taste changed being married to Heather? Everything looked more expensive than my regular taste and budget.

"Okay, if you insist." She dabbed at her body with the towel. "I was going steady with Roger Wilcox, the quarterback. You must remember him. A real ladies' man, and I thought I'd caught him. We hadn't gone all the way but did some serious making out. He said that was fine and that he'd be patient. Maybe I never told you this before. Anyway, everything was going fine when one weekend, he told me he and his buddy were going someplace stag, no women allowed. I didn't think anything of it and went off with some friends for a couple of days. By the time I got back on Monday, Roger and some plain chick had gotten engaged."

This was all my fault. Roger told Maggie he loved her in the alley, except it was me, not Roger. So Maggie fell for him and got him to commit. "So then what?"

"Well, I felt terrible but my best friend told me to pick myself up and find a nicer guy. We went to a concert on campus and in the crush of people, somebody in a Nixon mask was rubbing and grinding his body against me. And then my skirt was up and my panties were down and I realized, shit, this guy was going to fuck me, standing up in the middle of this mob."

"Did he?"

"Come on now. You know the rest. My hero." She put her arms around me, pressing that awesome body against mine. "You pulled him away before he did any damage. You held him on the ground with your hand on this throat until security showed up. Turned out, it was Roger, the shithead, looking for what I hadn't given him."

Wow! I rescued Heather from a rape by Roger, just like I had Maggie. "It sounds so much better when you tell it."

"That's because you're modest as well as heroic." Heather kissed me. "And a great lay. Now let me get dressed, and you should too. I promised Sissy I'd take her shopping but I have to cook for the PTO meeting tonight so you're elected."

Who was Sissy again? Oh yeah, our daughter, presumably. Noises of a door rattling were audible even in the upstairs bedroom.

"That's her, always forgetting her key. You go on, take her to the mall. She can catch up with her homework after dinner."

"Okay." I took one step towards the door.

"Where's my good morning kiss?" Heather had her arms open. I thought I'd already delivered multiple good morning kisses and a good morning fuck to boot. If there wasn't a daughter downstairs, I might have picked Heather up, laid her on the bed and gone for another ride. But duty and a new daughter called.

I went downstairs and opened the door. Two lovely young ladies stood there, side by side, both with tight tops, short skirts, nice legs and backpacks. One was blonde, the other brunette. The brunette caught my attention because she looked almost exactly like Felice, my real daughter.

"Daddy?" whined the blonde.

I turned my attention to the blonde. "Hi."

The blonde gave me half a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You are so rude, checking out my friend. Don't I come first?"

The sexual innuendo wasn't lost on me. "Of course, sweetheart." Was that my pet name for her? "Your mother wants me to take you shopping."

"Perfect." The two young ladies came in and dropped their backpacks on the floor.

I looked at the brunette, who still hadn't been introduced. Was I supposed to know her already? "Is your friend coming with us?"

"Daddy, first you check her out and then you forget her name? Not cool."

The brunette blushed.

Heather came downstairs in sweats. "Are you two still here? Oh, I didn't know you'd be bringing Joy home with you."

Joy? Felice? That was weird.

"Your Dad's taking you shopping because I have to cook for the PTO meeting."

"That's perfect. Joy can stay here and help you while Daddy and I shop. We won't be too long. I only need a couple of things." She shook her chest, and a couple of things wobbled under her shirt.

"I don't have many opportunities in the kitchen," said Joy. "My mom doesn't like to cook."

Joy had Felice's voice, soft and sexy. Her mom sounded like Maggie, whose recipe book was a folder of carry-out menus. Was Maggie Joy's mother? Then who was her dad?

Sissy grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out the door. "See you guys later."

The car key in my pocket matched a foreign-branded two-seat couple. Not my Dodge sedan. Somehow, marrying Heather had moved me up a notch.

"I'm so glad you don't have to be at work today," said Sissy.

I didn't even know where work was, or what I did. "Yeah, me too." Maybe Sissy would play along with questions for which I should have known the answer. I started slow. "How's school?"

"Wow! That's perfect, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, in private." She crossed her legs. Her short skirt slipped dangerously close to her privates.

I swerved to avoid a car that was pulling out from a parking space.

"Daddy, keep your eyes on the road."

Did Sissy suspect I'd been distracted by her leg show? Shit! 

The street-wide banner I'd seen in front of the high school was missing. "Tell me, how did your school do in basketball this year?"

"We sucked big time. And can you believe it? They said it was our fault - the cheerleaders! That we didn't get our students and fans energized enough. Maybe if they got better players-"

Sissy kept talking but I remembered a different ending of the season when the team won the championship. In that reality, the cheerleaders made all of the difference. Sissy's voice faded back in to my consciousness. She's uncrossed her legs and her skirt had moved up her thighs. "Is Joy a cheerleader?"

"No, see, and she would have been perfect for the squad. She has energy and is athletic and - say, why does that matter?"

"Just curious. She seemed to be the cheerleader type." Whatever that was.

"Maybe you should tell her that when we get home. Maybe she'll change her mother's mind about it if we both think she'll be great."

So Maggie or someone else as Joy's mother kept her from the squad. Was that my fault too? Joy's lackluster school experience and the team's lost season?

"Daddy? Earth to Daddy! Can we talk about what I need?"

To get laid, I expected. "Sure. What is this thing you wanted to talk about? In private?"

Sissy's cheeks got redder. "I need help with an experiment, but I have to be sure you're qualified to assist. You know, that you have the right skills."

She made it sound difficult. "I'll try my best."

"Perfect!"

I parked the car and she took my hand. "Come on, slow poke."

She ran ahead, her skirt flapping, exposing her panties to me and every one else behind her. I jogged to catch up. She waited at the entrance. I stopped to catch my breath. "You're getting out of shape, Daddy."

I felt my stomach, trimmer than myself before Heather. Maybe this marriage was an improvement over the one with Maggie. But I couldn't leave things this way, could I? "I promise I'll work out more."

Sissy giggled. "You never work out. Come on, the store is right over there." We were hand-in-hand again, walking straight towards Vanessa's Secret.

"You need underwear?" I asked.

"They don't call it underwear, silly. Lingerie and foundations." 

Sissy led me to the chest foundations area. A pleasant clerk smiled. "How may I help you?" 

"I need a couple of new bras. The old ones are too small." Sissy thrust out her chest, as if to prove her point.

Sissy's tits were still growing? They looked full sized to me, maybe even bigger than full size. Took after her mother, I suppose. Her mother, not my wife. The distinction gnawed at me. The clerk and Sissy had a discussion about styles, materials, underwire and other considerations. There was some conspiratorial buzzing as well. 

The clerk remained smiling and led us both back to a changing area with small cubicles. "You can try them on in here." She handed the garments to me, not Sissy.

Sissy opened the door and walked in. With a tug, I was pulled in after her. She shut the door and locked the latch. "I'm going to qualify you now."

Huh? "Qualify me for what?"

"You remember. What we talked about in the car. I need to do some experiments for my combined biology and psychology classes, but I need to be sure you'll cooperate. So, this is a test run. Okay?"

What choice did I have? Besides, somehow, I knew this would lead to pleasurable circumstances. "Sure. Qualify me."

"Perfect. So, do you find me attractive?"

"What man wouldn't?"

"Not any man. You. We need to be specific for the experiment."

"Okay, yes, I find you attractive."

"Put your hands on my shoulders."

I followed her directions, massaging them a bit like I did her mother. "Like this?"

"Yes, but you shouldn't wiggle your fingers. Just touch. The experiment, remember?"

"Okay, okay. Now what?"

"So, tell me, are you more excited touching me than when you weren't?"

"I guess so." My cock hadn't shrunk or inflated by the mere touch of her shoulders.

"Good, but you'll need to be more precise in the experiment. We'll use a numeric scale for the real thing, but for now, just 'yes' or 'no' will do. Now, remove your hands."

I dropped them to my sides. Sissy pulled off her shirt. Her breasts strained against the bra. It was tight, all right. I wondered if her pussy was tight. My cock lurched. Since Sissy wasn't my real daughter, could I have sex with her without regret? Maybe Heather would be okay with it, like Maggie was.

"Are you more excited now, seeing me this way?" She pulled back her shoulders. 

I wanted to take her tits in my hands but took deep breaths instead. "Yes. Oh yes."

She reached behind and unclipped the bra. It practically jumped off her chest, only the straps kept it from hitting my chest. She let the garment drop. "And now, with me exposed. More excited than before?"

"Hell yes!" Without permission, I reached up for those two full globes of flesh. Sissy batted my hands away. "I didn't tell you to touch me. You have to do what I say, Daddy, or you'll ruin the experiment."

I hoped that the experiment included panties off, my pants off, and delicious penetration. "I'm sorry."

She smiled. "Okay, now you can touch them."

I wrapped her breasts in my outstretched fingers, palpating their mass. God, they were firm and upright yet soft. Must have been strong chest and back muscles. "I'm even more excited than before. Just so you know."

Her face was a bit redder, her lips moist and open. "So am I, Daddy. Your hands feel so good."

"Not as good as this." I hefted one breasts to my mouth. My lips found the nipple soft but extended. I nibbled the tip, gradually opening my mouth to suck the whole tip and more into my mouth. My tongue ran across the nubbin.

"You're improvising again." Sissy moaned and pulled away. "You shouldn't be doing that. Its sexual, and you know how Mommy feels about sex between parents and children."

I didn't know, a dangerous gap in my relationship with Heather. "So touching your breasts wasn't sexual?"

Sissy smiled. "Yeah, a little bit. Good thing you won't be doing the experiment with me." She popped on one of the new bras. "There, fits fine. Do you like the colors?"

The one she wore was flesh tone, the other was white. "Yeah, sure." I didn't try to hide the bulge in my pants. "So what do we do now?"

"Pay for the bras, silly, and go home."

Sissy put her shirt on over the new bra. The clerk noticed our exit from the changing room. "Were these satisfactory?"

"Perfect. I'll take both of them. My daddy will pay."

Besides the bras that were being rung up on my charge card - still with my name, thank goodness - I was sure that I'd pay for having sexual feelings for Sissy. But if she wasn't my partner for the experiment- And then it hit me. Joy was! The young woman who looked like Felice and I were going to get sexual with each other. And I had Maggie's permission to have sex with her. Not her, Joy. Her, Felice. But was Joy Maggie's daughter? My daughter, I mean. And how would the current Maggie feel about me, who isn't her husband, having sex with Felice, I mean Joy? It was all so confusing.

In the car on the way home, I couldn't help but ask. "Remind me, when did your mother tell you she won't tolerate incest?"

"Last week." She turned towards me in the bucket seat. "We had a sex talk, and that's when I told her I wanted you to be my first."

Holy vaginas! "You did?"

"Yeah, and she got really upset and told me you and I could never do it. Not first, not ever." She clasped her hands together and stuck them between her thighs. Maybe she'd gotten excited too, during my qualification. "Tell me, Daddy, would you want to be my first? If Mommy didn't object, I mean?"

My face felt warm and my cock was bloated down the leg of my pants. "I would have been honored."




The Cock Clock Ch. 04



Sissy unclasped her hands, leaned closer and put one palm on my thigh to balance herself as she kissed my cheek. My cock was hard from our touching and sucking as well as her admission, and her hand was close enough to press against part of it. "Oh Daddy! You're really excited. Like, off the chart excited." She grabbed hold. "You need to calm down before we do the experiment. You have to start peaceful."

Her fingers on my cock weren't helping at all, but I didn't complain. They stayed there, teasing my cock as we pulled into the garage. Heather and Joy were cleaning and drying pots and bowls when we came in. A tray of tempting hors d'oeuvres sat on the counter. I reached for one. Heather slapped my hand. "These aren't for you. They're for the meeting. Can't you control yourself?" And them she winked. God, if I stayed married to Heather, I'd have an abundant sex life. And maybe I could change her mind about incest. I already had fantasies about Sissy that rivaled the one's I'd built up about Felice.

Heather covered the tray with plastic wrap, took off her apron and got her coat. "I'll be back in time for dinner. There are snacks in the fridge, but don't over do it. Save some of your appetite for the main course." Another wink.

Were Sissy and Joy my sexual hors d'oeuvres and Heather my main course? She couldn't have meant the comment that way. But then again, there was that sexy wink.

After Heather left with the tray, Sissy was all business. "Daddy, I need to do an analytical report for my Human Sexuality class. Joy has agreed to participate as the female-"

I interrupted. "And I'm the male. Got it. What do I have to do?" 

"I'll give you directions, and you have to follow them explicitly."

I was hoping they'd get explicit. Maggie's permission to give Felice her first sexual experience popped back up in my mind.

"But you both have to start out calm and unaffected." Sissy glanced at my crotch. My cock was still partially erect from her manipulations in the car. "So here are some booklets for you to read, with questions you have to answer. You'll work in separate rooms until I bring you together, and then we'll go through the steps of instructions promptly. Understood?"

Joy and I nodded and took our booklets.

"When we get back together, after each step, I'll ask you to tell me your excitement score, from zero to one hundred, where zero is nothing and one hundred is, well, orgasm I guess. The number is completely subjective, so don't worry about it. Daddy, you go up to your bedroom. Joy will stay down here and work."

At the mention of orgasm with Joy, my cock flinched. I was glad she gave us the directions up front. I climbed the stairs and sat on the bed. The booklet had pages of prose followed by questions, then more of the same. The obligation to answer questions focused my attention on the reading. After two sections, I noticed my erection had completely disappeared. Maybe it was the process, or maybe the subject matter, which was boring as shit.

I was about to start section three when Sissy appeared in the doorway wearing a baggy sweater too heavy for the weather and very loose sweatpants. "Are you ready to begin?" She held a clipboard, I guessed for recording results.

"Yep." I put down my booklet.

"Okay, stand up. We'll start when Joy comes in."

A moment later, Joy crept in. She was hesitant, perhaps an unwilling participant.

"Let's begin," said Sissy. "Step one. Hold hands."

Joy's fingers were long and thin, her hands warm.

"Your scores, please."

"Five, I guess," said Joy.

"Ditto," I said.

"You can have different scores, you know." Sissy wasn't pleased that I'd just accepted Joy's score as my own. I promised myself to be more introspective.

"Step two. Kiss, please."

I tilted my head and closed my eyes. Joy stood her ground so I advanced and leaned forward. Her lips were dry, unprepared for the activity.

"Still five," I said, not waiting for Sissy's prompt.

"Seven," said Joy.

"Good. Step three. Embrace."

I took Joy in my arms and held her close. Her breasts flattened against my chest. I felt my cock begin to engorge. Yes, intimacy was having an effect. "Twelve," I said. I had to leave room for the more intimate activities that lie ahead.

"Fifteen," said Joy. Her face was red, probably from embarrassment. In this version of her life, I was practically a stranger.

"Excellent. You guys are perfect together. Step four. Shirts off, no touching."

Sissy and I had simulated this step in the underwear store. Joy's bra was one of those opaque ones with stiff plastic cups, the kind that doesn't show anything. I was disappointed. "Still twelve."

"Seventeen," said Joy. Taking off clothes was getting Joy more excited than me.

"Step five. Another embrace."

This time, feeling Joy's naked back, my cock got to full length. Not completely hard, but impossible to hide when pressed against a desirable young woman. Her hands roamed my back as well, and that helped the sexual tension that was building. Would Sissy let us get to one-hundred? "Twenty."

"I don't know," said Joy. "Twenty-five?"

One fourth the way to an orgasm? Was she that excited at just touching?

"Step six. Another kiss, longer this time."

I cradled Joy and kissed her firm but not pushy. Her lips had moistened in the interim. I ran my tongue over them. She parted her lips a bit. I didn't force the issue, but our tongues touched briefly in mid-air. "Twenty-five."

"Thirty!" Joy almost screamed it.

"Okay, I heard you. Step seven. Pants off." Sissy's face was wet with perspiration. Her sweater and the sexual tension must have been driving her crazy.

Joy and I couldn't keep our eyes off each other. My jockeys had a huge lump in front, evidence of my level of excitement. Joy wore plain cotton panties that again showed nothing. "Twenty seven."

Joy stared at my groin. She seemed fixated. "Hmmmmm. Thirty two." 

"Okay, step eight." Sissy looked us both up and down. "One more embrace."

No way was my penis pressing against Joy's lower belly going to be ignored. One of my arms held Joy's shoulders, the other arm held her waist. Her arms were around my neck. Without warning, she kissed me, long and strong.

"Joy, stop that."

"I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away."

"So noted. Your scores?"

"Definitely forty," said Joy.

"Thirty," I said. That was probably low, but I wanted some room on the scale so that, if it went far enough, I could run up from eighty or so to one hundred at a reasonable rate.

"Okay, we're getting close to the end of the experiment, so hang in there."

My cock was no longer hanging. It stuck out at nearly a ninety degree angle, right at Joy. "Yes, ma'm."

"And thank you for your cooperation. Ready to take your underwear off? Step nine."

Joy slid her panties off in one smooth motion and stepped out of them. There she was, only in a bra, nearly my daughter. I pulled off my jockeys and let them fall to my ankles.

"Oh God!" Joy put her hands to her mouth. "Your penis is so, so, well, so beautiful."

What was I supposed to say in response? 'You have a pretty pussy?' "Thanks. You're very sexy."

"Scores?" asked Sissy.

"Fifty!" said Joy.

She was half-way to orgasm just by seeing my prick? "Thirty five." I was prepared to bump up my number as soon as naked flesh touched.

"Step ten. Last embrace."

Joy rushed into my arms, pressing her nearly naked body against mine. She adjusted her stance and hips so that my cock fit between her thighs. Sissy didn't call us out for that. My hands fell to Joy's ass, to pull her close to me. My cock throbbed. If underwear off was step nine, Sissy had forgotten about Joy's bra. I unclasped Joy's remaining garment.

"Okay, time's up."

None of the other steps had been called like that. Had we held each others' naked bodies too long? When we separated, Joy's bra dipped forward.

"Daddy, I told you not to improvise."

I glanced at Joy's bare tits top down. "I thought you'd forgotten it when you had us remove underwear."

"No, but that's okay. No harm done. It should be off anyway. In this next step, you can hug and kiss and fondle each other. Periodically, I'll ask for your scores. Begin."

I reached for Joy's tits as she stepped forward. One of her arms encircled my waist, the other took firm grip of my cock, tugging at it, rubbing it against her belly, aiming it down. I tweaked her nipples and slid my hands down her sides to her ass, raising her up just a bit so my cock could slide between her thighs and along her vaginal lips.

"Score," said Sissy.

"Sixty," said Joy. I squeezed her buttocks. "No, sixty-five."

I was ready to fuck my previous daughter. "Seventy!"

"Really?" asked Joy. She smothered my face with kisses as I dipped my hips to position my cock. 

This action had been endorsed by Maggie. Actually, solicited. I whispered in Joy's ear, "Oh yes, and we're aiming for one hundred." 

"Scores?" asked Sissy.

How did I know? All I wanted was a horizontal surface with Joy on her back, legs spread and willing. "Seventy five." And at entry, I'd achieve eighty.

"Okay, stop!" shouted Sissy.

Huh? "What do you mean, stop?" I said. Joy and I wanted each other, we were both all juiced up and willing. Sissy couldn't stop us now, could she? Shit, it was her experiment. I tried to pull away but Joy held on for dear life.

Sissy stepped in and pulled Joy out of my arms. During our foreplay, Sissy had stripped bare. Her body was a young version of her mother Heather's, big breasts and meaty thighs. 

She dropped her clipboard and took a position in front of me. "You'll continue this step with me." Her body greeted mine with warm smooth skin. She pressed herself against me. 

My cock was between her legs, still hard and looking for a damp, warm place to hide. "But what about your mother?" I asked.

"Yes, what about me?" Heather stood in the doorway, fists on hips. Her face was not a happy one. "Go to your room, young lady, I'll be right there. And Charlie, cover that up." She pointed to my pointed prick. Her scowl could have sunk a thousand ships.

Being alone with Joy was awkward. Under Sissy's command, we'd gotten sexually intimate. Now, our behavior was left to us. 

Joy's face was hidden behind her hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

I stepped forward and embraced her. "Don't be. We were just pawns in Sissy's game."

She dropped her hands. "I've never done anything like that before. And God help me, I want to do it again."

With me? I wondered. "So do I. You're a very sensual young woman."

"Really?"

I kissed her to make my point. Her hand found my wilted penis and brought it back to life. We kept kissing and touching. I didn't ask, but I was easily past eighty and I hadn't achieved penetration yet. Yet? Could I take this young clone of my daughter to bed? I snaked my hand around her hip towards the gap between her legs. She changed her stance to give me access. My slick finger told me she was moist and excited, probably somewhere near eighty. I could easily take her the last twenty. The touching and kissing and fondling was exceedingly pleasurable and exciting. Actually having sex could break that spell as well as her cherry, if she still had one. I moved us backwards until her calves touched the bed. Now all she had to do was lay back-

"Charlie!" I glanced at Heather at the door, who must have completed her conversation with Sissy.

Joy and I hadn't completed anything, and now we weren't going to.

"You need to get dressed and go home now," Heather said to Joy. "And you, mister, you need to get your pants on and join us in the family room."

I pulled up my pants without my jockeys and went downstairs, the image of naked Joy firmly in my memory. She looked so much like Felice, it was scary.

Sissy had put on a baggy long sleeve shirt and those previous sweatpants and sat on the family room sofa. Heather pulled up a chair. She directed me to the other side of the sofa, Sissy safely out of reach.

I kept my mouth shut.

"Sissy told me the whole story, about how she set you up." Heather crossed her arms over her large breasts. "She planned on getting you so sexually aroused that, at the last minute, she'd replace Joy and have sex with you."

I looked over at Sissy. She was examining her fingernails. "I'm sorry, Daddy. It was wrong and I'm sorry. I just wanted my first lover to be kind and gentle, and I knew you would be."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joy skitter past, heading for the door. She blew me a kiss. Heather had her back to the gesture but Sissy saw.

Heather continued her chastising. "That doesn't cut you any slack, young lady. If I have any strict rules, no sex with family members is one of them."

"And I'm sorry too, for letting myself get caught up in the spirit of the scam." I looked deeply into Heather's eyes. "You're the only woman for me, and you know it." Except for my real wife Maggie, that was.

"Thank you, dear. But that won't get you into our bed tonight. You'll sleep down here until I decide you've earned you way back upstairs. Now, both of you, grab some leftovers from the fridge and have dinner. You've both probably worked up quite an appetite. I know I get hungry afterwards." Heather gave me her private wink in front of her daughter.

I was about to correct her, that I hadn't had sex with either of the young women, but she'd already stood up and left. "She trusts us to be alone in the same room?" I asked. "After what she saw?"

Sissy stood up and wiggled her finger, coaxing me into the kitchen. She grabbed two plates from the cabinet and opened the fridge door. "When Mom and I just talked, she told me that she might just change the rule."

"What rule?"

"About you and I, you know-"

I raised an open palm in her face. "Impossible! You heard her. No sex with family members."

Sissy kept her voice low. "Well, she told me she understood intellectually why I wanted you as my first, and the benefits. But because of her own experiences, she was scared how it might turn out."

I had no idea what experiences Heather had suffered to cause such attitudes. Maybe her real husband did, but I was clueless. "Did she mention any details?"

"Only something vague about her father, but then she dummied up. Anyway, you should know she's thinking about allowing it, just once. So if we're on good behavior, maybe we can finish what I started." She leaned close and gave me one hell of a sexy kiss, so strong it brought on a full erection in seconds. "And you can't be too mad at me. After all the Joy I brought you." Sissy chuckled at her pun. 

I smiled back despite the fact that my joy had been interrupted. 

Heather joined us in the kitchen. Sissy and I had put some distance between us. "Don't forget, we have Mrs. Hendrick's funeral tomorrow. You did ask for time off, didn't you?"

"Of course." Maybe Heather's real husband did, but I hadn't. I didn't even know my employer's name or phone number. I decided I'd check my wallet before bed for clues.

After dinner, Heather and I watched TV a chaste distance apart on the sofa. Sissy stayed upstairs, probably texting or video chatting with Joy about their experiences. Maybe they'd mutually masturbate electronically.

TV was boring. I couldn't stop thinking about poor Mrs. Hendricks. She was dead, I was responsible and didn't know how to fix it. "Can I just go to bed early? It's been a stressful and exerting day."

"Sure honey. Do you want a clock?"

My head straightened. "Yes, the silver one, please."

Heather brought it downstairs for me. "Need pajamas?"

"Nope. It gets cold down here, so I'll sleep in my clothes."

"Okay, if you insist. There's an extra blanket in the linen cabinet if you need it. Good night."

"One thing before you go. What was Mrs. Hendrick's maiden name?"

"I have no idea. Adele was her first name. She worked in the library for years before getting involved with the PTO. She had several kids, all grown or off at college. That's all I really know about her personally."

"Thanks. Good night."

I got no good night kiss from either female in the house. Just as well. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Mrs. Hendricks, who I hadn't seen in several years.

----

I found myself sitting at a table in a small room lined with bookshelves. The library! The good old silver clock, perched high on an empty shelf, had taken me to meet Adele Hendricks. Had she experienced her first sex at work? A younger version of Adele Hendricks approached, although her name wasn't Hendricks yet. Her name badge confirmed her first name - "ADELE". How many of those could there be in our community?

She put a short stack of books down on the table next to me. I looked up. As a young woman, Adele wasn't bad looking. Her hair was pinned up in a bun, her bright blue glasses were pointy on both sides. Her dress was a long wool knit that did nothing for her figure. More like a sack. Her breasts were modest and sagging, even at that younger age. "Can I get you anything else?"

A quick glance told me I'd requested astronomy books. "Yes, can you find some books on sexual development, please?"

Her face turned bright red. "Excuse me?"

I made something up. "I, uh, I'm doing a study on human sexuality, specifically sexual development in women approximately the age of - say, how old are you?"

