Storiesonline.net ------- My Reward by Azil Copyright© 1999 by Azil ------- Description: Our hero gets incredible power from helping an entity, and he goes on to make all his fantasies come true. Codes: MF Mf mF ff gi cons non-con pedo mc inc fath dau safe anal ------- ------- © Copyright 1998-2001 Notes: One of my favorite stories in this genre is The Reward by W.G. After a start which I thoroughly enjoyed, however, Mr. G. took the story in a direction I enjoyed less. Not that I'm complaining (much) -- it's his story to take in the direction he wants. I decided, however, to take the basic theme of his story -- the rescue of an entity trapped within the earth wins a guy practically unlimited powers, which he uses to satisfy himself sexually (how else?) - and take it in a different direction. By the way, this is a long story -- it will probably end up in the 150,000 word range (maybe more), so don't expect it to start off with a bang (literally or figuratively). I have to set the stage a bit. Nobody gets fucked for the first ten pages or so. ------- Disclaimers This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. ------- Chapter 1: The Voice You would be thoroughly shocked if I told you (in fact, you would be waiting to hear the punch-line), that I am a 52-year-old male who lives in the suburbs of Phoenix in a rather pleasant but by no means ostentatious house in an unremarkable upper-middle class subdivision. The reason you would be shocked if I told you this (whereas you are, obviously, not shocked in reading it) is because if I told you, you would be looking at a 22-year-old male who lives in a palatial beachfront home near San Juan Capistrano. Or perhaps you might be looking at me in another form. You see, I can be whomever or whatever I want. A couple years ago, when I (my name is Tom Mallory, by the way) was 50, reasonably happy, enjoying a reasonably successful career in advertising, and a reasonably successful marriage with two reasonably well-adjusted children, a totally unreasonable thing happened to me. It was Memorial Day weekend. School was just out and my wife had taken the kids over to visit her parents in San Diego. I was supposed to go along, but a crisis came up at the office and it looked like we were about to lose our biggest account unless we all worked all weekend to fix it. So Chris, justifiably grumbling, took off on Friday morning in the minivan with the kids, while I headed into the office sweating bullets about a halfwitted client who loved to make mountains out of molehills, but who also paid his very large bills on time. By midafternoon, the huge crisis had blown over, everybody was all smiles (though some of the smiles on our side of the table were a bit forced) and the client was leaving the office telling us to enjoy our weekend and saying that he was heading for his cabin in the White Mountains. Most of us had canceled our weekend plans because of this jerk and there were the usual suggestions that we take up a collection to hire a hit man. As we all calmed down, we tried to straighten out our plans. I assuaged feelings by suggesting we close the office early, and ten minutes later the place was deserted. I tried to make plane reservations over to San Diego, but everything was booked. I didn't feel like driving alone, so I blew it off and decided to settle in for a long weekend alone. Actually, I wasn't all that upset. I love my family but, like most men, I enjoy a little private time occasionally. On Saturday, just after noon, after doing some long-neglected chores around the house, I decided to combine two of my pleasures -- wandering in the desert and writing. I had been working, off and on, on a novel for the past several months, and decided that this was a good opportunity to finish it off. And I'd finish it on my laptop at my favorite secluded spot in the desert. I made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (my culinary specialty and, luckily, my favorite food), grabbed a few Pepsis out the refrigerator, and in forty-five minutes was perched on a comfortable shady spot on a small rise in a neglected but not too remote section of the Reservation. I opened a Pepsi, turned on my laptop and opened the file for my novel. I had only typed about three sentences, however, when the screen went blank, then flickered a couple times. Uh-oh, I thought, dead laptop. I was just beginning to think about the warranty, when a message came on the screen: "Bring your device to the cave 50 yards to the west." Now I've seen many weird error messages from Microsoft, but this was strange even by their standards. I was just wondering what was meant by "device" (presumably the computer) when the message came on again and began flashing in red letters. I decided to walk west and see what was over there. I was also trying to figure out if this was a joke, and if so who could have programmed this sort of weirdness into my laptop. I walked what I thought was about 50 yards in the direction that I figured was pretty much due west (I washed out of Boy Scouts) and looked around. My laptop (I had carried it with me) started beeping, even though I had turned it off, and then a voice came through it: "Ten yards to your right." I wasn't really scared -- I couldn't imagine anyone was doing something to try to hurt me -- but I was getting a little annoyed with the joke, and very curious to know what the point of it was. I walked to my right and, sure enough, there was a little cave. Really little more than an indentation in the rock, probably caused by erosion when this was a sea millennia ago, it was about ten feet deep and about five feet high and wide. I stooped down to enter, and suddenly The Voice (for lack of a better term) spoke to me: "It is good you are here. I have waited more than ten thousand years to be released. I must use your device." "Uh-huh," I answered, looking around for the microphone. "Well, who are you, and what's going on here?" "I have no time for explanations. I am a prisoner in this rock, but your device has the power to release me. I must use it." And then what looked like an arc of electricity ran between the rock and my laptop, and the damn thing sparked and heated. I dropped it. The Voice said, "You will receive your reward." And then he/she/it was gone. I don't know how I knew it was gone, because it had never really been there -- in any normal sense. But it no longer spoke and somehow I knew it had left. I did consider for a few minutes whether I had imagined the whole thing, but I'm not a particularly fanciful person, and certainly I would never imagine anything like this. Besides, there was my laptop. I picked it up and tried to turn it on, but I knew it was fried. Literally. The plastic had melted in a couple places. Two months old -- three grand down the drain. I assumed it was some kind of trick, but I couldn't think of anyone I knew who would engage in that kind of game -- much less be able to pull it off. Whoever it was, though, owed me $3,000. Well, I thought to myself as I got back to my car, at least The Voice said I was going to get a reward. I wondered if the "reward" would be the punchline to the joke. Of course, I said to myself, if the whole thing wasn't a joke, maybe I was about to get a bunch of money. Right. "How much?" I looked around. No one was there. Maybe I was losing my mind. "What's going on?" I thought. "I need to know how much money you want," came back the answer. I sat down. This was getting a little weird. Correction: A lot weird. "Who are you?" I asked aloud. "I am your reward," was the answer. "I don't have a name, unless you wish to give me one. Perhaps you could call me Reward, until you determine my name. The Voice, as I believe you think of it, has installed me in your mind to coordinate the fulfillment of your desires." "So you want to give me money?" I asked. "How much can I have?" I tried to avoid licking my lips in anticipation. Had I just hit the lottery? I looked around, although the voice did seem to be coming from inside my head. I also felt a bit foolish because I was almost starting to believe in what seemed to be happening. "As much as you want. I am instructed to tell you that I am to fulfill any request you make, and to anticipate your needs and wishes as much as possible. I have a few limitations -- I can't destroy the earth, nor can I kill so many people that life on earth would be endangered." "I think I can live with those restrictions," I replied. "So is this a genie in the bottle thing -- I get three wishes?" "No," Reward answered, "there are no restrictions on the number of wishes, nor a timeframe. I will be with you forever." "The rest of my life, huh?" "When do you wish to die?" asked Reward. I put the key in and drove off. This needed thought. ------- I mentioned some "reasonablies" earlier. I should probably add here that I had been a reasonably faithful husband. In the course of a twenty year marriage I had twice, while on extended business trips, had sex with a prostitute. In both cases it was more a matter of curiosity and boredom than lust. It was also, in both cases, rather unsatisfying. That is not to say, however, that I was without my fantasies. I had the usual quota of dreams of beautiful and submissive young women living only to fulfill my every desire. Sometimes these dreams might be accompanied by masturbation, other times they might accompany sex with my wife. My wife, a delightful person with whom I was, am, and presumably always will be very much in love, is somewhat repressed sexually. I've given up trying to get her to experiment -- when you have 99% of what you need to be happy, there's no point in risking it to get the other 1%. But now... with money apparently not a problem, assuming still that I wasn't hallucinating or being hoaxed, my thoughts turned to sex. How could I work this out so I could have all the sex I ever wanted, without screwing up my marriage? Before I went too far down that path, I realized a test might be in order. "Reward..." I said. Then there was a small pile of money on the seat next to me. I had been about to say "... give me $10,000 in twenties." I pulled over. I started to count, then realized there was no need. There was a bunch of money there, it was real, and if Reward could put the money there, he (for lack of a better pronoun) wasn't likely to short me a couple hundred. I had almost asked for billions, then realized that there wasn't room in the car for several billion dollars and me. Now I realized that I didn't need billions as long as I could have more whenever I wanted it. All I needed to ask for was that there would always be enough money in my pocket to pay for what I wanted. I started to ask Reward if he could do that, but before I could he replied. "Yes." "Out of curiosity..." I began, planning to ask him how he did it, when he replied "You are capable of manipulating matter and dimensions." "I am?" I asked. "Yes," he answered. "I am merely an interface for your powers." Hmmm. My thoughts, not surprisingly, returned to sex. I was thinking about asking for a nice juicy 18-year-old, when suddenly there was one on the seat next to me. She had on a crop top, displaying a gorgeous flat belly, and cutoffs that couldn't have been any tighter if they were skin. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. Just the way I had envisioned her. She squirmed in the seat, and lifted her delicious butt. "Man," she said, as she reached under herself to clear the debris of my previous wish, "where'd all this money come from?" Now she looked over at me. "Where're we going?" This was too crazy. I wished she wasn't there. She wasn't. "Reward," I said quickly, "don't interrupt me. Please, from now on, don't anticipate -- wait until I've thought things through and made a definite decision before you do anything, okay?" "Of course," he replied. He sounded slightly hurt. "I appreciate the girl," I said, trying to patch his feelings. "I just wasn't ready for her." I thought some more. "I want you to anticipate emergencies," I said. "Like if I were about to be in a car accident, or someone wanted to hurt me, take care of the situation before it can happen. But if there's no need for a quick decision, let me think about it." "Yes, sir," he answered, sounding a bit mollified. As I drove into town, I began to think about the girl again. She was exactly my conception of the perfect teen. I asked Reward if she was real. "It depends on your definition of real," he answered. "She was made of the same materials as a human being, she had feelings and thoughts, but she had no existence outside your awareness. She had no past, and she ceased to exist once you asked me to remove her." I didn't know if I liked the idea of having sex with women who didn't really exist -- although some benefits were readily apparent. I decided to suspend judgment until I had tried it. Meanwhile I asked, "What about real people -- real in the sense of having a past, present, and future?" "What about them?" was the reasonable reply. I was a bit embarrassed to spell out my question, but then realized that I was, in effect, talking to myself. "I mean, if I want to have sex with a real woman, can I?" "Of course. Who do you want?' I didn't know yet, but I had a feeling I would pretty soon. ------- Chapter 2: Getting Lucky at 7-11 We (meaning Reward and I) had arrived back in a built-up area near my home. I pulled into a convenience store to get a Pepsi (I had been in such a fog that I'd left my lunch back in the desert). Then I realized that I could have just asked Reward to give me one. I shrugged -- this was going to take some getting used to. As I paid (I asked Reward if he could make me invisible so that I could steal the Pepsi, and he said he could, but I paid anyway with one of my new twenties), I saw a teenage couple enter the store. She was a beauty, somewhat similar to the image of perfection I had chased out of my car, though taller and a lot bustier (my tastes run to petites). She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Though she was neat (by teen standards -- which of course allow for tatteredness) her boyfriend was rather scroungy looking. She appeared to be about 18, he was probably about 21. As I went back to my car, I watched them through the window. He went to the beer cooler. "How do I get her?" I asked Reward as I sipped my drink. "Just ask." "But what about him?" I asked. "Isn't there going to be trouble if she just gets in my car?" I was still feeling my way with this. I knew the