Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Bobbi, Female, 40s

	- Companionship Provider

	- 5'5, 140lbs, neck-length medium brown hair

Day 1.009

I was so charged up by my sex with Bobbi the night before that the only thing I could think of the next day was returning to see her again. I went through the motions, slashed Curt's tires, and waited patiently for my daughter to call him and go to bed in frustration. As expected, the conversation with Bobbi was exactly the same, and I spent a very similar hour fucking her and cumming three times.

Instead of going straight to bed that night, as I had the night before, I sat up drinking coffee, wondering what might happen if I never went to sleep. I let the surreal situation play through my head.

What else could I do, I wondered. Two nights of fucking Bobbi had been great, but there were likely other options out there. So long as I slashed Curt's tires and ensured Tera went to bed, the night was mine.

Assuming, of course, that staying up didn't break the cycle and return me to my normal time progression. I paced around, a pot and a half of coffee in my system. I checked the clock which showed 4:30 AM. I was wired, no way I was going to sleep that night.

For two more hours, I pondered the possibilities, and the longer I went on, the loopier I got, and the more extreme some of my thoughts became. I could rob a bank! I could steal a Lamborghini! Run naked down the street jerking off! I wasn't terribly serious, but the fact that I would wake up and not face the consequences was playing fast and loose with my morals.

I thought a lot about sex. I admitted to myself many years ago that I did enjoy fantasizing about girls my daughter's age, some even younger. My cock stirred despite the three orgasms with Bobbi earlier that evening.

I could fuck underage girls!

Somewhere in that fantastic realization came a moral line in the sand. It had to be consensual. I wasn't going to rape anyone, no violence except in self-defense. Whatever other moral boundaries I crossed, I wasn't willing to cross that one, even if the girl would never remember it the next time I woke up. If I had the chance to fuck a young teen who was willing and eager, I'd do it. Otherwise, I was sure I could find plenty of other opportunities.

I started making plans. I knew where some of Tera's friends hung out, perhaps I could scout them soon. After fucking Bobbi again, of course.

I checked the clock again. 6:17 AM. It would be daylight in a couple of hours, I wondered nervously what might happen.

I shaved for the first time in days, cut my hair with an electric trimmer. I checked myself in the mirror, satisfied that I was cleaned up fully. I went back down, made another pot of coffee, mind set on staying awake.

I raced on in my head, thought about Tera's friend Abigail, a tall blonde who was on the track team. She'd smiled at me a couple of times, I wondered if there was any chance I could talk her into fucking me.

Then there was Uni, the delicate, pale Japanese girl who had come over a few times. Despite there being no dress code at the high school, she usually wore the standard Japanese schoolgirl skirts. I'd always found that so sexy. Karen had even dressed up like that for me a few times, early in our relationship.

Perhaps Bree, the short nerdy girl who wore glasses and looked like a budding librarian? Surely she had some dark fantasies that included fucking her friend's father. The clock showed 6:59 AM as the arousing thoughts played through my mind.

I found myself jerking off on the couch, my eyes closed, imagining Bree's legs parting and showing me her...

Day 1.010

“Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl...”

“That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap from 1968. One that takes us all back to the days when rock was young, and we were, too. Coming up, a classic from Buddy Holly... First, though, we've got an update on the fire down in the valley. Barbara, what do you have for us this Friday evening?”

“Good evening, Mike. The fire which started late Wednesday night has grown to cover over three thousand acres and is threatening dozens of homes just North of...”

I hit the button mechanically on the first try, my movement automatically missing the glass of water nearby. I'd fallen asleep. I tried to remember what happened. I'd been jerking off, wired, not sleepy at all. Fuck. I wondered if 7AM was an automatic cutoff or if I'd somehow, despite the bucket of coffee in my system, actually fallen asleep.

It was a bit frustrating, but I recalled the fantasies I'd had about Bree and the others, felt my cock rise halfway in response. I pushed that aside, knew I was going to visit Bobbi again that night. I scratched my beard.

My beard!

I'd shaved it the night before. I raced to the bathroom, looked in the mirror. My beard was scraggly and my hair wavy and unkempt. It was frustrating. I never expected my body would reset that way. I wondered just how far it would go. I decided to test it that night.

I went downstairs in my boxers. Tera was leaning against the counter, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties.

She stared at me a moment, eyebrows rising as she looked down at my groin. “Jesus, Dad. Thinking of someone special?”

“Huh?” was all I could respond.

“You're pointing at me.”

I looked down, saw my penis erect and sticking out of my boxers. “Oh... Christ.” I pulled my cock back inside, tried to hide my embarrassment. I looked at Tera again, said, “sorry.”

She laughed, said, “not sorry enough to not do it again.” Her eyes were back on my crotch.