"A gentleman doesn't ask a lady a question like that." She folded her arms across her chest.

That was nothing compared to what I was prepared to ask her. "You're right. I'm sorry. But about those books?"

She rotated her shoulders. "All books with explicit photographs, including some of the old masters, are locked in a special section. Escorted access only."

"Can you take me there? I assume you have a key?"

"Yes, I do." She looked behind her and at her watch. "I'm supposed to meet the library director in a little while."

If my silver clock was working properly, the library director and Adele were going to have sex soon. I needed to beat him to the punch. "Please?" I smiled.

Adele smiled back. "Oh, all right. Follow me."

There was a slight sway in her ass, maybe in anticipation of sex with the director. Or maybe the sway was natural and she didn't expect what the director had in store for her. Impossible to tell without asking, and she'd already balked at a simple question of her age.

We went down two flights of narrow stairs to what felt like a dungeon - dark, cool, damp. Wouldn't books rot under such conditions? We finally walked single file down a narrow corridor. Adele stopped, took a ring of keys and fumbled for the proper one. "I don't get down here very often."

"That's a shame. There's so much to learn." I wanted to be her patient teacher. When she opened the door, the environment changed. The air was warmer but not hot and quite dry. The faint whir of a fan told me that the room was being climate controlled.

"So precisely what are you looking for?" she asked.

Besides getting between those legs of yours? "As I said, I'm looking for research reports and case studies about the sexual development of young women." I made sure she saw me run my eyes from her face down. "Women like you."

"Like me? Why like me?" Her cheeks got rosier.

"Because they're at a special time in their lives. So full of promise and potential, but vulnerable. An improper first step, and there can be life-long consequences."

"There can?" She sat on the edge of a small rolling table. It flew out from under her, causing her to fall backwards onto the hard floor. "Ow!"

Her legs were spread wide. I could see all the way up her dress. Well-proportioned thighs leading to plain white panties. She clamped her legs together when she saw my gaze. The dress was still high on her legs, which were nice enough not to be hidden. I offered her a hand up. She accepted. That put us face to face, her hand still in mine. "Tell me, are you and the director dating?" I asked.




The Cock Clock Ch. 04



She pulled away. "Why no! He's a married man!" 

I pointed an accusing finger. "Then it's a good thing I delayed that meeting of yours. I have it on good authority that he was going to pressure you into sexual relations, against your will if necessary."

She gasped. "He wouldn't!" Then her eyes rolled up, thinking. "Hmm. Things make more sense now. The flowers. The candy. The passing touches on my arms and shoulders. Oh my God. You're right! He was setting me up!"

I hoped for a thank you hug. Instead, she hugged herself. "I'm going to have to quit, aren't I? But I so love this work."

"Tell me, if he forced sex with you, you'd probably quit anyway. So I've saved you from an agonizing experience, and maybe prevented you from losing a job you care about."

"You have, haven't you?" She scanned the floor. 

I groped for a line, an entree, something to open the door to the possibility of sex with me instead. "Tell me, do you think it's possible to learn how to ride a bicycle by reading a book?"

Adele smiled. "Of course not. You have to get on and-" She glanced at the volumes on the shelves around us. Explicit words and pictures. "- oh my God! You're talking about sex, aren't you?"

Adele was a quick study. "Yes, precisely the topic I'm researching. How young women learn how to have sex properly." I was within arms reach of her. "Tell me, have you had your first experience yet?"

I was also within slapping reach, which is what I got. "How dare you? Really! I don't know you at all, even your name."

I said the first name that came to mind associated with extra-marital sex. "William Clinton. Call me Bill."

Adele stood, hands on hips. "Well, William, are you going to use these resources or not?" 

"The truth is, I wanted to be alone with you. I find you quite attractive, and this was the only way I could think of for us to be together without damaging your reputation."

"My reputation is just fine, thank you. And this isn't my idea of a romantic spot."

"But your reputation wouldn't have been fine, if the director had gotten his grubby little hands on you. Don't I deserve something, maybe just a thank you kiss?"

"A kiss?" She mulled the offer. "Well, maybe that's appropriate, given where we are."

I stepped closer and put my hand gently on her cheek. Her skin got warmer with my touch. She tilted her head and I increased the pressure of my stroking thumb. I moved my face closer, letting my lips brush and then pause against hers. Instead of removing them, I pressed a bit harder. Her lips responded. My lips vibrated and she leaned against me. She was enjoying this, and so was I. I pulled back, disconnecting us, and went back for a second kiss without asking permission. Adele cooperated. I felt her hand on my shoulder. After the second kiss I moved my head back. She opened her eyes. "That was really nice. You kiss really well."

"So do you. You're a natural talent, you are."

"I am?"

"Oh, yes. Didn't you feel it? A connection, like our two bodies were one for that fleeting moment?"

"I did!" She came back for another kiss, just as tender but more demanding. "Oh, I do!"

I put my arms around her back, holding her waist and shoulders. I parted my lips a bit, an offer to take our kissing up a notch.

Adele broke our kiss off. "You're breathing into me," she said.

"And I want to taste you, too."

"Taste me how?"

I put my face in position and gently snuck my tongue to her lips and then past them. I teased her tongue with mine.

"Ohh, that tingles!" She moved back into position and took a turn at invading my mouth. 

I played coy, forcing her to probe and dart her tongue around my mouth to make contact. Which locked our faces together. And our bodies correspondingly pressed together. I felt her breasts against my chest. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her against me.

She jerked back. "William, you have an erection!"

"Of course, I told you I found you attractive." I held her there, groin to groin. She didn't struggle. "My reaction is natural. Is your body reacting?"

Even in the dim controlled light, I could see Adele blush. "That's quite a personal question."

"Your tongue in my mouth was quite personal, by most standards." I slid my hands to her ass. "Our bodies are smarter than we are."

"They are?" She wiggled her hips but I held on tight to her buttocks.

"Yes. They know how to prepare for circumstances in advance. For example, I'd wager that your vaginal area has gotten damp, just from our kissing."

"You're not just kissing, you're fondling my private areas."

"But it is wet, isn't it?"

Adele nodded.

"And my penis is erect, my body's way of preparing for intercourse."

"So our bodies have decided that we should have sexual relations?"

"You can't learn to ride a bicycle from a book now, can you?"

"Mmmm. No, that would be impossible." Adele put her hands on my hips, keeping our groins joined. "And who am I to refuse what my body demands?"

"Exactly right." I lifted her dress by gathering and bunching the material at her waist until her legs and panties were exposed. "You have nice legs. You shouldn't cover them up in long dresses. Would you do the honors of unzipping me? I have my hands full."

Cautiously, Adele slid her hands from my hips to my crotch, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. The weight of my wallet, keys and spare change dropped them to my ankles. She was even more careful to slide down my jockeys without making physical contact with my cock. I got her panties down a couple of inches using my fingertips, while still holding her dress up.

When my cock popped free, I moved back into position. The tip hit her belly. Doing this standing up would be awkward. "We should get into a better position." I let go of her dress and scooted her over to the heavy oak table. "Sit here, on the edge."

She followed my directions. I pulled the dress up but she stopped me. "Let me take it off. It'll be easier that way."

I stood back as she unbuttoned and unzipped. The heavy garment plummeted to the floor. Adele was almost sexy in bra and panties. The bra hung low, unable to support her sagging breasts. She returned to the edge of the table. I slid her panties off, and then stepped out of my pants and underwear. I'd suffered too many times, tripping into unconsciousness after intercourse.

To be sure she was excited, I kissed my way up her legs, starting at her knees. She cooed and her breathing got heavier the closer I got to her labia. When I planted a kiss on her pussy, she shrieked. 

"I thought libraries were supposed to be quiet."

"Very funny. I think our bodies are ready. Teach me how to ride."

I put my cock at the entrance. "If your hymen is intact, it might be a little painful."

"I know it won't be intentional. Come here." She opened her arms and legs. 

I pushed the head past her labia a bit at a time. There was a blockage. I advanced my hips. "It's not working."

"Please do it. My body has been ready for a long time. Fate has given you the authorit-"

I jammed my cock forward. 

"-teeeeeee!"

I stopped, letting her get used to the feelings of intrusion. "Are you okay?" I stroked her cheek again and wiped away a tear. What a pretty face Adele had when she was younger. Her pussy clenched my cock. Her vagina wasn't bad either.

"I feel full. Is this it? Is this sex?"

"We haven't even gotten started." I delivered another kiss, to make the activity seem romantic. Then I began to seriously hump. Her legs flailed. Every breath was a grunt. I put one hand on a covered breast.

"Is that necessary?" she asked.

"No, I just thought it would give you pleasure." I squeezed gently.

"I'd prefer if you skipped my tits and just fucked me."

Such language from a librarian. I was even more turned on. "Are you on any birth control?" It was probably too late to ask, since my precum was probably sending little impregnators into her as we rocked together.

"I've been on the pill for a while. Planning ahead, I suppose, the eternal optimist."

"Great!" I picked up the pace. "Hang on."

With every penetration, Adele huffed and puffed for air. "This is glorious! What have I been missing all these years?"

"A huge number of climaxes."

"Oooohhh, not any more." She threw her arms and legs around me in a tight hug and stiffened.

I blasted into her once, twice, and then a dribble. She relaxed her legs to let me pull back, but I wasn't ready to uncouple.

"I'd skip that meeting with the director if I were you." My deflating cock throbbed during exit.

"Good idea."

Adele laid back on the table, regaining her composure. I leaned against a bookcase to put my pants back on. It wobbled and tilted. Adele noticed and jumped up to help. Her hands grabbed the side of the bookcase. It was too late. The books and shelves had unstoppable momentum.

She started to get into the path of the collapse. "No, don't!" I shouted. She stepped out of danger as the weight of the wood and bound volumes buried me.

--

When I awoke in my bed, Maggie was next to me, snuggled up, naked. Maggie was back! The moment I moved, her eyes opened. "Hello, sleepyhead. Get a good rest?"

Where had I heard that before? "Oh yes! Terrific! Everything is great! " I gathered her in my arms and kissed her lips, her cheeks, even her hair.

She squirmed against my nakedness. "Ooh, Charlie, you know what I like." Her hands slipped down between us and stroked my erection. This was a more assertive Maggie than the original. I puzzled at how fucking Adele brought Maggie back to me, and seemed to have increased her libido. But if better sex was the result, who was I to complain?'

I tried to roll away but Maggie's grip on my cock kept me in place. "I need to get up. We have things to do."

"We sure do. Like not wasting a hard one like this." Her caress down my cock and across my balls held my attention. Given Maggie's behavior, I was looking forward to a better sex life. It showed up immediately, as Maggie pulled me on top.

"Don't be coy. You know you love it when we fuck." Before I could say a word, she'd positioned me between her legs. Maggie never said 'fuck' and never initiated sex. So I obliged, slipping into her. The grip of her pussy on my cock was firm, practiced. The new Maggie was as good as Heather, maybe better because she was my real wife.

I made each insertion slow and deliberate, not to frustrate her, but so I could enjoy the new model. This was much better, Maggie inviting me for sex. I used to have to cajole. Maggie looked fresher somehow, like the old woman in the shop had become, with a glow, a bit more vitality. And a lot more interest in sex.

"Maybe we can stay in bed all day, hmm?" She sucked on my lower lip.

"What about Felice?" I asked. "We have to pick her up at the Amtrak station this afternoon."

Maggie's face showed no recognition. "Who's Felice?"

Even under the covers against her warm body, I got a cold chill. I leapt from our bed and ran down the hall. Felice's room was an office, complete with filing cabinets, desk, and computer. Oh God! I'd changed history again. Maggie and I hadn't had a daughter. My heart sank. I leaned against the door frame.

Maggie came to my side, pulling her robe belt tight. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

I'd traded Maggie's increased libido for Felice. It was a terrible trade. "I just realized I lost something." What else had I changed? And was Mrs. Hendricks at least alive?

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The Cock Clock Ch. 05



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This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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I'd screwed things up really good. Oh yeah, I had Maggie back, hornier than ever and much more active in the sack. But as a result of interdependent changes I'd made by going back in time and having first sex with the younger versions of women I knew, I'd lost my daughter Felice. What used to be her room was now an office.

"I got your good suit cleaned for the wake," said Maggie as I stared into Felice's old bedroom, now a home office.

Damn! And Mrs. Hendricks was still dead, too early in life because of changes I'd made. There was no direct causality, but she was alive before I started time-influenced cherry busting, and now she wasn't. "Thanks."

Maggie wanted another frolic in bed but my heart wasn't in it. No Mrs. Hendricks and no Felice? My pleasure had a huge price to pay, something I didn't want Maggie reminding me.

I lazed around the house watching random channels, reading magazines, and avoiding the office. When time got close, I took a shower, and had to physically push Maggie away when she decided that she wanted a vertical coupling under a warm spray. I picked a pressed white shirt and conservative tie from the rack. Maggie wore a simple black dress that made her look phenomenal. Too bad it was time to go, because at that moment, I was ready for the sex she'd pestered me for all day.

I didn't know Mrs. Hendricks very well, maybe at all. I recognized her poster-sized photo at the entrance to the room at the local mortuary. Maggie signed both of our names into the remembrance book. Most of the people there knew her from public service, like serving on the Board of the library, and her work with the Parent-Teacher Organization. Her grown-up children, parents in their own right, showed off their kids, yet another generation. I avoided looking in the casket. Too creepy.

A few steps away from the main attraction, a woman who I immediately recognized as the antique shop owner was pushing a wheelchair. I presumed the pushee was her mother. The shop owner looked at me as if she recognized me. From her first sex or the day I bought the silver clock? In both cases, I was the same current age. I considered that if I was really my age back when she was eighteen, I'd be even older than her mother in the wheelchair. 

I nodded my head.

"You owe me something," said the shopkeeper.

Maggie chose that moment to join me and take my arm. "Dear, what's the matter?"

"Your husband has something of mine." She scowled. "I want it back." Her voice got louder.

Her mother in the wheelchair looked up for the first time. Her eyes went wide. "I know you. Oh yes, I know you."

The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. "No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"

Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"

Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."

The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the younger shopkeeper's side table the day I shared her first intercourse. But that day I'd only met her father, who'd socked me back to the present with a stroke of his baseball bat.

To avoid further embarrassment, the shopkeeper rolled her mother away. "I'm not done with you." She almost spat the words.

"What was that all about?" asked Maggie. "Did you steal something from her?"

I'd taken her virginity and her clock, but paid for the latter. And hadn't stopped paying, with Mrs. Hendricks dead and Felice only in my memory. "No, there's a misunderstanding. I bought an antique from her, with a legitimate receipt. She set the price, and now is upset because she made it too low." I lied. How could I explain any of this to Maggie?

"Maybe you should renegotiate the price. It's only money."

If paying the old shopkeeper would bring Felice back and revive Mrs. Hendricks, I would have done it in an instant. But I was stubborn. The clock was mine, and no one was going to take it from me. "We had a fair deal." Seventy-two cents wasn't a fair price and I knew it. But the clock had caused grief as well as pleasure. What would a fair price be?

"That's an odd, name don't you think?" asked Maggie. "Dutchie? They didn't look Dutch."

"Probably a nickname. Maybe she liked going Dutch treat."

"I wonder why she was so insistent that she knew you? Do you think that's possible?"

"Never saw the woman in my life," I replied. "Never."

"Well, she sure knew how to make a fuss."

We left the mortuary shortly thereafter. Maggie was more subtle, undressing in front of me down to bra and panties but getting ready for bed in the bathroom.

When Maggie came out prepared for bed, she wore a peignoir that was so transparent it was almost not there. I couldn't avoid her in the proximity of our marital bed, so I accepted her sexual advances. In fact, I threw myself into the action, rolling her off me, onto her back, and fucking her like it was our first time. In one way, it was, at least, the first time with this version of Maggie. I prayed that she was ovulating and that we were making a daughter, just eighteen years later than the last time.

Exhausted, I rolled over and curled up. Dutchie's accusation echoed in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

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I stood in a room decorated with antique wooden furniture. Looking out the window, we were several stories up. Built into one wall was a bed, decorated in pastel colors. The designer had put decorative bedposts at both ends, a few inches from the wall that enclosed the sleeping surface. And hovering above one of those bedposts was a naked young woman. She looked very much like the antiques shopkeeper, but not the same person. Besides, I'd already delivered her first fucking. No, this was a relative. "Dutchie?"

The young woman looked up from her pursuit of impaling herself, her vagina, on the bedpost. "What did you call me?"

"Sorry, I'm confused. What's your name?" Odd thing to ask, seeing her naked, but a conversation was necessary, and I didn't have a name for her except adorable.

"None of your business. What are you doing in my bedroom?" She wobbled directly over the wooden penis substitute. 

She deserved better, and better was in my pants. "I'm here-" I paused. Should I tell her the truth? Why not? Because if she lowered herself, then the game would be over. "I'm here to make love to you."

"You are? Who sent you? My mother?"

"No. I knew you were preparing to do that-" I pointed to her precarious position. "And I thought you deserved the real thing."

She fell back onto the bed, legs wide. Tears flowed like a river. I approached, uncertain how to proceed. As I passed her desk, I took note of the calendar. 1939. "Everyone has an escort to the World's Fair but me. Ugly, hideous me."

Dutchie - I didn't know what else to call her - wasn't ugly, more like plain. She wasn't wearing make-up - or anything else - so I couldn't tell how she presented herself to the men of that decade. Some clothes were thrown across a chair next to the desk. Her body was certainly desirable enough, if any guy could get past the padded shoulders and up the long skirts I saw. "I'll take you." I knew I'd probably have some calamity and never get to the Fair, but if I could avoid doom, I would take her. After taking her to bed, of course.

"You will?" She threw herself at me, hugging me close.

"Yes, I promise." Her eyes drank in my soul, and I kissed her with honest passion. She was already horny after all, prepared to satisfy herself on the bedpost. I was offering a real man with a real cock who could do so much better.

She pulled back and stared. "Your clothes are very strange."

I was in cotton pajamas with a baseball theme. Bats and balls and gloves. "Then I'll take them off, so I don't offend you." And before she could object, I was naked, my cock pointing at her. "Would you like to use this-" I held my penis up for inspection. "Instead of that?" I stroked the bedpost with my other hand.

She knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked the entire thing, humming as she went. I felt the urge to fuck her face but held back. I wasn't sure oral sex counted on these temporal sexual encounters, and I didn't want to blow my chance. 

"Mmm, I don't know who sent you here, but I must buy them a gift of gratitude." Her arms surrounded my neck, bringing my body within inches of hers. My cock was against her belly. She laid back and spread her legs. "I want this." She took my cock in hand. I leaned forward and let her put it into place. "Oh my, that feels good."

"This will only feel better." I pushed a bit too hard. She cried out. I hoped no one else was in the apartment. I smothered her cries with kisses, my lips covering hers. "It only hurts for a moment. Lay still so you can used to it." I brushed away a tear.

I felt her pussy relax. Without moving, my cock slid deeper. A combination of precut and her own juices lubricated the way. 

"Make love to me," she whispered. "Just like in the movies."

I didn't know what movies were current. Certainly nothing too risqué. So I faked it, letting my fingers drift up and down her body, teasing her nipples, stoking her thighs, cupping her buttocks, drawing her closer. Her body began to hump the bed. I repositioned and bumped my head on the ceiling of the in-wall sleeping area. When I came back down flat on her body, she wiggled one leg behind me, trapping me from an easy escape. So I did what the God of Time intended. I fucked her good and hard and deep. And she loved it, all right. "What's you name?" she cried out.

I pulled the 1939 president and vice president's names from memory and combined them. "Frankie Garner."

"Are you in politics, Frankie, because you have the name for it."

"No, I'm an entrepreneur. I work for myself. And your name?"

"Mary Louise. But I think I like your nickname better. Dutchie."

I thrust over and over, giving Dutchie the first and best fuck of her life.

"Oh Frankie, I love you so much." I got innumerable kisses until her body went stiff. I plunged a few more times and shared my orgasm juices with her.

A sputtering car engine arrived near the building, the sound wafting through an open window. "My parents," gasped Dutchie. "They're home. They can't find you here! I'm not allowed to have gentleman callers."

I sat up and smashed my head into the ceiling of the built-in bed. Everything went dark.

--

I stretched my arms. No one was in bed with me. Maybe Maggie got up early to fix me breakfast before we had a morning fuck. Into the bedroom strode Angie the redhead. She was slamming her fingers into the local newspaper. "Did you see this? Mrs. Hendricks was reelected to the PTO and the Library Board. Again!"

I took a deep breath. Mrs. Hendricks was alive! "I know you're disappointed, but there's always next year." While exhaling, I realized that Maggie was out of my life again, and that somehow Angie, in her white bathrobe, was my wife this time around. That didn't make sense. I'd already had Angie, as her first sexual partner in the motel room, arranged by her mother. Angie's sexual history didn't need repair. 

"Just once, I'd like someone to appreciate me."

Where was Angie's real husband Jason? Angie had told me while drunk that he thought she was a lousy lay. I thought she was quite successful, especially for her first time. With her red hair wild and turbulent, I was anxious to test Jason's hypothesis. "I do."

"No you don't. You don't find me fit at all. Not as a mother and not as a leader."

"That's not true." I reached out one hand. Angie stepped away. Is that why we were back together? I was dispatched for first-time fucks, not marriage repair or counseling. I expanded my considerations. Before, Angie and Jason had a daughter. Stephanie, if memory served? I wondered what plans Angie had about Stephanie's first time, given how well it went between us? Maybe I was here to have consensual sex with Stephanie? "Is Stephanie home?" If she and I had a son, I was about to be terribly embarrassed.

"Yes, I woke her up a few minutes ago. Sleeping in, like her lazy father."

I threw back the covers. I'd slept in a t-shirt and jockeys.

"Don't you go near her, dressed like that!" Angie shouted in a stage whisper. "And keep your hands off!"

So if I'd already had Angie and Stephanie was off limits, then who was I supposed to fuck?

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The Cock Clock Ch. 06



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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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Somehow, fucking the antique shopkeeper's mother Dutchie turned me in Angie's husband. Mrs. Hendricks had been reelected to both the PTO presidency and the Library Board. Angie was truly pissed. I was delighted that Mrs. Hendricks was alive, but it sounded like Angie wanted her dead. 

But my mission was fuzzy as pink dice hanging on a rear view mirror in an old Chevy. I'd already given Angie her first sex in a previous cock jump, something she really seemed to enjoy. At the same time, Angie was clear about keeping my hands off her daughter Stephanie. Maybe things would become clearer over time, but I wanted to be back with Maggie, this time with Felice back in the picture, and not as Joy, someone else's daughter.

Since Angie didn't want me parading around in my underwear, I threw on a pair of pants lying next to the bed. The silver clock said it was 10 AM. Angie was right; Stephanie and I had both slept in. Was it the weekend, or was I late for work?

Angie wasn't done with her tirade. I sat on the edge of the bed and took it. What choice did I have until my mission became clear?

"You're lazy and your daughter takes after you. And did you see her last report card? Horrid! She'll never amount to anything. Great role model you are. At least I'm out there, trying. You could drive a woman to drink, you know that?"

I'd seen Angie on a bender, but it had been because her real husband Jason, not me, pushed her that far by telling her she was a lousy lay. She hadn't seemed that bad to me, but then, she was younger then and it was her first. Was I Angie's husband to bed her again? That didn't fit the model of my previous time excursions.

I decided I wanted a more current sample. "Honey? Calm down. You know I still love you, and I respect you for what you want to contribute to the community. I'll talk to Stephanie about school later, when she gets up. Come here and sit." 

Angie sat on the edge of the bed next to me. I held her hand. "You can't allow Mrs. Hendricks to get you so upset. I know how important the PTO presidency is to you. Believe me." I'd seen that in several of my time trips.

"Maybe I can embarrass her somehow. Then they'd throw her off the board and hold a special election. I've already talked with some of the more influential parents and-"

I cut her off. "You're better than that. Don't stoop that low." I was shocked out of my sexual advance. She'd blackmail poor recently restored Mrs. Hendricks, who'd been a great fuck in the library? Not on my watch. "There are other organizations, and charities, plenty of them who could use your dedication and service."

Angie slapped me on my chest. "No. No. No. It has to be the PTO. It just has to." She sobbed uncontrollably. 

I took her in my arms, to comfort her. Also to refresh my memory about how her body felt against mine. She'd been a lot younger her first time, but a wildcat in bed. I pulled back her face and kissed her. She jerked back. "You didn't shave."

"Tough it out." I slid my hand under her blouse and cupped a breast. 

She moaned. I squeezed it a bit, not too hard. Her hands went to her buttons, unveiling both breasts in a support bra. Her tits had sagged some over time, but not as much as before sex with me. There was a pattern of women retaining their fitness and sexual aura after I fixed their orientation to sex. Angie was no different. She shucked her pants and panties. I was surprised that she'd shaved off her red pubic hair. It was my turn to take off the clothes I'd just put on. She threw back the covers and slid on top of me, bra still on. I held her ass and coaxed her into position. She didn't need it. 

She had already gripped my cock and was putting it in place. When she sank down on my erection, she arched her back and sighed. "Charlie, you may be a lousy husband, but you're always ready to satisfy me." She rode me like a gold belt buckle winner in a bucking bronco contest. She was in charge, using me as her tool of satisfaction. Her bra hooks were out of reach, although the way her breasts were wobbling, I expected she'd pummel her chest and my face if I removed it. Angie tightened her cunt, which was already a great fit. Her face reddened to match her whipping hair. With a hard squat, she groaned in baritone and pushed her pubes against mine. She'd reached orgasm even though I hadn't. Without a word, she jumped off, smiled, and strutted into the bathroom.

