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 Angel, Anything For You!  By nowhere.man



   Summary: A suicidal man is rescued at the verge of death by a unearthly
girl.  Who is she and why rescue him?
Tags: Mf, inc, scifi, preg?



   I took another swig of scotch and placed the glass down on the sink. 
The ice jingled jangled creating the only life in the motel room.  The bags
under my eyes were multiplying in size, I was so tired.  How long was it
that I had been without sleep?  48 hours?  72?

   I looked at the mirror in front of me, wondering what the hell I was
doing here.  I looked like shit and felt like shit.  The small dirty
bathroom didn't look like it had been washed in months.  What the hell kind
of motel is this?  It didn't matter, I was going to kill myself soon
anyways.  In reflection, the dirty bathroom seemed to fit perfectly with
me. Neglected and under appreciated.

   It had been a while since I first hatched this little plan.  It wasn't
as if I effected anyone in my life.  Life would go on, I was merely a tiny
speck in the universe.  I would go out here, in a tiny dirty motel room, so
I wouldn't be a nuisance to any of my family.  It's not like they ever
cared anyways.  The self absorbed idiots couldn't care for anyone but
themselves.  Finding my body in the bathroom with my wrists slit wouldn't
matter the slightest.  They would only care when they had to clean up the
mess.

   I was a coward.  I couldn't even do a decent thing like offing myself
without liquid courage.  Perhaps, I'm overreacting a bit.  It's not as if
anyone ever really wants to kill themselves, it's a last resort.

   Getting myself drunk like a skunk wasn't a bad thing, it's not as if any
of the following would be better to take in and make sense if I was sober.

   Obviously,as you can tell that this account is in the past tense.  I'm
still alive and happy.  It seems weird, being happy.  But I am.  The
following is a account of how my life turned around how I found hope in the
most unimaginable and improbable way possible.

   I felt sick to my stomach.  Just looking at my reflection made me want
to vomit.  I wiped the booze from my upper lip and stared with rage at the
man looking back.

   What a worthless piece of shit.  Unskilled, uneducated, unattractive.  I
couldn't find a job nor ever had a girlfriend before, I was just too shy. I
was a waste of space.

   I picked up the glass for the last swig and stared like a zombie at
nothing.  I threw the glass to the floor breaking it.  The world was hazy
as I tried to focus.  It took a few attempts at leaning over and fumbling
with the broken glass before I finally was able to pick up a shard.  I
remember thinking, "Hmm, cut my finger." Seemed as thought I was somewhere
else by then.  Watching someone else's actions.

   I steadied myself on the sink counter.  A tear rolled down my cheek.  I
took the shard to the skin of my arm, just under the elbow and proceeded to
cut myself.  I know the you are suppose to cut the wrist but I chose under
the elbow.  I can't explain why but I did.  It was as if I was just a actor
following the orders of a third party.  I don't know how deep or shallow
but there was blood, a lot of it.

   The blood took me back.  I knew what to expect but a coward can't be
blamed when there was far more blood than he could ever imagine.  I lost
myself, stumbling back and fell down hard on my ass.  My head hit the wall
and was even hazier.

   I couldn't feel the shard in my hand anymore.  I fumbled looking for it
while futilely trying to look for it.  My heart quickened as I began to get
more anxious, I had to finish the job.  But then, the unimaginable and
impossible thing occurred.  I was visited by a angel.

   A blue light shimmered in front of me.  Not much at first but more and
more.  My eyes began to refocus and sharpen, luckily, as the light did so
too.  It was horribly out of place, such a marvelous blue didn't belong
somewhere as dirty and ugly at this motel room.

   It was a beautiful blue, my favorite color.  It looked stunning.  A blue
not of this Earth.  The blue light pulled itself, longer and wider. 
Slowly, I could see a figure within the light.  I remember feeling like I
was going crazy.  A angel, but as the figure became more defined, it became
even more angelic.  I will never forget it.

   Angels have long flowing blonde hair and a halo on top of their heads.
Angels also wear big beautiful wings and a pristine white gown.  My angel
was nowhere near this.  As crazy as it seemed, my angel was a tomboy.  Not
a goth, or emo but a tomboy.

   She looked beautiful without a doubt, just not in the traditional sense.
She had straight hair, shoulder length or a little higher.  She was cold
too.  She stood holding herself as if she was and wore a beanie over her
hair.  Not every feminine I remember telling myself.  I laughed.  I am
about to kill myself and I have to go and hallucinate the oddest looking
angel ever seen, typical me.  Perhaps she was cold because all she was
wearing was a tank top and skinny jeans, that didn't seem very wise.

   But there she was, my angel.  She looked pretty young, maybe the same
age or a couple of years younger than me even.  Poor girl, to die so young
and then be forced to be guardian to a loser like me.

   My eyes were getting heavy, while she began to look more and more
panicked.  She was yelling something but I couldn't hear it at all.  I
think "Stop!" and "Don't do this" was in there but not sure.  Suddenly, she
turned to run away into the main room.

   The next thing I knew I woke up in a strange room.  A hospital room. 
Anyone could recognize the disgusting white and tan of a hospital.  I
looked down at arm.  White gauze wrapped around where I slit it.  This was
unfair.

   A man should have the right to kill himself in peace if he wanted too. I
had made sure and planned this out in great detail to insure that I
wouldn't be found.  That I could die in peace as I wished.  Was it my
angel? Did she somehow save me and got me the help I needed to survive?  It
was impossible.  I knew better.  There is no such thing as angels.  But
then how did I survive?

   When I finally got better and before anyone even mentioned my move to a
psych ward for evaluation, I got up the nerve to ask my doctor what
happened.  A part of me doubted it and really didn't want to know.

   After the predictable response, "You tried to kill yourself," he told me
how a woman who refused to identify herself called for a ambulance.  She
had taken care of me and tried to stop the bleeding the best she could.  By
the time the ambulance arrived however, she was gone.  I had lost a lot of
blood but luckily for them I was still salvageable.  No one knew anything
about her except for me.  I knew it was my angel but I surely wasn't going
to tell anyone about my visit from a blue light that was for sure!  I may
be battling depression but I wasn't insane.

   When the doctor left and I was taking stock of myself to leave, the
second impossible and implausible event occurred I was visited again by my
angel.  Just as before, initially there was a blue light expanding itself
and sharpening itself to reveal the poor girl inside.  I decided there that
it was even more wonderful sober than drunk, even if it was unexplainable.

   It was her again, the same angel.  She wore the same outfit and pose
too. But her holding herself didn't look like it was out of coldness but
disapproval.  It is hard to explain looks, but I could tell that she wasn't
angry with me, maybe herself I don't know.  Standing there all stoic, I
wondered if I would be able to hear her this time.  Wondered if I would
find out if all this was real or maybe if I was indeed crazy.

   She took off her beanie but still didn't say anything to me.  She looked
beautiful.  I hated to see her so sad.

   I tried to find my words and spoke weakly, "Are you real?"

   After some delay the beautiful girl in the blue light just nodded her
head.  She would say she was real wouldn't she?

   "What are you?"

   After another delay the girl twisted her face and looked away.  She look
pained or in doubt.  Why did there seem to be some sort of delay between my
questions and her responses?  She looked smart and capable, was she on
another plane of dimension speaking to me?  I always loved science fiction
but this was too much.  How in the world could I be speaking to someone in
another plane?

   She reached out of sight, out to the side of the blue light and looked
as if doing some fiddling.  She said something but I couldn't make out what
she said and smiled.  I really ought to learn to read lips.

   Suddenly, feedback filled the room.  The feedback was soft and like the
light, gave off the sense of being unearthly.  A slight hum and pan joined
in with the feedback.

   "Me."

   Me?  At least my angel had a sense of humor.  I would of hated it if she
turned out to be serious and uptight.  But what was up with this sound?  It
didn't seem to be too loud but what if this was real?  What if someone else
can her this?  What if some ugly old nurse came in and found me attempting
to speak to a cross-dimensional beautiful blue girl through feedback,
panning and echo?  I laughed at the thought of the nurse fainting.

   "Did you stop me?"

   Again with the delay, I felt like screaming.  Answer me!