answer before Reward said it. "You can make him forget her." I reflected that the girl's mother would probably thank me if I made her forget him. Then I laughed. She wouldn't thank me for anything else I was thinking about. I told Reward to get her for me. At that moment, they had been walking toward the checkout counter, him carrying a 12-pack of Bud. As he stepped into line, she walked on through the door toward my car. He merely glanced at her as a guy would at any pretty girl. I shoved the $9,980 under the seat. She opened the car door and sat down beside me, giving me a lovely smile. "Hi," she said, reaching out to shake hands. "My name's Lisa. I just decided I don't like my boyfriend any more. Can I come with you?" She said this like it was the most ordinary sentence she had ever uttered. "Sure," I replied, shaking her hand. "I was just going home." "Great," she answered, settling into the seat as we drove off. I noticed her ex-boyfriend getting into his car without a glance in our direction. "What's your name?" On the way to my house, just a few blocks away, she told me about herself. I realized after a few moments that I wanted her to do this, but hadn't asked. Reward was still doing some anticipating, I realized, but it was of a low-key kind that I didn't mind. She said she had just graduated from the public high school nearby, and that she had turned eighteen the previous week ("good," I thought, "not jailbail", then realized it didn't matter). The boyfriend was a guy she had met at a party a couple weeks ago. They were on their way to another small party at a friend's house. "I haven't had sex with him yet," she said, blushing slightly. I was shocked at her words. Then I remembered that she was just telling me what I wanted to know, and I could see by looking at her that she was more surprised than I was that she'd said something like that to a stranger. But she went on. "I'm sure he thought he was going to get me into bed today, but he wouldn't have. I've only had sex with one guy, my old boyfriend, and only a couple times with him -- then he got real demanding, he started wanting it all the time, and he wanted me to suck him. I don't like that." I just nodded a couple times to show I was listening. What I was thinking about was that this was amazing. Anybody would tell me anything I wanted to know. My kids, my wife, my business partners, my clients. Interesting possibilities. We got to my house. Like I said, it's a nice house in a nice subdivision. Four bedrooms, about 2500 square feet, all on one level. Fake stucco and red-orange tile roof, as is so popular in Phoenix. A fair sized yard and pool. A standard upper-middle class home. I looked at it with new eyes. Maybe I should get a mansion on Camelback Mountain. But I decided to think about that later. All the way home, as I listened to Lisa, I had kept looking over at her and thinking. Well, you know what I was thinking, and as I pulled into the garage, I started thinking about it more. After I parked, I turned to Lisa and said... Actually, I didn't say anything, because when I turned to her I was momentarily speechless. I was 50 years old, and I was about to bring a beautiful 18-year-old into my house to fuck her. I hadn't done anything like this in twenty years -- I'd forgotten how. I stammered a bit, as she looked at me with a patient, somewhat bemused, expression. Then I remembered to ask Reward to help me out. I suggested we go inside, and she followed me. As we did I quickly made up a scenario -- I asked Reward to make her think I was the handsomest, sexiest guy she had ever met, that she had fallen in love at first sight, but that she thought I thought of her just as a friend, so she needed to do something to get me interested in her sexually. When Reward told me he understood, as we entered the family room, I said "Lisa, why don't we check the TV, I think the Suns are playing." "That's a great idea, Tom," she said, flashing a smile that lit the whole room. I was so disoriented, I didn't remember until I turned on the TV that the Suns had been eliminated the weekend before. But neither of us cared. I could have told her that I wanted to show her my crematorium and she would have said, "That's a great idea, Tom," or something like it. As we crossed the family room, I noticed that her hips, encased in sausage-tight jeans, swayed a bit more than they had at the convenience store. She chose a spot in the middle of the couch, so that I'd have to sit next to her. Darn. To make things more interesting, I sat in the corner of the couch as far from her as possible, and picked up the remote. I found a documentary on Hitler on the Learning Channel (what would educational channels do without Adolf?) "Are you interested in history, Lisa?" "A little bit," she answered, obviously lying. "I'm fascinated by it," I said. Which was true -- though I've about had my fill of Hitler documentaries. "One of the things I like about older men is that they're so much more serious than guys my age." I grinned at her. I was loving this. She moved a bit closer to me. She also leaned a bit. Her top was not terrifically low-cut, but the leaning showed a bit of cleavage. "I'm really glad you invited me here, Tom, so we can get to know each other better." "You know," I replied, turning away from the TV, "I think that's a good idea, too." Her face lit up. "Do you really?" she asked excitedly. "You probably think girls my age are stupid and immature, but I think if you get to know me you'll find that's not true." She moved a bit closer, so our legs were touching. "I don't think you're immature at all," I answered gallantly (while subtly avoiding committing myself on the "stupid" part). "Really?" she asked. She put her hand on mine, which happened to be resting on the upper part of my thigh. "I think we could become very special to one another, if we gave ourselves the chance." It was amazing -- her dialog was straight out of the romance novels that were probably her favorite reading. But I didn't care, I was having a great time. And now that the preliminaries were out of the way I had recovered some of my self-confidence. Long-lost memories about how this sort of thing was handled flooded back. I leaned slightly toward her and we kissed softly, just lips. "Oh, Tom," she sighed as our lips parted and she put her head on my shoulder, "I was hoping you felt that way toward me. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you at the store. I've never felt this way before." I turned her face toward me and kissed her again. She opened her mouth submissively to allow my tongue to enter. She held back her tongue for a moment, then gently we touched tips. She sighed deeply as she broke off the kiss, repeating my name over and over, then kissing my neck and licking at my ears. Her free hand began rubbing my crotch. She took her tongue out of my ear to softly say "Tom, I know you're going to think I'm a terrible person, acting like this with a guy I've just met. I've never done this sort of thing before, really, but I've never felt this way about anybody." I had to say something, so I said "I love you too, Lisa." As Juliet says in Romeo and Juliet: "At lover's lies they say Jove laughs." Or something like that. She melted. There's no other word for it. She sighed deeply and leaned back against the cushions in a posture that said "take me" loud and clear. So I did. I leaned forward and kissed her, grasping one of her breasts. It was even bigger than I had thought, but firm. I wasn't particularly gentle with her. I'd been thinking about sex for the last hour or so and was pretty horny. I just wanted to fuck without a lot of preliminaries. There'd be time for gentler stuff later. I felt a little guilty about taking that approach toward sex though. I'm not a terribly selfish lover usually, so I instructed Reward to make sure her sexual mood matched mine. Instantly she heated up and began breathing hard, her hand rubbing my crotch with urgency. I squeezed her breast harder, then began pulling her t-shirt out of her jeans. She helped me pull it off, then unclasped her own bra, setting loose two of the biggest firm and real tits I've ever seen. I'm no expert on bra sizes, but she was at least a D, maybe DD, with very little sag. Her nipples were large and were sticking straight out. She rubbed her tits and touched the nipples, shivering slightly as she did. They looked sensitive. "Most guys really like my boobs," she said in classic understatement. "I really hope you do." "I love them," I said, proving it by taking one in each hand, and then clasping my mouth firmly on the right one. I sucked like a vacuum cleaner and she yelped in delight. Then I sucked the left one, meanwhile unbuttoning her pants. I wasn't forgetting my goal -- I wasn't here to suck tits, however large, I was here to fuck. She leaned back to let me get at the button and zipper, then lifted her ass to help me pull them down. She was in as big a hurry as I was. As soon as her pants were off I ran my hands down her long, strong legs, then up to the crotch of her panties. I felt her pussy through the white satin fabric, already soaked in her juices. "You're ready, aren't you?" I said. "Totally ready," she answered, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them and my underwear down at the same time. My cock sprang out at her and she grabbed it and had it in her mouth in one motion. She sucked hard, though not expertly, and played with my balls with one hand, while she fondled my ass with the other. Meanwhile I took off my shirt. It wasn't the worst blowjob I've ever had (most of my wife's are worse), but again, I wasn't interested in blowjobs at the moment. When my shirt was off I pushed her back gently on the couch, pulled off her panties, and spread her legs open. She opened them wide and I looked down into her pussy. It was a nice one, somewhat smaller than I would have expected, considering her overall dimensions. It was framed in a neatly trimmed bush, obviously prepared for a summer of fairly scanty bikinis. The lips gaped open slightly, showing a deep pinkness inside. I opened it with both hands, catching her aroma -- a pleasant, clean one. I gave her a few perfunctory licks, and she shuddered as I stroked her clit with my tongue. But she wanted the same thing I did. "Fuck me, Tom," she said huskily. "Come on, fuck me now." That was exactly my intention. I got up over her, positioning my cock. She moved her hips to help it enter, and then I was in. Eager as I was, I was able to enter her slowly for the first stroke, then a little faster for the second. Her hips rose to me eagerly and her legs wrapped around me. On the third stroke she began to whimper and said a single word, "Harder." Her feet on my ass urged me on, and now she added her hands. Each grabbed a buttock and pulled it toward her, as her hips rose up. I needed no more urging. I rose up and began to pound down as hard and fast as I could. We were not making love, we were fucking. We were animals in heat. I slammed into her harder and harder and she pulled at me, trying to get more of me into her. This kind of pace wasn't meant for a distance event. This was a sprint and we were done in probably two or three minutes. She came with a howl of lust and then a few seconds later I groaned and shot my load, three or four hard blasts, then a gradual diminution, as I collapsed on top of her. We laid there for a long time, trying just to come down off our highs and get our breathing back to normal. I hadn't fucked like that in years -- practically no foreplay, just stick my cock in and rut like an animal. I didn't think I'd like to do it all the time, but it was actually kind of fun. I decided I'd make it a part of my repertoire. But I also figured after a fuck like that it was going to be quite a while before I was ready to go again. My momentary sadness at this thought -- that I was laying on top of a gorgeous red-hot teenager who would be eager for another round in just a few seconds and for yet another soon after that, while I would be good for maybe one more go today and not even that for about an hour -- was relieved when I remembered Reward. "Reward," I said silently, "I want to be able to have sex as often as I want. No shortage of sperm, no recovery time, no chapping of the cock from too much friction... no problems of any kind. If I want to fuck a girl ten times in a row, I can. Okay?" He assured me there would be no problem. I got off Lisa and took her gently by the hand, to lead her into the bedroom. After the way I had used her, she deserved a little romance. On the way down the hall, I had an idea. I asked Reward to read Lisa's mind and redesign the bedroom in a style that she'd think was tremendously romantic. A second later, when we'd reached the master bedroom, it had been turned into something that I find difficult to describe. I don't know furniture styles, but I think this was something approximating French Provincial (or French something) -- white paint, lots of gilt, lots of filigrees. Mirrors everywhere in heavily gilded frames. All the upholstery, curtains, and linens in red, white, and pink. The main feature was a huge, incredibly high (there was a step -- actually two -- on the side) canopy bed, very overstuffed, with white coverlets, a red canopy, and pink sheer curtains to enclose it. Reward had outdone himself. Lisa gasped in amazement when she saw the room, and squealed, "Oh, this is sooo gorgeous! I love it." Then she saw the bed. "Look at that bed. Oh Tom, it's so exciting. I want to be in that bed with you right now." She almost ran to it, dragging me along. She was up the steps and lying back with her legs spread on the overstuffed mattress when I got there. She put her arms out and pulled me down for a long, deep kiss. When I emerged from the kiss I told her "You're a wonderful lover, Lisa." She blushed with pleasure and gave me another kiss as a thank you. I decided that now was a good time to give her tits the attention they deserved. I think I mentioned that I prefer petite girls. That's certainly true, but Lisa's breasts were something special. I don't like big, floppy tits (as Lisa's would probably be in a few years), and I absolutely despise fake tits. But Lisa's were definitely real, and definitely firm. I played with them for a few minutes, kneading them like dough, sucking them, flicking my tongue across her sensitive nipples, pushing the tits together, then pulling them apart, squeezing them, lightly biting the nipples. Her