My cock was still erect and wet. Then I saw a face at the edge of the doorframe. It was Stephanie, Angie's daughter, from the color of her hair. I threw a sheet over my erection, but it was too late. She'd seen it, in all of its glory. And the fact that she had kept it hard. She smiled, blew me a kiss and danced out of sight.

Angie came out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed. "You're right, dear. I just have to bide my time. Mrs. Hendricks will mess up on her own. I'll be there, the obvious choice for her replacement." I got a wet kiss. "Don't forget to have that talk with Stephanie. About her grades! Now I'm off."

"At this hour?" I wanted Angie to stay until I could figure out who, besides Stephanie, was a target for my love missile.

"There's an emergency PTO meeting this morning. Evidently, there's been an epidemic of sex among high schoolers."

That couldn't be it - fucking teens? I shook my head. "No!" It hadn't been me, had it? I'd stayed the same age in every sex leap.

"It's true! We're lucky that Stephanie hasn't participated. Maybe you should include that topic when you two talk."

Sure, talk to Stephanie about sex without touching her and getting involved. I knew in advance how that would turn out. Angie's worst nightmare. "Of course. Have a nice meeting." A lame comment, but what else could I say 'Take good notes and get names'?

I washed up and got dressed. Stephanie was downstairs watching TV in her flannel pajamas. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing lingerie or I would have been in real trouble. "What are you watching? Do you have any homework?"

"All done, Daddy."

In profile, Stephanie's breast stuck straight out, small but pert under her shirt. Her flaming hair and bright smile made her completely desirable. But Angie had prohibited contact. Then why did she leave the two of us alone? And insist we chat about sex? Angie was irrational.

Stephanie muted the show. The twenty-somethings on screen kept chatting, silently. "Where did Mom go?"

"Special PTO meeting." Dare I? "Evidently, some of your classmates have been doing stuff. Sexual stuff." I left off 'with each other' as obvious and sat down next to her.

She tossed back her head, red locks wild and untamed. "You don't have to worry about me, Daddy. I don't want sex."

I was shocked. "You don't?"

"Nope. Natalie told me about what she and Victor did. It's all painful and messy. Who needs that?" She put her hand on my knee.

My cock inflated at her touch. This was all Angie's fault. "But eventually, right? You're not thinking about abstaining for the rest of your life?" What a waste of a delicious body that would be.

"Maybe." Stephanie squeezed my knee. "With someone I love." Without warning, Stephanie jumped into my lap sideways and gave me a tight hug. 

"Good. Sex is a natural part of life. Eventually, you'll find someone who-"

Stephanie interrupted. "Daddy? You're hard."

There was no denying the truth. "Yes, honey."

"Like you were earlier? With Mom?"

"Yes. All you had to do was touch my knee, and I got excited."

"Really? Just touching your knee? Good thing I didn't do anything more serious." Stephanie gave me a coy smile. She knew the effect she was having even without touching. "So, do you find me desirable in a sexual way?"

Oh oh. I knew what Angie thought about incest. 'Hands off' she'd said. And so far, I hadn't touched Stephanie with my hands. Was it my fault Stephanie had a heaving chest and a bubble butt? "Yes, sweetheart. But we shouldn't do anything."

"Of course not." She wiggled her ass against my unrelenting erection. "Natalie told me that it was painful. Is that true? Or didn't she do it right? Please, Daddy, I don't want to be ignorant."

Sexual curiosity was normal. Maybe the high schoolers were just looking for answers. If I gave Stephanie some information, maybe she'd be smarter than to sneak off and fuck one of her classmates. "Okay, I can give you some pointers." Wrong word, given the state of my penis. "Some tits, uh, tips." Still inappropriate. Angie forbade me from giving Stephanie any part of my cock, even the tip.

She jumped off my lap, her hands behind her back. That pushed those tits forward. "Goodie! Can we start by letting me see it again?" 

She meant my penis. I knew this was a bad idea, but how do you have a discussion about sex without some props? "Okay."

Stephanie stood there, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her tits bounced under her pajama top. I unzipped my pants and slid them off. My cock tented my jockeys. "That should be enough. You already had a good look at the real thing."

Stephanie blushed, knelt down and leaned closer, her face a foot from my groin. "It was scary. I mean, it's so big." She licked her hips. "How does it fit inside Mom?"

"Women's vaginas stretch to accommodate the size. Yours will-"

It really wasn't an offer. "Not with me. The first man you make love with."

"You mean you'd fit inside me? Really?" Stephanie straddled me with her legs apart, my cotton-covered cock against her belly. "I didn't believe Natalie either."

"It's true."

Stephanie reached between us and pushed my cock down. In its revised position, my cotton covered cock pressed directly against her cotton-covered cunt. Stephanie undulated her hips so we were pretend fucking. As long as it was just pretend, Angie would be okay with it. I hoped. "Oh Daddy, I've heard you and Mom when you have sex. She really likes what you do." Stephanie closed her eyes. Her face flushed as she stuck her chest out.

"We fit together well. In good relationships, the sex is good."

"Natalie said that Victor practically tore her breasts off." Her fingers worked the buttons of her pajama top open, from bottom to top. Half were undone by the time I grabbed her hands in progress. That put her hands in mine against her swaying tits. She crushed my hands against her breasts. "Why would he do that, if he loves her?"

My hands were in contact but I refused to fondle them. "Maybe he got too excited. I've never seen Natalie's breasts." 

Stephanie perked up and let go of my hands. "I know! You can see mine and then we'll know if they'll make my first lover too excited." She pulled her top open before I could react, the remaining buttons popping off. "So, are they so good you'd want to pull at them?"

Seeing her naked tits, uplifted with flat nipples, I wanted to fondle and massage them, feel their warm flesh in my hands. I did my best to remain calm, but the temptation was getting stronger. Hadn't I initiated a few women already? "They're beautiful, but I can't be touching them."

Stephanie looked down at her chest. "My nipples are flat. Aren't they supposed to get pointy?"

"Maybe if they were stimulated."

"Would you show me? Just so I know, for when I make love for the first time?"

"I told you, I won't touch your breasts."

Stephanie's face flushed. "You could kiss them. That wouldn't be touching exactly." She held her tits up for examination and more. Before I knew it, I had leaned forward with Stephanie's urging, my lips mere inches away from those nipples. I opened my mouth to object to her teasing. She pushed one breast into my face. My tongue glanced across the flat surface. Stephanie's hips shook with excitement. "Oh Daddy, do that again."

So I did. I licked and sucked at her nipple until it swelled up.

'The other one, too."

I gave her a matching pair of pointers. Well, I'd told her I was going to give her pointers, and now I had. "Mmmmm."

"That was much better than hands, don't you think?"

I wiped a trickle of drool from the side of my mouth. "Yes. Very nice, too nice. We're both over excited right now."

"You are? So what would two lovers do next?"

"I'm not going to take this any further." Bad enough that my cock was throbbing, poking at her pussy. 

"But Daddy, you have to at least tell me the rest."

"Okay, I'll describe it. The man and woman would touch each other, all over." Her naked tits mesmerized me. They were staring at me, her nipples pulsing.

"Natalie said Victor held her ass. Was that supposed to be sexy? It doesn't sound very exciting."

"It is for some women."

"Hold my ass, Daddy, so I can see if I like it."

The request wasn't out of line. And, it would keep my itching fingers from massaging her breasts. So I took one buttock in each hand. "How's that?"

"Nothing. Wait a second." She stood up and dropped her pajama pants. No panties underneath, just a red-haired pussy. Damn! Before I could say a word, she was on my lap, my cock pointed up between her thighs. She placed my hands on her bare ass. "Oh, yeah, that feels good."

It was instinct to squeeze her cheeks, to diddle my fingers close to her vagina. "That's to get the woman prepared for sex. Did Natalie say anything about getting wet? I mean, down there?"

Stephanie reached down and felt herself. Before she brought her hand up, she stroked my covered erection. "I don't know, but I am. See?"

Sure enough, Stephanie was moist, ripe, and completely desirable. Then it occurred to me: I'd slipped back in time to have first sex with women. My "job" was to fix their bad first experiences. Now, without time traveling, I could make Stephanie's first time good. Was this any different? As a matter of fact, was it any worse? If I went ahead, I'd be eliminating potential bad stuff in Stephanie's life. And isn't that what a pretend father should do for his pretend daughter?

Stephanie's voice snapped me back. "Would you make me feel good too? I mean, if we did it?"

This must have been my objective: Stephanie's virginity. "Yes, dear, it would feel good." Despite Angie's warnings, I reached up and held her naked breasts. "A woman's breasts are to be cherished, especially ones as beautiful as these."

"Oh Daddy. Your fingers, they tickle. But nice." I played with her nipples. She leaned into my hands and bore her hips down.

"You are so sexy." I slid my hands to her back and returned my lips to her nipples. Each perky point got kisses and mild suction.

"I can't sit still. What's happening?" Her breathing gained a voice, heaving, a kind of a grunt with every nipple suck or lick. They were getting harder too. 

"Sit up for a second."

She did, and I slid my jockeys down past my knees. "Oohhh Daddy!" It looks even bigger than before. You find me sexually desirable, don't you?"

"Yes, dear, more than you know." And more than I could control. I was preparing Stephanie for her first orgasm and her first penetration. My bare cock danced around in the vicinity of her labia.

"Are you going to show me what sex is like?" Her eyes were wide, her lips quivering in anticipation. "But what about Mom? She won't like it if we do."

I rubbed the head of my cock against her moist labia in preparation. "It's important for you to have a good first experience. Your mother will understand. Now, I'm going to take it slowly-"

Angie's voice boomed from the doorway. "The hell I will!"

Stephanie jumped from my lap, naked except for her open flapping pajama top. "Mama! We didn't - I mean, nothing happened - Oh God, I'm so sorry."

"Get upstairs! I'll be up shortly."

Stephanie's feet thumped on the staircase as she retreated. I pulled my jockeys up and over a failing erection. "I know what you're going to say. But let me explain-"

"There's no possible explanation for what I just saw. Could I have made it any clearer? What's wrong with you? You're a sick man!"

"Maybe, just maybe, if Stephanie learned about and, yes, experienced sex, then she wouldn't go off and do stuff with her classmates." It was my only defense.

Angie's hands on hips pose wasn't buying my line. "Several female students attended the meeting, and told the group that the reason they started messing around with boys was that they'd had sex with their fathers. So much for your theory." Angie pointed at the door. "Get out, you pervert, and don't come back."

I stood up and pulled up my pants. "Okay, let me pack a few things-"

"The hell you will." She threw me a set of keys. "Take the van. You can sleep in it."

She couldn't throw me out like that, could she? "But-"

"No buts!" She crossed her arms, blocking the staircase.

My stomach tightened. I was in some terrible version of reality. The only way out was another cock jump and another young woman, maybe putting me back with Maggie and Felice. "One thing. My silver alarm clock."

Angie's face displayed confusion. She turned, ran up the stairs and appeared at the top landing. "Is this what you want? Your precious clock?" She threw it, badly.

I leaped to the side; grabbing it with one outstretched hand, and then fell onto the coffee table. It cracked and splintered under me. Some of my bones felt like they were in the same condition. I made my way back to standing while Angie ranted about how I'd destroyed one of her favorite pieces of furniture. She was still screaming after I shut the door behind me.

The Dodge minivan was at the curb. I limped toward it, trying to gather my thoughts despite the pain. I had to get out of this marriage, and the only way was a time jump accompanied by a first fuck. But who? I groped for a destination based on my previous travels. It made no sense to redo past ones. I needed someone and some time new. What had Sissy said about her mother Heather? That she had bad memories of her father? I had no idea how these fucks change things, but I need a change badly, for my own well-being. Maybe if I got Heather off on a good start, things would improve. And if not, I can pretend young Heather is Sissy while getting laid.

I drove to a section of our development where the houses were still under construction. No passers-by to wonder about a man sleeping in his vehicle. I curled up with the clock in my lap and closed my eyes.

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When I woke up, it was dark and I was parked next to a house with its lights on. I opened my door and got out, my body still aching from the fall onto the coffee table. Instinctively, I checked my pockets. I had my wallet and two sets of keys. One for the Dodge van and another for a room at The King Motel. That's where I'd fucked Angie for the first time. Angie! I turned my attention to the big old house. Behind sliding glass doors, there was light and moving shadows. From my hidden position, I peeked in. A young woman who looked very much like Heather sat on a couch. Next to her sat an older man, probably her father. They were facing me but watching TV. Good old Dad had slipped his arm around his daughter's shoulder. Young Heather was a bit heavier than when I'd been pretend-married to her. Her breasts were already full size at this younger age, and her body was thicker at the waist and legs. Dad made his move, sliding his hand down from her shoulder towards her breast. Heather pushed his hand away and he relented but only momentarily. On his second attempt, she pushed him away. But he had gripped her blouse, which tore open with her shove. Seeing her bra made him crazy, and he grabbed at her skirt. She stood up. The skirt held, although it was askew. I couldn't hear a thing, but I saw her yelling at him. He left her alone crying on the couch. This didn't make sense. Heather had told our pretend-daughter Sissy her father had attacked her. He just did, but without sex. What could I do: ring the doorbell? And what could I say that would make sense? All that would happen would be a door slammed in my face.




The Cock Clock Ch. 06



As Heather sat there in shock, a younger man walked in. He was obviously startled to see her sitting there, blouse open, and crying. As he walked closer, she stood up and tried to hold her blouse closed. His hands went up and ripped her bra from her torso. Then he pulled her skirt down. He dropped to his knees, grabbing her ass and thrusting his face into her crotch. She picked up a bowl from the end table and brought it down on his head. He crumbled into fetal position, still moving. At least he wasn't dead. Heather came running towards me, actually towards the sliding doors. She pushed them open and ran across the grass, past my hiding spot. And she kept running, holding her breasts in one arm. 

I couldn't have my future pretend-wife running through the neighborhood half naked, could I? Besides, if I didn't catch up, I wouldn't have a chase to fuck her and fix this. I ran to my Dodge and drove in her direction. It took very little time to catch-up, her being barefoot. I drove alongside and slowed. I rolled down the passenger window. "Heather!"

She kept running.

"Heather, come here."

She glanced in my direction, stubbed her foot on something, tripped and fell. I pulled over, jumped out and helped her to her feet. She collapsed against me, sobbing.

"It'll be all right. Come with me."

She looked up. Her face was familiar but fuller. "I'm not supposed to go anywhere with strangers."

What could I tell her, that I was her future pretend-husband? That didn't make sense to me, and I'd lived it. "But you need help."

She glanced back in the direction from which she'd come. "You're not taking me back there, are you?"

"Oh no! I'll keep you safe until we can figure this out."

I heard shouts. Dad and brother, I presumed, were running in our direction. Their pursuit motivated Heather to accept my offer. She ran for the van, tits flailing. I ran to the other side. I'll admit, I fumbled to start the car with those big tits wobbling on her chest. "Go!" she shouted as she pulled her blouse closed.

Evidently I remembered the route to the King Motel, whose sign flashed, "Every guest is a King." I pulled the key from my pocket. Two twenty seven. I scanned the room numbers as I drove slowly and found a parking space in the right area. I came around to the passenger door and let Heather out. She followed me at a distance until we got to the stairs, where I let her go first. Yeah, I wanted to watch her pantied ass and naked legs as she ascended. God, her legs were thick and her thighs meaty. She followed the signs that led to my room. I opened the door and let her in first. I guessed that every guest was a king because the room had a king bed. Heather and I would have to share: the bathroom, the bed, everything. And if I were lucky, she'd share my cock. But there was much work to do. First I had to repair this young woman's psyche. I sat in the side chair, leaving her the bed.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Charlie. I saw you running, half dressed, and figured you were in trouble."

"So you're some kind of hero? Or just a horny old man?"

Like her father? "I'm no hero. But I'll help if you let me."

She wiped remnant moisture from her eye. No reply.

"What happened back there? Did someone attack you?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "It was terrible."

"Why don't you take a nice hot shower? It'll make you feel better. Okay?"

She nodded and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running. One thought I had was to join her in the shower. Nah, too forward and pushy. The water stopped. "Charlie?"

"Yes?"

"These towels aren't very big. They don't cover, well, they don't cover me."

That was fine with me, but I didn't want her having any more qualms about my intentions. "I'll get some more." Down the way from my room was an open housekeeper's room. I grabbed a handful of towels; all medium sized, and came back to my room. After I tied a few of them together, I handed them to Heather through a partially open bathroom door. I didn't even try to sneak a peek at her naked body.

Heather came out wearing one string of towels on top and another below. Gaps between the towels showed bits of naked skin, quite erotic from my perspective. Quite annoying from hers, given her expression. "Didn't they have any bigger ones?"

My bigger one was already hard from the titillation. "Nope. This is the best I could do. So, you want to tell me what happened?" 

She took a deep breath, which widened the gaps between the towels. A bit of nipple showed and then retreated as she exhaled. "My girlfriends were talking, see, about having, you know, sex. And one of them said that her mother found some man to be her first sex partner. Gross, huh? Doing it with a stranger?"

"Oh, it must have been terrible. What did your classmate say?"

"I couldn't believe her. She said he was tender and loving, and she had an orgasm and everything. I still don't believe her. Anyway, I came home and told my dad the story."

"Why not your mother?" Who, I expected, would have been a more proper audience.

"She doesn't live with us anymore. It's just me, Daddy and Warren."

Her brother, I assumed. "So what did he say?"

"Nothing, At least at that moment. But I guess he got it in his mind that he could do for me what the stranger did for Angie."

Angie? My first fuck and last pretend wife Angie? That's her friend who was first fucked by a stranger - me? "You're kidding!"

"Nope. He started groping me, telling me what a nice body I have. Lies, just to feel me up. And worse, if I'd let him."

"But you do have a nice body." Just a bit larger than the last time I'd seen her.

"Come on. You're just like my father. Think if you butter me up, I'll get all gushy and let you do stuff to me. Well, no way." She crossed her arms over her chest. The towels twisted and exposed even more of her tits. "Oops." She dropped her arms but the damage had been done. "I almost expected Daddy to ask me for money, like Angie's mom paid to her lover."

"I didn't get paid!" Shit! Had I said that out loud?

Heather's eyes opened wide. "What do you mean, you? You had sex with Angie? Oh my God! What were you really doing near my house? Did someone send you?"

"No one sent me. I was there because - I was worried about you. I'd heard things - " I couldn't tell her that she herself had mentioned the incident with her father to our pretend daughter "from people close to you that things weren't going well at home. That maybe your father would not behave well." That was all I could say and not sound like an idiot.

Heather studied her hands. "So you were trying to protect me from him? And Warren?"

"Did your father send Warren in, to finish the job that he started?" It was an educated guess.

"Exactly! How did you know?"

"I was a horny young man once myself."

"Before you became a sexual therapist for young women?" She smiled.

At least her sense of humor hadn't been violated. "Yeah, a long time before."

Heather stood up. "Well, I guess I'd better cooperate with my therapist. So what do I do now?"

I was surprised at the quick change of demeanor. Could I trust it? I didn't want my head clobbered by a lamp. Maybe the fact that I'd done her friend made sex with me acceptable. I wanted to tell her to strip off the towels and lay back on the bed, legs spread. But I didn't. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But I would like to kiss you, if that's all right." I expected that with a few passionate kisses, she'd be hot to trot. Also a guess, but likely.

Heather let me take her in my arms. I had handfuls of bare skin on her back and shoulder. Our kiss was short, so I went back for an encore. That one was a winner; her mouth open as if I'd planned it. And her hands weren't idle. 

However, given how heavy she was, I had a hard time getting hard enough. Oh sure, rubbing her naked flesh was quite erotic, but every time I noticed the lack of waist and extra plumpness in her arms and legs, it was like a splash of cold water on my hormones. I decided that the best way to handle this was by using the fantasy of Heather as a toned adult while I fucked the real Heather in my motel room. I positioned her, leaning onto the bed, her legs spread. I dropped my pants and jockeys, stroked my cock a few times for good measure and moved up behind her. "This is doggie style, one of the basic positions. It gives the man better access, and your first time will be easier this way." It was all bullshit. I lifted the towel that covered her ass. God, her buttocks were huge, as big as her breasts. "I'm going to position myself right behind your pussy and your labia-" I closed my eyes and thought of my pretend wife version of Heather, older but in much better shape. "-And go in slowly." The younger Heather was firm, and her clenching her lower muscles didn't help at all. "You need to relax." 

"I can't relax in this position. Maybe if I could just lie down-"

"No!" I'd said it too loudly and with a mean tone. But I couldn't think about climbing aboard her and stay stiff. First time that had ever happened. I reached around and groped her tits, feeling the familiar flesh. The older Heather must have toned them too, because the young Heather's tits were more spongy. My cock was hard enough to penetrate and make a few inches of progress. "Good. That's fine."

Just as I'd done with her older self, I began to rock back and forth. The friction was magnificent, and my cock responded by getting harder and a bit longer. And the feelings were exquisite. So I picked the pace. And Heather, the current one being flicked, seemed to enjoy the physical attention. Soon, I was pounding her pussy, giving her the full length over and over.

"You're fucking me, you really are."

"Yes, dear, and I'm not going to stop."

"Don't! Oh God, don't stop. I want you to make me feel everything."

I didn't know if my cock was that talented, but I was up for getting her rocks off as well as mine. I held onto her sides and slammed my cock home, balls deep, all while imagining my previous pretend wife. "How is it?"

"Glorious! Absolutely glorious! You're going to give me an orgasm. I can feel it starting. It's like I'm going to piss or something. But I know it's an orgasm. That's what it's supposed to feel like, right?"

I didn't know the feeling from a woman's perspective. And a man coming wasn't like pissing. "Hang on for a big finish."

"Oh, God, here it comes!"

Urine sprayed from between her thighs, the acid smell soiling the rug. I pulled out and helped her stand up. "Heather, dear, why don't you go to the bathroom?"

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. I thought - I mean, it was supposed to - oh, shit, I fucked everything up!"

I threw a few towels on the floor and used another to wipe off the dresser that had taken a reflected spray.

Heather was still in the bathroom, obviously embarrassed. I called out, "I'm going to go out to the car for something." The something was fresh air. I started down the stairs, stepped on an untied shoelace, and tumbled down the metal and concrete steps.

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It ached to move. I lifted my head. I was in a bedroom I'd never been in before. The bed was a twin, with its mate a few feet away. On the end table between the beds, my silver cock clock, staring at me. I pulled off the covers and threw on the biggest robe in the closet. There was no downstairs. This was a ranch house with a bedroom wing. I walked the hallway away from the bathroom at the end of the hall, expecting the rest of the house. The living and dining rooms were filled with old-fashioned furniture from the eighties. Around the corner, I found the kitchen. In a matching bathrobe stood a woman I'd never seen before in my entire life. My new pretend wife, a stranger, had sizzling skillets and boiling pots on the stove. 

"Hi, dear," I muttered, "what's cooking?"

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The Cock Clock Ch. 07



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The odor of urine was in my nose if not on my pajamas. I hadn't been wearing PJs when young Heather pissed during our sexual encounter, so it must have been mental.

I'd walked straight from the bedroom to the kitchen in this unfamiliar house. I'd been unable to locate any mail or document that would have identified me or the woman in the matching bathrobe. My stomach gurgled in response to the smells from the sizzling skillets and boiling pots on the stove: potatoes and onions; eggs with peppers? I salivated. "Hi, dear," I mustered, "what's cooking?"

"Did you have a nice nap?" Her face didn't give anything away. And her robe, matching mine, hid the secrets of her body.

Nap? So it wasn't morning but she was cooking a breakfast-style meal? "I guess so."

She stirred one of the skillets. My nose hadn't deceived me: fried potatoes and onions, and just about done. "Did you talk to her this morning?"

I didn't know who 'her' was. Given the pattern of these time jaunts, 'her' was probably a daughter, whose name I didn't know. "Uh."

She used a spatula like Zorro used his sword. "Charlie, we talked about this last night. You promised." The round egg shield flipped in the air and landed perfectly.

At least my name was still Charlie.

"She'll be home from work soon." She scooped potatoes and onions into the omelets shell, sprinkled it with shredded yellow cheese and folded it shut. "I'll go out and leave you two alone. But really, she has to learn discipline."

"Of course." Who was I to argue with a master chef, or whatever she was.

Pretend wife slid the perfect omelets onto a waiting plate. "I put the jelly out." Along side, she dropped three slices of already prepared bacon and a piece of toast. "Spending her paycheck at work is a bad behavior and we need to break her of it now. What did Deputy Fife used to say in Mayberry? Oh, yes. 'Nip it in the bud.'"

I took the plate from her and sat at the table. Three kinds of jelly awaited: strawberry, raspberry and apricot. I took one bite of the omelets and considered staying with this nameless woman, eating myself silly until the end of my days. So our daughter spent her paycheck at work, hmm? Pretend wife was right, that wouldn't serve her well in the long run. And I could have a rational conversation on that topic without sex. Success seemed assured. "Uh, okay dear."

"Don't dear me, just fix it. She looks up to you. Daddy's girl. Just this once, use that leverage."

I kept eating, worried that this was a dream and the plate would vanish. In no time flat, I joined the Clean Plate Club. I washed the dish and put it in the dishwasher spotless. No reason to make this wonderful wife and mother angry. I wondered when our next meal was, and what palat-pleasing fare awaited me.

I wandered through the house, looking for clues about my current identity. My pretend wife was dusting in the living room. "Do you know what you're going to say? You'd better be prepared, or she'll twist you around her little finger like she always does."

So I was a pushover, huh? Not this time. Financial responsibility was an important skill, and I wasn't going to let whatever-her-name-was go astray. I stuck my head in her room. A girly place, all pink and frilly. Carved wood letters in an arch above her mirror gave me one answer - her name - Nicole.

"She's here," my pretend wife hollered.

I walked the hall back to the living room, which was now dust free. The front door opened and Nicole walked in, her arms loaded with bags from Vanessa's Secret. Damn, that was the store I'd taken Sissy to, back when I was pretend married to Heather. "Hey, I've got both of you here. Terrific. I've got big news!"