   The girl just nodded and said, "I had to."

   I began to tremble in anger.  I wanted to scream and yell, I needed to
vent my anger at someone or something.  I couldn't draw up enough courage
to kill myself right and proper and when I finally did, this bitch had to
stop me.

   "Who the hell are you?"

   After I realized just how loud my voice was, I scanned the room and
dropped my tone to a softer and more pleasant.  Or as pleasant as one could
expect.

   "What do mean you had to stop me.  You can't tell me who you are but you
can just come in and ruin everything!"

   The nameless blue girl looked on the verge of crying.

   "I...  I can't tell you yet.  Listen, we'll meet again, believe me. 
Soon, I will tell you everything, I swear.  Just believe in life and the
future."

   The blue light began to flicker and she began to fade out.

   I didn't want her to go away.  I still had so many questions.  "Believe
in life and the future?" What a crock of shit.  I've heard enough of that
in my life.

   The next morning, I was promptly discharged and transferred to the psych
ward for my ten day evaluation.  I didn't see or hear anything from my
angel again in that period.  Nor did I tell anyone of it.

   The days came and went before I was finally discharged.  I was
prescribed anti-depressions and told I need to continue therapy.  It so
seemed that while I was hopelessly depressed I was much more hopeful of a
cause than I thought.  The benefits of under funded medical care!

   It was two weeks before I saw my angel again.  In the mean time I found
a job via one of the nurses in the psych ward.  She had pulled some strings
and got me it.  I hated that but it was better than nothing.

   I had been a good little boy but I could feel it coming again.  I felt
hopeless and lost.  That night I had to get drunk.  I remember walking up
to my apartment.  Luckily, my roommate was gone so I would have the place
to myself tonight.  The bareness and loneliness of the rooms made the
enclosure that much worse.  And as I went into my room, guess who I saw.

   Sitting there on the edge of my bed still wearing the same tank top, the
same skinny jeans and the same beanie was my angel.  But my angel was
different today.  Today there was no blue light.  She was completely
materialized.

   She looked up at me in relief, I wondered how long she had waited.  It
didn't matter though because all I really wanted to do was scream and drop
the booze.  I didn't though.  I really wanted to get blackout drunk, so
luckily for me I had a tight grip on it.

   The screams wouldn't come out, I was speechless.

   She looked even better now in material form.  I eyed her.  While I felt
bad about it I shrugged it off.  It wasn't my fault, it was the blue
light`s.  Even for a tomboy, the blue light didn't do justice for my angel.

   She was beautiful and perfect.  Underneath her black beanie with the two
racing stripes was impossibly bright red hair.  Fiery and short.  A few
piercing, most notably a lip and a nose.  But her true feature was her
wonderful and supple neck.  Beautiful porcelain skin with the most adorable
freckles I have ever seen.  I continued, her neck ran underneath a gray
tank top.  Tight and showcasing her small but perky breasts in all the
right ways.  She revealed checkered Vans Slip-Ons attached to delicate
ankles sneaking out underneath from her blue skinny jeans.  A hole on the
left knee.  I smiled a lecherous smile after saving the mental picture of a
naked angel with adorable freckles from head to toe.

   A vision of loveliness.  Albeit, she may not be everyone's taste but she
suited me just fine.

   I still stood like a gawking idiot before she finally broke the silence,
"I will try to explain everything, but you must believe me when I say I
can't tell you certain details.  It will be for the best."

   My head screamed.  I wanted to grab her and force out all the questions
that have been boiling in for the last month.

   "H-H-How...."

   She smiled weakly and spoke in a soft tone with many breaks.  It seemed
tortuous as if she truly was trying to speak carefully and not reveal
everything, "You think me a angel, don't you?  Well, I'm not.  I am your
angel but not in the classical way.

   "My given name is Klara but, you can say I know many others.  Klari too,
for starters, but I prefer Charlie.  You would remember that won't you? 
You see, I'm from the future.  I came to stop you from killing yourself."

   My mind reeled at the impossibilities, "How did you find me?  How did
you know?  W-W-Why!?"

   Charlie, my angel, laughed, "I don't know if I can tell you how, but I
can tell you why.  You will be someone important to someone else and must
not die before you can be.  This is how it played out...  or at least as
I've been told.  It always was, so thus, I am here.

   "Telling you how far from the future or how is forbidden, you'll have to
wait.  I-I have been sent here by my father.  I'm a bit like his assistant
you can say.  He didn't twist my arm or anything though, I came willingly."

   "Why did your father want me saved?"

   "He didn't want you to be saved.  He had to have you be saved.  You had
to, as you had already been.  Certain information has been withheld from me
too.  I don't know all the details or what I'm supposed to say but I know
I'm supposed to come here and explain what I can."

   "All this is rather fantastical, you know.  How can I know you're not
just a fragment of my imagination?"

   My angel dangled her feet as she looked down.  Surely, she was asking
herself the same question.  She rose up and with a huff tried to make
herself look proud.

   "Don't get any ideas okay?  This is just the best idea I can come up
with, so forgive me."

   The girl claiming to be called Charlie strolled up to me.  Looking me
up.

   "It's odd to see someone young when you shouldn't, isn't it.  I always
pictured it different somehow."

   And with that she looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down. 
She brought up her lips and gave me a nice long platonic kiss on the lips.

   "Real enough?"

   I must have looked like I had finally cracked.  She looked a bit worried
as I put down the booze on the desk and walked over to bed to sit down.

   I touched my lips.

   "My first kiss you know?"

   "No, I didn't." She looked at bit embarrassed.

   "W-Why me though?  What can I do that warrants saving?  And why tell me
your from the future now and not before?"

   Charlie looked flustered.  I wasn't going to make this easy but then
again how could I?  She walked back over to the bed and sat down next me. I
began to feel more awkward and uncomfortable, which I think she could feel
too.

   "I'm not going to lie.  You're not going to be famous, or the president
but you will be important.  Everyone is important.  Through everyone's
interactions are uncountable effects on the world.  The same is for you. 
You are important in imaginable ways right now.  You may think you'll never
be loved and cared for or make a effect on just one person but you will. 
Hopelessness is just a phase.  No matter how bad you may think it is, it
will get better.  I know you must hate hearing that, you hear it from
everyone but let me tell you that I know for a fact, if you die, the world
will be vastly different.  People will never come to fruition like I know
they do.

   "Oh, and I was told I could tell you now unlike before."

   I started to cry.  I know this, but how can I believe it?  Never holding
the hand of someone in all my years and now some girl telling me that I
will be of great importance.  I didn't know what to do.

   Charlie really was a angel though, I knew it.  She felt pain from my
crying and tried to comfort me.  It wasn't everyday that you see someone
who is important to you come face-to-face with their own mortality and know
you are the only one that can consul them.  The truth is I wanted this to
be true.  I wanted her to be a time traveler.  It was a relief knowing that
I was important enough to warrant manipulation of the space-time continuum.

   She even held me.  I never felt that before.  A happiness swelled in my
chest that I don't think I could ever describe.

   Charlie was crying too.  She was crying for me!  I wanted to kiss her
and thank her.  I never wanted to let her go.  To be told you will be
important to someone is one thing but to finally be convinced is different
all together.

   I looked up at her with such joy in my eyes, she smiled.  I think she
even began to doubt herself and wondered if she could even succeed. 
Predetermination her foot.

   I kissed her.  I remember that vividly.  I forced a kiss on her like I
never imagined I could.  In my inexperience, I forced my tongue into mouth
and hoped I was doing it the motions correctly.

   She quickly pulled away from me, shocked.  I apologized up and down.  I
tried telling her I knew not what came over me but to please forgive it.  I
was confused by the emotions flooding over me.

   She was obviously thrown off and didn't expect that.  Charlie was still
horribly kind, trying to reassure me that everything was fine.

   I offered to get her a drink or something if she would like it, and
seemed to jump at the offer.  I thought the chance to straighten out her
head and what had just happened no matter how briefly would do wonders.

   It had turned out as I thought it would be.  By the time I got back,
Charlie are calmer.  She was still sitting on the edge of my bed but
otherwise seemed more pulled together.

   "You know, nothing has worked out like I had planned?"