tits were like a playground for me. She was loving it, too. It was obvious that her tits, especially the nipples, were very sensitive. Finally, I tried something I'd seen in porn movies. I sat on her belly, grabbed her tits, and laid my cock between them. She saw what I was doing and squeezed her tits together to make a tight hole through which I fucked. I didn't enjoy it all that much, and I would have stopped after a minute or two (I had just wanted to try it out of curiosity), except that it was quickly obvious that she loved it. She breathed deeper and then moved her head forward to try to catch my cock in her mouth as I fucked forward. I reached back and put a finger in her cunt and fucked her cunt with the same motion as I was fucking her tits. She couldn't quite get my cock in her mouth, so she put out her tongue and gave it a swipe each time I pushed forward. That was enough to do me in, and I soon came, shooting a load of sperm across her face. She caught much of it in her mouth, but a lot landed on her nose, her eyes, and the last dribbles on her chin. She was delighted. She laughed as she licked up my come. "Wow, that was cool. I've always wanted to do that." She pulled a gob of come out of one eye and licked it from her finger. "I bet I'm a mess," she said. "A beautiful mess," I replied. "Thank you." "Thank you," she said. "Do you think we could take a bath?" I got off the bed (I slid off the side, it was too high to just step out) then offered my hand to help her down. As we walked to the bathroom, I instructed Reward to redesign our bathroom in the style I was thinking of. When we entered the bathroom, it was decorated in the same style as the bedroom, since I knew that would please Lisa (it did), but it also included a decidedly non-French Provincial bathtub/whirlpool built for two. As Lisa oohed and ahhed over the décor, I filled the tub. She looked in the mirror and saw that there was still some come on one cheek. She took it off with a finger, then offered it to me. I had never tasted come, but I was willing to try. Not bad -- I'm not likely to make a steady diet of it, but it was okay. Then we kissed a bit more, while it finished filling. We settled into the warm water gratefully. We had just had two wild fucks and we were both ready to relax. Lisa leaned against me while I turned on the jets for the whirlpool. She gave me a small kiss and then spoke softly into my ear. "You know I said I like older men. I really mean it -- you've exposed me to more new things already than all my other boyfriends ever did. Thank you." I was really rather touched, and said so. Then we just cuddled and let the water flow around us. We fell asleep for a while, warm, comfortable, and satiated. When I awoke (it probably wasn't more than fifteen or twenty minutes) it was because the water was beginning to cool down. Lisa was sleeping on my chest. I tried to turn on the hot water without disturbing her, but the movement woke her up. "You know," she said, "I was dreaming about this, but now I know it's real again. How cool." I wasn't sure whether "real" was the right word for what was going on, but "cool" definitely was. We just luxuriated in the water for a few minutes as it warmed up again, then we grabbed soap and washcloths to wash away the sweat and other detritus of two hard fucks. We washed each other fairly seriously for a few minutes, but it was inevitable that it would turn into foreplay. As I washed her tits, I could see she was getting aroused. So I suggested that she wash me for a while. She did so, paying extra attention to ensure that I had the cleanest dick in town. Then I suggested that she get up on the ledge of the bathtub (it had an extra-wide cushioned ledge on the two wall sides). She did so, spreading her legs open expectantly, inviting me to work on her pussy. The first time we fucked, I had given her a low-grade tongue job, but now I planned on doing the job right. But first, since we were still pretending to be washing each other, I went to work on her with the washcloth. I soaped it up well, then washed the inside of each thigh, stroking back and forth several times. Then I did the same to her flat, hard belly, working downward almost to her slit. Finally, I did as much of her ass as was available. She arched forward, so that I could get at her anus, and I soaped that thoroughly. This was an unexpected bonus, as I used the soap to get my finger in her asshole. She gasped as my finger entered, and shoved her hips forward to drive my finger in deeper. It was obvious that she was sensitive here, and I knew I'd be buttfucking her before the night was over. But for now my goal was to give her pussy a thrill, so I reluctantly abandoned her ass and moved my washcloth closer and closer to her cunt. I returned briefly to her inner thighs and she groaned in disappointment. I washed her belly, then again moved down till I just touched the top of her slit. With her legs spread wide already, now she lifted her feet out of the water and put them on the ledge, spreading her legs still wider. I could see her clit already poking out in anticipation. I brought the washcloth still closer, washing the edges of her gaping cunt. I brought it down to the bottom, returning briefly to her asshole, them bringing the rough cloth up to the bottom of her cunt. Then again around the edges. Finally, I brought the cloth into her cunt, across the outer labia, and she shivered with anticipation. I began to run the washcloth gently across her cunt, still avoiding the clit. She squirmed and moaned softly, trying to get some action for her clit, and at last I relented, running the washcloth softly across it. I was afraid a rough washcloth, even a soapy one, might irritate the clit, so I just gave it a touch, but that was all she needed, after all the build-up. She shivered again, and moaned long and low. I don't know if she came, but she was certainly enjoying the heck out of the experience. I used the spray nozzle, set to pulse, to rinse her cunt out, causing more little yelps of passion, then dug right in. I figured there had been enough teasing, so after a single tour around the edges, I made a point of my tongue and put it right up her fuckhole. All her breath seemed to run out of her, and she just said "Yes!", as she put her hands on each of my ears to make sure I couldn't escape. I wasn't going anywhere, however, although I left her cunt for a few seconds to use my tongue to tickle her anus. She squirmed and mewled with pleasure, sliding down lower on her back to let me get at her asshole more easily. After a minute or so, I tired of that and went back to her cunt. As my tongue returned to her vagina, she was nearly helpless with lust. She could no longer support her arms to hold onto my head, and she just sat there, propped slackly against the wall, and whimpered as I licked her. At last I turned my attention to her clit. I caught it between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, then flicked it again and again with the tip of my tongue. That did it for her. She came hard, stiffening and grabbing my head, pulling me into her cunt so tight that I thought I was going to suffocate. She held me like that for what seemed like minutes as tremor after tremor ran through her body. Meanwhile I held tight to her clit, sucking and driving her ever wilder. Eventually, she had to come down, and she did so figuratively and literally. I was afraid she might hurt herself, falling into the tub, so as she collapsed and began to slide into the tub, I helped her ease down into the water. She leaned her head on my shoulder as she recovered, finally kissing me on the cheek and saying, "I didn't know it could be like that. Promise you'll do that again for me, and I'll promise to do anything, absolutely anything, you want." I told her I'd hold her to that. We got out of the tub and dried ourselves off. She saw the erection I had gained from sucking her, and asked if I wanted a blowjob. "I thought you don't like to suck cock?" I asked. "That was him," she said, coming close and putting one arm around my neck for a kiss, and grabbing my cock with the other hand. "For you, it's different." I appreciated the sentiment, but I remembered the poor quality of the suck she had given me earlier. I supposed I could have Reward teach her how to suck cock, but I decided I had a better place to use this erection. Instead of answering her, I just kissed her and guided her back into the bedroom. As we got back up on the bed, we embraced for a few minutes and I again sucked her tits and played with her pussy. I realized I didn't have any K-Y jelly, so I just told Reward to lubricate her ass for me. When she was well aroused again, I told her to raise her legs all the way up to her tits and spread them wide. She did, and I began licking and poking at her asshole with my tongue. She groaned with pleasure, and then realized what I was going to do. "Are you going to do me in the ass?" she asked, obviously scared. "Yes," I answered, "but don't worry. It will hurt a bit going in, but then you'll love it." I then told Reward to make what I was saying true, and to make her trust me. She still looked dubious, but she said, "I told you I'd do anything for you, and I will. Please go easy." With that she reached out to both buttocks, and pulled her cheeks apart as far as they'd go. The lovely little hole in the center of her shapely ass gaped open just slightly. I told her to relax her muscles as much as possible, then I put my cockhead at the entrance. I pushed forward slowly, opening the puckered hole just a little. She was thoroughly lubricated -- I wondered if she wondered where the lubrication came from. I reached down to where she was holding her ass cheeks open and took one of her hands in mine. "Relax," I said softly, and she did so, letting a little more of my cock in. When the full head was in, a quick intake of breath told me that it hurt, so I paused while the sphincter adjusted to me. Then again I pushed forward a little. Now the going was easier, since she was more adjusted and beginning to relax more. Still I went forward slowly. After what seemed to me an eternity, because I wanted so badly to just ram forward into this beautiful ass, I was all the way in. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Full," was her reply, laughing slightly. "It hurt at first, but now it's okay. I just feel so... full." She touched my cheek. "Thank you for going so slow. Go ahead and fuck me for real now." I pulled my cock most of the way out, still slowly, then pushed back in, just a little faster. I repeated this two or three times, pushing a little harder each time. Then I told her to play with her pussy. She pulled it open and played with her clit, then stuck a finger from her other hand deep in her hole. I stood up on my knees and looked at the gorgeous sight. A beautiful 18 year old girl with large shapely tits lay before me, her knees pulled all the way up and splayed to the sides, her two hands stuck in her gaping wet cunt, one rubbing her clit, while she fucked herself furiously with the other hand. Meanwhile, she was urging me onward as I fucked her virgin ass. I grabbed her tits and squeezed, then rubbed her nipples with my thumbs as I continued to squeeze. I pushed forward harder and now she began to push her ass back against me. She was finally beginning to get into it. I picked up the pace and began to fuck with full power. She called out my name, took her hands out of her cunt and pulled me down to her. I laid on top of her and kissed her hard while I kept pounding. Finally I knew we were both coming and I began slamming her ass as hard as I could. She groaned and trembled from head to foot, then stiffened as my cock released its load in her butt. Again we rested for awhile, both exhausted by our afternoon's exertions. By now, in fact, it was early evening, and it wasn't long before both of us noticed that we had a hunger for something other than each other's bodies. ------- Chapter 3: More Fun with Lisz I called for pizza, after considering but rejecting the idea of having Reward make one for us. Then we both settled down in the family room to watch TV till the pizza guy came. I found a Cubs game on WGN, while Lisa used the restroom. We watched a little of the game (Lisa liked baseball, or at least said she did and seemed genuinely interested), until the guy showed up. I gave him one of my Reward twenties for an $11 delivery, which I imagine made me his favorite customer of the night. Lisa and I shared the pizza mostly in silence (I mentioned that we were hungry), while watching the Cubs get their butts kicked. As we finished the last of the pizza and a few stray crusts got tossed in the garbage, the game ended (Dodgers 9, Cubs 3). Lisa began looking through our videos. It's not much of a collection -- I always figure there's little point in buying videos since you seldom watch them more than once or twice. So about all we had were Disney tapes that the kids watched over and over. "Looking for anything in particular?" I asked. She actually blushed. "Well..." she hesitated. "I kinda hoped you might have a porno film. I've never seen one." Darn, I thought to myself. "No, I don't have..." And of course, then I remembered Reward. Boy, this was proving useful in ways I would never have imagined. I amended my sentence. "I don't have any here, let me get them for you." So I opened a hall closet where, per my instructions, Reward had piled a couple hundred tapes of every possible type. "Is there any particular type of porn you'd like to watch?" I asked. There were regular fuck films, group sex, gay and lesbian, pedo, bestiality, b&d, s&m, enemas, scat, pregnancy, leather and latex... Lisa's eyes got wider and wider as she looked through the videos. "Wow, I never knew people did that." Then, "Man, she's getting it from a horse!" I asked her if she'd like to be fucked by a horse, and she shook her head vehemently. "No way! I just want you fucking me -- over and over." I felt the compliment deserved a kiss, then asked her if she saw anything she liked. She picked out three. One straight sex, one that appeared to be mostly anal, and one lesbian. We never got past the straight one though, because about ten minutes into it, as the leading lady (if that's the appropriate terminology) was getting fucked doggie style, Lisa's hand went to her pussy and she started giving herself a thorough fucking in time to the film. A couple minutes farther on, as the girl on-screen