She dropped the bags, ran a over, and gave me a big hug. Her body was fit and trim, and too good in my arms. So I'd have to talk to Nicole about not spending her money at Vanessa's Secret? This was going to be more difficult than I thought. I'd hoped for an electronics store, a shoe store, anything but Vanessa's Secret.

"You spent your check again, didn't you?" My pretend wife snorted and stomped up the hall. The sound of her slamming our bedroom door shook the painting above the piano.

Nicole was still in my arms. Why hadn't I let go? Because holding her felt too good. I dropped my arms and took a step back. "What's the news?"

She smiled. "I'm up for a promotion! Can you believe it? I just started there and -"

Pretend wife reappeared, all dressed. Not a bad body either, just a bit worse for wear. I tried to image pretend wife in bed naked, but all my mind could conjure was images of the food she'd prepare, sumptuous and calorie-laden. "I'm going out. And not shopping!" She stormed out the front door. Evidently she released anger by slamming doors.

"What' s with Mom?"

"We have to talk." I said as I reached for Nicole's hand. I wanted a physical connection.

"Okay, we can talk while I model." She took her hand from mine.

"Huh?"

"I want to show to show you my latest purchases." She picked up the pink shopping bags. "Come on, you know you like my fashion shows."

We'd done that before, Nicole posing in lingerie for her father? Maybe her real father, but this would be my initiation. I followed her swaying ass down the hall. When I passed through her doorway, she put up a hand. "No, Dad, not here. Wait in your bedroom and I'll come to you." She flashed that smile again, and synapses went off in my brain. Where had I seen that smile before?

I went into my bedroom and sat on the mattress. This chat was not going to go well. I could just feel it. 'I'll come to you'? As long as it wasn't 'You'll cum in me'. This was no flash back to save Nicole from a bad first experience. Or was there? Was time so jumbled for me? I hadn't initiated Joy under similar circumstances, although I'd been prepared to, until Sissy interrupted.

Nicole called from the hallway, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I lied: I wasn't prepared at all.

Nicole waltzed in. The negligee was a thin veil over matching bra and panties. The bra pushed Nicole's breasts up, making her modest chest look big. The panties were just whips of translucent cloth. "What do you think?"

"You're gorgeous." It was a truth that should have stayed hidden, but now both her body and my feelings were exposed. "But we still have to talk about your spending habits."

She knelt on the floor in front of me. "Okay, what about them?"

"Your mother and I are worried that you don't respect the value of money. This outfit is beautiful, no doubt about that. It makes you look - well - it makes you look -"

"Sexy? Desirable?"

I had the best seat in the house to view Nicole's breasts, from above. She pressed her upper arms tight and her cleavage almost made me lean forward. "Yes, all of those things."

"That's why I buy these outfits. To please you. And I do, don't I?" Her lips formed a perfect pout. A pout that was prepared to become a kiss.

And if I went there, then the game would be over. I'd be throwing off my robe and pajamas, and all caution to the wind. I took a deep breath. "You don't need to spend your money to make me happy. I'm happy with you, just the way you are."

"So you don't like this outfit?" She stood and pirouetted.

The back of the panties was a thin strip, exposing her ass, round and full. "I like it very much."

"Not it. Me? Don't you like me in this?"

I didn't understand the implication or intention. Hadn't I been clear? She had to stop these purchases. "No."

"Then I should take it off and return it."

"Returning it is good, but wouldn't it be best if you didn't buy-"

The negligee slipped from her shoulders and hit the floor. So did my jaw. She reached behind her back with both hands, pushing her chest out. The bra popped open, sliding forward, releasing her tits. She reached for the sides of her panties.

My cock was throbbing. I wasn't supposed to do this, was I? Have sex with Nicole? Wasn't I supposed to wait until she had bad first sex and then come back and make it better? "Shouldn't you change in your room?"

"I want you to see my body. Boys seem to think I have a nice body. They compliment me all of the time. About my nice tits." She held them up for inspection. "And my legs." She lifted one off the ground and put it on the bed next to me. I followed her hands, which stroked her limb from ankle past the knee and up her thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch, her pussy playing peek-a-boo through the lacy fabric.

Nicole let me take a long look before she put her foot back on the floor. "And even my booty." She turned around, giving me a close-up view of her exposed ass. Her pussy a lace-covered bulge just below two round globes.

"They're right, of course. You have a beautiful body, no matter what you wear. So you don't have to spend all of your money to show off for me."

"Then how do I get your attention? I just want you to love me."

"I do love you, sweetheart."

"No, Dad. I mean love me. Make love to me. I want you so bad." She was back on the floor, with her hands on my knees, looking up at me with needy eyes.

My pretend daughter was asking for me to be her lover: probably her first. Why did I need to make her suffer through a bad experience when I could make it right for her now? One less time trip. "And you'll stop blowing your paycheck on this stuff?"

"Oh yes. I'll blow you instead." She pulled my robe open and pulled my cock from my pajama pants. "It's so much bigger up close."

She'd seen it before, from a distance? Her lips kissed cock. It lurched against the moist flesh. "Oh Daddy, you're so big. How will it ever fit in a small pussy like this?" She leaned back and spread her legs, and pulled back the outer flesh.

If my pretend wife's daughter kept her promise, a roll in the sack would solve the problem. And I couldn't turn down this opportunity. Hell, it was probably the reason the clock had sent me here. To give this young woman her first sexual experience. And no one can refuse the clock.

She pulled me to the floor and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her labia. "I've waited so long for this. You have no idea." Just as I pushed my hips closer, the phone rang. Nicole moved out from under me. "I have to take this." My cock rubbed across her belly and a breast as she slid past.

I heard only her half of the conversation. "Hello?" "Yes." "I do? That's terrific." "All right. Yes. Fine." "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!" Nicole put down the phone. "I got it!" She hugged me, her naked body smooth and warm and formerly willing. "I got the promotion. I'm Vanessa's Secret's newest senior sales clerk."

I kissed her cheek. "I'm very proud of you." I let myself kiss her on the lips. Hell, I'd been prepared to fuck her. A kiss was no big deal.

She returned the passion through her lips, pressing her body against mine. If she hadn't been juiced up before, this news had pushed her over. Not that she was a pushover, but she'd been very willing from the start. 'Senior sales clerk' echoed in my mind. And then I knew where I'd seen that smile. The clerk who'd allowed me and Sissy to play around in the dressing room! No wonder she looked at me that way. Or had it been my imagination?

I shrugged off my robe, unbuttoned my top. My PJ pants were already at my ankles so I stepped out of them. We were both completely naked and ready for her first time. She scooted back on the bed. I climbed over her, hovering. I kissed her lips again. She tried to pull me down but I hadn't explored her body enough. I tested each nipple with my lips. She arched her back in response. I slid lower and kissed her navel, then slid my tongue lower until it reached her labia. This time, I pulled her pussy open and sampled her with my mouth.

"Dad! Oh Dad! Don't tease me like this! I'm ready. Pleeeeese!"

I scrambled up between her spread thighs. The silver clock on the nightstand was not pleased. I could tell by the look on its face. But what difference did it make, if she got her first sexual experience from me now, or later after someone had botched the job? She took my cock in hand and put it in position. That's when my digestion grabbed my undivided attention. I had a bad cramp, one that wouldn't wait. I bolted for the bathroom. I sat on the toilet not a moment too soon. It felt like I was emptying my entire body into the toilet.

"Dad? Dad? Are you okay?"

"Yes, dear. I'm sorry. It came on so sudden."

The force had been so strong; I hadn't had to squeeze even once. I cleaned myself, flushed, and washed up. My cock had softened. When I came out, Nicole was on the bed, sitting cross-legged, in my bathrobe, no skin exposed. My pretend wife stood next to the bed, arms folded. "Hi, honey."

"Honey my ass. What were you two doing?"

"We talked, just like you wanted. And Nicole promised not to buy lingerie any more."

"And what was she going to get in return, hmm? That?" She pointed at my prick.

I hadn't bothered to cover up. "Oh, that? Well, you see -" How could I explain my mission, to make young women's first experiences pleasurable to a woman whose name I still didn't know? "- I wanted Nicole's first time to be a good one."


"First time?" Nicole laughed. "You thought you were taking my virginity?" She laughed so hard she fell over. The robe separated, exposing her pussy. My cock started to get harder.


"Charlie, look at yourself. Getting an erection thinking about your daughter's sexual behavior! And you, missy, are you using protection? We're going to the doctor right now, to get you fitted for contraceptives and tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Go get dressed."


Nicole bounced from the room, still in my bathrobe. My pretend wife followed, but then stopped in the doorway. "And if you think you'll be able to have sex with our daughter after she's safe, you have another thing coming."


I sat on the bed while they chatted in the distance. I heard the front door slam and the sound of a car pulling away from the curb, laying rubber.

I had to go. I certainly couldn't stay in this relationship, not with pretend wife pissed and a laughing stock to Nicole.


I yearned for my real wife Maggie and my real daughter Felice. The event that messed up my own history was when I chose to save Maggie the humiliation of getting raped by Roger. There was only one way to put things back the way they were. My stomach knotted, and not from my recent meal. I lay down in bed, holding the silver clock to my chest, picturing the alley.

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Just like the previous time when I time-tripped back to save my wife from rape, I was alongside a garage in the alley that Maggie used to walk home from her date with Roger, the quarterback. The last time I was here, I'd scared Roger away and pretended to be him, coaxing Maggie into a mutually enjoyable fuck. There was no sign of me on my previous trip. Maybe the laws of time travel prevented such paradoxes. In any case, it was just Roger and me. I knew where Roger would be, stalking his victim in a ski mask. I didn't want to scare him off or interfere, so I crept to the house next door, hopefully one without dogs. Around the corner of the garage wall, I watched Maggie come closer. Roger stepped out. Maggie was surprised but not defensive. Roger took her hand and moved her into the shadows. I heard her voice, asking questions, pleading to be released. Then a shriek. Had he ripped off her clothes, or merely advanced on her too fast? Her begging tones turned to sobs, crying as Roger took advantage. He was shouting demands, that she take pleasure in his forced entree. That she enjoy having non-consensual intercourse. He must have finished, because I saw him run out into the alley and towards his frat house, pulling the ski mask from his head and stuffing it into his varsity jacket pocket.


The deed was done. I knew what it would take to escape this time trip. Head down, I ran into the garage wall.

-----

When I opened my eyes, I was laying on the couch in my bathrobe. The sun was low in the sky, so it was evening. "Well, look who's back from dreamland. I swear, you never have time for family, do you? You work all day and then come home and nod off." Maggie was back, her old chilly self.


"Where's Felice?" I asked.


"She had dinner at a friend's house, but they're coming back here to work on some kind of project. Now you be nice, do you hear me?"


I sighed. "Yes, dear."


We were back to normal, a complete family with an unfortunate but necessary scar. I sat up and leaned back against the sofa. Some political news show was on. The candidates being discussed were those of my original present, so I was confident I was back in my own home at the right time. And Felice was back, as if she'd never vanished.


The front door opened and Felice walked in, followed by her friend. "Hi, Daddy. Do you know Hermana?" Felice stepped aside.


Hermana was an identical twin to Sissy, my previous pretend daughter when I was pretend married to Heather. Blonde and stacked. "Hello, Mister Norris."

Good, my name was still the same. Felice walked to the couch, leaned over, and kissed me hard on the lips. That was the Felice I remembered, sexy and horny. And I had Maggie's permission to fuck her. At least, I used to. Did I still? And how could I ask such a thing? I'd have to wait for a clue from Maggie before I made my move.


I was shocked when Hermana mimicked Felice and bent over to kiss me. Her tits made my hands itch for contact. Her kiss was even more potent than Felice's. And Hermana licked my lips with her tongue as our faces separated.


I took out a hankie and dabbed my forehead. My cock hardened with the thought of these two sensual females in the house. But then I remembered the look of scorn on the silver clock's face when I tried to have sex in real time as opposed to flashback time. This was not going to end well.


Thanks to Scalia for insightful edits.


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The Cock Clock Ch. 08



WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

Thanks to Scalia for editing. 

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Once again all seemed right in the world. Maggie was my wife again, acting like she had before I began these sexual time excursions. But I had changed. The experiment my pretend daughter Sissy had conducted between me and her friend Joy, had changed me forever. That experiment had taken Joy and me extremely close to intercourse. Then Sissy stepped in, completely naked, to revel the true purpose of the experiment. My own daughter wanted to fuck me! Even though I wanted to fuck someone, anyone, incest was going too far even for me. Therefore, imagine my anxiety when my real daughter Felice brought home her friend Hermana, who looked identical to Sissy. And both of them deliver crotch-tenting kisses. This was real-time, as opposed to a flashback time, and the silver time clock definitely wasn't happy about incest under these conditions. I'd felt its power and knew what it could do when it got upset.

It was easy to ignore the young women on the second floor. Then Maggie came in, sniffed and held her nose: "You stink, mister. Go on up and take a shower."

"I showered this morning, before I went to work." I gambled that this was a workday, a five out of seven chance.

"I don't care. Sleeping in that bathrobe has given you a body odor I don't want in my bed tonight."

I snuck upstairs, entered the hall bathroom and got into the shower. The images of Joy and Sissy naked kept me hard. I was tempted to beat myself off, but what I really wanted was sex with Maggie, for the first time in what seemed like years. Then I felt a chill. Someone had opened the door. "Hello?"

"It's just me Mr. Norris. Washing my hands." Hermana was on the other side of the shower curtain. I wondered if my body was visible. The curtain was frosted, and there was no light in the ceiling above the tub, so I figured I was safe. Until Hermana pulled back the curtain. The jig was up, and so was my cock.

"Oh, Mr. Norris. It's so beautiful!" Hermana dropped to her knees and grabbed my erection, rubbing it on her face. 

"Please, no. You can't do this!" I put my hands on her shoulders in a losing cause to get her to stand up. 

And then she stood wrapping her arms around my neck. The spray got both of us wet. Her shirt and bra were soaked, and I imagined her nipples through the two layers. She lifted her skirt so my cock could experience the gap between her thighs. "I want you so bad. Will you be my first lover?"

I was wobbly in the tub where rinsed-off soap had made the surface slick. I held onto Hermana. Okay, I'll admit it. I could have chosen a place other than her ass to grasp. It was instinctual, I swear. "I don't know if that's a good idea." And it was my bad habits that put my lips on hers, kissing her back with the same urgency that she'd demonstrated with me. My head was spinning, holding Hermana but kissing Sissy.

And then the clock struck. My legs slid out from under me as I fell into the tub. I had the good sense to let go of Hermana, rather than pulling her down with me into the tub. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Hermana had the sense to pull the curtain shut, but there was still the matter of her soaked shirt.

I felt another draft and heard Missy's voice. "What happened?"

"I came in to wash my hands and get a drink of water," said Hermana. "I heard Mr. Norris shout and accidentally spilled water all over myself."

Not bad for a shoot from the hip lie.

"Charlie, are you okay?" asked Maggie.

"Slipped on the soap. I'll have a black and blue mark on my butt." 

"I'll get an ice pack for you after you get out. Come on, girls, the show is over." 

Girls? Evidently Felice had joined the crowd. The open door had cooled the room considerably. I had goose bumps but no erection, thank goodness.

The girls left me alone for the rest of the evening. I imagined them plotting to get Maggie out of the house so they could pounce, taking turns bouncing up and down on my cock. No such luck. The silver clock would have caused some interruption anyway. At the end of the evening, Hermana prepared to leave. 

Felice accompanied her to the front door and called to me: "Daddy, why don't you give Hermana a ride? She shouldn't walk home alone." 

Hermana seemed to like the idea but Maggie had other thoughts. "Felice can walk you half way, up to the school. You should be fine the rest of the way."

Neither of the girls were happy about Maggie's suggestion, but my hip was still hurting, and I was already in my pajamas.

"Be careful," admonished Maggie. 

I didn't dare contradict my wife that driving Hermana home would have been the safest choice. 

A few minutes later, Felice broke through the front door, screaming. "Call the police! He - he - oh god, I shouldn't have run away." She turned as if she was going to run out the door she'd just entered. 

Maggie threw her arms around her, preventing her departure. "What happened?"

"Some guy jumped us. He grabbed me, but I got away. We ran in opposite directions, and he went after Hermana. Oh God! What if he got her?" Felice shoved Maggie away and ran out the front door. 

So much for walking home being safe. The girls had been accosted. God knows what is happening to Hermana. . I handed Maggie a phone:"Call the cops. I can fix this." I left Maggie standing there alone and ran upstairs. The silver clock was waiting, expecting me. I held it tight against my chest, closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

---

I was standing behind a tree near the street alongside the ball field at Felice's school. The winning season banner was back up, as it had been before anything had changed. The two girls walked along, their chatter a buzzing, sharing secrets. Maybe Hermana was telling Felice what my cock looked like when erect. Probably not. And then I saw him. He'd been crouching behind a set of outdoor bleachers. In a baseball hat, varsity jacket and some kind of handkerchief over his nose and mouth, he practically leaped at the pair. Just like in Felice's story, he grabbed her arm. She stepped back and delivered a roundhouse kick to his head. Probably a version of a cheerleading move. He left go and staggered backwards. Felice ran home. When she'd get there, she'd find her mother and me. Hermana ran in the other direction, across the field. Perhaps afraid of another blow, the guy went after Hermana. 

On a patch of gravel, Hermana fell. The guy caught up with her, rolling her onto her back. Her skirt was easily brushed aside. He was keeping her down with his knees on her arms. She was trying to escape. I was witnessing yet another assault. Would saving Hermana mess things up again? I didn't care. I couldn't let her be raped. I ran over and knocked him off of her. He'd already ripped her panties off. He stood up and I took his fist in my face. I saw his penis jutting out, ready for the dastardly deed. So I kicked him in his nuts. He fell to his knees. I pushed him down, face first and climbed on top. For the first time, I was happy I was carrying a few extra pounds. His arms flailed to strike me, so I grabbed his wrists behind his back and held them. Hermana stood nearby, her hands covering her mouth. I yelled:"take my belt off!" Hermana did as I asked. She had to squat down to get my belt off. 

With her help, I wrapped my belt around his wrists. "Oww, that's tight!" 

I had the same thought about Hermana's pussy. "Just shut up, okay." Hog-tied like the pig he was, he struggled but couldn't escape. His makeshift mask slipped down to his neck. I saw the flashing lights before I heard the siren. Two cops approached, guns out.

"Put up your hands. Both of you." They weren't very gentle as they pulled me off him.

I tried to explain what was happening, but the cops were treating us equally. Hermana ran to the one of the officers and ratted the rapist out. "That's the man who tried to rape me," Hermana pointed at the molester, his ball cap on the ground. 

The other cop replaced my belt with handcuffs. As the cop led him off the field, one of the ballpark lights illuminated his face. It was Roger! Roger the quarterback, older but no wiser. He looked up and saw me. "You? Again?" He shook his head. "But - but -"

He'd probably noticed that from his perspective I hadn't aged one bit. I just smiled. 

"This young lady owes you," said the other officer. "And the community does too. We've been after this creep for a while now. Good to have him off the street." The officer took Hermana's elbow. "Come on Miss, there's an ambulance coming to check you out."

Hermana stopped in her tracks. "I'm fine. Really. Mr. Norris got him before he could do anything. I just have a couple of skinned knees." She brushed at them with her fingers. "That's all. He can walk me home." 

The cop scratched his head. "Are you sure? Sometimes a woman needs to talk things out with a counselor-" 

Hermana threaded her arm in mine. "That's okay. I'm fine. Really. I'll sign a complaint and testify. All that stuff. But right now, I need Mr. Norris to escort me home."

"I'll need statements from both of you." His voice was stern, as if lecturing us. 

"Tomorrow, okay? I just need to get home." Hermana was squirming.

"Okay, Miss. Have a better night." 

Felice came running over. "Daddy, how did you get here before me?" She'd just left me at our house. 

"A father's secret." 

"Your dad saved me from getting raped." Hermana leaned her head against my chest. "He's a hero. Lots of young women will be safer because of him."

I thought briefly about the young women whom I'd educated in their earlier lives. I didn't know, but maybe that did make them safer. 

"Go home, Felice. Tell your mother I will be home as soon as I get Hermana home safely."

Hermana and I stood there on the field, watching Felice walk away, occasionally looking back at us, maybe shaking her head. Was she jealous? Did she have reason to be? 

Hermana held me close. "I am so grateful." She lifted her face towards mine, eyes half closed, lips pursed.

I thought, what the hell and kissed her. She pressed herself against me. God, it was just like holding Heather, Sissy's mom and my pretend wife. And I had vivid memories of our romps in bed. Amazing!

Hermana broke off the kiss and grabbed my hand. She led me diagonally across the playing field. 

"This isn't the way to your house, is it?" 

"We have a stop to make." At the opposite corner, and our seeming target, was a field house, green clapboards with metal grating on the windows. Hermana pulled a key from a slit pocket in her skirt. "The coach loaned me the key so I could clean up in here." Hermana left the light off: streetlights barely illuminated the room. In one corner, someone had laid down some gym mats, stacked to resemble a bed. Damn, Hermana had planned on getting me here. Maybe she planned a detour even if I'd driven her home. And from the looks of things, she expected me to drive something else home.

Hermana pulled off her top. Her breasts bulged at the edges of her bra. Her cleavage was too tight to take even my small finger. "I have a confession." She dropped her skirt, leaving her only in that tight bra. She ran one finger through her labia. "I was so hot from seeing you naked, and anticipating that we'd do it, that when that guy jumped me, I was almost going to let him. You know, put it in." She held her finger up for me to see and smell. "See, I'm so wet. I was going to close my eyes and pretend it was you. But now I don't have to pretend." She put it to my lips. I tasted her sex. "Can I see it again?"

I pulled off my pants and underwear. My erection was throbbing. 

She brought me over to the stacked mats and knelt down on their padding. "Ooh, my knees hurt." My cock got a kiss and a lick. "Mmmm. Your penis is so big and hard. I bet you want to put it inside me."

"Not until I see if you're ready." The worst thing I could have done was try to force my cock into an unprepared vagina. "Lay back."

She did as instructed, spreading her meaty thighs apart. I touched her labia. They throbbed with desire to be separated. I leaned in, the smell of her pussy intoxicating. I couldn't help myself and tasted her, my lips on hers, then a slip of my tongue inside. Just a sample. Oh, what the hell, I went crazy, licking and slurping and darting my tongue into her like a small agile penis. Her ass bucked on the mats. I held onto her hips so she wouldn't throw me off. She wailed as she pushed my head onto her crotch. I was suffocating and loving it. "Oooohhhhh, God have mercy on me! God, keep doing it. Don't stop. I love this!"

When she relaxed her grip of my hair, I came up for air. My mouth was covered with cunt juice. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"Oh yes!" She pulled me up so we were face to face. She ran a finger across my lips, to squeegee off her juices and then sucked her fingers clean. "You're my hero. Tonight and every night." She held me close. My cock was hard, dangling above her belly. She ran her hands down to my ass and pulled me closer. "Kiss me."

I did as she asked. She moaned while we kissed and squirmed against me. I wanted her, but not now. I knew the clock wouldn't allow me to take her virginity. I'd have to wait until she had a bad first sex. Then I could go back in time and fix the situation.

I considered violating the clock's rule and fucking Hermana now. What would be the difference, taking her virginity now or waiting until something bad happened? If I waited, then I'd have to go back in time and fix it And then it hit me: I'd already done that. This wasn't real time; this was past time, just minutes instead of years or decades. This was my opportunity to do the right thing. I knelt on the mattress at just the right distance so when I leaned forward, our sex organs would line up. She spread her legs in anticipation. I climbed between them and positioned my cock at her entrance. "I'll be gentle."

"The hell you will." She grabbed my hips. "I want to be fucked." She pulled me in. The friction was exquisite.

"Okay then, how's this?" I pulled back and let her have the full length. Her lubrication helped, but my cock was exploring virgin territory. "Do I fill you up?" I pulled almost all the way out and then back in, quickly, full length.

"Oh God, yes. I've dreamed of doing this for so long." 

She was only eighteen. The idea of a hot to trot teenager previously lusting after me while she was underage raised my enthusiasm. I pounded away in missionary style until I was out of breath. Then she got on top, leaving her bra on. It was a good choice, because her flailing breasts would have done both of us damage. She undulated her hips to control of the speed and depth of our engagement. 

I was afraid I wouldn't get my own orgasm. Hell, she'd had at least a few. "How about doggie style? On all fours?"

She was all for it even though I'd have her on those bruised knees. Maybe the adrenaline from sex had dulled her pain. After I was behind her and inside, I popped the latch on her bra. My hands took up the task of weighing them, then fondling them, then pinching and massaging and grabbing at her beautiful, wondrous hanging globes. She liked the attention her tits were getting, reacting with sound and a tightened twat with each palpitation. I felt the ripple of semen before it burst out of my cock deep into her pussy. "Oooohhh God! Oh God!"

I was drained, energy and juice-wise. I rolled to the side. She did the same, putting us in a spooning position. My cock hadn't shrunk and poked at her butt.

"We'd better go. My folks will be worried if I'm late." 

"Are you sure you'll be safe?" 

"You're right. Maybe I should stay at your house tonight." She reached over to pick up her bra, which I'd tossed into a pile of athletic equipment. It was stuck on something. She yanked hard at the strap. A batting helmet came flying up from the pile and made direct contact with my head.

---

I woke up in bed, Maggie hogging the covers. I hoped that fixing things with Hermana hadn't messed up something else. I thought about how Felice had greeted me the night before, with a dick-hardening kiss. Did the current Maggie still want me to initiate Felice? And how in the world could I ask?

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The Cock Clock Ch. 09



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 

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I woke up and stretched. It was six-thirty, past time to shower and leave for the office if this was a workday.