   I lowered my head and sniveled out more apologizes for kissing her.  I
couldn't ever imagine doing that and how I did, may just fascinate me for
the rest of my life.

   Charlie peeled her beanie off, and after looking around to find a good
place to put it, tossed it onto my bookshelf and accepted the glass of
water.  I was glad she didn't seem angry at me.  I don't know what the
consequences would have been otherwise.  Could she go back to when I was
born and kill me before I could ever force myself on her?  Would she?

   "Hey look, it's a full moon tonight.  I know, you love stargazing, let's
look at them together."

   "Hey, how did you know I like stargazing?"

   My angel didn't answer though.  She pulled me up and brought me to the
window.

   "I'll probably be leaving soon.  The controls to configure the time
travel are difficult to set with precision but it was set up to so I would
be leaving here shortly.  I hope you remember what I say."

   "I'll try," I said meekly.

   "Yeah, don't get that face!  The world is full of bright futures for you
and me alike."

   Charlie reached over and lifted my face with her hand.  She stopped
suddenly though as she realized that perhaps she shouldn't of.

   "I love you.  So you must remember."

   I stammered as I didn't know what to say.  Saying she loved me crossed
the line.  Who the hell did she think she was?  How could she think that
would change everything when she wouldn't even tell me who she was?

   Charlie caught it too.  She knew she shouldn't of said that.

   As I angrily tried to turn away and march away from her, she held onto
my arm pleading with me, "When I was..  a...briefed about the details up to
now and what will happen, I sort of feel in love.  I can't tell you
everything but I do care about you."

   I felt sick and confused but quietly she also tacked on, almost not
hearing it at all, "More than you realize."

   "I'm sick of these games, who are you?"

   Charlie didn't answer as I knew she wouldn't.  Instead she just came up
to me and hugged me.

   "I do know you.  I shouldn't tell you how but I do and I have always
loved you, always."

   I had the feeling that Charlie was losing that insurance of pulling this
off again as she began to get misty-eyed.  She is a pretty strong kid.

   "You know how sometimes, young kids say that they will marry someone
without realizing the full extent of what that means?  You were mine.  You
have always been kind and always tried to be respectful of me and I love
you for it!  I need you to live," Charlie seemed to stammer as if revealing
her whole hand.  But I still didn't get it but she did tack on, "A-And my
father!  M-My father needs you to live too!"

   I didn't have any siblings, so I couldn't be her uncle.  Maybe I was. 
Maybe I was her "uncle" and too young to know it.  I've always been a
sucker though so I hugged her back and told her sorry.  Perhaps she could
actually love me.  I don't know where the lies and half-truths begin or
end, it could be true.  I certainly fell for the angel in front of me in
such a brief time.

   I raised my hand and stroked her face gently.  For the second time she
pulled herself away from me staring in disbelief.  She looked awe-struck. I
would have never of guessed but before I knew it, she ran back to me and
kissed me.  It was her turn to give a proper kiss.

   We picked and probed each other, our tongues swirling around each other.
The taste of her saliva and the feel of her in my arms turned me one.  As I
could feel myself getting harder and harder, my cock pressing up my jeans,
she wormed and struggled to get my shirt off.  My angel was too impatient
though and decide to rip it off me after a couple of buttons.  Next thing I
know, she was now working at getting my undershirt off.

   After succeeding in taking that off she rather forcibly pushed me back
onto the bed.  Before peeling her shirt off.  She wasn't wearing a bra,
allowing me to see unrestricted view on her breasts.  While I was right
that they wear small and perky with freckles, they were much more beautiful
than I could ever imagine.  I desperately wanted to suck her tiny little
areoles.

   She seemed to stop and hesitate for a moment, "I don't know why but I do
want this.  I love you and think it would be rather interesting.  I know I
won't regret."

   The declaration seemed odd but I didn't have time to dissect it.  Before
I knew it, my little angel leapt on me and started kissing my stomach.  Her
hands wondered over my chest, pulling my chest hair and nipples.  She was
driving me crazy.

   Perhaps, at last, some doubt popped up and demanded to know, "Are you
okay with this?  I don't want you to think I planned this or anything but I
love and want you so bad," Charlie kissed her way up my chest more and
more.

   I fumbled, lost in confusion.  If I said yes, I would have sex for the
first time, no doubt about it.  I always hoped my first time would be with
someone I loved but was a time traveler who was going to disappear at
anytime okay?

   "Ahh, I'm sure."

   Charlie smirked and started to lick and bite my nipples.  Slowly, she
would move her hands down to my pants and caressed me through my pants. 
Even I could tell she got a thrill feeling my hard erection.

   She quickly proceeded to unbutton my jeans and underwear freeing my hard
cock.  She stopped to look at it for a second before wrapping her hand
around and stroking it up and down.

   She wouldn't touch it with her mouth, not yet.  She would only stroke
the full length of it.  Finally, and much to my relief, she finally tried
putting me in her mouth.

   Moving her hand down to nothing but a thin three finger ring at my base
she tried fitting me completely within the first try.  She didn't get the
whole thing but close.  And she continued again and again until she finally
did achieve to take me.

   I began to get restless, moving and thrusting my hips.  I tried to lay
my hand on her head, which she accepted.  If anything, it made her more
enthusiastic, making her look you at me with those beautiful eyes.

   Eventually she stopped, leaving my cock wet and hungry for more.  I
looked at her as she smiled and got up.  She took off my shoes and jeans
for me.  She has truly shown herself to be a rather enthusiastic and
experienced minx, and I was in love with her.  She was the first person to
ever make me feel cared for even though we had only met minutes before.  It
was like a perfect sync.  A perfect match for each other.

   After she finished undressing me, she crawled on top.  We kissed.  I
could kiss her forever.  No matter what she did she did it un-condemning. I
felt accepted and wanted nothing more than to love her and show her how
much I loved her.

   After a nice kiss, I flipped her over and stood up on my knees.  My body
burned with desire, my cock jetting out hard wanting to pick and probe my
lovely angel's pussy.  I knew I wouldn't be very good, but I loved her so
much and wanted nothing more than to try to give her a wonderful night in
return.

   I lifted her legs up into the air, and pulled off her socks and shoes.
One of the shoes landed in one of my lamps, breaking it.  Her jeans fell a
bit revealing once again her lovely and delicate ankles.  I couldn't help
myself, I had to move aside her anklet and kiss them.  I kissed and licked
all over my angel's ankles as I rubbed my hands over her jean covered
thighs.

   I pulled up on her pants and underwear just a little and pushed her
little legs forward.  I was now pinning Charlie down with one hand, forcing
her to stick her ass and clenched pussy out.  I licked my lips and bent
over licking her.  While I had restricted access to the girl's pussy, I
made sure to give nice licks up and down her pussy lips, forcing the tip of
my tongue in.  I even headed a little further south of her pussy, something
I had previously never imagined I would be doing.  But she had a control
over me.  I would of done or tried anything for her.

   I couldn't wait any longer and with haste began trying to peel off her
pants completely.  I tossed her pants and underwear away as I had her
shoes. Underneath I revealed in great detail the most beautiful patch of
red hair I had ever seen.  The sight of the time traveler's pink and hairy
pussy was more beautiful than any picture could ever be.

   My mouth drooling and cock leaking of pre-cum, I didn't know how much
more I could last.  But my only thought was not of fucking her, but the
hope that I could give some sort of pleasure before I immaturely
ejaculated, making a fool of myself.  So thus, I decided that I had better
risk it all.  I would instead try giving her more oral.  Too be honest,
that has always been my hottest desire.  While I have always dreamt of the
sensations of making love to someone nothing was more present than the
desire to feel a woman underneath me as I lapped every inch of her hairy
cunt.

   I had Charlie pinned back as before, just now sans pants.  My hands
rested lower near her ass, I tried opening her pussy exposing the delicate
interworkings.  And I did as I always wanted.  Oh, the joys I felt!  The
feel of the little time traveling angel squirming underneath me moaning and
gasping for more.  I remember noting that nothing in my life has ever been
as wonderful or could be wonderful as experiencing my long awaited
experiment with performing cunnilingus for the first time.

