The Cock Clock Chapter Six

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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.

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?Ó

"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.

--

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 mustered, "what's cooking?"



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