"Charlie, get a move on." Maggie's shout confirmed that I was behind schedule.

"Where's Felice?" I didn't want to get undressed if our daughter was still walking around the house. Actually, I did. If she could tease me, then I could tease back.

"She left for school. But she's really excited. Tonight we're going out for your favorite - BBQ ribs."

Excited for ribs? Maybe for something else that's hard and juicy. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, you're such a tease."

I smiled as if I understood, but I didn't. So I took a shower, fighting an erection with images of Felice in her latest negligee floating around in my head.

All day at work, I noticed the round asses, uplifted breasts and righteous figures of all of the women in the office, which was most of the employees. I hid a daylong erection behind boxes carried low, leather folios held in front of my crotch, and under conference room tables. Something was driving my hormones, and I knew exactly what it was - the silver cock clock. It had somehow found its way into my briefcase. I didn't remember putting it there, but it was my companion on my desk all day, just a few feet away.

I left work a few minutes early, to beat the traffic. And if I didn't get some sexual satisfaction, there would be other beating to do.

Felice was already home, dolled up in a short skirt and dual-layer tank top that did nothing to hide the shape of her breasts. "Hello, Daddy." She gave me a big sexy kiss, just like the previous night when she and Hermana had come home. 

My erection, which had started to fade during my commute, reenergized. In response to her kiss, I copped a feel of her ass. Yeah, I shouldn't have, especially since I still didn't know if I had the green light from Maggie to get frisky or worse. Felice jumped back the instant my palm cupped her ass cheek, her face red. Didn't she have any idea that her passionate undaughterly kiss was a turn-on?

My favorite BBQ joint was Pig Inn, a family-style restaurant in a nearly strip mall. Their motto: "Pig out at Pig Inn." Their specialty: baby back ribs with a homemade sauce that makes you lick your fingers. 

I did a double take when the waitress approached. It was Janie, a former classmate of Felice's, just a couple of years older. Janie was all smiles as she circulated, giving hugs to everyone, including me. It was my perception that my hug was longer and tighter against her body then the others, but that could have been my fertile imagination. 

My smile faded when I saw her t-shirt: black with a silver clock on the front. "Where did you get that shirt?"

"At a garage sale a few weeks ago. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. It's nice." I didn't mention how it accentuated her breasts, round and high on her chest. When she walked away, her hips twitched from side to side, her butt round over a thin waist. Why was I obsessing over Janie's body? 

She came back with three glasses of water. "So how are things?" I asked.

Her smile drooped. "Okay, I guess."

I decided she wasn't pleased about something and so I terminated my interrogation. When it was my turn to order, I chose the ribs special. Maggie got fish. Felice had chicken. I hoped Felice wouldn't chicken out on sex if Maggie gave her okay.

Janie brought a small loaf of hot bread that I shared with my wife and daughter. I still didn't know if Felice was hot to trot and if Maggie would let me share our daughter's bed. 

The food came quickly. If I'd been in bed with either Janie or Felice, I would have cum quickly as well. I attacked the full slab, my sexual hunger transferred towards my meal. In the end, I'd created a stack of bones, picked clean. My stomach was full, but the urge to bone Janie remained. After Janie returned my credit card, she made a circuit of the table, hugging Maggie around the neck from behind, Felice second in the same manner.

When she came behind me for my hug, I turned my face. My hand snaked up and held the back of her thigh as I kissed her like a machine gun, wildly on her cheek and lips. She pulled back, flushed and flustered.

I shook my head. What had I done, and in front of my family? I left an enormous tip, but not as big as the tip of my prick, which was desperate to enter Janie's pussy.

We all got up to leave. As we got to the exit, I stopped. "I forgot something at the table. Go on, I'll be right out."

Maggie and Felice shrugged and walked to the car. I scanned the service area near the kitchen, separated from the main eating area by half-wall dividers. There was Janie, waiting for an order to come out from the kitchen. I scooted over. 

She flinched, surprised to see me still there, but smiled. "Do you always try to seduce your waitresses?"

"Only the really sexy ones." I put my arms around her and kissed her with passion. My hands cupped both of her ass cheeks, pulling her hips forward so she could feel my cock.

She pulled her face back, dazed. "I had no idea-"

A male member of the wait staff interrupted us. "Janie, you're order's up-" He stared at our embrace. "Don't let the boss see you messing around when you're on the clock."

Clock! The cock clock was driving me, urging me to make those advances. Another guy came over just as we broke our embrace. His lips formed a crooked smile. "Heyyyyy, Janie."

"I have to get back to work," she said. "Call me, okay?"

I nodded. Would I really call her and arrange for clandestine sex? I barely knew her, but was completely intoxicated by the possibility. Or was it just the clock, urging me on? Maybe it was the clock's way of telling me that Janie's first sex was bad and needed repair. The only certainty: I was horny and confused.

Maggie and Felice were tittering in the car when I slid into the driver's seat. I interrupted the female conversation with my arrival. 

"So, how did you like the meal?" Maggie asked.

"Terrific," I replied.

"I'm glad you're in a good mood," said Maggie.

"And I hope you have room for desert," said Felice.

I had the strong impression she didn't mean ice cream.

Maggie made coffee when we got home. I sat in the kitchen and lingered over the cup.

"Felice is getting ready for you," whispered Maggie. "Don't disappoint her."

That was the confirmed authorization I'd been waiting for, but I was wary. "Are you sure about this?"

"We already decided."

I'd hoped that my time jumping hadn't changed Maggie's mind about being our daughter's first lover, and I'd gotten my wish. "Okay." I chugged the last liquid from my cup and walked upstairs. Felice's door was shut. I knocked.

"Come in." Felice's voice was timid, barely audible.

I swung the door open. Felice wore a see-through nightgown with sheer bra and panties. My cock turned to steel. My head told me to take it easy, to make Felice's experience one that she could look back on with pleasure. Without realizing, I'd ripped off my shirt and practically jumped out of my pants and jockeys. I stood like Superman, hands on my hips, my cock pointed directly at Felice.

"Oh Daddy. It looks so big." Her knees touched, a pose I found coy and exciting.

I took her into my arms and administered the same wild kissing I'd performed on Janie. My hands found and held Felice's firm ass cheeks. My cock rubbed against her belly.

Felice struggled to escape my grasp. "Daddy! Not so fast!"

I tried to pull myself away but my body wouldn't cooperate. I lifted her up and tossed her onto her bed, the queen sized one she'd inherited from us when Maggie and I got a king instead. I climbed above her, pulled the nightgown open and ripped her panties off. Her hands covered her crotch, which left her bra unprotected. With a jerk, I ripped that off too, exposing succulent young tits with dark circles. My mouth sucked those pointy nipples as I cupped her breasts from the sides. Meanwhile, my prick bounced around her thighs. I kissed my way up her throat and plunged my tongue into her mouth. She clamped her lips shut, driving me out. I was not to be denied the main event. I spread her thighs to accept me, positioned my cock between her fat labia and lunged my hips forward.

Felice screamed. "Dadddyyyyyy!"

Her outcry was a shock. I'd essentially raped my daughter. Why? I could have made her first time memorable by doing it softly, gently. And then it hit me. The clock was making Felice's first experience bad so I could repair it with a time leap. That must have been the reason, because I was no rapist. I jumped off the bed and opened the door. 

Maggie was just about to burst in after hearing her daughter scream. "Charlie? What did you do?"

I pushed past her. "I can fix this. I can." I ran into our bedroom. No clock. Then I remembered. My briefcase. I ran down stairs and opened it. No clock. "I must have left it at work." I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and sweatshirt from the dirty laundry pile in the utility room and headed for the car.

"Where in the hell do you think you're going?" screamed Maggie.

"I'm going to fix it," I shouted.

"You're a pig and an idiot and a-" Maggie's voice was drowned out by my revving engine.

Late at night, there were almost no commuters driving to work, so the trip had little traffic to interfere with my mission. I pictured Felice sitting on the edge of her bed, Maggie's arm around her shoulder, consoling her daughter. I felt so small.

I got rock star parking, the first space nearest the elevator. Once on my floor, a custodian sauntered past pushing a cart with garbage bags hanging off the ends, cleaning tools, supplies and rags on the top shelf.

There was no clock when I got to my desk. Damn, where was it? I looked around, as if the cubicle walls or fluorescent lights held the answer. I caught the custodian's eye. He picked up his pace, jogging behind the cart. I chased after him, catching up because of his cart handicap. "Where's my clock?"

"I don't have it. What clock?"

Strange, a denial and then the question. I pawed the rags. Sure enough, there it was, wrapped tightly in blue cloth. "This clock!" I waved a finger in his face. "I'm going to let management know you stole this."

"Please don't. I just got this job and I have a family to support. See?" He pulled out a wallet with photos: his wife, son and daughter. The daughter was cute, probably in her middle teens. "How old is this photo?" I asked.

"Two years old, maybe three."

That made the daughter barely old enough to fuck. But I couldn't ask for that, could I? The clock was putting lascivious thoughts in my head. "Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut. But you owe me, big time."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

With the clock firmly in my grip, I skipped the elevator, ran downstairs and jumped into the front seat. As I hugged the clock to my chest, I nodded my head.

---

I was back home, still in the jogging outfit outside of Felice's door. The door was shut, as before. I knocked.

"Come in." Felice's voice was the same whisper.

In her room, Felice wore the same see-through nightgown with sheer bra and panties. 

Instead of attacking, I moved slowly, kissing her with all the passion I could muster but hands off her body. She hummed as we kissed, enjoying a bigger helping of the sample kisses we'd shared before.

"Are we going to do it?" she asked.

I could have easily tossed her on the bed and fucked the daylights out of her, she looked so hot. "For now, let's just cuddle."

She seemed surprised. "Uh, okay."

I took off the sweat suit, leaving me naked.

"Oh Daddy. It looks so big." 

Same reaction. "It's not that big. Porn stars have larger ones. Lay on your side."

She got into her bed and assumed the requested position. I snuggled up close to her, the sheer fabric smooth against my bare skin. My erection pushed forward.

"Daddy, you're excited. Can we do it now?"

I wanted her to be really hot, wet and anxious. "When I think you're ready." I put my hand on her stomach.

She parted her legs, allowing my cock to slide between her thighs. "I think I'm ready."

"Really?" I slid my hand higher on her chest, cupping her breasts. She pulled my hand off. "Not just yet." I slid my cock back and forth through her thighs, along her pantied mound.

"But I'm getting wet."

My cock couldn't tell. "Show me."

She took one of my hands and slipped it into her panties. "Here. Feel."

I dragged one finger through the crease. "Yep, you're getting moist." I repeated the gesture, making sure to apply pressure to the vicinity of her clitoris.

"Oooh, Daddy. What was that?"

"A sensitive part that deserves attention." I played with her some more.

With her panties pulled down to her thighs, my naked cock was bumping against her bare crotch. She gripped my erection and rubbed it against her. "Can we put it in, just a little?"

I'd waited until she was the active party. "Okay, go ahead."

She wedged the head of my cock into her gap. "Oooh, Daddy, it's so big. Will it fit?"

I restrained myself from jabbing it up and in. "Yes, but we should proceed slowly."

"My panties are in the way." She lifted one knee to slide the panties off. As she lowered her leg, her pussy pushed against my cock. After she repeated the procedure with her other leg, I was firmly buried a couple of inches. Her fingertips confirmed the coupling. "Daddy, you're in!"

"Yes, dear." 

She rocked, sliding my prick in and out. I held her hips, to assist. Incrementally, I was going deeper. 

"How does it feel?"

"Oh Daddy! Marvelous? Is this fucking?"

"We're just getting started. After a while, you'll lose your inhibitions and it'll be more energetic."

"I am not inhibited!"

"Then why did you push my hands off your breasts?"

I heard a huge sigh. "Because they're not as big as Hermana's."

"Breasts don't have to be big to be perfect." I fingered the latch on her bra. "May I?"

She bucked her hips back, increasing my penetration. "Oh yes! Do whatever you want."

I popped the hooks and cupped her tits from behind, strumming her nipples with my fingers, trapping them in between and pinching them ever so slightly. Felice's hips were humping faster, and I was just about bottomed out. "See? I told you I'd fit."

"I took it all?" Felice checked on my progress. "I did it!"

"Now do you want to fuck?"

"You mean we haven't been?"

"Fucking requires in and out, and we've only done in." I pulled my hips back and then reentered her pussy.

"Oooooh, Daddy! Can we do that some more?"

"Sure, sweetie, but maybe we should be in a different position. Do you want to be on top?"

"You mean ride you? Sure!"

We uncoupled. I rolled onto my back. Felice pulled off the remaining nightgown components and straddled my thighs. In the faint light, her breasts, two mounds on her chest, pointed straight at me. 

"Put me back in," I said.

She had difficulty lining me up but I was patient. And hard.

As soon as I was in place, she undulated her hips, taking me all the way in and out, pressing her labia against my pubic bone. She huffed and moaned, giving herself a clitoral orgasm. Then she collapsed onto my chest. "Oh, Daddy, that was awesome. And you're still hard?"

"Yes, dear, I didn't finish."

"But you should. It's only fair."

"Why don't you lay back and I'll take my turn on top."

"Okay." She jumped off, laid back, and stretched out, arms wide, legs spread.

This time, I wiggled my cock into her and began humping in earnest. She was still plenty tight, but loose enough to enjoy the coupling. 

"Oh Daddy, this is good fucking. Are you going to cum like you did with Hermana?"

I paused, balls deep. "How did you know that?"

"She texted me when she got home. Just like we'd planned."

So Felice had been part of the plot all along. "Did she share the details?" 

"Only that you rocked her world. She wasn't sure you'd do it, after how you acted in the bathroom."

Felice knew everything, except the fact that I'd straightened out Hermana by using the clock after Roger had raped her. No one but me would remember that.

Felice pulled my head close to hers and whispered, "Cum in me, Daddy."

I bucked like time was running out. Perhaps it was. My hips worked like they had when I'd taken Felice the first time, delivering hard and fast thrusts. Unlike that version of her initiation, she was loving it, tightening her pussy with every penetration. The tip of my cock tickled, and a blast of semen followed immediately. I laid on her, my face nuzzling her neck. "Wow! You are so hot!"

"That was terrific." She blew in my ear. My cock throbbed. "Thank you so much. We can do this again, can't we?" Felice put one had on my ass. "I mean, if Mom approved it once, she won't complain if we fuck once in a while."

It was the first time Felice used the 'F' word. "We'll see, sweetheart." I rolled off, preparing to clean up and return to Maggie and my bedroom.

"Don't go. I don't want to be alone, especially after how intimate we got. Sleep here tonight."

"Okay, this once."

Felice curled up on her side and I resumed my spoon position. It was impossible to keep from getting another erection, which she placed between clamped thighs. Although she rocked back and forth, perhaps inviting another go, I closed my eyes. Then it dawned on me. This was past time, not current time. I needed a head trauma to get back. I couldn't ask her to hit me with the lamp on the nightstand, or one of her cheerleading trophies. The back of my hand glanced against the headboard. "Are you up to one more?" I asked.

"Sure!"

"Okay, lay back."

I got between her thighs and started bouncing in and out, moving my head closer to the solid mahogany headboard. 

"Oh Daddy, I'll never get enough of you."

"Even if I give you everything?" With a forward thrust, I intentionally banged my head into the wood headboard at the same time I bottomed out in Felice. She screamed and everything went black.

---

I woke up in my car, clutching the clock, a security guard rapping on my window. I rolled it down. "Yes?"

"We don't allows overnight parking here, sir."

"Yeah, sure, of course." I started the car. The guard raised a security grate and I drove home, assured that I'd corrected Felice's first sexual experience, but worrying about how Maggie would react if I asked for repeat performances.

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I slowly opened my eyes. It appeared to be morning. I sniffed the air and the delicious odors escaping from the kitchen provided further evidence. I did my duty last night with Felice and for once I felt all was right. She had been properly introduced to sex, and well fucked at the same time. The fact that I'd also had great sex was inconsequential: I had done my duty.

Throwing on a robe, I descended into the kitchen where Maggie was cooking. With one eyebrow raised, she said, "You came to bed very late. Very."

"Felice had a lot to learn." I wondered if Maggie would indulge us in subsequent lessons. It would take almost nothing for me to prepare. Just the thought had my blood calling an unscheduled meeting in my groin.

"The idea was to introduce her to sex in a kind and loving manner, not the whole curriculum." Maggie took milk from the fridge. "At least that's one worry off my mind." She poured a glass. "Just don't expect her to be your new ongoing sex partner."

Oops, there went my dream of further lessons. I walked up behind my wife and hugged her around the waist. "No one will ever replace you as the love of my life."

She turned around and gave me the most passionate kiss I'd ever gotten from anybody. I pressed her close, so she knew that she could still turn me on easily. "Did you save some for me?"

I didn't tell her my partial erection was from thoughts of Felice. "I sure did. How about we-." The phone rang and Maggie wiggled out of my grasp.

I only heard Maggie's half of the conversation. "Hello?" "Oh, hi. What-" "He did?" "Oh my God! Is she all right?" "What did the doctor say?" "Have you found a good therapist?" "Okay, I'll let you go. Bye." Maggie plopped down in the kitchen chair like a sack of potatoes hitting the floor.

I pulled my bathrobe belt tighter. "What's the matter?"

"That was Natalie." Her sister. "Peter gave Zoe sexual instruction last night." Peter was my brother and Zoe's dad.

"How did it go?" From the conversation fragments, I already knew, but I wanted the details.

"Awful! He practically raped her. She was bleeding and traumatized. Natalie doesn't know if Zoe will ever be the same. God, I'm so glad you knew what to do with Felice."

Zoe had fox potential the last time I'd seen her. If I'd been Peter, I might have been overcome as well. Hell, I'd practically done the same thing to Felice, but the cock clock let me fix the damage. "It's all about being gentle and patient." But I could make things right for Zoe, couldn't I? "There, there." I stroked Maggie's hair. "Last night, you say?" I wandered into the family room and picked out a photo album. "Do we have any pictures of Zoe?"

"Yes, from a couple of years ago. Here, I'll find them." Maggie took the binder from my hand, put it back, and then selected the correct one. With minimal page turns, Maggie found the pictures. It was a family shot, of Natalie, Peter and Zoe. Maggie semi-crying said, "What a sweet girl she is. She didn't deserve what Peter did, not at all."

"Will you take a rain check on our, well, you know?"

Maggie looked up at me, her eyes wet. "Of course. I'm not much in the mood right now anyway." 

I left Maggie staring at the album, rubbing her fingers over the photos.

I bolted upstairs and grabbed the clock from Felice's room. She was curled up, naked limbs sticking out from between the covers. My cock twitched. Maggie would have a fit if she found me in Felice's bed so soon after our conversation. Felice wiggled under the covers as I snuck out. I lay in my bed, clock against my chest. Zoe, here I come.

---

I found myself in my sister Natalie's family room. Two people were talking elsewhere in the house. I moved in that direction. 

I heard Zoe say: "Dad, I don't think this is a good idea."

"But your mom said it was fine with her." Peter was making his appeal.

"I'm scared. You have a weird look on your face. It's scary."

"I'm just really excited. Aren't you?"

"But your eyes are bulging out."

"That's not all that's bulging." I heard a zipper. "Look at this!"

"Oh my God! You've got an erection! Did I do that?"

"You have for a long time. No one was more surprised than me that your mother gave me the go-ahead for something I've wanted so bad." I heard kissing and grunting.

"Get away!"

"The hell I will! If we don't do it now, your mother might change her mind. It has to be now, or I'll die."

"My God, how low can you sink? What even makes you think I want to have sex with you?"

I decided to interrupt the lovebirds then and there. I entered the room and saw Zoe a split second before she saw me. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned. "Uncle Charlie? What are you doing here?" She pulled her blouse shut.

"Charlie? I didn't hear you come in." Peter tried to shove his erection back into his pants. It didn't fit.

I took another step into the room. The walls were covered with posters: Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, featuring the new Kirk and Spock, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, and the Tenth Doctor. So, Zoe was a sci-fi enthusiast. "Peter, I know what's going on. And you're about to screw it up really, really bad. You should go take a cold shower and forget about this."

Peter kept his hands covering his unrelenting erection. "What? We're just talking about, about-."

"About teaching Zoe sex. But talking isn't what you have in mind, was it? Look at yourself, erect and practically drooling. You're pathetic!" 

"Who are you to tell me what to do, or how it's going to turn out? Zoe loves me, and I'm sure she'll appreciate me once we start-."

"She won't, and you'll force it, because you're overcome with lust." Zoe had filled out in the chest department, and her hair was long and wavy. The finishing touch was the cleft in her chin, which was very sexy. "I can't blame you. Zoe is beautiful woman, no doubt about it. But consider what she thinks of you now, and how much worse it will be after you force her."

"I would never hurt my daughter." He reached out his arms, his cock half exposed, but Zoe backed away.

"Anakin didn't want to hurt Padme but ended up killing her. It doesn't matter. This should be consensual and it's obvious to me that it is not!"

Peter turned to Zoe. "You asked Mom for me to do this, right?"

Zoe shook her head. "I told Mom about one of my friends at school whose mother arranged for her first time. Mom thought it was a great idea. That it would prevent a bad first experience. But I didn't ask. And look at you. I'm terrified that you'll rape me, just like Uncle Charlie said."

I approached Peter and put a hand on his shoulder. "Right now, this is all messed up. Your wife has a strange notion about how to protect your daughter, and your daughter doesn't agree. So in the end, you'll be making things as bad as your wife wanted to prevent. Zoe's not yet ready. Maybe some day, but not today."

Peter brushed my hand off. "And what makes you the expert, huh?"

I turned to Zoe, hoping she wouldn't notice that I too had a bulge. "Zoe, you told my wife about you friend, right?"

"Yeah, we were talking about stuff. She asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no, and then I must have told her about my friend and her mom."

"Well, Maggie thought it was a great idea, too. And she asked me to give Felice her first experience. And I screwed it up."

Peter slapped his thighs. "Sweet little Felice? Man, how could you?"

"Look who's talking! I recognized your demeanor because I saw it in myself." Technically, because of the time jump, I was screwing it up at the same time I was lecturing Peter. "So I know first hand."

"Wow!" Zoe plopped down on her bed. 

The wind was out of Peter's sails. "I suggest the three of you have a family meeting when Natalie gets home. Talk this out."

Peter's cock had withered back to normal size. He tucked it away, zipped up and latched his belt. "I guess I wanted it too bad." He hugged his daughter, and she let him. "I'm sorry sweetie." He kissed her forehead. If he'd gone for her mouth, I would have slugged him.

"Where is Natalie?" I asked.

"She's at the Starbucks down the road with her laptop. She didn't want to be here when, well, you know. "

I pulled out a ten. "Go have a Grande with her, on me. I'll stay here with Zoe. I haven't seen her for quite a while. This will give us a chance to get caught up."

Peter looked at Zoe. She nodded and smiled. "Okay. See you later."

When Zoe heard the door shut and lock, she ran over and threw her arms around me. "Oh thank you so much!"

I held her gently. We were face to face. "You're welcome. You know, you've really filled out since the last time we were together. At a water park in Wisconsin, right?"

Her family had driven in from a Detroit suburb for a mini family reunion. Zoe hadn't grown tits back then, although her nipples had been prominent in her one-piece bathing suit. I had an erection back then, just like the one in my pants.

"Did you really do bad stuff with Felice?" Her breath was peppermint fresh.

"Yes, but I fixed it." I kept my arms loosely around her.

"Really? How?"

Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who? Maybe Zoe would appreciate my story. "I haven't told anyone else about this, but I'm willing to share my secret with you."

"Okay?"

I sat down next to her. She was rocking back and forth anxiously waiting for my secret. And I told her. "After I messed up with Felice's seduction, I went back in time and redid it the right way, to give her pleasure." Technically, I hadn't done it quite yet, but I'd do it, soon.

Instead of a laugh and a slap on the shoulder, her eyes widened. "Wow! How do you time travel? Can I come with?"

"See that?" I pointed to the silver cock clock on her dresser. "That's my time travel device."

"Now I know you're kidding. You can't fit inside that."

"It isn't a TARDIS. But it takes me to places and times where young women are about to have bad sex for the first time. Just like you."

Zoe hugged her knees to her chest. "And then what?"

"Then, I provide the good experience instead. So after I messed up with Felice, I went back and-"

Zoe interrupted my monologue with her lips on mine. They were trembling, which made the kiss even hotter. "You came back in time to make love to me. That's so hot!" She finished unbuttoning her blouse. "We'll have to be quick. My folks won't stay away too long. When Peter tells her you're in town, Mom will want to see you." She was tall and thin but her hips had widened from when she was a girl. Zoe stripped off her pants. 

I had prevented Zoe's rape by her father, but could I really have sex with my own niece? In bra and panties, I was almost as excited as Peter, on the verge of jumping her bones. I played lyrics from Abba's song 'Does Your Mother Know?' in my head: 'You're so hot, teasing me, So you're blue but I can't take a chance on a chick like you. That's something I couldn't do. There's that look in your eyes. I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild. Ah, but girl you're only a child.' "Listen, I'm flattered. Really. But being your first would change our relationship forever."

"But isn't that why you time traveled? To take my virginity in a gentle way, like you did with Felice? That is so cool." 

She was right. That was my motivation. Why was I chickening out? Because it might change real time? I shucked off my clothes down to my jockeys.

Only her bra and panties remained. "Looks like you're ready."

Maybe if she saw my erection, she'd change her mind. I pulled my underwear off to complete the striptease.

"Oh wow! I've seen pictures, but yours is a lot prettier." She dropped to her knees and caressed my cock. It was hard and ready. 

Time was fleeting. I internally acknowledged my duty. "Shouldn't we be getting on with it? Your folks?"

