Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. WARNING:The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, andcontains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, orreading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of asexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainmentonly. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imaginationand have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone orencourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirelyfictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over theage of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profitwithout the written permission of the author. This story may be freelydistributed with this notice attached.* * * * * * * * * *The odor of urine was in my nose if not on my pajamas. I hadn't beenwearing PJs when young Heather pissed during our sexual encounter, so itmust have been mental.I'd walked straight from the bedroom to the kitchen in this unfamiliarhouse. I'd been unable to locate any mail or document that would haveidentified me or the woman in the matching bathrobe. My stomach gurgledin response to the smells from the sizzling skillets and boiling pots onthe stove: potatoes and onions; eggs with peppers? I salivated. "Hi,dear," I mustered, "what's cooking?""Did you have a nice nap?" Her face didn't give anything away. And herrobe, matching mine, hid the secrets of her body.Nap? So it wasn't morning but she was cooking a breakfast-style meal? "Iguess so."She stirred one of the skillets. My nose hadn't deceived me: friedpotatoes and onions, and just about done. "Did you talk to her thismorning?"I didn't know who 'her' was. Given the pattern of these time jaunts,'her' was probably a daughter, whose name I didn't know. "Uh."She used a spatula like Zorro used his sword. "Charlie, we talked aboutthis last night. You promised." The round egg shield flipped in the airand landed perfectly.At least my name was still Charlie."She'll be home from work soon." She scooped potatoes and onions intothe omelets shell, sprinkled it with shredded yellow cheese and foldedit shut. "I'll go out and leave you two alone. But really, she has tolearn discipline.""Of course." Who was I to argue with a master chef, or whatever she was.Pretend wife slid the perfect omelets onto a waiting plate. "I put thejelly out." Along side, she dropped three slices of already preparedbacon and a piece of toast. "Spending her paycheck at work is a badbehavior and we need to break her of it now. What did Deputy Fife usedto say in Mayberry? Oh, yes. 'Nip it in the bud.'"I took the plate from her and sat at the table. Three kinds of jellyawaited: strawberry, raspberry and apricot. I took one bite of theomelets and considered staying with this nameless woman, eating myselfsilly until the end of my days. So our daughter spent her paycheck atwork, hmm? Pretend wife was right, that wouldn't serve her well in thelong run. And I could have a rational conversation on that topic withoutsex. Success seemed assured. "Uh, okay dear.""Don't dear me, just fix it. She looks up to you. Daddy's girl. Justthis once, use that leverage."I kept eating, worried that this was a dream and the plate would vanish.In no time flat, I joined the Clean Plate Club. I washed the dish andput it in the dishwasher spotless. No reason to make this wonderful wifeand mother angry. I wondered when our next meal was, and whatpalat-pleasing fare awaited me.I wandered through the house, looking for clues about my currentidentity. My pretend wife was dusting in the living room. "Do you knowwhat you're going to say? You'd better be prepared, or she'll twist youaround her little finger like she always does."So I was a pushover, huh? Not this time. Financial responsibility was animportant skill, and I wasn't going to let whatever-her-name-was goastray. I stuck my head in her room. A girly place, all pink and frilly.Carved wood letters in an arch above her mirror gave me one answer - hername - Nicole."She's here," my pretend wife hollered.I walked the hall back to the living room, which was now dust free. Thefront door opened and Nicole walked in, her arms loaded with bags fromVanessa's Secret. Damn, that was the store I'd taken Sissy to, back whenI was pretend married to Heather. "Hey, I've got both of you here.Terrific. I've got big news!"She dropped the bags, ran a over, and gave me a big hug. Her body wasfit and trim, and too good in my arms. So I'd have to talk to Nicoleabout not spending her money at Vanessa's Secret? This was going to bemore difficult than I thought. I'd hoped for an electronics