My cock was back out and once more pointing at my daughter. I ran up the steps and put on a shirt and slacks, came down just in time to see Tera walking up the steps to put on her dress.

I raced to slash Curt's tires and went through the motions until my daughter was sullen and disappointed in her room. I called Bobbi, shaved, and grabbed the cash before spending another night fucking her in several new positions.

Once home, I debated testing the 7AM mark again. I decided that I needed to know and put on the coffee. I fantasized several times about a great many of the women and teens I knew and found attractive, started to triage them into groups of those most likely to fuck me with one night's effort. I relished the challenge of the limitations I faced. Whatever I did, I had to convince them to have consensual sex with me by at least 6AM, assuming one hour later was the hard line.

I jerked off at 4:30, proved that that was not the trigger. My weak fourth orgasm of the night was spent on my boxers. I hoped Tera didn't come down and see me like that, but I heard nothing from her room.

I needed to test the hypothesis that no matter what I did to my body, I'd be restored to the same condition the next day. If the 7AM limit held true, it would be good to know just how far things could go and still come back from it.

I started small, dragging a knife across my arm. I stung like hell, left an angry red welt. It took long minutes to dry the blood and stop its flow. There was no doubt that would be good enough to test things.

At 6:59 I was on my feet, doing my best to pace around, holding a wet cloth over my cut, certain that this time I would...

Day 1.011

“Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl...”

“That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and...”

I stopped the alarm before it went any further. I let out a long breath. It seemed that 7AM was the limit. I'd been standing and walking around and then... nothing. Whatever was going on, I couldn't seem to go past that mark.

There was a certain claustrophobia to that understanding. My life would be forever stuck in the same thirteen-and-a-half hours of the same Friday night and early Saturday morning. Over and over, the days of my life would play out with no one else moving on, everything resetting back to the same point each time.

I checked my arm. Unmarked skin showed no wound. I checked both, just in case I had forgotten which I'd scarred. No cut was on either. My flesh had been restored to the same point as it started every evening.

The implications of that were huge. I thought of Bobbi. She was a sexual provider. She required condoms for a reason. If an angry cut would go away, I doubted I had to worry about sexually-transmitted diseases. Whatever she had, I might get it that night, but I'd be back to normal the next day.

I went down to the kitchen in my boxers. Tera was leaning against the counter, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties.

She stared at me a moment, eyes rising as she looked down at my groin. “Jesus, Dad. Thinking of someone special?”

I guess I was once more exposing my penis to my daughter. “Just you, honey.”

“I feel so loved.” She mocked me with a feigned swoon. “Well, put it away. Curt will be here before long. Don't need him knowing you're a perv.”

I laughed, tucked my cock more carefully this time, and waited until she was in her room. Tires slashed and Tera in her room, I booked my appointment with Bobbi and got ready. I grabbed the roll of hundred-dollar bills from my dresser. I had four grand saved up there, and I was eager to see if Bobbi would break her rules for enough cash. It wasn't a judgement of her, just that I suspected that most anyone would take a risk if the immediate reward was substantial enough.

I pulled in to the hotel and texted Bobbi. I was up at her door yet again. I knocked three times softly.

A moment later and the door opened, the short, curvy brunette smiling at me, wearing only a silky robe. She closed the door behind me as I stepped in, said, “hi, I'm Bobbi.”

“Quinn.”

“Quinn, Frank, whatever you want me to call you. Care for a drink?”

“Love one.”

“Rum and coke okay?”

“Sure.”

“Have a seat on the couch and we'll talk.”

Bobbi made us drinks and I slipped $200 onto the coffee table. I'd done this several times already, was somewhat amused to know how it would play out each time. She sat beside me, put the cash in a small pouch at her feet.

“So, Quinn. What are you interested in doing?”

“GFE sounds good, sex...”

“Great. Why don't you lean back, let me get you started.” I leaned back and she straddled my hips, brought her lips to mine. We kissed a moment, Bobbi's moderate-sized breasts pressed against me, her nipples hard under the robe. She ran her hands over my head, down my neck, and back up again.

I was beginning to believe that Bobbi actually enjoyed her work. I'd analyzed each time since the first, looking for tells that she was bored or otherwise disinterested. Her body flushed each time, goosebumps, her nipples and clit hard. I suspected she got off on being a good provider.

Bobbi started whispering in my ear, “mmm... you feel so good... I'm getting wet just kissing you...” She became passionate, playful, running her hands to her breasts and holding them as her lips slid to my neck and shoulders. “Oh, Quinn... mmm... yes, touch me there...”

I had slid my hands to her back and then down to her ass. She moaned into my chest as I squeezed her ass cheeks. She wore no panties, and I swept my fingers through her crack, grazing her bald pussy. She moaned again, started to rock on my lap. She kissed my lips again, her tongue twirling mine, her body moving with mine.