"Oh yeah, sure." She popped her bra. Small breasts high on her chest, like scoops of ice cream with nipples for cherries. Zoe was cherry, but not for long. I slid her panties down and sniffed her crotch. "Smells like you're ready. Why don't you lay back?" 

She rubbed her naked body against mine. "My dream of how I'd do it the first time is to do it in the shower. All wet and slippery!" With her hand on my cock, I let her lead me to the guest bathroom.

She stepped into the tub first. I followed, pulling the curtain closed. With the practiced twist of a knob, warm water cascaded over us. She pulled her hair back and soaked it. Her breasts aimed at me, tempting me. She resumed kissing, our bodies pressed together. She paused to squirt a blob of body gel onto her hand, then my chest, and down to my cock. I'd squirt sooner rather than later if she'd kept that up. I performed the same slippery massage to her body, from her breasts down her sides and then to her ass, pulling her tight against me.

Our tongues touched in our first open mouth kiss. My prick throbbed, urgently seeking the same penetration down below.

"I'm ready, Uncle Charlie." Her eyes pleaded for physical attention. My cock was at attention, ready to comply.

She was so leggy she had to squat, legs spread, for me to get into position. She poised for penetration, her back against the tile wall. "I can't hold this position very long." Her anticipatory smile faded. "This was a bad idea."

I'd gone too far to lose this opportunity and give Peter the chance to mess it up. "Nope, we just need to be creative." For some reason, there were towel racks at both ends. "Stand facing the spray and hang onto the rack." In the suggested position, her backend faced me. I got up close and ran my hands over her breasts. I tweaked her nipples just to tease.

"Do it now! Please." Her nipples had stiffened and her legs were spread. I thumped my cock against her crotch. She reached through her legs and took hold. With a bit of finesse, she got my cock lodged between her outer labia. "Mmmmm, nice and hard."

I slid in a bit. "How's that?"

"Much better she moaned! DON'T STOP NOW!"

So I pressed deeper into a pussy that welcomed my visit but was not used to visitors. With determination and slow pressure, I made it all the way in without encountering any obstruction. Zoe had a deep vagina. I couldn't feel her womb at full depth. With the spray in my face, water rippling down Zoe's back, I began a series of thrusts, slow and deep. Zoe moaned and tilted her hips a bit, making the slides easier. "You know how sexy you are, right?" I asked.

"Ooooohh, I do now. I'm fuckin' sexy." Zoe's pussy throbbed and gripped, making the probing even more pleasant. 

I held her hips as the speed of my motion increased. The last thing I wanted to do was to fall and hit my head before we were done. Some trauma would be needed to get me back to real time, but not now. I diddled her pussy from the front. "I want your first orgasm to be world class." More lyrics: 'Take it nice and slow. Does your mother know that you're out?' Did her mother know that I was in? I humped a bit faster, drilling her tight channel. Sex with Zoe was to die for, but I wanted to finish before Peter had the opportunity to make that phrase a reality with me.

Her vagina clamped down. "Is this it? Am I going to cum? Are you going to cum?"

I was about to answer, seconds from shooting off myself, when the door burst open and the shower curtain whipped back. I was too engaged to deal with Natalie and Peter, who stood there open mouthed at our fucking. The spray got Natalie's shirt wet, exposing the pattern of her bra. Mother had bigger tits than daughter, but I needed to retain focus. Natalie reached down and turned off the water. After her hand let go of the dial, it brushed against Zoe's thigh, with her fingertips assessing my scrotum. Natalie's grope and the cold air made me shiver, which translated into a series of quick thrusts. Zoe screamed, either from an orgasm or embarrassment. I hollered and spurted, driving semen deep into her, two hard explosions. 

Peter, mouth agape finally said something: "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I guess Zoe was ready after all." I kept my arms around her waist, holding her tight partially for body heat.

Peter continued to stare at his naked daughter. As Zoe straightened, bare, wet and well-fucked, my semi-erect cock slipped from her pussy.

Natalie stared at my deflating cock. "God! Maggie gets that?" She licked her lips. My cock lurched, and she smiled.

Zoe wrapped her arms around her chest, maybe for warmth or maybe to hide her breasts from her father's gaze. I put my arm around her shoulder, in a gesture of solidarity. "He made my first time awesome, just like he did with Felice." She stepped out of my hug and out of the tub.

Natalie grabbed a large towel and wrapped Zoe in it. Peter's peep show was over. "Did you really have sex with Felice? With Maggie's approval?" She held her daughter in her arms, stroking Zoe's head, tucked against her neck. The thought of sex with Felice got my cock a little harder. Natalie tried not to be obvious in checking me out.

"I guess I have Zoe to thank for that, because she put the idea into Maggie's head." I held out my hand. "Can I please get a towel?"

"After everything you said, you went ahead?" Peter crossed his arms. Maybe a punch in the jaw by Peter was my way back to real time.

"After success with Felice, I was best equipped to initiate Zoe," I said. So professorial, so authoritative, so naked, so caught, and so screwed. I lifted one leg to step out and get a towel for myself. 

Peter stepped forward, extended one arm, grabbed my throat and pinned me against the tile wall. "You fucked my little girl!"

Even with two hands, I couldn't dislodge Peter's grip. It was difficult to breathe.

"Peter, no!" shouted Natalie.

Zoe perked up. "No, Daddy."

My sounds were croaks. "You heard her, I was gentle and loving. She's off to a healthy start in her sex life-"

Peter's fingers tightened. "I don't care. It wasn't right."

Natalie shook her husband, begging him to release me. He ignored her. My head was pounding. Even with constrained airflow, my mind knew that what I'd done was better than him raping her. 

Natalie pounded Peter's back with her fists. "Stop it! You're killing him!"

Peter released my throat from his grasp. I took deep breaths, bent over, holding my knees for support. Peter grunted, turned and walked away. Natalie and Zoe both held out their hands, to assist me from the tub. I stepped forward to accept their assistance. There must have been a remnant blob of body jell in the tub, because my leg slipped out from under me. I fell backwards. The last thing I saw before my head hit the tub was Zoe, a panic look on her face, her towel falling to the floor, her hands and nubile breasts out of reach.

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"Charlie, what are doing in bed?" It was Maggie's voice, loud and disruptive.

My head throbbed.

"Are you okay?" she shouted.

"Shhhhh. You don't have to shout." I sat up. The room spun. I plopped down and curled up, fetal position.

"I'll call the office and tell them you're not well." Her ass wiggled as she left the room.

"Thanks." Right then and there, I decided to return the cock clock to the antique store, to the shopkeeper, its rightful owner. Anything else held more risk than I could stand. I'd have to be happy with Maggie as my primary sex partner and perhaps with a bit of Felice on the side when we could get private quality time.

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The Cock Clock Ch. 11



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When the room stopped spinning, I fell out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Maggie was eating a bowl of cereal. She looked up at me and gave me a loving smile. "Can I take you up on that rain check tonight, or aren't you feeling well enough?"

"I'll be fine. I just need some rest." I didn't tell her that I'd fallen in her sister's bathroom after having sex with our niece.

"Good, because I'm more then ready." She licked her lips, and then took another bite. Before I could position myself to kiss her, the damn phone rang. I picked it up from the cradle and tossed it to her. She caught it and answered: "Hello?" "What's up?" "Yes, he's here. Why?" Maggie pressed the speakerphone button and put one finger to her lips. I kept quiet. "What was that, I didn't catch what you said."

I listened to Natalie's voice. "I said, Peter and I had the same dream last night. We both dreamed that Charlie had sex with Zoe in our shower."

I'd always wondered what memories my sex partners and others in the vicinity had after I jumped back to real time. Natalie's rendition satisfied my curiosity.

"He did?" Maggie stared at me.

I shrugged, feigning ignorance and surprise with a single gesture.

Natalie prattled on. "Peter and I were out somewhere, I don't remember that part, and we came home and heard noise coming from the bathroom. We both went in and pulled back the curtain. There he was, taking Zoe from behind."

Maggie tilted her head, seeking some non-verbal response. I tried to maintain a shocked expression. "So what did you do? In the dream, I mean."

"Well, they didn't stop until they were done. God, it was crazy, watching our child have sex with Charlie. Then after he pulled out, we had some kind of conversation. I don't remember precisely what was said, except that I commented on Charlie's extraordinarily large penis. Bigger than real life, I imagine." 

Maggie smiled at her sister's comment. "Oh, Charlie's is pretty big."

"He is? Well, anyway, Peter attacked him but Zoe and I got Peter to stop. Then suddenly I woke up. Peter must have as well, because he doesn't remember anything past that point either. But the same dream: how is that possible?"

"Did Zoe have the same dream?" asked Maggie.

That was a great question. I wanted to know that as well, as preparation for the next time Zoe and I were in the same room. Only for defensive purposes, mind you.

"I was afraid to ask her," said Natalie. "I mean, the two of us having the same dream was freaky enough. But before she left the house, Zoe asked when we'd be seeing you guys again. So, what do you think?"

Maggie smiled and beckoned me closer. When I was within range, she ran her fingers up and down my crotch. There was no hiding my erection. "I think I need to keep you and Zoe away from Charlie. Really, sis, having dreams about my husband, naked?" 

"It's not like I caused the dream. Although maybe-" There was a pregnant pause. "You know, I'd been thinking about Zoe and her first sex. I'd even considered asking Peter to be Zoe's first sex partner, but now I've had second thoughts," said Natalie. There was another long pause. "Do you think the dream was meant to suggest an answer? To Zoe's condition, I mean?"

Maggie's face reddened. "I know what you're about to suggest, and the answer is no." Maggie gripped my cock as she chastised her sister. "Charlie is not in the business of introducing young women to sex. So Charlie won't be flying or driving out to take care of Zoe. She's a big girl. She'll take care of herself." 

Including picking her first sex partner? I was skeptical, but maybe it was because I'd been there.

"Well, maybe. But first thing, I'm putting her on birth control, just in case." 

My cock throbbed at the thought of Zoe being unprotected. Maggie probably thought it was her continued stimulation. 

Natalie's heavy sigh sounded like she was blowing into the phone. "I just pray she'll have it better than my first. It was awful. I don't even want to think about it."

So Natalie had bad sex her first time too? Was there no end to young women whose initiation was messed up? My latest clock jumps were for relatively recent incidents. So far, they'd had little or no impact on my life with Maggie and Felice. Jumping back to Natalie's first experience would put my desirable status quo in possible jeopardy. Nope, Natalie's experience would have to stand as is. Or as was. Time jumping was so confusing.

"I had no idea," said Maggie. "I'm so sorry. That's something that we share, sis."

I'd already messed up fixing Maggie's first. Going back and letting things transpire as they had originally returned things to normal. If not normal, then historically accurate, to keep Maggie as my real time wife.

Natalie's voice was gentle, needy. "Maybe we'll come out so you and I can chat, in person?"

"Any time."

I hoped she would bring Zoe. Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten. I was limited to sex outside my marriage only in time jumps.

"Okay, well, thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Say hi to Charlie and Felice for us. Bye."

Maggie cradled the phone. "You were here all night, right?"

"Of course. Like I could get to Detroit and back without you noticing. But you really objected when Natalie merely implied that I prepare Zoe sexually. How come?"

Maggie's hand dropped from my crotch. "I have plenty of things for you to do around here if you have spare time for initiating young girls. Felice was a special case, never to be repeated." She poked me in the stomach with her index finger. "Do you understand me?"

She stood up to reinforce her point. I hugged and kissed her hard. The erection I forced her to feel was a combination of her stimulation, supplemented by my thoughts about Felice, Zoe and Natalie, whose chest was nothing to sneeze at. "Absolutely!"

Maggie put her bowl in the sink and grabbed her list for grocery shopping. "Take it easy today. Get some rest, and later maybe I'll cash in that rain check. Natalie's story got me even hornier."

I snuck a quick ass squeeze. "You're on. See you later."

With my life stabilized, it was time to get rid of the cock clock, and no better home for it than the antique shop where I got it. The proprietor would be thrilled to get it back, and she could keep the seventy-two cents it cost me. All of the sex I'd had with various partners at various jump times was much more than worth it. With Maggie and Felice as here-and-now sexual companions, I was confident I'd be satisfied. Assuming Felice was willing and Maggie didn't find out.

I wrapped the clock in aluminum foil and then put it in a zippered plastic bag. Then I wrapped that bundle in newspaper and put the whole thing in a wooden box lined with sheets of tin from old air conditioning ductwork. Just maybe the clock's effects would be weakened by that combination of barriers to its power.

I burnt one of my sick days, calling in that I didn't feel well. That much was true. I was worried about Zoe and about living without the ability to time jump for my mission. I drove to the antique store where I bought the silver device. With no festivals and it being a weekday, parking in front of the shop was available. And this time, the store was right where it was supposed to be. I was relieved at that consistency. Changes meant disruption.

The shopkeeper who'd had her first sexual encounter with me years before was at the front desk looking better than ever. Maybe it was her, or maybe I saw her with new eyes. 

"Can I help you?" she asked. She didn't seem to know me. 

Had one of my recent time jumps changed our mutual relationship? No matter. The clock would be better off in her possession. If she didn't know me, she'd certainly recognize her timepiece. "Yes. I have an item to show you."

"Well, let's open it up and take a look." She undid my wrapping while I glanced at a copy of the local newspaper on her counter. On the first page there was a headline about a rape behind a local restaurant. I flipped to page five. They mentioned my town but not the victim's name, for privacy. But my gut knew the truth. The victim had to be Janie, the target of my attention on "ribs and initiate Felice" night. Damn! The shopkeeper had just bent back the sheet metal and removed the aluminum foil. "Marvelous! I've never seen anything like this before."

That was wrong, because she'd told me it was a family heirloom, never to be sold, only borrowed. I dove back into the news story while the shopkeeper fondled the clock. Evidently two male employees had attacked the victim in an alley behind a restaurant. Did I have anything to do with that? Two young men had interrupted Janie and me in our embrace. 

"I want this for my collection," said the proprietor. Her eyes were blazing. "Any amount you ask."

The clock had her under its control and it was exciting her. She licked her lips and leaned forward. I would have bet that she'd take me in the back room for sex if I asked.

"I've changed my mind." I snatched the clock from her grasp. Who knows what the clock would provoke her to do? Jump the bones of the next male she saw. Shit, that wasn't going be me!

"All right, don't sell me the clock. But keep me company for a while. I'm sooo lonely." She ran her hands up and down her body with no shame, pushing her fingers against her mound while gripping one of her breasts.

"Maybe later." Had I just offered her sex? I'd fucked her before, and it wasn't bad. But I felt compelled to fix Janie's situation as soon as possible. My control over time didn't demand immediate action, but I felt responsible. Guilt is a powerful motivator. I left all of the wrappings on the counter and grabbed the doorknob.

"Don't go!" she whined. "I don't know what I'll do if I don't get satisfaction."

The memory of a quickie with her in an old bed flashed through my mind. No, this was real time, and I didn't cheat in real time. "You'll be fine." I ran to my car and backed out of the space. A passing vehicle beeped at me, but we avoided a collision with screeching brakes. When it was gone, I sped away from the store with the clock safe on the seat beside me. I made an abrupt turn into an empty parking lot and kicked up gravel as I headed to the far corner, near a cluster of mature trees. I waited until I caught my breath. Dare I make another trip back? What might change this time? I had plenty of time to kill so I reclined my bucket seat and cuddled with the clock.

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I was in an alley behind a strip mall, standing behind a dumpster. The backs of the stores were one solid brick wall with individual exits from each shop. The alley was lower than the stores, putting each door a few feet off the ground accessible via four steps leading to a cement landing. The smells confirmed that I was behind Pig Inn. The metal door opened and Janie came outside. She still wore the black t-shirt with a silver clock on the front. When she came down the steps and walked up the alley, her hips twitched from side to side, her butt round over a thin waist. She ran her fingers through her hair, arms up, pushing her breasts forward. My cock throbbed at the thought of having sex with her, just as it had when we'd come here for dinner. Why was I obsessing over Janie's body? That clock! She stopped and leaned against a fat metal post that separated the restaurant's loading dock from the neighboring store. The door opened again and two young men came outside. Those were the same two employees who'd caught us in an embrace. 

The second one I'd seen, the one with dark slicked back hair spoke up. "Heeeeyyy, Janie. What's with you and that old guy?"

Old guy? He meant me.

"He's a family friend, that's all." Janie replied as she examined her finger polish.

"You two were awfully friendly. He sure had the hots for you." Slick jumped down from the concrete landing. "And you seemed to be enjoying the attention. A guy can tell."

"Yeah, well, I've known him forever, he's a nice guy." Janie raised her eyes to Slick's face. "One of the few I've ever met."

Janie thought I was a nice guy? Did that mean I was destined to finish last?

Slick continued moving towards Janie. His fellow co-worker, the one with the ponytail, came down the steps but hung back. "I can be nice. Can't I, Smitty?"

Smitty nodded.

"See, you should give me a chance." Slick approached Janie, pinning her against the metal post.

Janie pushed at Slick with both arms. "Iggy, stop it!" So Slick's name was Iggy? Yucky!

"Come on, Janie. You had a big kiss for that old guy. Don't 'cha have one for me?" He leaned forward, lips puckered.

Janie turned her head to avoid lip-to-lip contact. I had to do something. There were two of them and only one of me. I had no chance in a physical confrontation. Chunks of broken bricks littered the ground near the dumpster. I picked up a piece. Throw it at Iggy? I could miss and hit Janie. Throw it at Smitty? Nah, he was a bystander. I threw the hunk at an obvious target, the metal door. It banged loud and left a dent. Iggy and Smitty turned towards the door, momentarily distracted. Janie ducked under Iggy's arms and backed away, hugging herself.

The door opened. "What the hell is going on out here?" The proprietor in a stained apron stood on the concrete landing, a cast iron skillet dangling from in his hand. His head swiveled back and forth, taking in the scene. "I didn't give you boys no permission for a break, just Janie. You not giving her a hard time, I hope. Get back in here. We got customers waiting."

Iggy and Smitty, shoulders slumped, plodded up the stairs. Smitty went in first. Iggy gave Janie a leer before following. 

After the door slammed shut, I came out of hiding.

"Mr. Norris!" Janie ran over and threw her arms around me. "I thought you'd left. Where are Maggie and Felice?"

Time for a lie. "They went home without me. I had a funny feeling-"

"So did I!" She kissed me, hard with trembling lips. "A really good feeling."

I didn't explain that my feeling was one of dread about her safety, after reading a newspaper that wouldn't be out for a few days. After her kiss, my current feeling was horny. Janie's kisses curled my toes. "Me too."

"We're kind of slow this evening. I'm going to ask for early dismissal. Let me get my jacket." Janie ran up the stairs and through the door. It seemed like only a few seconds and Janie was at my side, her coat dangling from her hand. "Where's your car?"

"Maggie and Felice drove home. I guess I'm stranded."

"Then let me give you a ride."

It was my job to ride Janie, to make sure her introduction to sex was pleasant. "Great."

She led me to her subcompact car, which suffered visible rust and a dent. We drove in silence, a big smile on Janie's face. When we came to a T-intersection, Janie turned left instead of right. "This isn't the way to my house."

"I was hoping we could spend some time together. It's so good to see you."

Her bed was much better than parking in some secluded spot and doing it in the back seat, where springs were poking through the seat cushions.

Janie drove through two small communities before she parked in front of a small brick bungalow. "Well, this is home sweet home."

I'd never been in that area before. "This isn't your folks house, is it?" Maybe they'd downsized.

"Nope, this was my Gramma's house. I lived with her for the last few years. She left it to me when she passed."

Evidently Janie's relationship with her folks had been strained if she moved out to live with her grandmother. If I was a substitute father figure, what would that do to the likelihood of sex? "You live here alone?"

Janie's shoulder slumped and her face showed sadness. "A chronic condition for me." Then she smiled. "But you're here now." She came around and took my hand, leading me up a broken concrete path to the front door. She used the key. "It's not much. Pardon the mess. I wasn't expecting company." She threw her arms around me for another kiss. "But I'm so happy you came."

I hadn't cum yet but the prospects were good. "Nice to be with you."

Barking from a distance got louder. A frisky multi-pedigree mutt barreled around the corner and slid on the entry rug. It was all yips and licks. I bent over and petted the critter, taking an opportunity to stare at Janie's ass as she went into the kitchen.

"Do you want something? Oh, silly me. You just had a full slab." Janie led me into the living room, which had one lamp at half-brightness. Janie left the room mostly dark. We shared the sofa, one of Janie's legs tucked under the other. The puppy jumped into her lap, crumpling her skirt higher on her thighs. "You find me attractive. I know because I felt you earlier when we hugged. And just now, too." She stroked the dog's body.

I was jealous. I wanted Janie's hands on my body. "I can't argue with facts. You're a beautiful woman."

She hugged her puppy. "But is it just sex, or something more?"

That was an excellent question. My cock throbbed. I was on a mission to save her from a rape, probably by Iggy, or Slick, or whoever. "There's more to it than just sex."

She smiled. "I knew it!"

The dog bounced around the sofa, leaping at Janie's face for tongue kisses. I would have done that for Janie in an instant. "No, Froofy, bad girl." Janie lifted the dog and quickly walked to the kitchen, dragging a gate from the side. "If you can't be good, you'll need to be locked up." She bent over. Her skirt lifted, panties tight against her pussy, the cotton molded to her labia and the glorious crease in between. She returned to the sofa and plopped down. "Where were we?"

"Right here." I scooted closer, put my arm around her and drew her close. 

"I felt it the moment you took me in your arms at the restaurant. You have genuine feelings for me, don't you?"

I grabbed another kiss. "Yes, I do." I genuinely wanted to fulfill my obligation and give her an awesome fucking. Besides, I wouldn't be around for the long haul. I'd jump back to real time and Janie would have an excellent and fulfilling dream about us. I stroked her cheek with only my fingertips. "Being with you now, at this moment, is very important-" My grumbling stomach, ratted me out.

She startled erect. "Oh, you are hungry. I'll get something."

Janie disappeared into the kitchen. I squinted to examine the positively ancient furniture. Not old enough to be antiques, however I was certain the old proprietor would get good money for some of Grandma's furniture.

Janie came into the living room with a plate of crackers and a can of Aerosol Cheese. And no skirt.

I didn't comment on her legs, but took them in, thin but shapely, and leading to a pair of pink bikini panties. Janie sat on the couch next to me, squirted a dab of cheese on a cracker and fed it to me. She let her fingers pierce my lips. So, besides the cracker, I ended up sucking her fingertips.

"Your turn." She handed me the can. "I'm looking for a long-term relationship, with someone who really cares about me. Not someone who just wants benefits."




The Cock Clock Ch. 11



As I hung on her every word, I pressed a bit too long. The cheese material filed the cracker and ran over onto my fingers.

"Don't worry, I'll get it." She sucked the cracker into her mouth and then went to work on my fingers, sucking them clean. More than clean. She was sucking them in a completely erotic manner. "Mmmmm."

I put my available hand on her knee and then up along her thigh. She ran her hand up my leg, right to my erection. She released my fingers from her mouth. "You're really hard." She stood up, panties at eye level. They were tucked between her labia. "Let's go to my room."

I followed that swaying ass down the hall. In another dimly lit room, Janie pulled off her t-shirt. Either she'd been braless all night or discarded it when she lost the skirt. The panties hit the floor. I didn't hesitate and threw my clothes off as quick as I could. Even in the mostly dark room, I saw Janie's eyes go wide at the sight of my erection. "Oh, Mr. Norris! Your penis is incredible!" She fell to her knees, caressing my cock with both hands, and then giving it sloppy lips-open kiss.

I didn't want a blowjob. I wanted to fulfill our shared destiny. I stood Janie up and ran a finger through her labia: wet and wild. "I think we should enjoy those benefits, hmm?"

Janie plopped onto her bed, where the covers were already jumbled from the previous night's sleep. She opened her arms and legs wide. I stuck my head down to kiss her labia, but didn't want to mess up her open invitation. As my face closed in on hers, her fingers brought my cock up to her pussy. I urged my hips forward. I pierced her labia, the head of my cock completely buried. But there were inches to go. "Oh, Mr. Norris. I've never had one this big."

So this wasn't Janie's first fuck. Still, I'd saved her from a rape. That was something to be proud of. I wiggled my hips from side to side, afraid to drill deeper.

"This is so important to me, to be with someone who cares. I screwed up college, and then I messed up with my folks - God, what they'll think when I tell them about us -"

Janie was going to tell her folks we'd fucked? Not a good idea. Oh wait, she'll just think of it as a dream.

She was still talking. "And I've settled for waitressing. Although they value me there, I had bigger dreams. But there's no one in my life. I'm pretty much a failure."

"No you're not. I don't get intimate with failures."

Janie smiled and gave me a peck on the lips. "Tell me, Mr. Norris, do you have deep feelings for me?"

I leaned, driving deeper into her pussy. "Oh yes, deep."

"Very deep?"

I plunged all the way in. Balls deep. "Deeper than you know."

"I had no idea!" Janie began humping against my cock. "This is awesome."

I pounded away for a while, the friction of her count against my cock amazing. "Can we switch positions? Is that okay?"

"For you, Mr. Norris, anything."

I leaned back. "If you'd get on your hands and knees-"

"Oh, doggy. You'll go deeper that way."

"Yes. And maybe you should call me Charlie."

Janie looked over her shoulder. "I think calling you Mr. Norris is cooler."

I lined my cock up and coupled with Janie. She was correct: I could penetrate even deeper. Besides, my hands were free to explore her body, squeeze and rub her tits and tweak her nipples. Every tweak clamped her pussy tight. I played with the timing and her tits. My balls were churning up semen. I was so ready to cum. All it would take was a couple more minutes. I sped up, making sure I pressed forward when she tightened up.

"What are you going to do about Mrs. Norris? Oh, and Felice! She might not get over it."