store, ashoe store, anything but Vanessa's Secret."You spent your check again, didn't you?" My pretend wife snorted andstomped up the hall. The sound of her slamming our bedroom door shookthe painting above the piano.Nicole was still in my arms. Why hadn't I let go? Because holding herfelt too good. I dropped my arms and took a step back. "What's thenews?"She smiled. "I'm up for a promotion! Can you believe it? I just startedthere and -"Pretend wife reappeared, all dressed. Not a bad body either, just a bitworse for wear. I tried to image pretend wife in bed naked, but all mymind could conjure was images of the food she'd prepare, sumptuous andcalorie-laden. "I'm going out. And not shopping!" She stormed out thefront door. Evidently she released anger by slamming doors."What's with Mom?""We have to talk." I said as I reached for Nicole's hand. I wanted aphysical connection."Okay, we can talk while I model." She took her hand from mine."Huh?""I want to show to show you my latest purchases." She picked up the pinkshopping bags. "Come on, you know you like my fashion shows."We'd done that before, Nicole posing in lingerie for her father? Maybeher real father, but this would be my initiation. I followed her swayingass down the hall. When I passed through her doorway, she put up a hand."No, Dad, not here. Wait in your bedroom and I'll come to you." Sheflashed that smile again, and synapses went off in my brain. Where had Iseen that smile before?I went into my bedroom and sat on the mattress. This chat was not goingto go well. I could just feel it. 'I'll come to you'? As long as itwasn't 'You'll cum in me'. This was no flash back to save Nicole from abad first experience. Or was there? Was time so jumbled for me? I hadn'tinitiated Joy under similar circumstances, although I'd been preparedto, until Sissy interrupted.Nicole called from the hallway, "Are you ready?""Yes," I lied: I wasn't prepared at all.Nicole waltzed in. The negligee was a thin veil over matching bra andpanties. The bra pushed Nicole's breasts up, making her modest chestlook big. The panties were just whips of translucent cloth. "What do youthink?""You're gorgeous." It was a truth that should have stayed hidden, butnow both her body and my feelings were exposed. "But we still have totalk about your spending habits."She knelt on the floor in front of me. "Okay, what about them?""Your mother and I are worried that you don't respect the value ofmoney. This outfit is beautiful, no doubt about that. It makes you look- well - it makes you look -""Sexy? Desirable?"I had the best seat in the house to view Nicole's breasts, from above.She pressed her upper arms tight and her cleavage almost made me leanforward. "Yes, all of those things.""That's why I buy these outfits. To please you. And I do, don't I?" Herlips formed a perfect pout. A pout that was prepared to become a kiss.And if I went there, then the game would be over. I'd be throwing off myrobe and pajamas, and all caution to the wind. I took a deep breath."You don't need to spend your money to make me happy. I'm happy withyou, just the way you are.""So you don't like this outfit?" She stood and pirouetted.The back of the panties was a thin strip, exposing her ass, round andfull. "I like it very much.""Not it. Me? Don't you like me in this?"I didn't understand the implication or intention. Hadn't I been clear?She had to stop these purchases. "No.""Then I should take it off and return it.""Returning it is good, but wouldn't it be best if you didn't buy-"The negligee slipped from her shoulders and hit the floor. So did myjaw. She reached behind her back with both hands, pushing her chest out.The bra popped open, sliding forward, releasing her tits. She reachedfor the sides of her panties.My cock was throbbing. I wasn't supposed to do this, was I? Have sexwith Nicole? Wasn't I supposed to wait until she had bad first sex andthen come back and make it better? "Shouldn't you change in your room?""I want you to see my body. Boys seem to think I have a nice body. Theycompliment me all of the time. About my nice tits." She held them up forinspection. "And my legs." She lifted one off the ground and put it onthe bed next to me. I followed her hands, which stroked her limb fromankle past the knee and up her thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off hercrotch, her pussy playing peek-a-boo through the lacy fabric.Nicole let me take a long look before she put her foot back on thefloor. "And even my booty." She turned around, giving me a close-up viewof her exposed ass. Her pussy a lace-covered bulge just below two roundglobes."They're right, of course. You have a beautiful body, no matter what youwear. So you don't have to spend all of your money to show off for me.""Then how do I get your attention? I just want you to love me.""I do love you, sweetheart.""No, Dad. I mean love me. Make love to me. I want you so bad." She wasback on the floor, with her hands on my knees, looking up at me withneedy eyes.My pretend daughter was asking for me to be her lover: probably herfirst. Why did I need to make her suffer through a bad experience when Icould make it right for her now? One less time trip. "And you'll stopblowing your paycheck on this stuff?""Oh yes. I'll blow you instead." She pulled my robe open and pulled mycock from my pajama pants. "It's so much bigger up close."She'd seen it before, from a distance? Her lips kissed cock. It lurchedagainst the moist flesh. "Oh Daddy, you're so big. How will it ever fitin a small pussy like this?" She leaned back and spread her legs, andpulled back the outer flesh.If my pretend wife's daughter kept her promise, a roll in the sack wouldsolve the problem. And I couldn't turn down this opportunity. Hell, itwas probably the reason the clock had sent me here. To give this youngwoman her first sexual experience. And no one can refuse the clock.She pulled me to the floor and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down herlabia. "I've waited so long for this. You have no idea." Just as Ipushed my hips closer, the phone rang. Nicole moved out from under me."I have to take this." My cock rubbed across her belly and a breast asshe slid past.I heard only her half of the conversation. "Hello?" "Yes." "I do? That'sterrific." "All right. Yes. Fine." "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!"Nicole put down the phone. "I got it!" She hugged me, her naked bodysmooth and warm and formerly willing. "I got the promotion. I'mVanessa's Secret's newest senior sales clerk."I kissed her cheek. "I'm very proud of you." I let myself kiss her onthe lips. Hell, I'd been prepared to fuck her. A kiss was no big deal.She returned the passion through her lips, pressing her body againstmine. If she hadn't been juiced up before, this news had pushed herover. Not that she was a pushover, but she'd been very willing from thestart. 'Senior sales clerk' echoed in my mind. And then I knew where I'dseen that smile. The clerk who'd allowed me and Sissy to play around inthe dressing room! No wonder she looked at me that way. Or had it beenmy imagination?I shrugged off my robe, unbuttoned my top. My PJ pants were already atmy ankles so I stepped out of them. We were both completely naked andready for her first time. She scooted back on the bed. I climbed overher, hovering. I kissed her lips again. She tried to pull me down but Ihadn't explored her body enough. I tested each nipple with my lips. Shearched her back in response. I slid lower and kissed her navel, thenslid my tongue lower until it reached her labia. This time, I pulled herpussy open and sampled her with my mouth."Dad! Oh Dad! Don't tease me like this! I'm ready. Pleeeeese!"I scrambled up between her spread thighs. The silver clock on thenightstand was not pleased. I could tell by the look on its face. Butwhat difference did it make, if she got her first sexual experience fromme now, or later after someone had botched the job? She took my cock inhand and put it in position. That's when my digestion grabbed myundivided attention. I had a bad cramp, one that wouldn't wait. I boltedfor the bathroom. I sat on the toilet not a moment too soon. It feltlike I was emptying my entire body into the toilet."Dad? Dad? Are you okay?""Yes, dear. I'm sorry. It came on so sudden."The force had been so strong; I hadn't had to squeeze even once. Icleaned myself, flushed, and washed up. My cock had softened. When Icame out, Nicole was on the bed, sitting cross-legged, in my bathrobe,no skin exposed. My pretend wife stood next to the bed, arms folded."Hi, honey.""Honey my ass. What were you two doing?""We talked, just like you wanted. And Nicole promised not to buylingerie any more.""And what was she going to get in return, hmm? That?" She pointed at myprick.I hadn't bothered to cover up. "Oh, that? Well, you see -" How could Iexplain my mission, to make young women's first experiences pleasurableto a woman whose name I still didn't know? "- I wanted Nicole's firsttime to be a good one.""First time?" Nicole laughed. "You thought you were taking myvirginity?" She laughed so hard she fell over. The robe separated,exposing her pussy. My cock started to get harder."Charlie, look at yourself. Getting an erection thinking about yourdaughter's sexual behavior! And you, missy, are you using protection?We're going to the doctor right now, to get you fitted forcontraceptives and tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Go getdressed."Nicole bounced from the room, still in my bathrobe. My pretend wifefollowed, but then stopped in the doorway. "And if you think you'll beable to have sex with our daughter after she's safe, you have anotherthing coming."I sat on the bed while they chatted in the distance. I heard the frontdoor slam and the sound of a car pulling away from the curb, layingrubber.I had to go. I certainly couldn't stay in this relationship, not withpretend wife pissed and a laughing stock to Nicole.I yearned for my real wife Maggie and my real daughter Felice. The eventthat messed up my own history was when I chose to save Maggie thehumiliation of getting raped by Roger. There was only one way to putthings back the way they were. My stomach knotted, and not from myrecent meal. I lay down in bed, holding the silver clock to my chest,picturing the alley. -----Just like the previous time when I time-tripped back to save my wifefrom rape, I was alongside a garage in the alley that Maggie used towalk home from her date with Roger, the quarterback. The last time I washere, I'd scared Roger away and pretended to be him, coaxing Maggie intoa mutually enjoyable fuck. There was no sign of me on my previous trip.Maybe the laws of time travel prevented such paradoxes. In any case, itwas just Roger and me. I knew where Roger would be, stalking his victimin a ski mask. I didn't want to scare him off or interfere, so I creptto the house next door, hopefully one without dogs. Around the corner ofthe garage wall, I watched Maggie come closer. Roger stepped out. Maggiewas surprised but not defensive. Roger took her hand and moved her intothe shadows. I heard her voice, asking questions, pleading to bereleased. Then a shriek. Had he ripped off her clothes, or merelyadvanced on her too fast? Her begging tones turned to sobs, crying asRoger took advantage. He was shouting demands, that she take pleasure inhis forced entree. That she enjoy having non-consensual intercourse. Hemust have finished, because I saw him run out into the alley and towardshis frat house, pulling the ski mask from his head and stuffing it intohis varsity jacket pocket.The deed was done. I knew what it would take to escape this time trip.Head down, I ran into the garage wall. -----When I opened my eyes, I was laying on the couch in my bathrobe. The sunwas low in the sky, so it was evening. "Well, look who's back fromdreamland. I swear, you never have time for family, do you? You work allday and then come home and nod off." Maggie was back, her old chillyself."Where's Felice?" I asked."She had dinner at a friend's house, but they're coming back here towork on some kind of project. Now you be nice, do you hear me?"I sighed. "Yes, dear."We were back to normal, a complete family with an unfortunate butnecessary scar. I sat up and leaned back against the sofa. Somepolitical news show was on. The candidates being discussed were those ofmy original present, so I was confident I was back in my own home at theright time. And Felice was back, as if she'd never vanished.The front door opened and Felice walked in, followed by her friend. "Hi,Daddy. Do you know Hermana?" Felice stepped aside.Hermana was an identical twin to Sissy, my previous pretend daughterwhen I was pretend married to Heather. Blonde and stacked. "Hello,Mister Norris."Good, my name was still the same. Felice walked to the couch, leanedover, and kissed me hard on the lips. That was the Felice I remembered,sexy and horny. And I had Maggie's permission to fuck her. At least, Iused to. Did I still? And how could I ask such a thing? I'd have to waitfor a clue from Maggie before I made my move.I was shocked when Hermana mimicked Felice and bent over to kiss me. Hertits made my hands itch for contact. Her kiss was even more potent thanFelice's. And Hermana licked my lips with her tongue as our facesseparated.I took out a hankie and dabbed my forehead. My cock hardened with thethought of these two sensual females in the house. But then I rememberedthe look of scorn on the silver clock's face when I tried to have sex inreal time as opposed to flashback time. This was not going to end well.Thanks to Scalia for insightful edits.* * * * * * * * * *### An Original H M Tale ###Send me an email at throwfemales@me.com and give me feedback.Otherwise, I don't know you're reading my stuff.Copyright (c) 2012, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.