was bouncing enthusiastically on the guy's cock, she pushed me onto my back and began sucking my cock. She had improved dramatically in the past few hours -- either the events of the day had given her more enthusiasm for the task or Reward had given her lessons based on my earlier thoughts on the subject. I didn't care -- she was now pretty good. A few minutes later, the movie now totally forgotten, we were doing a sixty-nine, and Lisa came wildly. We relaxed for a few minutes, watched the couple on-screen do a sixty-nine that we agreed was nowhere near as good as ours, and then retired to the bedroom, where I crawled on top of her and gave her a long, slow fuck that ended with a satisfying but quiet come, and both of us then quickly dropped off to exhausted slumber. When I awoke the next morning, Lisa was lying on her belly with her legs spread just enough to show me a little of her pussy and all of her beautiful full ass. I was instantly hard. I wanted to have that ass again immediately, but had the terrible taste of morning in my mouth. I didn't want to lose the moment by going into the bathroom to brush my teeth. The solution came to me immediately. "Reward," I said silently, "can you fix my mouth so it's like I just brushed my teeth?" Without an answer, my mouth felt perfectly clean. "Better do the same for her," I added. With that, I spread her legs slightly farther apart, told Reward to lubricate her ass for me, spread her cheeks, and began to slowly insert my cock. I entered slowly, and it was a couple seconds before Lisa woke. I don't know whether her ass began to push backward before or after she woke up, but I felt a backward movement, then another, as my cock slowly sank to the full depth of her ass. This was one of those occasions where I didn't much care if the girl came. I was fucking selfishly -- I had seen a beautiful ass and I wanted to be in it. Lisa was getting some pleasure from it, though, as she grunted with each of my thrusts and began to push her ass upward to meet me. As I raised myself up to enjoy the view of her ass split open by my cock, she turned around and smiled and said, "You like my ass, don't you?" I lowered myself down on her again, lying flat on her and making short thrusts, and gave her a wet kiss on the corner of her mouth (all I could reach) in reply, then reached my hands under her and played with her tits as I continued my fucking. She liked the titplay and sighed in appreciation as I squeezed. But I was close to coming and turned all my attention back to fucking her ass. The tightness was wonderful and I raised my hips up and gave her four or five hard, fast slams, finally coming and filling her asshole with another load. I collapsed on her back for a while, then rolled off, pulling my cock out of her ass with a popping sound. I gave her a kiss in thanks for the use of her ass, and then suggested we have breakfast. Neither of us could cook, so I fixed a couple bowls of some sugary cereal the kids like and some coffee while Lisa cleaned my come out of her ass in the bathroom. After breakfast, we went outside. Our fence isn't high enough to allow nude swimming and sunbathing, but I told Reward to make sure nobody peeked at us. We swam a little, then laid by the pool. After a little nap, I woke and looked at Lisa, who was lying on her back on a rubber float. I put my hand softly on her mound, not entering, just touching. She moaned softly and spread her legs. "Please take me, Tom. Just fuck me forever." But for now I just wanted to play with her. I rubbed her mound for a long time, then spread her lips with my fingers and rubbed all around her clit, while I sucked her big, delicious tits. Eventually my fingers got to her clit and her vagina and she responded with gasps of pleasure, which redoubled when I began chewing on her nipple. Her hips thrust up at my hand as first one, then two, then three dug into her hole, while my thumb flicked back and forth across her clit. Her breathing was getting hard and when I switched to her other nipple, she begged whiningly, "Please, Tom, no more, just fuck me. Please!" I told her to get off the float. As I laid back on it I said, "Ride me, I want to play with your tits while we fuck." She eagerly did as she was told, and reached under herself to pull my cock up into her pussy. Then she leaned forward so I could grab her big tits. As she rode up and down on my cock, I kneaded her tits like two big loaves of bread, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples until they were extended inches out from her aureoles, cupping them from the underside and stroking them. Everything I did made her hotter, and she drove her pussy into my cock harder. Finally I told her to lean forward farther and put a tit in my mouth. As she leaned forward, she took her right tit in her hand and guided it into my mouth. The position she was in slowed her hips down slightly, but I increased my upward thrusts to compensate. Then I took her tit with both hands and started a milking motion while I sucked hard and laved her nipple with my tongue. A few minutes of this and she began to come, gasping and moaning as the spasms rippled through her. As she came, she pressed her tit hard into my face, seemingly trying to get the whole huge thing down my throat. With a final shudder she went limp. I laid under her for a few moments, feeling the final spasms of her orgasm die away. Then she kissed me tenderly. "You didn't come, did you?" she asked. When I told her I hadn't, she asked, "How do you want it?" I told her to lie on her back. When she did, I positioned myself over her mouth. She took in my cock and I began a slow, gentle fucking motion as she sucked me. It took only a minute or two before I shot my load down her throat. It had been tremendous fun, but I knew there were a thousand girls like Lisa in Phoenix, so after lunch I suggested it was time to take her home. She began to protest, so after a few seconds I told Reward to change her mind. Reluctantly, she agreed to go home, as long as I promised to bring her back tomorrow. Of course I agreed, though I had no intention of doing so. After I left her off, complete with several lingering good-bye kisses, I watched her walk toward her front door. I told Reward to tell her mother that everything was fine, and then to wipe all memories of me from Lisa's mind. She'd remember that she'd spent a pleasant evening with friends. ------- Chapter 4: A Neighborly Act So, I said to myself as I drove home, what next? Now that I had had a night (and day) of the wildest sex of my life, and knew that I could keep repeating it for as long as I liked, what should I do? I could, I supposed, take over the world. But I really don't have any interest in running the world. Too much work. Although the idea of giving Slobodan Milosevic, among others, a bad case of boils appealed to me a bit. Or having Bill Clinton injected with truth serum on national TV. I decided to give these things more thought at another time. I thought it would be best to put aside any really grand-scale things for later and start small. I thought about that morning when I had had Reward, in effect, brush my teeth for me. That was nice, I thought. Brushing teeth is a bother, and there are times when I can't. I asked Reward to fix my mouth so that all harmful bacteria just went away on their own, so my mouth would be, in effect, perpetually just-brushed. And while he was in there, I told him, he might as well fix any cavities, chips, discoloration, and so on. I couldn't feel much, except a slightly minty taste that made me wonder if Reward had been watching TV toothpaste ads. I glanced at my teeth in the mirror and saw they were noticeably whiter, and a small chip on one of my front teeth had disappeared. Since I hate shaving, I told Reward to take care of that, too. As I walked into the house, I thought about larger body repairs. And here I began hesitating. I knew I could tell Reward to give me back the body I had at 22 (or, better yet, the body I would have liked to have had at 22). But the fact is that I'm reasonably comfortable with who I am. I didn't mind being 50. I looked at myself in the mirror over my wife's dresser. Not bad shape for a guy of 50, I thought, though nothing tremendous either. I'd never had a weight problem. There was some settling, a little flab, some loss of muscle tone, lines here and there. I asked Reward to tighten things up a bit, which he did, and I left it at that. Which brought me to my wife, Christine. I could turn her into an 18 year old fuckbunny. But, while there's much to be said for fuckbunnies, the fact is that I love Chris. The sort of meaning-of-life questions that used to fascinate my friends and me in late night dorm conversations -- "Who am I?", "What makes me me?" -- I had pretty much abandoned when I got out of college and realized that the more immediate question is "How can I make some money?" Now I had to give some thought to the "big" questions again. I realized that we're the sum of our parts (big news, huh?) That what we are physically and emotionally and mentally are all intertwined, and that if I made my wife's 45 year old body 18 and made her want nonstop sex, then I'd be changing the things that make her a wonderful friend, companion, and mother. The same with my kids. My daughter (15) and son (10) are good kids, good students, but they are also perfectly normal in terms of fighting, whining, selfishness, ingratitude, and all the other things that go with being kids. I could take those negatives away, but then they wouldn't be my kids. (And, yes, the thought of sex with my daughter, who is quite attractive, did cross my mind.) Quandary. I wanted loads of sex with beautiful young women, but I didn't want to upset my lifestyle. And I couldn't see how the two could be compatible. However, I thought, it isn't a problem that has to be settled right now. So I decided to go out cruising and see if any ideas came to mind. I didn't get far. I had just started to back into the street when Beth Ralston, our neighbor across the street, waved at me. She walked toward the car. Tools spread on the lawn indicated that she was about to do some gardening. Beth was big on gardening; although we weren't close friends with the Ralstons, gardening served as a bit of a tie between Beth and my wife. As she approached the car, I took a good look at her. Beth is 30 (I think) and works parttime as a nurse -- her husband Mike is a doctor, a couple years older, and a bit of a jerk. They have an 8 year old daughter, Melissa. Beth is about 5-6, slender, with subtle curves. Her neck-length light brown hair, usually worn loose, was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes while gardening. I had always thought her a very attractive woman. She asked me if Christine was in. I told her she had left town for a few days. "Damn," she said, looking at our garden. "I wanted to ask her what she did to her roses. Hers are beautiful, but my bushes grow and grow but don't put out any buds." "You're talking to the wrong guy, Beth," I smiled. "You know how much I know about plants." "You and Mike," she laughed. "A couple black thumbs." I grinned. "Where is Mike?" I tried to sound casual. "He's at the hospital. He's doing rounds for his partners this weekend." Telling Reward to have her think it was perfectly reasonable and in fact a great idea, I asked her if she'd like to join me for a swim before returning to her gardening. She agreed, telling me that Melissa was at her grandmother's house (I'd been wondering about Melissa, so Reward had her answer for me). I pulled the car back in to the garage, put on a pair of trunks, and got a couple glasses of suntea for us. As I put the tea on the patio table by the pool, she arrived wearing a short terrycloth robe, open, over a fairly modest two-piece suit, and flipflops. She kicked the sandals off and put the robe on a chair, while thanking me for the tea. We jumped in the pool, swam a bit, splashed each other a couple times and then settled on the steps in the shallow end of the pool to sit and soak. I got our tea and set it on the edge of the pool. Meanwhile, I told Reward to have her totally relaxed and trusting, looking on me as her dearest and closest friend, in whom she could confide anything. She leaned back against the edge of the pool, stretched her legs and relaxed. I admired her flat belly and long legs. Although her top covered her breasts fairly completely, the wet fabric clung and showed well-shaped breasts of medium size. I asked her how things were going. Not well, it seems. Now that I was her best friend ever, I got an earful of what a self-centered sonofabitch (her words) Mike was. Not that hearing negative things about Mike was a shock -- I think I already indicated I didn't care much for him -- but it was still surprising hearing it from his (publicly) devoted wife. It seems Mike liked to spend lots of money on golf -- I knew he had a lot of expensive clubs, but I care little about golf so I tune out golfers when they start yammering about their affliction -- but badgered her about money spent on herself or Melissa. Apparently he had yelled at her the night before about money spent on a tutor (Melissa was having some trouble with math). "Five hundred bucks for a new putter is fine," she spat, "but fifty to help your kid with multiplication is a waste of money." She shook her head sadly. "How's the sex going?" I asked, getting down to the nub of things. "Same as usual," she shrugged. "He wants me to give him a blowjob and then lay back and spread my legs." She took a drink. "As long as I do that twice a week, he's happy. But god forbid I should ask him to do anything." "You mean with a beautiful woman like you, he's not willing to really make love?" "Thanks, Tom," she laughed sadly, "I need that. No, he doesn't like kissing or fondling or giving oral -- or giving anything for that matter. He just wants to get his rocks off." "But enough about my problems," she said, trying to lighten things, "how are you and Chris doing?" I assured her things were fine, and filled her in on some recent events with the kids. We conversed lightly for a while about kids and schools. I was really enjoying our conversation and getting to know Beth in depth after having known her on an acquaintance basis for a couple years. I found I very much liked her, and I felt bad for her situation. I'd have to give some thought to whether there was anything I could do to help her. My first thoughts were of course along the lines of having Mike run over by a truck on his way home, but I rejected that and decided I'd wait until I came up with something both less violent and less messy. I got more tea. When I came back out, Beth had swam a couple lengths and then moved to a lounge, where she was drying her hair. I handed her the tea and sat next to her. She smiled and thanked me as she took the glass. As is almost universally true, the smile added to her beauty, and she was starting to look very good to me. >From discussing schools, we had gotten into a discussion of sex education, which led Beth to tell me about her first experience at age 16. It was the proverbial backseat fuck that was over almost before it began, as a fumbling boy shot his wad with the excitement of entering. We laughed over the story, and I told her about an occasion when I'd done much the same thing. "We all have to go through some things to grow up," she laughed. "The thing is, Tom, you did grow up -- Mike didn't. He's still selfish -- sexually and otherwise -- like a kid is." She took a breath and looked away as she spoke. "I bet you don't screw like a kid anymore." I touched her leg. "You deserve to make love like a woman. Not be fucked like a girl." She hesitated for a couple seconds, still looking away, then turned her face to mine, and we kissed. The kiss remained lips only for a long time, then I moved my hand to her belly and slowly moved it up to cup her breast. She sighed with pleasure as my hand massaged her tit, opening her mouth to allow my tongue to enter. A moment later, I slid my hand under her swimsuit top, and she broke away from the kiss to gasp as my thumb flicked across her nipple, once, twice, three times, bringing it to erection. My mouth being temporarily unoccupied and her right tit now being bare, it made sense to bring the two together. I licked her nipple a couple times with the full length of my tongue, then applied my lips, covering as much tit as I could get and applying full suction. It was obvious Beth was loving every sensation, the sort of pleasures she apparently didn't receive often from Mike, and I was determined to give her plenty more. My left hand reached under my own body (at a rather awkward angle) and slipped under her top to cup her other breast. At that angle it couldn't do much but lie there and squeeze a little, but she seemed to like it, as she squirmed slightly to give me more access. My other hand slid slowly across her belly, massaging softly, pausing briefly to play with her navel. Its destination was obvious, but it was in no hurry. It was sending a message -- I was prepared to take the time to do this right. After its long, slow journey, at last it reached the waist of her suit bottoms. As it slipped under, her hips rose up to urge it along, and to ease in their removal. I massaged her pubic area for a few seconds, then slid my hand around to her ass, wedging the suit down as I went. I cupped her ass for a moment, then slid my finger into her crack. At last my hand completed its trip most of the way around her ass and had the suit down to her thighs. A quick motion, aided by her legs rising up, and the bottoms were gone. She broke away from my ministrations long enough to pull her top over her head saying, "I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I don't give a damn." She kissed me. "I'll worry about it later." I mentioned that the chaise probably wouldn't support us both (actually, it would support the weight of two people, as long as they were more or less motionless, but remaining motionless wasn't in our plans), so I picked up the pad and threw it on the pool deck. Beth was on it in a second, and my mouth and hands were immediately back on the job. Just for variety, though, I moved to Beth's other side, and switched tits. She appreciated the change and responded with low groans as my tongue repeated its long strokes, this time on her left nipple, which was already erect, but now rose perceptibly higher. Meanwhile, my left hand had begun to play around the edges of her cunt, first stroking the inside of her thighs, pulling them farther open at the same time, then stroking around the edges of her cunt, making a short side trip down to her anus for a brief tickle. Her hips began to move with a regular motion, a woman's first, semi-involuntary message that she's almost ready to couple. As my fingers neared her slit, she began to squirm from side to side, enticing them in. They accepted the invitation after a brief show of reluctance, two fingers slightly spreading the outer lips, while the middle finger entered tentatively. Beth gasped her welcome, as her hips thrust upward. "Oh Tom, yes," she groaned. "Give me more." No problem. The middle finger slid around in her wet gash, playing around the edges, the top and bottom, before moving into her vagina slowly. Again her hips rose to meet it and pull it in. I went in slowly, making sure her juices were spread throughout the channel, though I quickly realized she was more than wet enough. I soon picked up speed, until my finger was moving at almost the speed of a real fuck. Her hips pistoned upward, and her breathing grew labored. The combination of a finger fuck with one tit being sucked and the other being massaged was driving her quickly to orgasm. I switched tits again, with the change seeming to move her up one more level, and I began sucking harder. I knew she was coming close, so I brought a second finger into her fuckhole, then moved my thumb into the top of her slit. Her breathing came harder, now in ragged gasps as the thumb moved slowly down her cunt until it paused just before her clit. For a moment it stayed there as her movements became frenzied. Finally, I lowered the thumb gently on the top of her clit, then slid it across. She almost exploded, then did as my thumb flicked across her clit again and again. Finally, I eased up on her, as she reached her peak, then began to subside. I stopped moving my hands, leaving them where they were, and released the tit I had been sucking, so I could watch her fevered face as it contorted with lust, then gradually relaxed. Finally, as her breathing slowed I asked her with mock curiosity, "So, Beth, I couldn't tell: did you like it?" She spoke softly and deeply, "I liked it about as much as I've ever liked anything." Then she sat up on the mattress and patted next to her. "Lie down, it's your turn." I didn't have to be urged. I was on my back in a second, and Beth had my cock in her mouth almost as quickly. Beth was one hell of a cocksucker. I understood why Mike wanted regular blowjobs. Her mouth sucked hard and her tongue swirled soothingly around and around my cock. After a minute or so though, I wanted to share the wealth. I motioned for Beth to straddle me. She was quick to respond and I was looking up at her wide-open cunt. She was still highly aroused, whether an aftereffect of her orgasm or from the blowjob she was giving me. Her clit still peeped out from its sheath, though for the moment I ignored it. I licked around her cunt while my fingers played with her asshole. Then I brought my tongue inside and played near her clit, then touched it lightly. Her body jerked and her suction on my cock increased, causing my body to jerk. I formed my tongue in an arrow and drove it into her vagina, then brought it back to her clit, and dragged my tongue over it again and again. She stiffened again, releasing my cock for a second, as she groaned with pleasure. I knew I couldn't last much longer, though, and I wanted to feel this beautiful cunt around my cock. "Beth," I said, "I've got to have you. Get on me." She hesitated for just a second -- she didn't want to give up what she had going. But she turned around and spread her legs on both sides of my hips, squatting over my cock. Then she reached down and gently placed it at the entrance to her vagina, then slowly lowered her body onto it. When she was all the way down, she leaned forward to kiss me. We kissed for several seconds as our pubes ground into each other, then she broke the kiss as she began moving her hips slowly up and down on my cock. The sensation was wonderful, the view even better, as I looked up at this beautiful thirty-year-old woman, spread open above me, driving her cunt down on me, her tits shaking with her fuck movements. I reached out and grabbed each nipple with a thumb and finger, twisting and rubbing them, as she moved faster and faster. We weren't quite to our climaxes, however, when her legs gave out on her and she collapsed on my neck. "Tom," she gasped, "get on top, I've got to have more." I rolled her over and she spread her legs eagerly, raising up her open cunt and putting out her arms to bring me to her. I slid my cock in easily and began the familiar motion. Her hips rose up to meet each thrust. Her arms gathered me in tightly, and her legs wrapped around my hips. After just a few thrusts we were both up to top speed, her feet on my ass urging me to fuck her harder and faster. A few more thrusts and she came, in a combination of gasps, groans, and moans, with her spasming cunt driving me over the edge. I came with jet after jet washing down the walls of her vagina and flowing into her waiting womb. We lay on the mattress, recovering. After a long, soft kiss I got off her and cuddled her on my shoulder. "Tom," she finally whispered, "this is one of the happiest moments in my life, but I'm going to spoil it by worrying. How can I ever face Chris again?" "Don't worry about Chris. I love her as much as ever. What you and I have is something that's between us. Everybody has parts that we keep secret." It wasn't anything great, but it was good enough to make her pause. Meanwhile I told Reward to make her accept it as a brilliant philosophy of life. She brightened and said, "I'll take your word for it." With a kiss she added, "Right now, I'd take your word for anything." With a little care and understanding, plus a bit of help from Reward, I now had a hot, beautiful woman in love with me. Not bad. I had Reward fix her so she could never reveal anything about our relationship. When I had first invited her over, I had planned on having a quick fuck or two and then wiping her memory clean, the way I had done with Lisa, but as I got to know her story, I had decided I wanted more than a one-night (or afternoon) stand with her, and I didn't want her to lose a memory of good sex with someone who cared about her. We reluctantly got up and went inside. She called the hospital and found that Mike would be occupied for a couple more hours. Her eyes brightened. "Let me call my mom -- she'll be overjoyed to keep Melissa till dinner." That arranged, Beth hung up the phone and crossed the kitchen to my arms. "Do you think we can find something to do for the next two hours?" I steered her into the bedroom. "Let's try." We went into the bedroom (it had been restored to its normal condition after Reward's Lisa-inspired remodeling job), and Beth immediately laid back on the pillow, spread her legs, and said with an evil grin, "Do me." I think she just meant for me to climb on and start sucking and/or fucking, but I decided to interpret it as a game. "Yes, mistress," I responded humbly, crawling up to her feet on the bed, and beginning to nibble on her toes. I've never been a foot fetishist, and luckily neither was Beth, but she was delighted with the game and immediately got into it, saying, "No, you foolish slave, not my feet, lick up my legs." I began licking up the inside of her leg, going fairly quickly till I got to about midway up her thigh. I knew this was where she wanted me, and I slowed down here and licked slowly upward until I reached the edge of her cunt. Then I did the same on the other leg. By the time I reached her cunt from that side, Beth was groaning and beginning to grind her hips. Adopting my deferential slave voice again, I begged, "Please, mistress, may I lick your ass?" She gave me the evil grin again and turned over quickly, saying, "Yes, slave, lick your mistress's ass, and be sure you do a good job." "I always try to please you, mistress," I said as I began, licking the crease where her ass met her thigh. I licked upward, sloppily making spirals on her cheeks, but slowly working my way toward her asshole. At last I licked up and down the big crease, then slowly opened it to reveal the little brown pucker of her asshole. I came slowly down the crack to the hole, licked it twice quickly with big swiping motions, then poked the tip of my tongue into the hole. Beth shivered with pleasure and moaned. Then I moved down her ass, crossed the short patch of flesh between her ass and cunt, eliciting another shiver as I did, then I was in her cunt again. I grabbed a pillow, lifted her hips, and slid it under, to give myself a better angle, then I spread her legs even farther apart. She cooperated buy bringing her knees up close to her shoulders, leaving her whole cunt and ass lewdly open to me. I licked with abandon, pulling her cunt open with both hands, sticking my tongue up her fuckhole, then dragging it across her clit again and again. Her hips bucked wildly as she moaned in ecstasy, calling my name and shouting "Yes!" again and again. I wet my thumb and fingers in her steaming cunt. Then, remembering our game, I asked permission. "May I stick my fingers in your cunt, mistress?" "Yes! Yes!" she screamed. I did as I was ordered, then asked, "May I stick my thumb in your ass, mistress?" She just groaned something, but I took it to be a yes, so I put my thumb in her ass and began a coordinated in and out movement, rubbing the thumb and fingers together through the thin membrane separating cunt from ass. She screamed with pleasure, then (without permission) I leaned forward and ran my other hand under her body and cupped a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then I kissed her and asked, "Am I pleasing my beloved mistress?" She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips. Her cunt and ass were pushing back hard on my hand. "Oh god, Tom, this is great. Please fuck me." I teased, "I don't know who you're addressing, mistress, there's no one here but your humble body slave." She groaned and yelled, "Fuck me, slave! Now! That's an order! Fuck me!" I did as I was ordered. I rolled her over on her back, spread her legs wide and got on, fucking deep into her on the first stroke. She grunted as my cock pierced her, then moaned as I struck bottom. Then she wrapped her legs around me and urged me on with her legs and feet. "Fuck me," she screamed, then began a mantra, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," with each stroke. Soon I could feel the spasms of her orgasm, but I kept fucking right through them, then I picked up her ass and pulled her to me hard with each stroke. She put her hands on my ass and did the same to me. We could keep this up for only a few strokes, then she came again, stronger than before, and I splashed my sperm in her in a few wild spurts. We laid still for a while, then began playing -- kissing, hugging, and feeling. I was just beginning to think about another fuck, having totally forgotten about the time, when Beth glanced at the clock and saw it was 6:30. She leapt out of bed and put on her swimsuit and robe. "Damn, Mike will be home soon. I'd better go get Melissa." She leaned over to give me a long kiss. "I know I can't count on this being a regular thing, but I hope we will do it again." "We'll do it again, but I don't know when," I answered. "We'll have to see what happens, but it won't be long. I promise." With another kiss, she was gone. After she left, I realized that she was probably a little too happy. I told Reward to fix Mike so that he wasn't suspicious. ------- Chapter 5: At Pete's Ice Cream Stand I still had the rest of the evening before me, and all day Monday, and I wasn't getting at all tired of this. I decided to go out and see what else I could find. I drove into central Phoenix along Van Buren, where the hookers hang out. It was early, but a few girls were on their stations. Most were scary looking, as usual, but there was one fairly good-looking one just west of 24th but I was by her before I really noticed her. I thought maybe I might come back. I turned north on 16th, which put me in a Mexican neighborhood. I saw an old-fashioned ice cream stand -- it looked like it was probably once a Dairy Queen, but now it was called Pete's. It had a fair crowd, so I figured it was probably good, and I stopped. Normally I wouldn't stop at this kind of place in this kind of neighborhood, but I figured Reward could take care of things for me. As I got out, I reminded him he was supposed to anticipate trouble for me. There was no trouble though. It was a happy crowd on a pleasant early-summer evening. A few people glanced at me -- Anglos don't linger in this area a lot -- but none of the looks were hostile and no one said anything. I got my small butterscotch sundae, and looked around. There was no place to sit, so I had Reward pick out somebody who was close to being finished and tell them to leave. Immediately, two guys at a small table got up and walked to their car, slurping the last of their cones. I sat down at their table and dove into my sundae. After a couple spoons (quite good), I started studying the crowd. Predominantly male -- this was apparently something of a hang-out. Most of the women were disappointing. Fat and/or ugly. Too bad, I thought, but the night's still young. I finished my sundae. As I walked back to my car, I saw a girl I had missed because she had been sitting directly behind me and had her back turned to me. She was young, probably 16, with a dark brown complexion, high cheekbones, and somewhat flattish nose that spoke of a mostly Indian ancestry. Her hair was long -- almost to her waist -- straight, black, and shiny. Her eyes were equally black and equally shiny. Although she was sitting down, she appeared to be slender. I studied her discreetly for a few seconds as I walked back to my car. Her companion was another girl, a little older and a lot fatter. When I got to the car, I made up my mind. I told Reward to tell the girl to get in my car, tell the crowd to totally ignore her, and tell the companion to forget that she came here with the girl. The girl got up, threw the remainder of her drink in the trash can and walked over to my car. As she got in I saw that nobody even glanced at her. "Hi," she said as she slid into the seat next to me, "My name's Lupe, what's yours?" As a pulled back onto 16th Street, I told her my name and asked what she was doing tonight. "Oh, nothing," she said with a shrug of her bare shoulders. "I was just hanging out with my friend, but you looked like you might be fun to go with." Now that she was closer, I could see that she was younger than I had thought -- probably 14. Oh well, in for a dime, in for a dollar. Instantly she answered my question -- the one I hadn't asked. "Yes, I'm 14." Just for variety's sake, I decided to take a different approach this time. I had come on slowly and softly with both Lisa and Beth, letting both of them make the first move. It might be interesting to be very blunt and direct with this girl. I told Reward to tell her to accept and agree with everything I said, no matter how outrageous. "I think you're right, I think we could have fun," I said. "Would you like to fuck?" She looked over at me and smiled. "Yeah, let's do that. Can you show me how? I've never done it." I assured her I would be happy to show her how as I turned on to Van Buren again and pulled into one of the old motels that cater to the hooker trade. I paid my $20 and got a room key without any questions. We walked into the sleazy room -- one queen size bed with a cheap spread, one dresser that probably didn't get much use, a TV on the dresser that probably played porn movies, a nightstand and a lamp with no shade, and two chairs from an old kitchen set. Not elegant, but certainly sufficient for our needs. Everything except the bed was superfluous, in fact. I led Lupe to the bed and sat her down on it. I put an arm around her, and began to stroke her leg with the other hand. She was wearing a light summer dress, and my hand began to push the hem up slightly, exposing more of her thin brown thighs. Per my instructions to Reward, she wasn't nervous at all -- just anticipating an interesting new experience. "You've never fucked, Lupe?" "No." She had been watching my hand near the top of her thigh, but looked up to smile at me. A gorgeous smile that covered her whole face. "Have you played around with any boys?" She told me about a boy in her school, Gonzalo, who had taken her into her bedroom one day a few weeks ago, when nobody else was home, and tried to get her to "do things" with him. He had apparently been stopped with one quick feel of her tit and a try at her panties. "He put his hand almost where your hand is, but I slapped him and made him stop." "But you're not going to slap me, are you?" I asked with a smile. "No, of course not" she laughed. "I want you to do it." I started caressing her crotch, though staying outside her panties. She shuddered slightly. "What do you want me to do?" She was getting excited and barely able to speak. She leaned against me and whispered shyly, "I want you to do everything." I pushed her back so that she was lying crosswise on the bed. My left hand continued caressing her cunt as the panties began getting wet. The right hand cupped a breast through the thin dress. It was the breasts that had misled me about her age -- they were large for a girl of 14. I continued to caress her pussy and breast as I leaned down to kiss her gently, then harder. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Oh yes, please. I want to be fucked." Her dress buttoned halfway down the front, and now I undid those buttons, sliding my hand in on her cotton bra. She shuddered again, as I instructed Reward to make sure she was very aroused -- I wanted to avoid pain when I took her cherry. And I wanted her hot. Since she was totally inexperienced, not ever having had even a good make-out session (or whatever they call it today), I had to do all the work. I slid the narrow straps of the dress off her shoulders, telling her to lean forward. Then I kissed her again as I fumbled for the clasp of her bra. After a couple seconds, the bra was open and her delicious young tits were there for the sucking. They were a couple small (by adult standards) mounds, perfectly shaped and, with the firmness of youth, standing out from her chest even when she was lying down. She had tiny brown aureoles, and small but very erect nipples. I bit lightly on one nipple and another shudder ran through her, then I sucked in half her breast and she gasped with pleasure. "Oh yes, Tom, yes. Please do that, please!" I continued to alternately suck and lick first one breast, then the other, using my hand to massage whichever breast wasn't getting attention from my mouth. Meanwhile, my other hand was busy with her pussy. Her hips now were beginning to move with my hand, and I took my mouth away from her tit long enough to tell her to raise her hips. As she did, I quickly pulled her panties down to her knees. I stood and looked down at her for a second as she caught her breath. What a sight! A 14 year old Latin beauty, her black hair splayed out all over the bed, her face distorted with lust, her dress pulled down to her waist showing two perfect girltits, the tips glistening with my saliva, and the bottom of her dress pulled up to her waist and her panties around her knees. Between them a perfect little virgin pussy, wet with her passion, with a few small hairs around it. It was all I could do to resist just yanking her legs apart and ramming it in. I took my clothes off. "Are you having fun, Lupe?" She smiled. "Yes. I didn't know it was like this. Please do it some more." "Do what?" I teased, pulling her panties the rest of the way off, then removing the dress so she was perfectly naked. Perfect being an appropriate word. "You know," she giggled. "No, I don't," I said as I helped pull her fully onto the bed, reclining on the pillows. "Do you want me to suck your tits?" I asked. "Yes," she gasped, as I did what I said. "Do you want me to rub your pussy?" I asked, again doing it. "Oh god, yes. Oh please do it. Please!" "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, please, do everything, fuck me," she cried. But I didn't fuck her yet, much as I wanted to. I returned to sucking and massaging her tits, and rubbing her pussy, now forcing her legs slightly apart and beginning to get a finger into the outer lips. She was nearly helpless as she experienced these pleasures for the first time. She leaned back on the pillow and alternately moaned and purred, as my finger went closer and closer to her virgin hole. She moaned more loudly as I found the clit and touched it softly. Then as I massaged it gently the moan became a constant, then finally she shuddered strongly as her first orgasm came over her. I let up for a few seconds, just lightly licking her tit and keeping my hand where it was, as she came down. As she relaxed, I kissed her and asked, "Did you like that?" "Oh my god, yes," she breathed. "Do you want some more?" She just nodded weakly. I returned to tit-sucking and fingering, now working the finger into her hole to loosen it up. Her hips began moving with my fucking motion. After a few minutes she was again beginning to gasp and moan. Either she was naturally a hot little babe, or Reward had done a hell of a job on her. I didn't care which it was. She was now bucking her hips so hard against my hand that I thought she might lose her cherry right now. But I wanted to get it the traditional way, so I removed my finger. She groaned in disappointment as I did so. I repositioned myself between her legs, pushing them widely apart. This is my favorite view of a girl -- on her back, legs spread wide, and her pussy open and just waiting for a cock. But she wasn't going to get my cock just yet. I had never tasted a virgin pussy. When I was young, I didn't know what joy there was in licking a cunt. When I was old enough to appreciate it, virgins were no longer on my menu. I was determined to enjoy this one. I told her to spread her pussy lips with her fingers -- it really turns me on to see a girl do that. She did so, looking at me with anticipation. I feasted on the sight of her delicate pink lips, her small clitoris peeping out, and her vagina. I felt like a cartoon miser, screaming "Mine, all mine!" I enjoyed the view for a while, then got up close and looked some more. The closer I got, the prettier it was, and the lewder the image of a young virgin pulling her pussy open, inviting me, pleading with me, to enter her. Finally, I moved all the way up to her, smelling her lust. I stuck my tongue out and barely touched her clit. She took her breath in sharply and whispered "Yes!" I moved my tongue to the top of her slit and licked around the edges. I dropped down and entered her hole, causing another shiver to run through her. She was close to coming. I poked her hole for a few seconds, making sure it was wet -- though it was unnecessary, she was as wet as I'd ever experienced. Then I went back out to the edges and began slowly circling in. As I moved closer she began moaning more and moving her hips, trying to get my tongue on her clit. I kept teasing, licking around and around her clit, occasionally just brushing it as she swivelled her hips wildly. Each time I touched the clit she gasped or moaned, moving closer and closer to her second orgasm. Finally, after driving her near madness with frustration, I reached out my lips and sucked her clit in fully, then swept the full length of my tongue across its tip. She screamed and bucked so wildly I bit my tongue and lost contact with her for a second, but she grabbed my head and forced me back on her clit as she wailed. I sucked for a few seconds longer, driving her orgasm higher, then let loose. I came up to the pillow and lay beside her as her breathing slowed. I kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her eyes opened and she smiled, then reached an arm around my head. For a second she caressed my neck as she looked into my eyes with gratitude. Then she pulled my head down to her and kissed me deeply, putting her tongue in my mouth. When she broke the kiss, she spoke softly but huskily. "Now is it time to fuck?" "Yes," I said, "it's time to fuck." I kissed her, then told her to bring her knees up as close to her chest as possible, then spread them as far apart as possible. With the flexibility of youth, of course, she had no trouble bringing them all the way up against her tits, then spreading them almost flat against the bed. Again I feasted on the sight of this beautiful girl, in the last moments of her virginity, opened as wide as she could go. Her pussy gaped open and her hole glistened with anticipation. "You're beautiful," I said. She smiled, but she looked like she didn't want compliments -- she wanted cock. I kissed her as I positioned myself over her. Then I told her it would probably hurt a bit as I entered (meanwhile telling Reward to make sure it just hurt a little -- enough to be real). Then I told her to put my cock in. She took it tenderly, the first time she had touched it. Her touch caused it to twitch and she backed off for a second in surprise. But she recovered quickly and took at again and firmly placed it at the entrance to her hole. I pressed slowly forward, filling her gradually and letting her get used to having a man inside her. She whimpered slightly, partially pain, partially passion. Mostly passion, apparently, as she put her arm around me and pulled me down while she pressed her hips forward. "Fuck me," she whispered. I was enjoying the sight of my cock slowly disappearing into her virgin cunt, but as she pulled me to her, I couldn't see it anymore. At that moment however, I reached her hymen. I paused at the door to her womanhood for a second, as she pressed forward, trying to force me to break in. Then I pulled her close to me and kissed her as I pushed strongly forward and ripped her open. As we kissed I could feel her muffled cry more than hear it, and I could feel her stiffen, then relax as the pain coursed through her. I held my cock still just past her maidenhead. I broke the kiss, then gave her a peck on the cheek as I asked her if she was okay. She smiled wanly and said she was alright. "It wasn't anywhere near as bad as my sister said." She pulled my head to her and kissed me and then thanked me for taking her cherry. Then she said, "Now it's time to really fuck me," as she put her hands on my butt and pulled me forward, pressing her own hips forward at the same time. I held back, knowing it was better to enter slowly, but I let her gradually suck me in until our crotches met. She moaned with the pleasure of being filled. ""I've never felt anything like it," she gasped. "It's wonderful." I rested for a second with my cock fully embedded, then slowly pulled it out. She tried to move toward me, wanting to keep it in her. When I had pulled almost all the way out, I entered again, very slowly, making sure the hymen was thoroughly destroyed. Several more times I withdrew slowly and came back even more slowly. She began to beg whimperingly for more, putting her feet on my ass and trying to pull me into her. Once I accidentally pulled all the way out and she cried out as if she were being deprived of all her life's happiness. I rubbed my cock against her clit and she again moaned with pleasure. But that wasn't what she wanted now. All her thoughts were focused on one thing -- she wanted to be fucked. She reached between us and grabbed my cock. No tentative touching now -- she grabbed it and placed it firmly in her cunt and then drove her hips forward to put it securely back where it belonged. For all her inexperience she knew that she was close again and that this one would be bigger than the other two. She wanted it now, and she knew the only way to get it was to have that cock inside her, pounding at her womb. She wasn't going to let it get away from her. As I entered her again I sped up the pace slightly, then faster as I knew I was also nearing my climax. In a few seconds we were both grunting and gasping with exertion and lust as we neared the peak. Her legs tightened around my waist and flexed faster and faster as her hips drove forward with more and more power. I stopped supporting myself on my elbows and crushed down on her as my hips drove into her, pounding her into a frenzy. At last, neither of us could take it anymore and we both exploded. She screamed briefly and then went limp, whimpering. I moaned and stiffened as my cock shot wad after wad deep inside, giving her womb its first dose of sperm. As the jets died off to dribbles I collapsed on top of her, and we both lay still for a long time. I think she fell asleep for a few minutes. I know I did. It was the sleep of total satiation. When I awoke, I rolled off her and looked at my watch and saw it was nearly ten o'clock. We had been there for about two hours. I asked her when she had to be home. "Ten o'clock," she said as she kissed me. Then she smiled, or perhaps leered is a better word. "But I don't care how much trouble I get in. I want to be fucked again." I laughed softly, causing a hurt expression. "Sorry, Lupe," I said. "I'm not laughing at you. But you need to learn something. Women have a big advantage -- they can fuck again as soon as they want, and keep fucking all night. But a man needs to rest and recuperate for a while before he can go again. And each time he needs a longer rest." She stored this away. "Yeah," she nodded slowly, "my sister said something like that. But does that mean we can't fuck again?" she asked plaintively. "Well," I said, "there's something a girl can do to help her man recover faster." She looked at me eagerly. It was obvious she was ready to jump off the Valley Center if that would get my cock back in her again. "What you need to do is suck on my cock," I told her. "Unless a man is totally worn out, that's the surest way to get him back to action, because it works on men just the way my licking worked on you." That convinced her. She knew how cunnilingus had made her feel, and knew that nobody could resist anything that felt that good. She took my limp, sticky cock in her hand. "How do I do it?" she asked. First I suggested that she lick my cock and balls. There are few things that give me more pleasure than having a woman (or girl) lick her own cum off my cock when I've just finished fucking her. There's something slightly decadent about having a woman clean me with her mouth after I've enjoyed her cunt. Lupe did the job willingly, if not particularly well, and my cock began to stiffen slightly. I then told her to put my cock in her mouth and to suck on it, while massaging it with her tongue. She did the job with enthusiasm, and not too badly for a first-timer. I gave her a few hints as she went along, signaling my pleasure when she did something particularly well. The biggest thrill, far better than the actual blowjob, was to see her pretty little face as her mouth struggled to accommodate a cock for the first time. And equally exciting was just the guilty knowledge that this girl sucking on my dick, trying to get me hard enough to fuck her again, was only fourteen. I thought about making her suck me till I came in her virgin mouth, but I decided that, however exciting the idea was, it would be unfair. She wanted to be fucked. And, for that matter, I wanted to fuck her. It didn't take much of this to bring my cock back to full strength. I reluctantly lifted her head away from my cock, and told her I'd show her another way to fuck. She was a willing student, as I told her to kneel on all fours as I entered her from behind. She was a gorgeous sight from behind, as she turned to watch me position myself between her widespread legs, her cute little ass with its thin cheeks upthrust to open her cunt more fully for me. I spread her lips and slipped my cock into her cunt, thoroughly wet both from her current excitement and the remains of her first fuck. Even knowing that she was thoroughly wet, I moved into her slowly, but she thrust her ass back impatiently, lodging me in her to the max, and driving her ass cheeks against my belly. I drew back and drove forward more quickly, and again she came back to meet me. Soon we had a good rhythm, and I enjoyed the pleasure of watching her pretty little ass in motion. I couldn't resist the impulse to stick a finger in her asshole, which had been wettened a bit by juices dripping from her cunt. It went in fairly easily, she didn't resist at all, and I realized that this was a girl who was, at least tonight, totally without inhibitions. She'd let me do anything. Her breathing, her head collapsed on the pillow, and her ass driving back to capture my cock, told me that she was so aroused she was ready for the next level. I worked on her asshole and told Reward to lubricate it very thoroughly (man, was it tight!) as I continued to pound her cunt. Then I asked her, "Lupe, are you ready to try something else?" Naturally, she agreed, just saying, "Anything, just keep fucking me." I said, "Lupe, I'm going to get in your ass." She didn't say a word, just nodded as I pulled my cock out of her cunt with a sucking noise and moved it up the road to her anus. As the head of my cock met the pucker of her asshole she pushed back slightly to invite it in. I told Reward to suppress any pain as I slowly drove my cockhead in. The sensations from her tight little asshole were incredible, and again she was having no part of a slow entry as she pushed her ass back to take in more of my cock. I held back to avoid entering her too fast, but it was only a few seconds before my belly rested against her upturned ass. Lupe wiggled her ass deliciously and pressed back, trying to get more. But I had no more to give her and slowly pulled back. She was so tight that the inner membrane of her asshole was exposed as I pulled out. I pushed forward again and was again met by her backward motion. My first reluctance to drive into her hard was overcome by our mutual passion, and soon I was pounding into her ass as hard and as fast as I could go. Lupe's passion soon overcame her ability to keep her balance, and we collapsed on our sides. The fall dislodged me from her ass and saved me from coming sooner than I wanted. Lupe groaned in dismay as her favorite toy got away from her, and grabbed for my cock to put it back in her ass. I had other plans, though. "Let's try something else," I suggested. I rolled on my back and motioned for her to get on top of me. She was confused for a second, but obediently swung one leg over me and faced me. As she sat on me and felt my cock poke her ass, though, she quickly understood the principle. She grabbed my cock and positioned herself over it. Then she looked at me quizzically. "Where should I put it?" she asked innocently. The deliciousness of the question almost made me come -- a fourteen year old girl asking me in total innocence whether I thought she should put my cock in her cunt or her ass. I told her to put it wherever she wanted. She hesitated, trying to weigh her pleasures, then finally decided to stick it in her cunt. She put it in and lowered herself, then began her up and down motion. I pulled her slightly toward me, so that I could comfortably play with her tits. I mashed them against her chest, then pulled on the nipples, then just squeezed them as she pistoned up and down on my cock. Her ragged breathing told me that she was near her orgasm, and I pulled her face down to me to kiss her, and to slow her down slightly. I held her tight in my arms and kissed her deeply, playing with her tits with one hand and getting the other hand around to her asshole. I could only get the tip of the finger in, but that was enough to remind her of the pleasure she had felt there. She squirmed against the finger, trying to get more in. As we kissed, I turned her over, without taking my cock from her cunt. She quickly put her thin legs around my waist, then whispered in my ear, "Finish me, Tom, I need to come." So did I, so I wasted no time in setting up a jackhammer motion. Her legs pulled me back to her strongly each time I moved away, and after three or four strokes she was beginning to pant rapidly. A couple more and both of us were gone, as she again howled with pleasure and my cock gave her cunt walls their second coat. We probably should have taken a shower; we were both coated in sweat and come. But I knew it was late, and I figured a shower would simply turn into a third fuck. Much as I liked that idea, I figured I'd better get her home, so I just told Reward to clean us up. It was after 11:30 as we pulled onto her street, a sad looking collection of older wood houses, with yards full of junk cars and surrounded by chainlink fences. She told me her dad was a construction worker who was out of work as often as not, and her mom worked as a waitress in a coffee shop. As I looked around the neighborhood, I told Reward to find her dad a steady job. I also told him to make everybody think it was ten o'clock when she walked in. As we parked I gave her a good night kiss and thanked her for all the pleasure she had given me. She said she would never forget this night and asked when she would see me again. I knew otherwise but just said that I'd call her soon. As she got out and opened the gate to her walkway, she turned and waved. I waved back and told Reward to make her forget everything as soon as she got to the door. On the way home, I added a few more assignments for Reward. I told him to make sure she didn't have sex again until she was through high school, but then to have a vague memory of what she had learned this night -- I didn't want to have her settling for a quick poke -- I wanted her to know how to give and get pleasure. Then I decided to put her hymen back, so somebody else could have the same pleasure I did in taking it, but to make it thin so it wouldn't hurt much more than it did tonight. As I drove on Van Buren, I saw the same hooker I had noticed earlier. I almost stopped, but decided I had had enough for one night. ------- Chapter 6: Beth Eats Me For Breakfast Monday was Memorial Day, but I got up early as usual. I reflected as I drank my morning coffee that I probably didn't need to sleep anymore, or for that matter, eat, but I decided to keep my life as normal as possible (with some obvious exceptions) until I felt more comfortable with all my options. It was about 8:30. I was still in my robe and on my second cup and beginning to think about what I could do with the day, when the phone rang. It was Beth. Mike had been called to the hospital and would be gone a couple hours, she said. She wondered if I'd like her to come over. She was almost panting at the thought. I assured her I'd love to have her come over. She said her problem was Melissa. I thought for a second, then said, "Beth, you've got to trust me on this. I can't tell you how, but I can give you an absolute guarantee that Melissa will be okay while you're gone." I told Reward to tell her to accept this, and then told him to keep Melissa out of trouble while I fucked her mother. Beth hesitated only a second. "Tom, if you tell me something, that's good enough for me. I'll be right over." She must have almost run, because I'd barely had time to put the dishes in the sink