"Over what?" The fact that I'd had sex with her school friend? I was ready. Just another deep dip and-

"When I become her stepmother, of course. Oh God, I'm gonna'-"

Stepmother? Without a nipple tweak, Janie's cunt clamped down. I felt her stomach muscles tighten under my palm. I leaned hard and came. What did she say? Janie thought I'd be leaving Maggie for her? Is that what she meant by a deep relationship? She'd become my wife? 

Janie's orgasm had been so strong, she lay motionless at an angle, hips up, head on her pillow.

I pulled my clothes on as I stumbled down the hallway. A yipping dog danced at my feet. As I tried to pull up my pants, Froofy took the back of my trousers in her mouth. I took short shuffling baby steps towards the door. Froofy didn't let go. I dragged the pooch past the stoop and onto the walkway. The uneven cement tripped me up and I fell forward, my hands not quick enough to release my waistband and protect myself. I heard Janie's voice and Froofy's bark as I blacked out.

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I rolled over in bed. The sun was already lighting up our bedroom. Maggie's body was there, breathing raspy through her nose. She blinked her eyes and stared at me. "Charlie, oh I'm so sorry!"

"Huh?"

She touched my face, around my eye socket. "I must have had a bad dream and slugged you. Put ice on it right away."

I staggered to the bathroom. Sure enough, I witnessed a black eye, right where I'd fallen on Janie's sidewalk. I hoped her dream about us was pleasant. In the kitchen, I grabbed an ice bag from the freezer, always ready for some kind of injury, and searched for the local paper. Only one day old, Maggie had tossed it into the paper recycle bin. No page one headline about a rape. On page five, instead of details about a rape, a quarter page ad from Pig Inn, showing their specialties and an inset photo of the owner and staff. Including Janie, who stood next to Iggy, his arm around her, the pair smiling.

If leaving the clock with the antique store proprietor was dangerous, and keeping it was a constant temptation to be every woman's sexual hero, what could I do? I'd proven that I could disrupt my own timeline, as well as others. No, the clock would be for emergencies only. The only outstanding issue was, what qualified as an emergency?

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The Cock Clock Ch. 12



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It was right after lunch at work when I got a call announcing that I had "visitors." It is very unusual for anyone to stop by and see me without an appointment. Even my wife calls ahead to coordinate shared lunch plans. So it was a complete and total shock when I saw Zoe standing in the reception area, with what seemed to be a girlfriend in tow.

"Zoe!" I didn't offer open arms. The feel of her that close would have brought back memories and provoked a physiological response. I didn't do stuff like that in real time. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulder. "How did you get here?"

"By bus. It's not that far from Detroit." Her expression was subdued, reluctant. Obviously something was bothering her.

"Just five half-hour stops." The friend extended a hand. "I'm Stella, the unintroduced companion."

"So, what brings you to Chicago?" Had Zoe come to see me? To have sex in real time instead of in jump time? It was a dream to her, if I understood it right.

Stella replied, "Zoe and I are doing an architectural project about Chicago. Since we had a long weekend off, our teacher suggested that we come and see it first hand."

Zoe nodded vigorously. Had Zoe discussed her dream with her traveling companion? Was Stella also going to be on the menu? I shook my head. Sex outside of my marriage was a no-no in real time.

Stella pointed in the general direction of the glass window. "Maybe you can take us around?"

For a split second, my head interpreted that as hugging the two of them.

"You know, show us buildings and stuff?"

The receptionist was smiling at my awkward encounter. It would be gossip fodder the rest of the day. "Sure, why not?" Being in the company of two lovely young ladies would make it a wonderful day, even without sex. We stopped by my car and stowed their rolling suitcases, each not much bigger than a backpack, in my trunk.

"You two up for a walk?"

Zoe nodded.

"Sure, it'll be good to stretch our legs after being cramped up for so long." Stella took Zoe's arm.

I was no expert, but I knew some of the buildings by name. I even remembered some of the architects. I pointed a block south. "There's the Sears Tower."

"It's the Willis Tower now," said Stella. "Sears moved to the suburbs."

"You've done your homework. And this is the First National Bank building with its sloping lines." I looked straight up and got dizzy.

The smell from the small shop across the street grabbed my attention. "Anybody want some carmel corn?"

Both shook their heads. Maybe it's a developed taste.

The girls walked silently, taking an occasional photo of a building, asking about structures not in my repertoire. "I know. Let's take a guided tour."

We made our way up Michigan Avenue just past the Equitable and Tribune Buildings. There, on the shore of the Chicago River, was a tour boat. We jogged down the stairs and I paid for three tickets. Maggie wouldn't mind, after I explained the circumstances. We boarded the Chicago Architecture Foundation River Cruise boat, Chicago's First Lady. Their sign read "A must for out-of-towners and Chicagoans alike. CAF certified volunteer tour guides‚called docents‚interpret more than 50 buildings along the Chicago River, revealing how the city grew from a small back-country outpost into one of the world's most important crossroads in less than 100 years." I figured I might learn something too. The guides used an amplified megaphone to make sure we didn't doze off while they rambled on non-stop about historic and modern architectural styles, punctuated by stories about the people who designed and built the city. The girls seemed to pay attention. Stella even took notes.

I stumbled off the boat, trying to regain my land legs. The girls seemed to have no trouble. "There, pretty complete, right?" I searched their faces as they silently communicated.

Zoe frowned. "No, we haven't seen the old Water Tower or the Hancock or Water Tower."

It was a long slog up Michigan Avenue. The girls seemed more interested in the stores than the targets of our expedition, but were suitably impressed when we got to Chicago Avenue. Maybe they didn't need a snack, but I did. After we walked around the area, I bought the girls frozen yogurt in the food court at Water Tower. "Time we got back."

I was exhausted by the time we returned to my parking garage, our starting point. My feet felt like they were about to come off my ankles. "So, how was that?"

"Amazing!" said Stella. "We've got more than we need for our report. Right, Zoe?"

Zoe was again sullen. "Yeah. Sure."

Their rolling bags were stashed up a few levels in my trunk. "So can I drop you at the bus terminal, or are you staying over?" Not my bed, with my wife Maggie in it. Much too crowded.

"We've got a motel room," said Zoe.

"Great, I'll drop you off there." They seemed to have fresh legs. Pretty legs. I dragged my mind from the gutter and my body up to where I parked. Zoe took the front seat but she was practically comatose. I found the Motel Seven, "A Step Up From Six", on the edge of downtown. I put the car into Park but left the motor running.

"We've come all this way. Can't you stay a while, just to talk?" asked Stella.

It was strange for Stella to be asking. I'd just met her. Zoe's finger on her lip was sexual, not family friendly. 

"Okay, for just a while." I parked the car and waited outside while they checked in and got a key. What would the clerk have thought about renting a room to them with me in plain sight?

Stella led, Zoe followed and I trailed. Bad mistake, because I couldn't help watch Zoe's hips sway from side to side, her ass round and inviting. I reluctantly entered their motel room. "Nice place."

"It's a dump, but we didn't have a lot of money left after the bus fare." Stella put her arm around Zoe's shoulder. "And it was important for Zoe to get away." Zoe's expression remained blank.

"Why? What's wrong?"

Zoe plopped down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread. "It's my Mom. Ever since we all had the same dream, she's been in bad shape."

"Did she tell you why?" I'd only heard some of the story through my wife's side of the conversation.

Zoe looked at Stella for encouragement or permission. She got both with a simple nod. "A couple of days after the dream - about you and me having sex in the shower - she told me part of a story about a trip to Texas with her father just before she graduated from high school. He had to travel down there for business, and she insisted on going along."

Her mother's story sounded like the plot to a bad erotic story.

Stella prompted, "Tell him the rest."

Evidently, Stella had heard the story before, probably on the bus ride. What else was there to do for all of those hours?

"Mom didn't tell me, but I think I figured it out. She wanted to seduce him: to have sex for the first time. I know just how she was feeling, you know. All of those hormones, rushing through her body?"

It was clear Zoe possessed those same hormones. "She wanted to have sex with her father?"

"Yeah. And Mom said that she was going to set me up the same way. You know, for my first time." Zoe looked into my eyes. "Did I tell you the dream seemed so real? My pussy ached, just as if I'd had sex."

The shower fucking had been hard on me too. "Dreams can be tricky that way."

"Ever since, I've had a feeling like I need to get a release or I'll just bust open." She slowly unzipped her top. No bra. The inside edges of her breasts were exposed.

"Can you get back to your mother's story, please?"

"Oh yeah. Something happened that messed up her plans." One hand casually slid into her top, caressing her breast. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very. Almost too pretty."

"How can someone be too pretty?" She pulled her hand out and unzipped some more.

"Because a man might want to do something with a young woman who was too pretty. Things he shouldn't do."

She unbuttoned my shirt. I gently pushed her hands away but they returned, exposing my chest. "Momma told me that after the dream, she changed her mind about me having sex with Daddy."

"She did?" I swallowed hard. I was hard. Shit, this wasn't past time. This was current time, and I couldn't have sex with Zoe during current time, could I? Violating her would violate my mission. Besides, we had a witness.

"Momma said there was someone else better equipped for the job." Zoe's hand ruffed my chest hair.

I changed the subject from Zoe to her mother. "So what do you think happened to your mom? I mean, her trip with her father?"

"Oh, that? She sobbed so badly, I couldn't understand what she was saying. Something about a sheriff. That's all I know."

Lots of possibilities ran through my head. The most likely was that they got caught and her father got arrested for incest. Or maybe not. 

A thousand questions went unanswered, but Zoe was intent on keeping my attention on her. "I know what I want."

"You do?"

Stella chimed in. "She's been telling me, all the way here. And it was a loooong bus ride. She wants to have sex with you."

Zoe unzipped her top and threw it off. Her breasts beckoned for my hands, my lips, any kind of touch, her nipples straining. "I want you to have sex with me in the shower, just like in my dream. Momma suggested it. She won't let Daddy and the boys in school, sheesh-" her pants and panties slid off in one smooth motion.

"Yuckers," said Stella.

It was torture. My rule was only sex in past time to correct a young woman's first experience, to save them from rape or inexperienced sex or whatever the bad situation. But this was real time, and despite her naked, fuckable and willing body in front of me, Zoe was my niece. "I'd love to, Zoe, but I have rules."

"Fuck your rules." Zoe wound herself around my body, fussing with my belt. She kissed me, soft and pleading. "Pleeeese. It'll be great. I know, because we did it already."

Did she realize her dream had been real? "It was just a dream."

"So you can make my dream come true. Oh, Uncle Charlie, you can make me cum."

I pried her arms off my body. "Zoe-"

She grasped at me, at my arms, my belt, anything to keep me close. I pushed her back onto the bed. She laid there, a willing participant. "Uncle Charlie, don't leave me like this." He arms were wide, her legs apart, and I was hard as steel. 

I ran for the door, pulling my shirt closed. "I can't. I can't." I repeated it over and over until I locked myself in the car. Zoe was naked at the door of her room, Stella beside her, as I drove away.

Damn! I couldn't give Zoe what she needed. But her mother was another story. I could go back and fix things up, even if I didn't know precisely what went wrong. The risk was losing Maggie, Felice and my life in the current time. Somehow, I felt like I owed Zoe something. Fixing her mom's sexual history was a reasonable price for real time abstinence. Maybe the power of the Cock Clock would repay my restraint and bring me back to Maggie, the one true love of my life. I'd driven aimlessly, in some industrial area just outside downtown. I found a parking lot behind some warehouses near a string of power line towers. The buzzing of the electricity was white noise. I took the Cock Clock from the trunk, where I'd stashed it after the visit to the antique shop, cuddled it to my chest, and dozed off easily.

---

I was leaning badly against a brick wall in an alley. The ground was dirt, my shoes raising dust as I got my balance and stood. Wherever I was, it looked like one of the old cowboy towns in the movies. Zoe had mentioned a sheriff. It was dusk, and one lonely car approached, plumes behind it. As the car got close, a police vehicle, hiding off to one side, pulled out, lights flashing, siren hollering. Was this the sheriff?

The lone car screeched to a halt, swerving on pavement littered with gravel, but only in that spot, as if put there on purpose. The driver of the lone car got out. When he opened the door, the dome light exposed the second passenger. I was sure it was Natalie, Zoe's mom and my wife's sister. Only much younger, probably high school senior or college freshman. Yep, this was the trip where she was to get fucked by her old man. And evidently that was going to go badly.

The sheriff and Zoe's father were talking loud, and then shouting. As soon as Dad touched the sheriff's chest, a handcuff was snapped onto his wrist. Still complaining, he was led to the patrol car's back seat. A deputy emerged from the cop car passenger side and got into Dad's driver seat. The two cars formed a miniature parade down the empty street for about two blocks. They stopped at a low-rise building that had to be the sheriff's office. I walked slowly towards their destination. If Dad were in jail, then what would become of Natalie?

Everyone went inside. I hung around, waiting for something to happen. Nothing. My curiosity won, and I entered the building. A third police officer sat at a plain wood desk. He was a big guy, and a pile of fried chicken on a paper plate was evidence how he'd gotten that way.

"Excuse me. That guy that just came in, is he locked up?"

He sucked his fingers. "Till tomorrow, when he'll face a judge for resisting arrest, speeding and using force on an officer." With that, he picked up a chicken leg and bit most of the meat off in one chomp.

I was a witness that Dad hadn't used force at all. "And the young woman who was with him?"

He wiped a paper napkin across his mouth, more spreading the grease than absorbing it. "She's being interrogated as a material witness." The officer looked me up and down. "So, who are you? Some kind of lawyer?"

"Nope, just somebody who was on the sidewalk when the incident occurred."

He smiled, bits of crunch coating and chicken stuck in his teeth. "Incident? You talk pretty fancy. And you were out after curfew. I should call the sheriff up here and have you arrested."

Then it dawned on me. Natalie's first sex wasn't with her father. It was with the sheriff, who was taking an extra benefit from his speed trap scam. I knew it in my gut that the sheriff had Natalie in some back room, sexually molesting her. That was the element of Natalie's past that caused her such grief. A rape. "Yeah, go ahead, call the sheriff."

The desk officer used a walkie-talkie, which almost slid from his hand. The answer he got was negatory. "The sheriff is busy right now. Sit down on that bench."

"No. I want to see the sheriff this instant. And I'll raise holy hell if you don't take me to him right now."

Finally, the cop put down the chicken and rubbed his hands seriously with a napkin, shredding it. "He can't be disturbed."

"The hell he can't." I rushed past the desk. Chicken eater grabbed my arm but couldn't maintain a grasp. I stumbled down the hall, with no idea where they were. The place wasn't all that big, with only a few doors. I looked inside the open ones and pushed open the others. Nothing. Just as I grabbed a handle that didn't turn, the desk officer caught up with me. "Gotcha."

Before he could drag me back to the front or into a cell, I asked, "Is this supposed to be locked?'

He looked stunned that I'd asked. "Nope. We got rules about stuff like that."

"Then open it." I maintained pressure against his pulling. But if he wanted to drag me away, he had more than enough strength.

"But the sheriff said -"

"You got rules. Follow them."

Reluctantly, the desk officer inserted the key and turned the knob. Natalie was lying on a couch, one foot on the floor, the other leg perched on the sheriff's shoulder, her skirt up around her waist, and one of the sheriff's hands at her throat. The sheriff's prick was sticking out of his pants, his knob about to get inserted into Natalie's pussy. "Quigs, I told you I wasn't -!" The sheriff saw me peeking over Quig's shoulder. "Shit! Who's that?"

"A witness," I said.

"No shit." As he stood, Natalie jumped from the couch and ran past Quigs, clinging to me. "You've got to get me out of here." She glanced down at the sheriff's exposed penis. "He was going to rape me."

The sheriff tucked his prick away and zipped up. "No, no, no." He hefted his pants.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. And Quigs saw it too." The deputy's mouth hung open. "Maybe we can settle this peaceful like without any fuss. Let Natalie and her father go on their way, and we'll pretend nothing happened. No harm, no foul."

"Nothing did happen." The sheriff rubbed his chin. "Or I could lock you all up and let the judge handle the mess. He's my brother, doncha know?"

"You want this exposed in a court of law with a victim and witnesses, including Deputy Quigs here?"

The desk cop spoke up. "Quigley, my name is Quigley."

"Officer Quigley. I apologize. Do you really want to take a chance?"

The sheriff's eyes darted back and forth, between Natalie and me.

I wanted to move this along, before the immediacy faded. "So, sheriff, what's it to be?"

The sheriff toyed with his pistol. Would he shoot us all in cold blood to silence us? Not with Quigs around. Unless Quigley was to be an additional victim. Nope. Three dead bodies would be too much for even the sheriff to explain away.

"Let them all go," sighed the sheriff. You just get the hell out of my town tonight. Nothing happened. Nothing, right?"

Natalie nodded her head. "Right. Nothing at all." She pressed against me.

With a head tilt, the sheriff directed Quigs to release Natalie's father. It took less than a minute and he joined us up front.

"Natalie!" He hugged his daughter, perhaps the foreshadowing that he'd be her first lover. "You know, you're supposed to be protecting the public!" He was prepared to lecture the sheriff about civic responsibility. Natalie took one arm, me the other, and we dragged him outside. "What?"

Natalie clung to her father, as she'd done with me. "Daddy, this man saved me."

"From what?" He kissed her forehead. In a spontaneous gesture, he kissed her lips. She pulled him against her. He returned her hugs as they kissed passionately for what seemed to be hours. "Oh my!"

Natalie smiled. "I'll tell you later, after we're miles away from here." She turned to me. "Can we give you a lift?"

I thought about riding with them, sharing a motel room, and fucking Natalie to satisfaction. But that wasn't my job this jump. After that display, it was clearly her father's. And I expected that her old man would do it with a damn sight more loving than the prick sheriff. Although maybe not as good as I'd do. "No thanks." 

Their red taillights were almost out of sight when I felt a deep calm falling over me, as if coaxing me to sleep. But I wasn't at all tired. Still, I couldn't shake it off. I leaned against the railing. And then the sheriff came outside, probably making sure we'd all gone. Except I hadn't. "You! You're still here!"

I barely had the energy to stand up, let alone fight him off.

With no witnesses, he grabbed my arm and dragged me personally back into the building and shoved me into a cell. "My brother Harold will edudicate your ass tomorrow." He smiled, happy in his revenge. My legs felt like Jell-O. I plopped down onto the lumpy cot and let the sleepy feeling take control as I laid back.




The Cock Clock Ch. 12



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An incessant hum, like millions of insects, woke me from sleep. I was on something softer than the lumpy jail cot. Hesitant to open my eyes, I stretched my arms. My hand bumped against bars. Was I still in jail? Slowly I opened my eyes. I was still locked up, just not the jail cell. I swung my feet around and sat up to examine my surroundings. I was confined in a metal cage located in a large room. Illumination was provided by a few bare bulbs at the ceiling and rows of machines with blinking lights along the walls. A video monitor mounted on a large casket-shaped metal box about twenty feet away showed my clock. Was it inside the casket? It might as well have been twenty miles.

A voice came out of the darkness. It was nasally and weak. "I see you're awake?"

I grabbed the bars. "Yeah. Where am I? Can you let me out of here?"

A short man with thinning white hair wearing a white lab coat stepped from the darkness. "I'm afraid it would be imprudent for me to give you any information. You brought back my device, and for that I am thankful. I've been worried about what havoc it could cause in the wrong hands." He waved his arm. "There's a silver stick next to the mattress. See it?"

I bent over. Sure enough, a 1/2-inch diameter metal baton with perforations on one end, like a microphone appeared. "Got it."

"Press the button on the end and rub it along your body."

"Why?"

"Just do it, for your own sake."

A small red light came on, confirming the stick was operational. There were faint ticks as I scanned my body. "What are you looking for?"

"Radiation."

I swallowed hard. "From what?"

"My device is powered by a plutonium ion battery. Sounds like there's been no leaks."

Shit! A nuclear powered clock was jumping me around? Good thing I didn't let it drop when - which one of my wives? - threw it at me. I pointed at the clock's image on the video monitor. "You made that thing?"

"Why, yes, right here. I'd lost track of it a number of years ago. But recently, I picked up its activity. I presume that was you. It took a while before I could generate enough power to divert it - and you - back home."

I scratched my head and then tried to arrange my hair without comb or mirror. "Which is where, exactly?"

"Now, now, I am not going to fall for any of your feeble ploys. You already know too much. What I need to decide is, after your debriefing, what I will do with you."

Doc's comment sounded ominous. Would this little scientist actually consider something fatal? Why, was he hiding something? What would be so valuable, anyway? "I don't know much. Less than you'd imagine. The clock just takes me places." I decided he didn't deserve any more information. Besides, he knew what the clock did.

"Places you reached via transmogrifications along a space/time fault."

I'd called them jumps. "Whatever. So now that you have it back, what are you going to do?" Bounce off somewhere and have first time sex with a young woman?

A door at the far end swung open, outside sunlight bursting in. The clack of shoes on the cement floor made Doc scurry in its direction. Maybe another visitor wasn't welcome. Although their voices echoed, I couldn't make out the words, only the emotion. They were arguing. The clacks got closer. Doc was shouting.

The visitor was a young woman. In the dimly lit building, her face was radiant, a natural glow I'd never witnessed. Who was this creature of desire? Doc's assistant? Maybe his daughter, given her casual clothes and dismissive behavior. She sported a blonde ponytail, with a cute face, mature breasts under a button down shirt and tight jeans that promised nicely shaped legs. 

She approached my cell. I wanted her to step up on the platform and put her face close enough to kiss but she stayed on the ground. "Hey. So who are you, and why does Daddy have you locked up?"

Doc answered before I could. "I didn't capture him. He transmogrified here. By himself." Doc coughed. "After I made some last minute adjustments to the temporal guidance system, overriding the self-programmed trajectory."

I should have jumped 'home' to some version of a marriage, hopefully Maggie, and perhaps daughter Felice as well. Doc was claiming he diverted me. "My name is Charlie, and you'll have to ask him why I'm locked up."

She turned to her father, hands on hips. "So what are you doing now? Resuming experiments? You promised me you'd stop."

Experiments? "Can somebody please tell me what's going on?"

"Dad's been experimenting with time travel for as long as I can remember." She put down her backpack. "At first, he'd send animals. Rabbits. My dog!" She glared at her father. "Then he sent Mama away!"

"Jazz is correct. Up until Louise left, I'd been testing the device, sending animals on round trips with a programmed auto-return feature." Doc's face got a bit red when he faced his daughter. "But I did not send your mother away! I told you, she stole the device-"

"I don't believe you. I heard the fights." The daughter crossed her arms.

It was a nosey question but the obvious one. "Was she dissatisfied with your sex life?"

"Sex?" they shouted in unison.

"Jazz, I think you should leave," said Doc.

"I will not! Charlie needs someone to protect him. From you." Jazz's face held my attention. I hung on her every word. "Besides, I know about sex. I'm past the age of consent, you know. I can have sex if I want." Jazz shot me a smile.

Maybe Doc was wrong. Maybe he hadn't coaxed me here with his machinery. Maybe the Cock Clock brought me here to deflower Jazz. There was no way Doc would let me anywhere close to his daughter. Hell, he wouldn't even tell me where we were.

"I don't want to hear you talking like that. All right, you can stay. But it's against my better judgment." Doc took one step closer to my cage. "My sex life is none of your business." He glanced at his daughter, who was listening intently. "All right, Charlie, let's exchange information. What kinds of things did you attempt to change on your transmogrification journeys? You were joking about sex, weren't you? You tried to prevent the Kennedy's assassination perhaps?"

His mention of that event cut down the possibilities for what year I'd jumped into. I had to be past November 1963. I'd talked to the old shopkeeper about that, immediately after the first time jump. But she explained that the device was limited in purpose. "The clock doesn't allow for that. The only thing it did was send me back to-" I looked at Jazz. "- to give young women their first sexual experience."

"You used the device to support a wanton sexual lifestyle?" Doc paced, waving his arms. "How could you? You pervert!"

I grasped the bars of my cage. "You don't understand. I didn't pick the destinations, the clock did. You just said self-programmed, right? Besides, these were women whose first experience had been traumatic. Rapes. Hurtful partners. I was making things better, preparing them for a fulfilling sex life." That had been my consistent rationalization.

Doc ran his hands from front to back on his head. "This is impossible. Yes, the device has pheromone sensing technology, but never in all of my years did I ever conceive!" Doc's head slumped as he continued muttering to himself. "I didn't believe it-" He took unpredictable steps, wandering around the room.

"Did Mom want the same thing?" Jazz followed her father's random path. "Tell me, Daddy! Is that why she left?"

Doc stopped wandering and rubbed his daughter's shoulder. "Your mother left a note. Evidently, she wanted to reunite with her high school boyfriend, to correct what she viewed as a mistake. I'm so sorry."

She leaned on her father's shoulder. "But she never came back." Doc's daughter's head hung. "Didn't she love me?"

"Of course she did, with all of her heart. As soon as I realized she was gone, I tried to track her, to retrieve her and the device. But the temporal tracking circuits weren't properly calibrated. By the time I corrected the error, I'd lost her."

"She might not be dead," I offered. As a time jumper, the device had never harmed me, although like Doc said, the calibrations for me were different. "Maybe she took up with her old boyfriend, or skipped off to some other timeframe."

"When she didn't return, I thought the device had malfunctioned or melted down in some other time period. Despite her note, I never considered the possibility that she would run away voluntary."

"She loved you, Daddy." Jazz's eyes were clear and blue and soul piercing. "I know she did."

"I checked old newspaper files, looking for reports of explosions and such. Nothing. Only recently did I get a series of active readings from the device. Someone was using it." He pointed a finger. "You, sir, were using the device. It took a while for me to get a strong-enough signal. But I did. Which is why you are here instead of with your target."

"I never thought of the women as targets." I hadn't even had sex with a younger version of my sister on my last jump. I left that to her father. Nope, I was just trying to get out of jail and back to real-time, whatever that was.

Jazz came closer to her father. "So Mama stole the device? Really? To hook up with an old boyfriend?"

"That is correct. I didn't select her as the first human test subject."

Jazz had claimed her father had experimenting jumping animals. Did he really send a rabbit back in time, to mate with a young bunny?

Jazz gripped her father's lab coat lapels. "If Charlie here could show up here, can't Mama?"

"I wouldn't know where to send the device, or if she'd use it to return."

I considered offering to use the clock to zero in on her and bring her back. "Could I fetch her?"

"The device won't transport two people. Besides, I'd be putting Louise in jeopardy, sending you after her. You'd probably try to seduce her, and who knows how that would affect, well, everything."

Jazz turned her attention to me, the purported sex fiend. "Do you really use the device for finding young sex partners?" asked Jazz.

I nodded.

Her eyes widened. "So tell me, what is sex like? Is it everything I've heard?" She approached my cage, eyes wide. A glow, an aura, surrounded her.

Something popped inside me. My heart felt all squishy and my stomach tightened. My perspiration increased. There was something unique about this young woman, something I couldn't ignore. I shook my head to regain my composure. That's when I noticed that the clock matched her glow.

She kept talking in a voice like a siren's song. "You know, like you feel like exploding and-"

"Jazz! Get away from him!" Doc compared a machine readout with something on a clipboard he'd snatched from his desk. 

I was nowhere close, probably twelve feet away. I rubbed my eyes. The aura dimmed around both Jazz and the clock. They were joined somehow. My heart returned to a normal pace. I noticed that my cage was sitting about a foot off the ground on a metal grated platform, with about two feet of walk-around space. I couldn't see what was underneath.

Doc was back at his daughter's side. "All right. I can see how you could have used the device for those purposes. And in some off-the-wall extreme perversion of logic, you might have considered yourself a hero for what you did. But you must have noticed the results. Changes in the world-"

"Damn right! I'd wake up in strange houses, sleeping with strange women-"

Doc slapped his forehead. "Again with the sex!"

"No, I mean married to different people. Sometimes other people had died-"

"You killed someone?" Jazz's face showed fear.

"No, not like that. A woman in my community was alive and then I jumped, and then when I came back, she'd previously passed away. I tried more jumps, to get her back-"

"But also to have sexual intercourse, right?" Jazz was hooked on the concept of me bouncing around in time, having sex. 

The more I looked at her, the more I was sure this visit was just like my others, except this time I was physically constrained. I nodded. "But some jumps made things worse." I sat down on the mattress. "Tell me, Doc, if the clock wasn't designed for time jumps to have sex, what are the hands shaped like, uh, male organs?" Suddenly I was shy about saying 'penis' in front of Jazz.

Doc glanced at the image of the clock on the monitor screen. "Ha! They are shaped like the antenna used to communicate to the device. Look up!"

Sure enough, mounted vertically near the ceiling every ten feet or so were large cylindrical penis-shaped antennas.

"Even someone as unsophisticated as you can appreciate how small changes can affect the space/time continuum. So you see how powerful the device is. And why you are just as dangerous." And with that, he walked away. "It's time for dinner. Come along, Jazz."

After they'd taken a few steps, just for grins I tried the door of my cell. It opened with a metallic squeal. Huh? I stepped out onto the metal ledge.

Doc looked over his shoulder. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. The platform is equipped with lasers. If the cage is empty, the lasers become operable."

"Maybe we should stay here and guard him. I'll order pizza." Jazz swayed in place, "Or I could watch him."

Doc shot her a glare.

"You're not going to starve your prisoner, are you? You want the usual?" Jazz's body swayed, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. She probably didn't know how sexy that was.

"Yes, but we must stop doing carryout. It isn't healthy."

Jazz looked perfectly healthy to me. "Can I have sausage and mushroom?" If they'd allow me a choice.

"Sure, I'll get you a medium for just you. Daddy and I don't eat meat." Jazz put out her hand, smiling at me, to show how she held the upper hand with her father. "Give me your credit card." What she needed was a good old-fashioned spanking, and I was just the prisoner to give it to her. But fat chance of that. Jazz strutted away, her young hips clicking side to side.

"You see? I am not a tormentor. I'm feeding you." Doc approached a computer console near the clock's casket. He typed and read, then typed and read some more. "The device is operating within normal parameters."

"Is it inside that casket thing?" I asked.

"Yes, for containment. Just in case." Doc pulled up a chair and crossed his legs. "So, maybe you'd be willing to share a little information. Like where you got my device."

I wasn't about to have a one-way exchange. "You keep calling it 'my device.' Doesn't it have a name?"

"I called it the 'World Changer.'"

"A bit presumptuous, but probably accurate, at least from my experiences. Where are we, and what year is it?"

Doc saw me staring at his desk, in particular at an upright paper calendar. He tilted it face down. "Information like that would empower you. Sorry, the less you know, the safer you are."

Jazz came back in view. "It'll be here in half an hour, maybe quicker." She pulled up a stool and sat, legs spread.

"Tell me about Louise," I said. "I may have met her, or her mother. How old was she when she left?"

"Twenty," Jazz said.

"Honey, Charlie here should not be provided any more information than he already has."

I pressed. "And she's been gone how long?"

Jazz did some quick math, eyes looking skyward. Her fingers twitched. "Sixteen years. Two years after I was born."

That made Jazz eighteen and legal. "Which would make Louise thirty-six in your time." I tried a trick. "And what year was she born?" With that piece of information, I could compute the current year. I only hoped it wasn't too obvious a ploy.

Jazz opened her mouth to answer but Doc plastered his hand over the opening. "Muhmhmuhm."

"Charlie is a sneaky man, a devious man, who used an infinitely powerful device to have his way with young women. You are more dangerous than I thought."

"All right. You win." Maybe if I fessed up, got this whole thing off my chest, Doc would see I wasn't a threat and let me go. "I got the device from a woman at an antiques shop. Maybe she was Louise or Louise's daughter. Time gets weird when you can jump. The first time I had intercourse - " I glanced at Jazz and stopped in mid sentence. 

"Go on. I'm a big girl. You can talk about sex in front of me. Can't he, Daddy?"

Doc was also uncomfortable, but Jazz had power over him. "Yes. I guess so."

A buzzer announced another visitor, probably the pizza guy. Maybe I could signal him? The door to the building was at the far end. The sun must have been setting because the open door let in less light.

Jazz returned with a large box and a smaller one. She put the big box on the metal desk and approached the cage. "Step back and I'll slip it in." I retreated from the cage door. When Jazz bent over to put the pizza box on the metal ledge, just before she pushed, I noticed that she'd unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. The little tease! 'Slip it in' my foot! My cock twitched. "Can I get something to drink?"

Doc, who was already chomping on a slice, waved me off. "Too much electronics under you. You could short out the systems with a simple spill."

Jazz had returned to a seat next to her father. "He wouldn't do that. Would you?"

The way she pursed her lips when she said 'wood' got me harder. "I don't want to electrocute myself, that's for sure."

"You'll manage." Doc wiped tomato sauce from his mouth. "So, you were describing your first experience?"

The box held no clues, just the name "Mario's Pizza" and a generic cartoon pizza boy carrying a flat box above his head. No address and certainly no date. I lifted a slice and took a small bite. They were expecting my story. "Yeah, the first time, I set the alarm, which the proprietor said I shouldn't do because it was broken."

"The alarm switch is time activator! She practically dared you to use the device. Then what?"

"I went to bed and woke up next to a young woman whose nightgown was - uh, pulled up. She was rubbing against me, and practically insisted that I rape her. Except she was asking me."

Jazz stopped taking nibbles. "Hardly a rape, if you ask me."

"I would not hold you responsible under such circumstances," said Doc.

Doc would let me fuck Jazz if she wanted it? Damn, did he know what he just said? "The young lady's father was not as understanding. He whacked me good with a baseball bat-"

"Giving you a head trauma that disrupted your brain transmissions. The emergency circuits in the device take that to indicate peril and transmogrifies the operator to a safe place."

"The shop keeper explained it different. In fact, she was the one who told me this was a device for time traveling to give young women good first sex. It wasn't my idea at all. And she wanted the clock back. Said she'd loaned it to me, not sold it. Which was rubbish, because I'd paid her for it, fair and square-"

"Hold on!" Doc scratched his head. "Louise and I once joked that the combination of pheromone detection, GPS and access to the world's databases could facilitate transmogrifications for sexual purposes."

"Daddy, sometimes I wish you'd speak English."

It felt good to share with someone about my experiences. Kind of like lifting a burden off my shoulders. "Yeah, except somehow having sex with Angie started a chain of changes-"

"Whoa!" Jazz nearly choked despite small bites. "Who's Angie?"

"The mother of one of my daughter's friends."

"You have a daughter? How old is she?"

"About your age." No reason to tell her I eventually did a short jump and fucked her too. "After years of marriage, my wife admitted that her first time was brutal, in an alley. I jumped back and tried to fix my wife's first time. And I succeeded, but in the process I changed things. When I jumped back, she was no longer my wife. Someone else was."

"And your daughter?" asked Doc.

"Gone, as if she'd never been born."




The Cock Clock Ch. 12



"How awful!" said Jazz.

"When I returned to real time - that's what I call it - I was married to a woman named Heather, a busty blonde." That just kind of slipped out, maybe because I was fantasizing about Jazz's tits. "And then, I decided I had to put things back, even though it meant letting my future wife get raped, but I must have screwed things up because I got my wife back but lost my daughter, like she never existed."

"You see how dangerous you are? Bouncing around, changing things! Who know the kind of ripple effects you caused?" Doc waved his arms. "Wars? Plagues? Now you see why I've incarcerated you."

I wondered if Mary Louise aka Dutchie and the shopkeeper were related to Louise, Doc's wife. After all, how did the shopkeeper get the clock in the first place?

Jazz shot me a coy expression. "Did you also have sex with young women in 'real time'?"

"Jazz! Please!" Her father didn't like the trajectory of his daughter's thinking.

"It's a fair question. I could only have sex in jump time. The clock prevented me from having it in real-time, if that makes any sense."

"Hmm." Doc stroked his chin. "There are limitation circuits that prevent harm during transmogrification. Maybe the clock thought that sex in real time was harmful and affected your physiology. There are controls I built in-"

"Well, they worked, at least twice. Stopped me in my tracks from having sex with two different daughters. Not my real daughters, just daughters at that moment."

"It can be confusing to talk about time travel, so living it, well, that must have been much worse. So you were prevented from performing incest? This is not a bad thing, hmm? The device samples people in your vicinity, identifying them as family. Did you have trouble having sex with your wives?"

"No."

"Precisely, because they weren't blood relatives. But those two daughters, well, they were a genetic match. At least, as far as the device was concerned."

I glanced over at the monitor. The clock sat there, innocent but also locked up. "How does that small thing do all of that processing?"

Doc smiled. "Oh, it doesn't. It sends data here-" - his arm swept a wide arc - "-and these computers do all of the work. Your descriptions match almost precisely the readings in this laboratory. I knew every time that the device was activated, and the health of the individual being transmogrified. I worried every time your blood pressure went sky high, but now I know it was your participation is sexual activity. Many times, documented by my log files."

"How many times did you jump and have sex?" asked Jazz.

I felt my face flush. "I lost track. Time jumping is very confusing."

"Especially with the temporal consequences you were generating. Losing wives. Losing a daughter." Doc glanced at Jazz and shook his head.

There was more to my story. Fucking my real daughter Felice's best friend, and then Felice herself. Oh yes, and Janie, the waitress who thought I'd leave Maggie and marry her. Deluded young woman! But Doc had more than enough of my confessing. "So, you got what you wanted: my sad story. Now what are you going to do? It sounds like you've already got a lot of data from your computers. You probably know where I was and when I was there."

"You've been very cooperative. Really, more than what I expected given your current circumstance. But I'm afraid I still can't let you go. You're still a dangerous man, with the knowledge you've gained-"

"I'm really not smarter. And I wouldn't say a thing if you send me back."

"I can't do that. I'm sorry. Come along, Jazz, we should let Charlie get some rest. Remember, no wandering outside the cage. The results would be fatal."

"Yeah. Sure." 

Jazz glanced back at me a couple of times as they made their way out of the building. There was no burst of sunlight when they opened the squeaky door. It was night, time for sleep. I mused how I could get hold of the clock and leap out of Doc's confinement, but the timepiece was sealed up in that metal casket. The lasers were no idle threat, if I read Doc accurately. So I curled up on the mattress and tried to sleep.

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A clatter woke me. I didn't know how much time had passed. "Who's there?" Like I could do anything, all caged up. "I said, who goes there?"

Lights above the cage flickered on. Jazz stepped out of the shadows in a trench coat that covered her from neck to shin. I rubbed my eyes. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"I had to see you. I want you to tell me about sex."

"I already told you and your father most of what happened. There a few more details, but they don't really matter."

"I don't mean what you did. I mean, how does it feel?"

My hormones started to percolate. This was impossible! My captor's daughter wanted a sex lesson? Too bad I was caged up. No possibility of coupling. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Is it as good as I've heard?"

"I would have expected an attractive young lady like you to have some personal experiences with a boyfriend."

"When would I get the chance? Daddy home schooled me through high school, and I only just started community college. I work at a nearby diner, in the kitchen, cooking." Maybe that's why she didn't want to make dinner last night. She was tired of slaving over a hot stove. "With homework and all, there's no time for socializing. And we don't exactly live in a traditional neighborhood."

Maybe Jazz would be more forthcoming. "Where are we?"

"I can't give you any details, Daddy would kill me." Her eyes looked up and around, as if surveying the structure. "I guess I can tell you some general stuff. This building is in an industrial park, not far from the airport. We live across the street in an apartment over a two-car garage. There aren't any neighbors. Not even a backyard to speak of, unless you consider a train yard a backyard."

So there was both rail and air transportation close by. That would solve the distance problem but the time issue remained. Besides, the clock was out of reach, locked away.

"The boys at school, they look at me funny. Are they flirting? Tell me, from your perspective, am I attractive? I mean, you really haven't seen me."

"I've seen your face, and a bit of your figure. Your jeans were pretty tight, so I think I know what your legs look like." Talking to her about her body was getting me excited. Too bad I'd be left with a case of blue balls.

"I don't think Daddy sucked you back here. I think you jumped here to take care of me." Jazz snapped open the trench coat and pulled it open. She wore a purple sleeveless shift with thin shoulder straps. The scoop collar exposed her upper chest every time she leaned forward while the length flirted with her upper thighs. "This was my Mother's sexy nightgown. It's a little too big on me. She pulled at the straps. The material glided over her body, caressing two obviously bare breasts. Who knew, maybe she was completely naked under the gown. "So what did your young women tell you, about how it felt I mean?"

"Some of my female companions tried to describe sex, but they were distracted." I tried a tease. "Maybe you'll just have to try it yourself." Had I just offered to fuck her?

"So do I get you hot? I mean, horny?"

"If you mean excited, yes, you do. Especially in that nightgown."

Her hands rubbed the material up and down, across and in circles. "This? Why?" One strap slid off her shoulder. The material sagged to her upper arm, almost exposing a hard-tipped breast.

"Because you're playing peek-a-boo with your body."

She intentionally pulled the other strap down, the material just above her tits. "Like this?"

"Oh yes!"

She stopped dragging the material around. "Prove it. Take off your clothes."

Huh? "Why would I do that?"

"So I can see a naked man with an erection. If you really have one."

I wanted to show her the effect she was having. "All right." I pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. "You sure about this?

"Yes." She pulled the straps up and caressed her tits through the material. "Go on."

I shucked my pants off and slid down my jockeys. I felt like a monkey on display at the zoo: a naked monkey, a horny monkey! "There. Satisfied?"

"Oh wow! I did that?" She slid the material up her flat belly, giving me a glimpse at her panties.

My cock twitched. "I told you I found you attractive."

"So if you could, would you make love to me?" She slid the nightgown low enough to expose one perfect breast and a perky nipple.

I nodded, touching my cock. I wanted to rub it, pull it, but I restrained myself.

"Really? You're not lying?" She pulled the gown up but continued to massage her tits through the fabric. With each circular motion, the hem danced higher, her panties exposed.

I grabbed the bars. My cock banged against the cold metal. "I am so horny right now, I can't stand it." I'd blurted out a raw truth. "I want you."

She kept shifting her weight from foot to foot, hips flicking back and forth. "Do you like my silky nighty? How did the others dress? Did they dance for you?"

My heart was pounding in my chest. "What do you mean?"

"Did they just throw off their clothes and jump on you? Or did you seduce them? Whisper nasty words in their ear? Come on, Charlie, I want the details." The glow returned, faint but increasing in intensity. "Would you do those things to me?"

"I can't." My voice was a whine.

"Because I'm not pretty enough?" One hand on a breast, the other cupping her pussy.

"Oh no, not that at all. But I'm locked up here, and the lasers-"

"But what if - what if you could? Would you?"

Was she offering to let me out? Did I have a chance of escaping if I flattered her? Except everything I'd confessed had been true. I'd repay her kindness with sex, wouldn't I? I'd had sex with other young women on time jumps, but maybe not this young. The sexual fury in my body was undeniable. "Yes, yes I would. I hunger for you."

She smiled. "Goodie! Then I'm coming in." She rummaged through the pockets of her trench coat.

"Wait a second. What about the lasers?"

"They're only triggered when there's no one in the cage. There'll be two of us."

Damn! I never figured that angle. I needed to confirm her age. "And how old are you?"

She stood proudly, shoulder back, chest thrust forward. God, those nipples! "Just turned eighteen." She stepped towards the cage. 

"Hold on. Before you come in, see that calendar?"

She nodded.

"Turn it over and read me the year."

She picked it up. "1996. Why?"

I'd jumped. Sixteen years in the past. Maggie and I were married and Felice was two or three. "Thanks."

She smiled. "What was that for?" 

"Just curious."

She bounced towards the metal raised platform and up the steps, something in her hand. "Get back."

I followed her direction, my calves against the bed frame. She swung the door open. I contemplated the choice of bolting past her or staying and having sex. With her back to me, I saw her put a combination lock on the door, trapping us both. "So you can't run away. And only I know the combination. Just in case you were thinking of knocking me out and escaping."

I hadn't thought of that, but I should have. Maybe I'd knock her up instead. "I'd never hurt you."

She stepped closer. "Did you kiss the others? Do you want to kiss-"

I moved in and sampled her lips. They were sweet, like she'd just sucked a Tootsie Roll Pop. Cherry-flavored. "Why do you want this?"

"Because I can't get no satisfaction."

A nice Rolling Stones reference. Did she like classic rock and roll? "Do you ever try to give yourself pleasure?"

She nodded.

"Show me."

Her face showed that she was puzzled, like maybe why I hadn't ripped off her gown and plunged in. I was still wary, like this was some kind of trick.

Jazz sat on the mattress and spread legs. "Do you want me to touch myself?" She was already rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Uh huh. I want to see if you're doing it right. That's good, do it."

She laid back, one hand on her cunt, one fondling her breast. The aura returned, dim but getting brighter. "I only get - get - get so far-"

"Slide your fingers inside the panties. Make direct contact."

Her hips jumped off the mattress. "Oh!" The aura jumped in brightness. 

Out of the corner of my eye, the clock was glowing at the same intensity. Yep, Jazz and the clock were linked somehow. Maybe an orgasm would free the clock from its casket. "That's right. Rub your fingers around. Keep going."

"Oh God! I'm gooey. Should I put a finger in?"

"Yes. Just one." I didn't want her to stretch herself and ruin our mutual pleasure.

"Oh God! Oh God! This is awesome." Her whole body glowed.

Her hand pushed her panties out, giving me sneak peaks at her pussy. "Just wait until you feel a penis."

She smiled. "Any old penis, or yours?"

I slipped off her panties, damp at the crotch. She pulled back her hand. My face dove for her moist treasure. Her labia were lit up like runway lights, my tongue coming in for a landing. She pressed my head against her crotch. "Oh yes! Lick me. That feels really gooooood."

I lifted my head. "Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah! Do it!"

I knelt down and leaned forward, my cock touching her labia. "Are you sure?" Previously, I knew that I was correcting a bad first time. Here, I had no clue.

"Don't tease me. Put it in."

She was quite tight despite her preparation. The head was nestled between her flat labia. With just a bit of lean, I was inside, but just barely.

The aura vanished like a burnt out light bulb. "Take it out." 

"Huh?" I wasn't really in, and she was done?

"I said, no." Jazz's face was serious.

I stood up. "What's the matter?"

"I don't want to be just another one of your conquests." She stood up. The silky gown fell, covering her ass and lower asset.

My cock was hard and needy. I wasn't below begging. "But you're not. You're special."

"I bet you told all of them that. And what if this is my bad first time, huh? Maybe we don't do it right." She walked to the cage door and worked the combination lock.

I stood behind her, absentmindedly poking at her ass with my throbbing cock. "You came to me, remember? You wanted to know how sex felt. Was anything I did so far feel bad?" I slid the silk up over her bare ass and pressed my cock against her.

She bent closer to the lock. "Quit bothering me. I can barely see the numbers."

I slid my cock in between her bare thighs. "You said you wanted to know what sex felt like. How does this feel?"

"Stop it." She tried to elbow me but I was out of range.

"You are all anxious and enthusiastic a minute ago. What changed?"

She turned to face me. "You want to know? Okay. I want my first time to be with someone who loves me."

I took her face in my hands. Our eyes locked and I shared my soul with a look. "I love you." It took a few seconds but the aura blossomed, bathing her in a shimmering contour of light. Was this hormones or an indication of emotion? And why did I say that to her? Was it true or just a convenient lie?

Humming machinery held back complete silence.

"I believe you. I love you too." Jazz delivered the deepest, most passionate kiss I'd every felt. And I returned it in kind. "Lay down. I want to be on top."

I went prone on the mattress, cock at attention. 

Jazz mounted me. "Is this how it was with them? They were tight, right, for their first time?"

I pushed forward a bit. No blockage. "Yes, just like you. Maybe not as pretty."

Jazz smiled. "You're really smooth, Charlie. And I know why young women sleep with you."

"Why is that?"

"Because you make them feel special. Like they're someone to be admired, cared for, treated with respect."

Maybe that was the attraction. I thought it was pheromones combined with the persuasion by the clock. And maybe because I always caught them in a horny condition. "Thanks."

"I'm going to go slow, okay?"

"Whatever you want." It was torture, as she slid in slow motion taking my prick ever deeper. 

"It feels good, like I'm getting stuffed."

I'd heard that one before. The gown was still covering her body.

"I'm getting hot." I watched her pull the silky cover from her body. Two lovely tits popped into view. Her breasts rode high on her chest, rounded mounds with no sag. Finally, I saw my cock inside her pussy, about half my length just below her flat belly. She tilted her pelvis, rocking forward and back. "You were right. You were sent here to make my first sex awesome."

There was that word again - 'awesome.' Didn't that become part of the language more recently than 1996? I reached for her thin waist.

"No, let me handle this."

"Okay." I put my idle hands on her tits, lightly, fingertips dancing around the sides, flicking her hardening nipples.

"Wow, you know just what turns me on." She was breathing hard, a pink tint to her literally radiant face. 

The clock glowed bright. Jazz's aura matched the intensity. I guided her face closer as she humped. Kissing her completed a circuit. Power flowed from her lips down my spinal cord and into my crotch, energizing my scrotum and my hips. I lifted my ass to meet her in mid air.

"Oh God! We're really making love. The real thing!" She put my hands on her ass. "Just hold my cheeks. When I say now, pull me down."

She wanted to take the rest of my cock in one lunge. "Okay, ready when you are." I cupped her buttocks gently, waiting for my cue.

"Not yet." She undulated her hips, humping. "Not yet." More humping. "Almost." She was breathing hard, her tits rising and falling. My cock was gleeful at the forthcoming mutual reward.

"Now! Take me now! I want you, right now."

I pulled her hips forward, forcing myself deep into her tight pussy. 

"So hard. So big. So deep."

I guided her hips up and down, drilling deep into uncharted territory. Jazz's vagina was filled to the full length with each stroke. "Do you feel it?"

"Oh wow! Oh wow!"

Maybe Jazz was getting her first vaginal orgasm, but I wasn't ready. Pumping my hips into the air was less than satisfying and exhausting. "I want to change positions."

"Okay. Where should I be?"

"Lay down, like you were before."

Jazz complied, legs spread. It was much easier this time. I prodded and poked, over and over. Jazz moaned, breathing heavily. Just maybe I could get her off a second time when I got my climax. After what felt like a lot of thrusts, my cock was about to explode. I leaned forward to kiss her one more time. The surge of power jolted my hips forward as sperm blasted from my cock. I collapsed onto her chest, hard nipples poking me. I rolled off to the side. She nestled her head in the crook of my shoulder. Was I a crook, stealing her virginity? Good thing this would just be a dream to Jazz tomorrow. The monitor had gone black. Had the clock overtaxed itself? Maybe it had melted down, like Doc implied it could. If so, how would I ever get back to Maggie and Felice? My cock was gradually shrinking.

"Wow! I'm sure glad I waited for my true love." It sounded like a line from The Princess Bride.

"Uh, yeah. It was great for me too."

Jazz rubbed her naked body against mine, one of my arms holding her close. "Awesome!"

That word again. "Yes, you certainly are." I kissed her, lightly.

"You have a real talent, Charlie. You know how to make a woman feel really good about herself. Those other women were lucky to have you come to their rescue. And thank you for rescuing me."

From virginity? "You're very welcome. I wish I knew what bad sexual event we just fixed."

"It doesn't matter. You made it right." I got a warm kiss for my efforts, as the aura faded and we laid in darkness. "I'll insist Daddy let you out, and he will when I tell him you're staying with us. We'll get married. You can be my tutor."

"You'd want sex lessons all day."