I grew stiff and pressed against Bobbi's inner thigh. Her hand drifted down, took my penis in her hand, and stroked it slowly. She whispered, “I bet you want to put that inside me...”

“God, yes...”

She reached over to a bag sitting on the next cushion and pulled out a condom. Without breaking our kiss, she somehow tore open the wrapper with one hand.

“Bareback.”

Bobbi paused. “Sorry, Hon. Condom required.”

“Bareback. There's another grand in it for bareback.”

She hesitated, shook her head. “Sorry. Not about the money. I'm sure you understand.”

“Two grand. And I want anal.”

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

Before she could respond, I slipped my hand into my pocket, pulled out the remainder of the four thousand dollars. “Four grand, bareback, anal, and I can cum anywhere I want.”

The minute she looked at the money I knew she was sold. Still, she hesitated, my cock still throbbing against her thigh.

“Promise me you're clean.”

“As a whistle.”

“I'm serious. I'm breaking all the rules that keep me safe. I'd be lying if that wouldn't help me pay for my daughter's doctor bills...”

“Take the cash. Relax. I'm clean, completely. How about you enjoy being fucked bareback for a while.”

I saw her soften, the cash in her hand. She stepped off me, pushed it into a bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I suspected she'd hid it somewhere, expecting I would steal it back once we were through.

“So... Mr. Bareback... you win. What is it you want.”

“Pick up where you left off. I still want the girlfriend experience, I just want to feel you without the condom.”

She ran her hands on my thigh a moment, seemed to gather herself, and straddled me again. This time, she stroked my cock back to hardness and pressed it against her labia. Bobbi sank down and my uncovered cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

It was all about me that night. Bobbi rode me with the same passion she'd showed several times before, but there were signs that even she could feel an improvement. Her moans were just a bit louder, her body shuddered where before it lightly shook. Unlike the other times, Bobbi came riding my cock.

I unloaded into her vagina, forceful sperm flooding her. “I'm cumming in you, Bobbi. I'm cumming in your pussy,” I whispered in her ear as my orgasm crashed into me, semen rushing into her body and leaking down my shaft. “Mmmm... that felt great, Bobbi. Your pussy is so hot...”

She was dazed, clearly not used to the sensation, probably not used to being so turned on by such a risky act. I pushed her off me gently and made her kneel. She sucked my cock and cleaned the sperm off my balls. I buzzed and reached for my drink, downing the rum and coke, feeling more alive than I had in years.

I made her stand up, asked, “do you need lube?” I knew she understood that I was about to fuck her ass.

“Just spit on it good. Open me up a little.”

I knelt and sniffed her asshole. It smelled clean, like soap, and pungent, like the sperm and pussy juice which had drooled over it. I lapped her anus, pushed cum and saliva into her rectum. Bobbi moaned as I rimmed her, my cock rising again and looking for a tighter hole this time.

Satisfied that her butthole was well lubed, I held Bobbi's waist with one hand and pressed the tip of my cock against her slimy anus. She groaned as I pushed in. Bobbi's bowels were tender and raw, fiery on my length. I sank my entire length in before she sounded uncomfortable, and even then, she didn't resist the sodomy. Bobbi clearly had experience taking it up the ass, but likely, it usually involved a condom.

I started humping her tight hole, Bobbi grunting with each thrust. I worked up a sweat as I got faster and faster. Her asshole loosened slightly, took the penetration more easily. I pulled out of her ass, watched it gape, red and swollen, slowly closing. I plunged back in and Bobbi cried out in discomfort but didn't make me stop. I pulled out again, watched her gape once more.

This time, however, instead of penetrating her butthole, I slipped into her cunt. I expected Bobbi to stop me, tell me how risky it was to go from her ass to her pussy. Instead, she moaned, her fingers suddenly flying over her clit. I fucked her pussy hard a moment, went back to her ass.

Bobbi came hard as my cock swelled in her rectum. She cried out, climaxing strongly, her body writhing, taking my pounding like a pro. I thrust three... more... times, and unloaded inside her bowels, spewing my thick seed deep in her guts. I continued to fuck Bobbi's ass long after I stopped cumming, churning the jism into a light-brown froth around her anus.

My cock felt sore, bruised. A glance at the clock said my hour was up. I pulled out of Bobbi's ass, watched it gape, an angry dark red surrounding a steady stream of dirty semen. I flopped on the couch.

Bobbi stayed bent over a moment before finally righting herself. I wondered if she'd be mad, angry that I'd taken my requests to such extremes. Instead, she brought her mouth to mine and gave me a girlfriend-like kiss that lasted another ten minutes. She never said it, but I think Bobbi enjoyed the experience, despite the risks.

