The Cock Clock Chapter Four

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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."

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.

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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