   That first time was without a doubt the most difficult time I have ever
had with anything.  I lost track of time, the only thing I cared about is
giving my partner the best I could.  Trying to gauge her responses by the
moans, I tried to work her and find her optimal areas.  Another difficulty
was figuring out when too much was too much.  I tried to calculate in my
head by using her moans and my own `estimated time before ejaculation' but
all to fail.  I couldn't focus.  Her fingers claws into hair as she rocked
her hips.  I was in heaven.  So I resigned myself to just fall behind and
follow her lead.  She was obviously more experienced at these kind of
things than I, so why not just let her be the judge and tell me when to do
what?

   After some time, I know not as I had inadvertently knocked over and
broke my alarm clock with the other shoe as I had done with the other one
and the lamp, I was beckoned to spread my angel's legs and try full
penetration.  I was so scared and hesitant.  I knew she could tell, she was
a smart girl.  She could probably tell just by looking at me, let alone the
shaking in my hand.

   I slicked my cock with a quick once over with my hand and gently guided
it in.  (I had never thought that something like this would ever happen so
I never had condoms prepared for the moment nor had I asked her if she was
protected, in hindsight, I should of but I had given myself up to my lust
too much by this point.)

   The warm wetness and tightness of Charlie's pussy was almost too much. I
was on the verge of cumming almost the instant I pulled in.  It took
everything I had not to.  It didn't get much better after that.

   The tight clenching that Charlie held onto was mind shattering. 
Throughout the whole time, my angel fed me encouragement and praise, it
made me sick.  The fear of being lame was terrifying, I only wanted to show
her I loved her and wished she didn't have to go back but the encouragement
patronized me.  I knew it wasn't her intention but it made me feel
incompetent.  It made me feel useless, a part of me hoped she would just
shut up and make me believe I was doing good than actually telling me.

   Eventually, she decided to show me what a real time was like and shifted
our positions around so I was sitting with my angel on my lap.  With her
legs wrapped around me, Charlie moved her hips with a expertise that would
make porn stars blush.

   It didn't take long before I was quickly reached my peak.  I cursed
myself for being so pathetic.  I wanted to love her but ended up being
nothing but a embarrassment.  My pelvis was tightening and I could feel my
cum boiling up from my balls.  Damn her.

   I told her I was cumming and that I couldn't hold it back much longer.
My hands dug into Charlie's hips as I thrust up.

   I panted for air as I released a thick torrent of cum into the little
girl on top of me.  She smiled with ecstasy.  I sincerely hoped she wasn't
putting me on and truly did enjoy herself.  She continued to smile and even
bent low kissing me again.  The feel of her lips revealed that, she like I,
was tired.  I was glad.  She reached down and seemed to cup her pussy as
she tried to pull herself off my limping cock.  Only a little sperm seemed
to leak out but other than that she seemed to keep most in as she fell to
my side.  As I was racked with nerves the whole time, I think I finally
calmed down once she placed her head and arm on my shoulder.  She seemed to
be in bliss, which was all I needed to feel ten years younger.

   Even though our encounter was brief, we made it up by laying next
together.  Although, to my shame, it was only a few minutes if was nice to
still have my angel next to me.  She made feel less embarrassed.

   I stroke her back up and down as she made circles on my chest.  We even
slept briefly but it wasn't long before I woke up to cluttering about.  It
was Charlie.  She was tearing the room apart looking for her clothes.

   I couldn't make it out exactly what she was saying but am fairly sure
she was cursing the configurations that was the source of her time
traveling.  Something about it going wrong as it was severely late.

   "Hey sweetheart, what's wrong?"

   She turned to me and puzzlingly asked, "Sweetheart?" But didn't turn to
face me otherwise as she continued to shovel through the broken pieces of
lighting.

   "I think the configurations malfunctioned, I should of been gone long
ago.  Something's wrong.  The temporal settings are very sensitive and must
of been off.  I might be stranded here for days."

   "Well, I'm sorry for being such a bad prospect....  how about coming
back to bed?"

   Charlie was obviously upset at my bad joke, "You don't understand, too
much has changed.  How do we explain this?  Let alone how do I cope?  It
isn't that much but how can I perfectly fit in, our customs are too
different.  This is hardly 20-"

   She slowly turned around.  Something had struck her like a lightning
bolt, "What time is it?  0200 hours?  That means that the temporal
configuration is off by at least two hours unless...."

   I didn't follow where she was going at all.

   She sighed in annoyance and simply called me a son of a bitch.  At least
that was what it looked like.

   "What did I do?  I didn't do anything!"

   Charlie seemed to catch her mistake and tried to shrug it off.

   "I didn't mean you.  I was just thinking that my father may have moved
the controls forward stranding me on purpose..."

   "Why would he do th-"

   I finally caught on.  My angel had tried to claim that everything was
predetermined and had to follow through at it had before.  But the only way
it could follow through is with key information being withheld from the
parties involved.

   I sat up and tried rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and put back on my
glasses, "Are you saying that your father knew you would seduce me and
didn't tell you?  Then he moved the controls after you left?"

   "I know how certain things are, it can't be blamed for not figuring out
what would happen, why he was so secretive about the details."

   "So your father is some sort of temporal pimp?  Someone who willingly
threw his daughter back in time to fuck someone?  What a douche!"

   Charlie turned red and smacked me hard across the face.  (As a side
note, she had quite a arm.  My jaw would be sore for days.)

   "You don't know anything.  You are completely ignorant.  I am in the
dark about the details but that doesn't mean I'm not infinitely more aware
of what is going on than you."

   "Okay, fine, if you were suppose to sleep with me - why didn't he tell
you?"

   She snorted, "I wouldn't have gone.  I'm not some whore, I'm not going
to sleep with anyone unless I want too.  Which still doesn't matter, since-
it doesn't matter.  Another time."

   "Can I ask a question about something?  I'm still lost."

   "Of course, just don't expect me to know the answer or be able to answer
it if your awareness doesn't allow it."

   "Well, why you?  You said we know each other, in the future I mean.  But
why did you have to cross through time.  If your father didn't want to be
some temporal pimp why didn't he step through to be my savior?"

   I moved away a little.  She looked angry again at the temporal pimp
sneak-in.

   "I told you not to say that!"

   "I'm sorry but it seems difficult to see it from any other way."

   "Look, it's not scientific but I'm special.  You're special.  We have a
certain cosmic understanding with each other.  Not just anybody could step
through and tell anyone to do something.  We click.  Tell me, when we
finally met did you feel anything?  Don't you believe me when I tell you
that I love you and you mean more to me than anyone ever could?"

   "I can't explain it, but yes."

   "You see if y- my father was to come through.  You could go insane or
not believe it.  You may just think it was a hallucination.  We are linked,
always have been, under...  special circumstances.  Chances are that
cosmically we were linked as such, we would hypothetically more likely to
succeed if we were together.  I mean if we sent Bohr though it would mean
nothing and have a less likely chance in exceeding in the universe of
possibilities."

   "Bohr?"

   "President Bohr- ooh, I probably should of said that.  Nevermind, I
never mentioned it.  Although...  no I can't tell you whether not to vote
for him or not.  Anyways-"

   "Wait.  So did any of this mean anything?  Would we of slept together if
we didn't meet like this and have this confounded "link" to each other?"

   "I can't answer that.  Don't know if I should either way."

   "But you did say you thought me husbandly when you were young right? 
Did we ever...  you know?"

   "I don't know if I can answer that!  It's complicated.  I shouldn't tell
you too much.  Y-Dad likes to play it safe and doesn't want to tempt the
space/time continuum if we can help it.  I don't know if I should say or
not."

   "I'm telling you to answer me.  Did that prick father of yours send you
back knowing full well what would come over it and the effects that it will
have?  Did it matter one bit in his tiny little brain the consequences of
doing this?"

   "I told you not to speak like that!  You know nothing!"

   "Then tell me, did the idiot know the exact implications!?"

   "Yes!  Yes, he knew!  Of course he did.  It was all he could do was to
allow it, but it doesn't matter now..  err..  in the future."

   "I don't understand how it can be all right.  How could a father just
send his kid to the past to sleep with someone as if it was okay.  How do
you know or your father know that everything will be okay?"