To top it off, she eyed my flaccid cock as she pulled away, the mess from the anal creampie coating it. She stroked it a couple of times and I started to harden. Bobbi dropped to her knees, sucked my cock, and cleaned off the slimy mess as if she couldn't get enough. Ten minutes later, I shot a small third load into her mouth.

This time, unlike all the others, she swallowed it.

It was her turn to flop on the couch. Bobbi was worn out.

I kissed her cheek, and she smiled at me, thanked me for visiting her. As I turned to leave, I saw Bobbi heading off to the bathroom where I suspected she'd be cleaning herself up and counting again the cash which had paid to break her rules.

- - -

My cock was very sore when I eased into the house. I listened a moment, like I always did, to see if Tera was up. I heard nothing, went inside, and made a pot of coffee. I wasn't really going to stay up all night, I had all the evidence I needed to know about the morning cutoff for my day. It was habit, I suppose, to drink coffee and think about the possibilities ahead of me.

I stripped off my clothes, just my boxers remained. I could still smell wet pussy and anal sex on me, smiled at the thought that I didn't need to shower to wake up fresh the next day. I turned to sit my coffee on the table, dropped the cup, watched it shatter all over the kitchen floor.

I mopped up the coffee and swept up the broken pieces before pouring a fresh one and plopping down on the couch.

I heard footsteps before I saw Tera descend the stairs. “Hey, Dad,” she said sleepily, “what was that?” She wore a long t-shirt which fell down to her knees.

“Uh. Nothing. Dropped a cup and broke it. Uh... how are you, Sweetie?”

She turned at the bottom of the stairs and sat down heavily beside me. “Alright. Just frustrated.” A new scent hit my nose, only there a moment, but it was gone before I could identify it.

Tera's copper-red hair was a mess, tangled and shifted to one side. I'd always loved Tera's hair. It was one of the most beautiful things about her mother. No one forgot that hair. The natural, bright orange and red highlights danced with darker coppers in a way I'd never seen on anyone else. I flashed to the times I'd seen Tera's fiery pubic hair through her panties, tried my best to force that away before I lingered too long.

Tera's nose wrinkled, her eyes blinked. “Dad... what is that smell?”

Fuck. The smell from my groin was ripe with pussy and anal sex, and my daughter was getting two nostrils full. “Uh... I... just... need to shower, Sweetie. Sorry.”

She sniffed again, asked, “yeah, you do. Cheap whore or barfly?”

“What?”

“Come on, Dad. I'm not stupid. Which was it, cheap whore or barfly?”

“Uh...” I really had no idea what to tell her. “Neither... actually.”

She shrugged, her forehead drawn up, “well, whoever it was, hope she's better to you than Mom. How long's it been, Dad?”

“How long for what?”

“Since you were with a woman.”

“Oh...” My daughter was too smart for her own good. “Until tonight... over two years...”

“Damn. Well... congrats, I guess.”

She actually looked hurt, pouting. She crossed her legs, and a second later I caught that smell again. Tera's pussy! She smelled wet, aroused. I was incredibly confused, not wanting to know what my daughter's genitals smelled like, not wanting the images that followed those odors. It was gone again quickly, and I was thankful.

“You're doing it again.”

“Doing what,” I squeaked.

“Pointing at me.”

I looked down to see my penis hard and pushed out of the hole in my boxers. I covered it with my hands, pulled a pillow over it quickly. “I... uh...”

“Ok, ok... I guess she must have been better than a cheap whore, maybe more classy than a barfly if it got you going just talking about it.”

I was swimming in confusion. Tera's scent, getting hard from smelling her. I didn't want that at all. I tried to think of baseball and my Grandma Bernice, found that helped things greatly.

She yawned, stretched. “Ok, well... see you in the morning dad. We still going to the lake tomorrow?”

“Y-yeah.” Tomorrow. Like there'd be a tomorrow. “Sure, just like we planned.”

Tera smiled, her copper hair swishing as she leaned forward and pecked my cheek. The smell of her body wafted to my nose again and I shuddered. “Goodnight, Dad.”

I stammered, “g-goodnight, Tera.”

I forced myself to stare at my feet to avoid watching her walk away.

Her bedroom door closed and I sat swimming in confusing thoughts. I'd been aroused by my daughter's personal aroma. I knew it was her pussy, that she'd been wet. Had she been masturbating? I felt certain she did it, but I'd never heard or seen her in the act, thankfully. I generally tried to give her privacy whenever she was in her room, I expected she played with herself like any other normal teenager, I just didn't want to know about it.

Smelling her had triggered something deep inside me. An urge. A need. A desire. I couldn't put my finger on it. Tried to force whatever it was back where it came from. But the seed was planted. I could feel it. I rose and went to bed, suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed.