The Cock Clock Chapter 12

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Thanks to Scalia for insightful edits.


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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, ChicagoÕs First Lady.  Their
sign read "A must for out-of-towners and Chicagoans alike. CAF certified
volunteer tour guidesâcalled docentsâinterpret more than 50 buildings
along the Chicago River, revealing how the city grew from a small
back-country outpost into one of the worldÕs 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-in-law,
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-in-law 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.

---

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 in law 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?"

"Eighteen," 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.  Just after I was born."

"Which would make her thirty-four 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."

"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.

---

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 schools me, and 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.  "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.

"So 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 silk
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.  Second thoughts about her age hit me
like a brick.  "How old are you?"

She stood proudly, shoulder back, chest thrust forward.  God, those
nipples!  "Sixteen."

"Damn it!"  She was under-aged.

"What's wrong?  Sixteen is legal in Nevada."

At least I knew where I was, still in the US.  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.  "2000.  Why?"

I'd jumped.  Eleven years in the past.  Maggie and I were married and
Felice was six or seven.  "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 pretty 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 take over as my home schooling teacher."

"You'd want sex lessons all day."

"I'd be a great student."

"I doubt your father will approve.  Besides, you'll be going off to
college."

"Maybe.  But you can come with.  We'll get an apartment off-campus.  And
after I graduate, we can start a family.  With a lot of practice, I
hope."

"You just blew through four years like they were nothing."

"Funny thing for a time traveler to say.  But you'll have to promise to
stay put.  No jumping off to be with other women."

It was a tempting proposition.  Jazz was smart and beautiful and sexy. 
And for some strange reason, I knew deep in my heart that she was my
soul mate, the woman I was destined to spend my life with.  But Maggie
and Felice were waiting for me, at home in real time.  They needed me
too.  And I needed to be reunited with my family.  The Cock Clock was
the only means at my disposal, and it was off limits.  I just needed to
break it out and have a head trauma, which wouldn't be difficult in a
room full of hard surfaces.  "That's not how it works, darling."  I
smoothed a few stray hairs on her head, and then let my hand slip down
along her face, and jaw, finally holding her chin in my fingers.  "I'll
bang my head against something hard, and tomorrow morning, this will all
be a dream.  A pleasant one, but a dream nonetheless."

"Noooo."  She hugged me close.

I felt a twinge.  Was I getting an erection?  So soon?  There was the
issue of the clock, prisoner in its metal casket.  Could I jump with the
clock locked up like that?  I didn't even know if it still worked.

"You said you loved me."

"And I do.  But there are too many issues.  Our age difference, the
changes to the timeline, things way past my level of understanding. 
Maybe even past your father's."

Jazz's eyes drooped.  She nodded.  "I forgot.  You're already married
with a kid just about my age.  But if you're not going to make us legal,
then you'd better get your ass out of here."  Then you'd better get the
hell away from here right now.  Like immediately.  Get dressed!"

"Why?"

"Because Daddy has this place under video surveillance, and when he
checks the video from last night, he's going to be really pissed."

Shit!  How could this be a dream if it was on tape?  "Despite his
comment last night, about letting you have sex?"

"He never said that.  He's a father.  You should understand.  He
protects me, the best he can.  Nope, he's not going to like what we did,
even if I wanted it.  No matter how bad I wanted it."  Jazz gave me
another passionate kiss.  "I think I love you, but you have to go."

"What about the clock?"

"Oh, Daddy will never let you have it.  Bad enough you took my
virginity.  Wait a sec."  She stood up and undid the combination lock,
naked ass twitching.  The sight got my cock hard.  Damn her!  "Wait
here."

She retuned carrying a crate with some small animals inside.  "Just a
few more.  Get dressed or I might be tempted to rape you."

She brought three crates, each holding fat bunny rabbits.  "Get
dressed."

I put my clothes back on.

She returned with two more.  "That should be enough"  She extend her
hand.  "Come on."

"Are you sure-"

She dragged me out of the cell and down the metal steps.  No lasers
fired.  Smart girl!  "I have to pee real bad."

"Use that bathroom."  She pointed to a door along the wall with a modern
smart phone she'd pulled from her trench coat pocket.

In the privacy of the bathroom, urine blasted from my prick.  I had to
convince Jazz to help me break the clock out of its coffin so I could
jump back home.  Her father would be happy to supply the head trauma.  I
washed and dried my hands.

Jazz was tapping away at her phone's screen.  Fingering a touch screen. 
Smart phones like that were only around for about seven years.  This
didn't match up with the desk calendar.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm buying you a refundable airline ticket.  What's your last name?"

"Norris.  That'll get me to the right geography, but not the right year.
 What if I run into a 2000 version of me, walking around?"

"What are you talking about?  This is 2011."

"But you said the date was 2000."

"You asked me to read the year on Daddy's desk calendar.  It's like a
memorial to her.  He never replaced it after Mom disappeared.  January
first, 2000, the millennium."

"Wait, so this is my real time?  I can just fly back to-"

"Shhh.  I don't want to know your destination.  Go to the airport, to
the Southwest counter.  They'll have an open ticket in your name.  Just
vanish.  That's the only thing that will save you from Daddy."

"But won't he take his anger out on you?  I don't want to see you hurt."

"See, that's why I know I'm in love.  Because of how you treat me, how
you feel about me.  This is the hardest thing I've ever done."  She
grabbed a sealed vial from a tray and scooped up some of my semen,
dripping down the inside of her thigh.  "I'm going to keep this."

"As a souvenir?"  Then it hit me.  I'd strayed in my marriage in real
time, current time.  How could I face my wife Maggie?  I'll always know
I cheated.  I hung my head.

Jazz lifted my chin.  "Don't be sad about leaving me.  I'll keep your
DNA sample so that I can use Daddy's device to find you some day.  So we
can be together.  Now isn't the right time.  But the good news is, the
clock doesn't care about time or distance."  She delivered another kiss.
 It curled my toes.  God help me, I wanted her, a barely legal teen, my
soul mate?

"Now scoot, before Daddy wakes up and checks the tapes.  Like I'm sure
the little fusspot will do over breakfast."

"I'll never forget you."  I gave her a kiss that was intended to rock
her world.

"Bastard!  You've got me horny again!  Go!"

I ran through the hanger and out into the morning light.  The landscape
was dotted with low-rise beige and tan buildings, a string of electrical
towers along an interstate.  Across the street was Doc and Jazz's
apartment, just as she'd described.  I thought for a moment about going
back in, scooping up her up in my arms, and carrying her to their
apartment, announcing that Jazz and I were going to be married.  Asking
for his approval?

Maggie and Felice's faces spun in front of me.  I ran down the block,
looking for a taxi that could take me to the airline terminal.  It would
be strange, tied to a single time line and a single sexual companion.  I
smiled at the thought of all the young women I'd helped.  Life would be
simpler, but nowhere near as enjoyable.  And although the hands of Doc's
device were modeled after his antennas, I'd always think it as the Cock
Clock. 


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###  An Original H M Tale  ###



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