   "Because he does!"

   Charlie was starting to huff and was getting more and more angry.  She
must of liked her father alot.  Worshipped him and hated him being
questioned by anyone.

   "I don't buy it.  You came and slept with me and just tried to run off
like nothing happened.  You claim to know me and know just how I am but I
don't get it.  How can you?  You haven't told me your last name, or
anything about him or our exact relationship, what could it hurt?  How can
you and your father be so sure?"

   Charlie rubbed her brow.

   "Please, just believe me if he thought that everything wouldn't work out
with you and I sleeping together he wouldn't try and would try to change
thing.  But he did know and it isn`t like he could object too much..."

   "What are you talking about?  How could he?"

   "Because he is you!  You are my father and we have sleeping together for
years.  How could he possibly object to me coming back and fucking you when
we're fucking now!"

   My mind reeled.  Her father?  I stopped myself from killing myself from
the future via sending my daughter through time travel?  My brain started
to hurt.

   Charlie just stood there.  Quickly turning away from me and covering her
mouth.  While it was much weirder and complicated than I had anticipated,
score one for me for finally getting the truth out.

   "Y-your father?  Step?"

   "No....  biological."

   "Wait, wait, wait.  You are my daughter, biological daughter and I sent
you back in time to save me from killing myself because that is how I was?
And we're sleeping together so naturally I have no qualms about you having
to sleep with me to save me because it is me after all?"

   Charlie seemed a little troubled while trying to digest my summary
before she nodded that I had achieved in getting the jest of it.

   "If I'm your father, why did you sleep with me and why have you for
years in your time?"

   "Changes are only minor.  Most of the time, people get set in their ways
and remain that way," she seemed to sigh in a way, "You are a good person.
You become more confident and outgoing but you still remain a bit
inclusive. I-well there came a time where I pushed you to make love to me.
After a while, you finally agreed.

   "You have never forced yourself on me and have always treated me with
the up most respect.  I love you.  I love being with you.  We know we
shouldn't but it works for us.  I know you must be surprised to find out
ahead of time of your incest relations but don't worry yourself.  If I ever
wanted it to stop I will."

   "How can you be so sure of yourself?  Doesn't it bother you?  Can't our
relationship exist because of this?"

   "It's like I said about being ignorant of the future.  If you knew what
I knew you wouldn't ask that.

   "I don't want to sound full of myself but I'm smart.  You're also a
terrible liar and I have always been able to see through you."

   Charlie laughed as she tacked on one other bit, "so prepare yourself
now, I may end up being your daughter, but you will never get one over me.
I`m far more smarter than you."

   My angel crossed her arms and walked over to the window to look out once
more.

   "Can you tell me anything else?  Was I married to your mother, am I
still married in your time?  When were you born?  Why did we choose to name
you Klara?  Anything about your mother?  You know, how do I meet her?"

   "I can't answer any of those.  You love me and initially never wanted to
carry on our relationship.  But it happened as a natural progression of
things.  You can say you had no control, it was bound to happen.  It
doesn't matter if you know now or not.  But all those questions are too
dangerous to answer.  What if I told you about my mother?  We still don't
know about the possibilities of temporal manipulation and it's effects, if
I told you about my mother..  you may try to find her before your time to.
Your meeting and everything that proceeds is bound with everything else you
do.  If you sought her out before you meet, the whole existence that I know
could unravel."

   I got out of bed and looked at the beautiful angel illuminated in the
moonlight as she stood naked by the window.  I walked over to her and
placed my hand on her shoulder lightly.

   "Alright, I won't ask anymore but how about we get back to bed, huh? 
Unless, you think you still may leave soon..."

   "Hmm, think to yourself what you would like most.  I know you so I
already know the answer to when I`m leaving."

   Of course I never want her to leave, but if at all, I would like to have
the rest of the night.  I have always fantasized about the joy I may feel
about waking up next to someone I love.  I wouldn't want her to leave
without the chance of holding her one last time.  Not to mention to be able
to say goodbye properly.

   I wrapped my arms around my future daughter and kissed the freckles on
her shoulder.

   "To say that the thought of giving my virginity to my biological
daughter is a little weird would be a understatement."

   "Consider it full circle.  I gave you mine, it's only right that you
give me yours in return."

   We both laughed a gentle and quiet laugh.

   "Say, you know, did I...  I mean does it get better?"

   Charlie turned around to look at me as she tried to decipher my
question.

   She smiled and placed a sweet little kiss on my lips, "Don't worry.  You
were just fine.  You have been my only partner so far but you were just
fine.  What anyone would expect from the first time, maybe better. 
Everything will work out.  Just because I didn't feel the earth move
underneath me tonight doesn't mean I never have."

   I kissed her again, this time I held it long.  I didn't want to let go
and wasn't going to if I didn`t have to.  I raised a good kid and wanted to
thank her nice and well.

   I have read a lot of science fiction so by some miraculous deed, that
didn't seem to shake me too much.  It would probably hurt much more later
when I wasn't pre-occupied with the somber looking redhead in front me. 
Should I believe her?  Can she really be my daughter?  Then how can I have
a sexual relationship with her, where is the sqee factor in me?

   "You claim to be my daughter, but how can we be together in your time
and now?  How could I allow something like that?"

   "I'm smart, almost genius level.  But that doesn't mean I can't be
awkward like you.  Like you, I have a hard time with new people and
situations.  I like to house myself up too.  But you're always there for me
no matter what.  I know we can't carry on forever as we do, but for the
time being it's all I want."

   Charlie nuzzled close to my chest.

   "I don't know if I can believe that you are my daughter.  How can I
allow what you claim, awkward or not?"

   Charlie didn't say anything for a while, but just stood there holding
each other.

   "I know you're not very spontaneous, but perhaps you have been mulling
it over.  Now to the time we start is ample enough time to come to terms
with it.  I never wanted anything more than to be with you forever and
always.  Just remember that."

   "Could you tell me how we...  you know?"

   "I don't think I like time travel as much as I thought I would.  To many
hard decisions to decide.  Perhaps it would be best though, give you some
time to accept that too.  I was eleven-"

   I backed up quickly, "Whoa there, eleven?  Jesus Christ!  My eleven year
old daughter?"

   Charlie looked stern and didn't waiver.  She had no reason to lie, she
was simply telling me as it happened.

   "And you started the whole thing?  Are you sure about that?"

   "Yes."

   My mouth went dry and I was at a complete loss for words.  What can
anyone say if there they find out that they will become a incest pedo?

   "I am just telling you how things were.  I know you were troubled and
didn't want to at first, but everything works out.  There are the
occasional problem and trouble but nothing unanticipated."

   She spoke so calmly and coolly it was hard to wrap my head about it all.

   "Doesn't it seem weird?  How can you be so nonchalant about everything?
Doesn't it bother you at all that we have been sleeping together since you
were eleven and now this?  Doesn't this little time hop bother you at all?
Doesn't it change anything within you?"

   "No.  All this is just a matter of fact.  Established history.  As I
said, we are bonded, we have a more special relationship than anyone in the
universe.  It is what it is."

   "I wish I was cool and brave as you...say, what are you going to do when
you get back?"

   "Slap you for keeping this away from me.  I should of have known!"

   I laughed, "Weren't you the one that said that you would never of came
if you knew it would end up this way?"

   Charlie smiled as she puffed her cheeks and tried to slap me.  Perhaps
her mentality towards time travel and accepting history as it was was
rubbing off on me but I seemed to be easing up on this whole prospect of
sleeping with my daughter.  Perhaps I can still change everything, we will
see...

   "So, isn't there anything else you can tell me?  I want to know more. 
Do I drag you to museums and zoos?  What do we do when we're not...you know
or working on this time traveling project?"

   Charlie just pushed me back.  My knees, hitting the bed, caused me to
fall backwards.

   My angel smiled a evil smirk and walked over to where I was sprawled.

   Laughing she simply teased and pointed downwards, "When you say, `you
know' do you mean me taking care of this?"

   My cock was standing at full mast.  The revelation of my relationship
with Charlie was shocking, yes, but at the moment it still seemed surreal.
She was beautiful and sexy and just the hottest thing I had ever seen.  I
had (in vainly and rather poorly) tried to hide it but it was no use.  I
was hard with my most shameful erection but enjoying it.

   Charlie dropped down onto her knees and let out a purr.  She gingerly
reached out and slowly began to stroke the top half of my cock as she
licked her lips.

   "You did all of those things.  Mmm, you used to take me to museums all
the time."

   She dipped down and began to lay gentle kisses and little licks on my
cock and testicles.  A teasing hold of my cock head with her teeth, a suck
on one testicle she moved around like a artisan.

   Charlie would methodically take more and more of me as she gave
inquisitive looks to gauge how much I was enjoying myself.

   I lifted my lazy body up enough to allow myself to run my hand through
her hair.  I felt no shame, she was acting on her own volition and giving
me the most wonderful night I have ever imagined.

   She would spit on my hard cock and sometimes lift her head up and allow
her spit to hang down onto me.

   At some point I felt compelled to ask, "Hey baby, do you like licking
Daddy's balls?"

   She smiled and produced the muffled reply that comes from trying to
speak with your mouth full of cock and balls.

   After a bit of fun, rubbing my cock all over those beautiful and tiny
nipples of hers, Charlie stood up and just stayed in place as she shook her
hips seductively.

   "Mmmm, Daddy has gotten me all wet.  Wanna see?"

   My angel of the future walked around the bed to the side of me.  Lifting
herself up carefully while trying to balance herself using me as a hold,
she climbed onto the bed.

   Her pussy had indeed gotten wet from the oral sex.  I looked up
awestruck and thirty for her pussy as she stood with my head between her
far spread legs.  I wanted to dive into that red haired Southern Belle. 
The drive to lick every inch, to rub and suck on her clit became my sole
purpose in life.

   "Mmm, I know Daddy loves tacos, don't you?  But this one is special,"
she rubbed herself teasing me to my limits, "But only special and good
Daddies get this kind of taco.  Have you been a goody Daddy?"

   I didn't answer, my sole thought by now was just the idea of holding
myself back from grabbing her and forcing my hard cock into the beautiful
pussy.

   She finally lowered herself down, sitting on my mouth.  With the rusty
brillo pad that is Charlie's pubic patch rubbing against my nose I probed
into her pussy.  Her pubic hair played havoc scratching my nose but I
didn't care.  To be completely honest I was more concerned with the limited
space I had to use my hands.

   I tried to keep her as wide open as I could but sometimes I couldn't do
anything and had to let go.  The reason is that Charlie was rather
empowered and had a tendency to drop against my face and grind herself hard
with a evil laugh.

   My cock burned as it stood twitching as I drowned in the warm and fluid
juices trickled down.

   Her suffocating of me rapidly increased as she became more and more
permanent against my mouth.  I could no longer keep up with trying to rub
her clit.  Her movements became too rapid, shifting her clit and the whole
vagina downwards allowing access more difficult.

   She got louder and louder, letting her voice get carried away.

   My asphyxiation and attempts at cunnilingus ended up driving the both of
us to new highs.  My breathing was getting more and more shallow but just
the slightest sound of Charlie's moans gave new life to me.

   Before I knew it (and to my much needed relief) Charlie climaxed,
squirting a nice amount of juices into my mouth and face.  She fell to the
side panting and laughing as I feel off the bed, choking for air.

   My angel, initially at the very least, seemed completely and utterly
ignorant of my choking as she came down from her high.  Though credit where
credit due, once she realized that she had almost killed me she crawled
over to check on me and even got me the glass of water that I had asked
for.

   When I finally recovered I rejoined her on the bed.  She naturally
apologized nonstop as she cradled my head leaning on her shoulder.

   It was nice to be cradled there for a little bit.  She showed a nice
maternal side.

   Perhaps, I discovered a masochist side of myself I never knew but I felt
something deep for her then.  Slowly, I lifted her head and kissed her on
the lips.

   She tried to push away but I tried reassuring her that I loved her and
told her that it was okay.

   She tried to remained hesitant but I wasn't going to have any of it.  I
continued to kiss her shoulder and supple little neck.  I told her that I
didn't hold anything against her but would like something in return.  She
didn't want to but after making sure multiple times that I was now okay and
wouldn't stop until I came again, she consented.

   She lowered herself and began sucking once again on my semi-erect cock.
It was slow and half-hearted.  With her slow bobs and the look up to me she
made me change my mind.  It seemed like I was almost raping her.  I somehow
found myself in love with my little future angel and couldn't go on.

   I pulled her up, kissed on the head and scooted over to wash up.

   "I'm sorry Pumpkin Pie, it's okay.  You don't have to do that."

   She grabbed my arm, "What did you just call me?"

   I stammered, "N-nothing..."

   "No, you just called me `Pumpkin Pie,'" she weakly smiled, "it has been
years since you called me that."

   "I didn't know....  I wasn't thinking."

   "I remember the first time you called me `Pumpkin Pie.' You brought me
to a petting zoo when I was really young and a there was a particularly
mean llama, he made me cry and spitted on you.  When you picked me up and
consoled me, you called me `Pumpkin Pie' and did for years later."

   I smiled but felt compelled to ruin her mood, `Should you of told me
that?  Isn't that a Bootstrap paradox now?  You come back in time and tell
me that I call you `Pumpkin Pie' and save you from a evil llama so I do? 
Or I can just try to change it and make sure I never call you "Pumpkin Pie'
now."

   She realized what she said but didn't seem to care, "You have a knack
for ruining the mood don't you?  Please don`t leave."

   "No, we need to clean up.  We can't go on anymore tonight."

   "Poppycock!  Please, come on, stay with me," Charlie tightened her grip
on my arm and started kissing my chest.

   "It isn't right."

   "Like hell it is!"

   "Hey, watch your mouth there young lady.  Remember who you are talking,
I am your father after all."

   "What- errr....  Look I want to."

   "Don't give me that.  Don't force yourself to do anything that you don't
real- awwww!'

   Charlie grabbed my still erected cock and squeezed hard.

   "What did I say?  You never made me do anything I didn't want to do and
it isn't like you will anytime soon."

   She kissed me on the lips again.  I couldn't help it, it's not like I
have ever been in bed with somebody before.  To resist this sweet yet
bullheaded girl was hard.  So, naturally, I gave in and returned her kiss.

   We sat playing tonsil hockey as she slowly jerked me off.  With my hand
on her head, she once again returned to give me head.  Perhaps this was the
real reason why I didn't truly fight against her push, she can do things
with her tongue I could never imagine.

   "Come here, I have a idea," she said as she led me by the hand to a
armless chair sitting by my desk, "sit here."

   I sat down and reclined back just a little as instructed.  My little
angel continued by sitting on my lap, facing me and reclining just a bit as
she supported herself on my legs.

   "Here, grab my hips and don't let go.  I need you to keep me steady."

   I grabbed on and watched as she swung her legs up over my shoulders.

   "I'm going to lift my pelvis but I still need you to help me and guide
yourself in."

   We did as she said and got her nice and impaled.

   "You seem pretty experienced at this, do we do this often in the
future?"

   "Mm, sometimes.  For my fifteenth birthday you got me a variety of Karma
Sutra books- hey, don't make that face, we get a lot out of them!  Anyways,
it's fun.  We tried a bunch of different stuff and still do.  Surprise
surprise, you try not to let me turn my back to you but we have quite a
nice time.  We will resurrect them from time to time.  If you last, maybe I
show you the `Twirl-A-Girl.'"

   Charlie wasted no time though and quickly began teaching me the tricks
of the trade.  This was supposedly called `The Lap Dance' or something. 
Being a bit power mad she seemed to like the stuff where she is in control,
which suits me just fine.  Whatever it takes to please her I will do
anything willingly.

   She seemed to have nice upper body strength, which I'm glad about.  I
would of hated it if she was some Barbie or something.  It warms me knowing
I am capable of raising such a strong girl that is capable of taking care
of herself.

   She swung her hips in and out.  It was a beautiful sight.  The sight of
watching my cock penetrating her tight pussy was almost as wonderful as
looking at the girl herself.  Her freckled tits bouncing up and down was
hypnotic, I thanked God for letting me see such a wonder of the world. 
[Note: I should say that I don`t believe in God but the sequences of said
events was enough to make me question.  Nothing as beautiful as this little
girl could not be from a intelligent design.]
We enjoyed the new position quite a lot, Charlie particularly seemed to

get nice and sweaty.

   "Since I almost killed you when I came, this time I just want to focus
on you, is that alright?  You always said I would kill you in bed, but I do
think I owe you one.  Are you close?"

   "I can last a bit longer."

   "Good, come here."

   Charlie proceeded to dismount from me and lead me by the hand again back
to the bed.  The whole leading thing made me feel a bit like a kid, but I
loved her so I decided just to deal with it for the time being.

   I laid out on the bed, with my legs closed but my cock hard, sticking
out and ready to be received.  I asked if I should really be hanging off
the bed like I was but she assured me that for the time being it would be
best if my arms and up hung upside down off the bed.  Charlie stood over me
trying to line herself up.  She seems to be quite capable in the art of sex
I thought to myself.  It is amazing that this is and has always been just
for me.

   After sitting on my cock, she closed her legs adding additional
clenching to the already tight pussy.  Between the closed legs, the
naturally snug fit and her clenching of muscles, it will be only a matter
of time before I'm done with again.

   Steadying herself with her arms.  One, as her primary, was supported on
my chest.  The other, my leg.  She was facing to the side of me but didn't
stay that way.  Along with the gorgeous flinging back of her head that I
enjoy seeing so much, she also liked staring me down.  Watching my
expressions, licking her lips and generally enjoying herself and myself in
the simple action of corkscrewing her way down and up.  She must have
gotten a over-the-top preference for the more sensual from me.

   Balancing herself, she tried to maintain a constant rate of screwing.

   After a while, the blood started rushing to my head and I began to
understand why Charlie laid me up this way.  I told her I was about to come
when she pulled herself off me and threw her mouth around my cock,
swallowing it whole.  With a spasm, I filled her mouth with a decent size
of cum.  It wasn't as thick and big as the last one but it probably would
be the last for tonight.

   Charlie choked a little which worried me.  I got her a refill of her
glass of water as she had for me and just let her rest.  She didn't seem to
take too long before she got back in fighting shape, I wondered if she was
used to swallowing a load like this in the future and thus able to recover
so quickly and enthusiastically.

   I was playing with her dangly anklet when she decided to temp the
natural occurrence of things by telling me about the anklet.

   "I was about eight or so, and for my birthday you brought me to a
Father/Daughter Dance.  You laughed but I hated the dress you made me wear.
It was wonderful though, I think it was the first time I saw you as my
knight in shining armor.  Anyways, at the end of the night, you showed me
this.  You said that it was mine, but I couldn't wear it until I got
bigger. So when I did, I put it on and haven't taken it off since."

   "It's looks beautiful.  You look sort of sexy with it on."

   She laughed, "I know what you think, it's probably one of the few things
we agree on wholeheartedly.  Oh- I have a idea!"

   Charlie jumped up, "Turn away."

   I did as I told and rather quickly afterwards she turned me around and
showed me a pill.  She must of had me turn away so I didn't know where she
had gotten it from.

   "We still probably have a couple of hours before I leave but I want to
give you this a bit of a parting gift.  It makes you feel better."

   "I don't do drugs, so thanks but no."

   "Don't worry, it's a medical drug not recreational.  Medical science
continues to take leaps and bounds and this is a result.  It's small but it
makes you feel strong and wonderful- although I should say that some side
effects are feeling a bit tired and exhausted for the next couple of days.
But nothing major.  Just take it and we can get to sleep."

   I looked it over with skeptic thoughts.  How can it make me "strong and
wonderful" but also tired and exhausted?

   "Pretty please with a cherry on top?  I- I mean you won't regret it."

   I have raised a monster.  She is far to cute for me to ever truly resist
her charms.

   "And this won't hurt me?  Are you sure?"

   "I wouldn't give it to use otherwise, my darling daddy!"

   I took the pill, popped it in my mouth and took a swig of water that
Charlie hadn't finished.

   "All right, now let us just a couple more hours of sleep okay?"

   She pulled me back and before I knew it I was asleep.  It seemed like I
hardly hit the pillow before I slipped away.  I didn't think that it was
the pill but just the fact of the events that had occurred within the brief
window of time.  My daughter had certainly ran me rough.

   A few hours later, the sunshine was illuminating my room through the
window.  It was still early but having a biological clock like mine it
didn't matter.  Most often than not though, I woke up this early anyways.
The first thing I noticed though was a reaffirmation of a theory I had
always had, it was nice to wake up to someone laying next to me.

   Charlie tossed in her sleep and landed back on top of me.  Her arm
deliciously cradling me.  It probably didn't seem like much, but a idea did
come to me.  The idea that this truly may be daughter.  I had felt her toss
and turn just as I do, but to wake up and find her drooling in her sleep
like I do filled my heart with a indescribable warmth.

   But this morning something was different.  I felt fresh and rejuvenated.
I felt strong and like I could run a mile (if I could run a mile that is.)
But most notable was my cock!  That bitch drugged me.  I knew it.  I didn't
know how but I knew that my new erection was the direct result of taking
that damn pill hours prior.

   I looked down at it as if it was taunting me.  It was harder than it had
ever been before let alone after a night like that.

   "Charlie, wake up!  What the hell did you give?"

   "Hmm, what-"

   "Look at me, what was that pill last night?"

   Charlie smiled a beautiful and dreamily smile, "That."

   "B-w-why?

   "I thought since you were taking the long way around perhaps it wouldn't
hurt to...  you know, have one last go."

   She seemed to be nonchalant however, as she dived her head back into the
pillow.

   "I prefer your bed in the future," she remarked muzzled.

   "Well, I appreciate the thought but we can't, you seemed just as pooped
as I was a couple of hours ago..."

   Charlie rolled back over and looked at me with those beautiful eyes,
"Don't be fooled, daddy dearest.  I have a particularly high sexual
appetite.  You need not worry about me, I will be more than ready with a
little simulation."

   What have I done?  What have I created?  How in the world did I end up
raising such a manipulative nymphomaniac?

   Charlie pulled herself up and started kissing my shoulder.  My twice as
hard cock twitching as she rubbed my chest.

   I kissed her and sucked on her bottom lip.  She kissed me back, biting
and pulling on my bottom lip with a laugh.  It was pointless to argue the
matter.  The drug in my system electrified me all over.  I seemed to of
become extra sensitive.  A simple kiss and suck on my nipple was no longer
foreplay, but a means to send me completely over.  I wanted to cum but
couldn't.

   I could feel her warming up.  Her beautiful freckled body clinging and
wrapped around mine.  The dainty little alabaster legs rubbing against mine
sent shockwaves throughout my body.  I forced her onto her back and pulled
her legs apart and up.

   I looked down at her beautiful red pubic hair once more.  The last time
I may be seeing this in a long time.  My mouth dried as I stared but could
not move.  It was too beautiful.  A part of me didn't even want to corrupt
the masterpiece with my presence.

   Charlie tried to force her knees shut, "What are you staring at?"

   "I was just thinking, most people completely shave don't they?  So is
hairy back in or what?"

   Her face flushed as she tried to cover her face.  For the first time, I
got her embarrassed.

   "You asked me not to.  You said you couldn't tell me how to keep myself
since you have no right, but you asked to keep it nice and hairy.  You said
I look even more beautiful with a thick bush."

   I smiled at the obstructed face behind the hands, "I mean it you know?
You are the definition of beauty but just the sight of this turns me on
even more."

   She threw her hands down and yelled for me to stop.

   "Why should I?  I haven't seen you so embarrassed yet.  Anyways you
drugged me so I think I deserve something in return."

   I had to wedge her legs open before I could finally get her wide enough
to lick and tease her pussy properly.

   "You see it is like a wonder drug, um, what is it called here...  Viagra
on steroids.  The pill blocks chemicals in your body but also directs more
into your cock and for longer."

   "That's it?  I feel like a million dollars!"

   I continued to give my gorgeous little minx long licks and little licks.
I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and made her squeal in delight.

   "No, a- it also oh- it adds more testosterone into your body causing you
to feel more energetic and stronger."

   "All this in just a small little pill huh?  Isn't the future glorious?"

   "Mmmmm- clean off your desk there."

   I saluted her and jumped to it.  Even I know what the desk will be used
for.

   "Carry me and put me on top of it and I'll tell you the rest."

   I picked her up like a feather but just stood there with her in my arms.
I kissed her as she ran her hands through my hair.  Our tongues felt good
against the warmth of each other's mouth.  I almost felt bad about having
to put down on the table and fucking her hard...  almost.

   I placed her down on the desk and grabbed a pillow for her head.  She
instructed me next with what she thought would be best to do.  With her
legs stiff and standing vertical, but otherwise resting against my
shoulders, I poked myself between her legs as I lifted her bottom up into
the air.

   I felt invincible and more sensitive than ever.  My daughter's hot pussy
tightened around my cock, sucking it deep into her.

   "One more thing.  Umph, the pill also...  aww...  It speeds up sperm
production.  It takes 70 days to full maturity, ohh!  But the pill
instantly begins to manipulate your chemicals and rapidly makes more."

   Another side effect of the pill perhaps is the increase of sweat.  By
this point I was slamming my cock into my little future girl with a pace
and vigor that put last night to shame.  But it just seemed that even at
this rate my sweat may be too much.

   I really wasn't listening to Charlie at all, she was just babbling about
the future or something.  But when she said one thing in particular I
snapped back into reality.  She had really tricked me by having take that
pill, so I had her repeat it just to make.  [Moans omitted.]

   "The chemicals not only speed up production of the sperm but also
produces a stronger and more potent sperm as well.  Your..  erm..  baby
gravy will be thicker and more fertile than every before.  I always kept a
supply to give to you but you always seem to outsmart me and avoid it. 
There is no other explanation.  I just sort of figured that I must tell you
now."

   "So you are trying to get me to knock you up?  You little-"

   She smiled.  I couldn't figure out if she was lying or not, "Don't worry
about that.  We're safe." She probably was but I couldn't care less since I
was already in, hearing her moan and shiver as my cock hit right against
her G-spot.

   I quite liked this position.  I still don't know how I feel about having
my daughter teach me new positions or buying her a collection of Karma
Sutra books though, but maybe it won't be too bad.  She and I are obviously
putting them to good use.

   The pill she gave me seemed to work too well.  Charlie had her orgasm
but I still pounded away feeling nowhere closer to mine.

   Eventually after getting bored, I pulled her from the top of the desk.
Kissing her, sucking her nipples I rubbed her body sensually absorbing
every inch of her.

   I was able to get her down on her knees for a bit and had her suck me
off.  It was only a matter of time before I had to have her kiss it goodbye
before turning her around and fucked her hard from behind as she leaned on
the desk.

   Charlie now was dripping with sweat.  Her hair clung to her face as she
moaned out my name.  Hearing her call out to me as `Daddy' only made me
attack her harder and faster.

   This went for a while longer.  She was starting to get visibly
exhausted, panting, no longer capable of kissing me.  But luckily for her,
it wouldn't matter much longer as I finally was approaching my climax.

   Charlie laid sprawled on the bed with her arms and head hanging off to
exhausted to mutter a word.  And as I was just about to cum, I heard a
sound.

   I had to make a decision and quickly.  Should I risk it and cum in her
or should I take it out?  The strange sound was getting louder and louder.
It sounded like the dying wail of a dolphin, a eerie sound that sent
goosebumps up my shine.  Fuck it, I'll just cum in her and literally deal
with it later.

   Just as I began shooting my extremely and quite absurd volume of load, I
saw a ghastly sight.  The blue light.  Charlie could see it too.  It grew
and grew just as the times when I saw her in it.  But this time since she
is with me, the blue light just shimmied and waved emptily.  It almost
looked like a thin blue marble.

   I pulled Charlie up onto to the bed, "I take it this means you have to
leave?"

   She looked grave, "Yes."

   "Do you have time to..."

   "It will be alright....  as long as you help me."

   I laughed and nodded my head.  I left her there as I ran to get her some
water.  My legs felt like jelly, but shrugged it off.  The pill she had
tricked me into taking was still working, I still felt stronger and more
lively than ever.

   I found her socks and shirt and helped her get dressed.  She hung to me,
still too exhausted to even stand on her own.

   I should probably note that the pill did succeed in it's function.  She
tried to get me to allow as much in her as possible but she had quite the
creampie in her.  My load drowned her pussy, covering it in the sticky
gravy just as she had wanted.

   I tried supporting her up the best I could and began walking her to the
blue light.

   "You call this `The Tomorrow Window.' I think you got it from a book
somewhere but I'm not sure."

   I knew exactly what book she was referring too.

   Leaning her head on my shoulder she continued, "You see it's impossible
for different times to coexist with each other.  We are folding time
backwards allowing a passageway.  But because they can't coexist there is
this, think of it as a time barrier.  It's a thin time membrane, material
objects can cross over but time cannot.

   "You call it a window, because at first we didn't know we could cross
over.  The first attempt at using this, we peeked into the next day. 
Eventually, when we got more accustomed to it we discovered how to cross
over."

   "So, I wasn't your first attempt at time hopping?"

   "No.  I have previously went to see the dinosaurs, very briefly, and
once to see Marie Antoinette."

   "Marie Antoinette?"

   Charlie laughed, "Yes, Marie Antoinette and then I have been to two
different places with you."

   "Really, what?"

   "Caesar.  Julius Caesar.  It took us forever to find the appropriate
attire but we went to see Caesar's return to Rome from Egypt after chasing
Pompey down then hoped towards to March 15th 44 B.C."

   "Really, Caesars return!  Was Cleopatra truly a looker?"

   "You seemed to thought so."

   The both of us laughed, "And the last?"

   "You brought me to a soccer game in Germany."

   "I time traveled to a go to a soccer game?"

   "Yes, you said it was your favorite.  Let me see, what was it?  USA
versus Brazil, I think?  You thought it was quite a exciting game. 
Very.... Exhilarating.  Said it was the game that made you fall in love
with Women's soccer more than Men's."

   "Hmmm, I do remember that game.  About had a heart attack watching it. I
would like to see it again..."

   "Well, you will, just leave it.  Just do me a favor and do keep in
shape. You about had a heart attack watching it again!"

   The two of us stood in front of the blue light, `The Tomorrow Window.'

   "I guess this is goodbye."

   Charlie looked shocked, "Are you telling me that you don't believe that
I am your daughter now?"

   "No, I just mean...  goodbye and see you again."

   "See you ag- oh, I see.  I might be taking the short cuts while you be
going the long way but it will be worth it.  Every minute.  Just remember
that.  The future hinders on all of us.  Everyone of us matter, if the
slightest thing goes wrong the future will become beyond different, just
remember that.  I will be waiting..."

   Charlie walked towards the Window on her own volition now, smiling back
at me.  I was scared, I had never had anything to live for before today and
now I have this.  How could I cope now?  My daughter just came back to show
and tell me about what a great future lies ahead of me and now she is
leaving again.  I would try to do as she told me to and keep my faith but
it would be hard.  I don't think a day passed now where the world didn't
feel even lonelier, all because she wasn't there with me...  yet.

   Just as she was about to step through she stopped and turned back, "By
the way I lied," and just smiled.

   "Lied?"

   "Yeah, I'm not safe."

   And before I could say anything she just disappeared into the Tomorrow
Window.  She looked back again once she fully crossed over.  It looked just
like she did the first time just without the....

   The hat!  Christ!  How could I have forgotten the hat?

   I yelled for her to wait as I ran to my bookshelf to grab the beanie she
had taken off earlier last night, but it was of no use.  `The Tomorrow
Window' faded into oblivion as I stood there with the black beanie with the
two racing stripes on the side in my hand.  Did she realize that she had
left a artifact from the future?  Oh well, it's something I have to
remember to give her I guess.

   I thought, if this is still here tomorrow at least I know that means I
haven't gone crazy and actually spent the night with a time traveling
daughter from the future after all.  If this is still here tomorrow at
least I know what I am going to give my little girl for her first birthday
to keep until she needs it.



   FIN





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