before the doorbell rang. When I let her in I had barely closed the door, when she grabbed me and pulled my lips down to hers. We embraced in a deep soul kiss while she pressed her body tightly against me. When at last we came up for air, she took my hand and began to lead me to the bedroom. "I was thinking about you all night. Mike wanted sex last night, and I tried to imagine I was making love with you, but it didn't work." She kissed me again and opened my robe, caressing my chest, then my stomach and finally my cock and balls. When she broke the kiss she looked at me seriously and said, "Tom, I want to do something special for you. Get on the bed." As I did so, she took off her clothes. She had been wearing a simple sleeveless white blouse and suburban matron walking shorts. Now I again admired her simple graceful curves. When she got on the bed she took my cock in her hand again and rubbed it gently, getting it to full strength. "I want to take you all the way with a blow job," she said. "I've never had a man come in my mouth -- I've never wanted it -- but I want to do it for you." She smiled at me. What could I say but "Thank you"? Then she added, with a grin, "But only if you promise to give me my fuck afterward." "Deal," I answered. She smiled again as she put my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. She used her tongue to stroke it on the underside, then swirl around it again and again. At first, she had only two or three inches in, while she stroked the rest with her hand. (My cock is no wonder machine, it's a fairly normal six or seven inches. I had thought about having Reward add an inch or two, but that's another thing I'd decided to reflect on some more). Her other hand was busy playing with my balls. I was getting pretty aroused already, but then she took the rest of my cock, with the tip resting in her throat. The feeling was wonderful! With her now free hand, she separated my buttocks and began pushing one of her fingers slowly into my butthole. She wasn't getting it far in, so she released my cock for a minute and asked me "Enjoying yourself?" with a self-satisfied smirk, as she licked her finger. "You know damn well I am," I said, then added, "By the way, you'd get your finger a lot wetter by putting it in your pussy." "Good idea," she said, sticking her finger deep up her vagina, and grinning with pleasure as she did so, then bringing out a load of her juice, which she put to good use, sliding her finger right up my ass as I groaned with delight. Then my cock was back in her mouth, and she began a slow up-and-down motion, which I soon joined, gently fucking her mouth, easing my cockhead into and out of her throat. I was getting closer and closer to a climax, as the suction seemed to be pulling the sperm from my cock. There were multiple sensations in a coordinated attack on my senses as she sucked my cock, fondled my balls and rammed her finger in and out of my ass, all in the same tempo. I couldn't last long under this type of onslaught, and I didn't. With a grunt, my cock gave up and spurted several long streams of sperm. Beth pulled her finger out of my ass and released my balls, but continued sucking until she had the last of my come. Then she licked her finger, straight out of my ass. Obviously, this whole scene was important to her as a demonstration of her devotion to me. I appreciated it, and held her tenderly as I kissed her. "I love you, Tom," she said. "I love you, too," I answered. And it was true. This could complicate my life, I realized. Although the sort of love I felt was different from the lifetime relationship I had built with Chris, it was nonetheless real; and it could be a real problem, to say the least, to be in love with two women who live across the street from each other and carry on regular conversations about fertilizer. Even though I had the power to ensure that Chris never found out that I was fucking her neighbor, the whole situation was potentially more distressing than I had foreseen. Still, I was in it, and there was no getting out. Or at least there was no getting out without giving up Beth -- and that I was not prepared to do. I certainly wasn't prepared to think about it while lying there cuddling with Beth after having gotten the blowjob of a lifetime. We laid there for a while just holding each other, before I remembered that we only had a limited amount of time, and that I had promised her a fuck (not that I looked on it as an onerous duty). I rolled her off me and onto her back, leaning over to suck her tit and begin a slow fingerfuck. She was already wet and a little rubbing of her clit was enough to get more moisture flowing. In a minute or two, she was thoroughly ready for my finger to enter her. Soon I added a second finger and then a third, while I used my thumb on her clit. It was only a couple more minutes of this before the steady motion of her hips told me that she was ready to fuck. I quickly mounted between her wide-spread thighs. She put out her hand and placed my cock at the entrance, then moved her hips up to take me in. She sighed as she pulled me down on her, and I began with long, slow strokes. We kissed as we fucked, and then I lowered my head to her right tit and sucked it as I kept up the slow fuck. She groaned with pleasure and nuzzled my ear. I got off her and told her to turn around. "I want to do you doggie-style," I said. She hopped up quickly and raised her ass high. "Do me," she said. I slipped my cock easily into her sopping wet cunt and began more of the long, slow strokes. She put her head down in the pillow and just met my strokes. This was one of those slow, easy sessions that can be such a nice counterpoint to a hard, passionate fuck. Her pretty round ass looking up at me reminded that I ought to give her a payback. I reached down to her cunt and got my finger wet, although the entrance to her asshole was already well-lubricated from our missionary fucking. My finger went in easily and she sighed and then said, "Oh that's good, Tom. Stick it in." I did as she asked and ran my middle finger in as far as it would go, then began an in and out motion in tempo to our fucking. She was soon grunting and pushing back harder and I was picking up my tempo. We came together. No histrionics or fireworks this time, just a satisfying mutual orgasm as we collapsed together on the bed. We laid there for a while, spoon-fashion, with me still in her. After a few minutes, I pulled out, then made a show of licking the finger that had been in her butt (I checked it first to be sure there was no shit on it). It tasted pretty good. I put an arm around her and we cuddled together for a few minutes. We still had a little time before Mike would be home, so she called Melissa to be sure she was okay, and then we took a shower, exploring each other with our hands while we washed away the smell of sex. As she toweled off and dried her hair, we talked about what neither of us wanted to think about -- the future. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Tom. These last two days have reminded me what I'm missing in my life. I'm not saying I need to be fucked like this every day, although," she grinned, "I wouldn't mind. But how can I deal with going weeks without getting any decent loving? Because you know there will be times when that happens -- when our schedules just conflict." "It won't be so bad for you," she continued in the way that women have of turning things into an accusation against men, "you've got Chris. But I'm stuck with Mike." I didn't tell her that Chris was probably as lousy a lover as Mike, though certainly not as lousy a person. The substance of her complaint was still valid -- I had all the means I needed of getting sexual satisfaction, while she had only me. I kissed her tenderly and then held her close, rubbing her back and head. "Don't worry," I said softly, "I won't let you down. We'll get together on a regular basis, every few days, at least once a week." I kissed her again. "I promise it." We walked to the door and kissed again. "I don't know how you'll do it," she said, "but somehow I know that if you say it, you will." ------- Chapter 7: Missy The Magic Sex Machine It was still morning, and I grabbed a sandwich and a Pepsi and tried to figure out what to do with the day. Actually, I laughed to myself, who to do. The thought occurred to me that I hadn't yet tried doing a "fake" girl -- a girl that Reward created out of my imagination, like the one in my car the first day (was that only forty-eight hours ago?) I asked Reward what to do, and he told me to just imagine what I wanted and he'd fill in the details. "Remember," he added, "you can always adjust her later." I decided to start with a repeat of the girl in the car. Instantly she was there. Eighteen years old, five-two, just over 100 pounds, about 34B-23-34. Wearing the same clothes, a thin white croptop that left her perfect flat belly exposed, jeans cut off to the crotch, long blond hair in a ponytail, a cute tanned face with little snub nose. She was sitting on the couch at the opposite end from where I was, watching TV, and reached over to drink my Pepsi, giving me a smile, just as if she'd been there for hours. I decided it would be interesting if she had been. I remembered what Reward had said about her having no past, so I decided to create one for her. She was my girlfriend, had been for a few weeks. She had moved in last week. She had a lousy homelife and had become very dependent on me. We had had a fight last night and I had been very cold to her all morning. She was afraid I was about to throw her out. She was willing to do anything to win me back. She put the Pepsi down and came over to my side of the couch. She sat next to me, and cuddled close. "I'm sorry, Tom, it was all my fault." I suddenly realized I didn't know her name. Missy, I guess -- yes, she was very much a Missy. "I don't know, Missy," I said, feeling that I was playing a role in which I was improvising my lines, but also realizing that the other actor had to go along with whatever I improvised. "I don't know, maybe this isn't going to work out, there's too much of an age difference." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please don't say that, Tom. I promise I'll change. I'll do whatever you say from now on." Now two little tears coursed down each cheek. "Please give me another chance -- any time you want a blowjob I'll do it, I promise." So that's what the fight was about. To prove her good intentions, she smiled at me and put her hand on my crotch. "How 'bout right now?" she asked with a leer. How could any man resist the combination of tears and a blowjob? Certainly not me -- either one is generally enough. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She had the zipper down and my pants around my ankles in two seconds flat. Then she fastened her mouth on my cock and was sucking with abandon. She wasn't as good as Beth, but she wasn't bad either. She was lying on her belly, with her head in my lap, her ponytail shaking as her head bobbed up and down. It was a pretty sight, although I usually prefer to be in position to watch the girl's face as she sucks me. Nonetheless, I was enjoying this, and the sight of her firm little ass, covered (just barely) in cutoffs was compensation enough. The jeans had ridden up slightly, and the bottom of each cheek was visible. I reached over and rubbed all over her ass, then ran my finger along the exposed portion of her ass, where it joins her thigh. She liked that, and sped up her sucking. I pulled her butt toward me, making her curl slightly, to give me better access, though she was so small that I could reach her ass easily. I kept rubbing her, giving her a couple light spanks. God, she was firm! I again touched the bottom of her ass, this time following the curve around to her cunt. She was (of course) wearing no panties, and practically all that existed of the crotch of the cutoffs was the seam and about a half-inch of denim on each side. My fingers slipped in easily, although the tightness of the jeans left them little room to play. I slipped two into her little cunt and felt around. It was dry, and then I remembered a flaw in the scenario I had created. She was giving me this blowjob not because she wanted to, but because she was afraid I was going to throw her out. Not something that would lead to instant arousal. I needed a modification, and the best I could come up with on short notice was nymphomania. She loved to fuck, in fact she lived to fuck. She was giving me the blowjob in order to keep me, but also because she loved everything connected with sex. Immediately, the pressure from her mouth increased and as I slipped my fingers back into her cunt they were met by a veritable gusher. She squirmed her cunt onto my fingers, trying to force them further into her. Unfortunately, I was still constrained by the tightness of the jeans, so I pulled the fingers out (eliciting a murmur of protest, muffled by my cock), then tried to get the jeans off her. I didn't do it quickly enough to satisfy the baby-faced slut who was sucking my cock, so she pushed my hands out of the way and unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed the jeans far enough down her thighs that she could wiggle the rest of the way out of them, with my help. I didn't help too much, because I was enjoying the wiggling. Out of the jeans, she twisted her body to turn her cunt to face me directly, and raised one leg to let me in more easily. I was ready to oblige, and quickly had a finger, then two, up her fuckhole. I had them moving at a pretty good pace, and had a thumb working on her clit, but apparently I wasn't doing it hard enough, because her hips started shoving back at my hand with more and more urgency. I wasn't fucking her with my fingers, she was fucking my fingers. The blowjob was okay, but I wanted into that hot cunt. I pulled her off my cock and rolled her over on her back. Immediately, her legs spread out like wings, and she raised her cunt invitingly. "Fuck me," she said. "I need you in me." I got on top of her, stuck it in, and started fucking. It didn't last long. We were both so hot when I got in her that there was no way either of us could last more than a few strokes. In less than a minute, Missy was stretching her legs high in the air, scratching my back, and screaming in ecstasy. I was a good bit quieter, but I certainly enjoyed it as I filled her little cunt with sperm. When we came down, Missy immediately began licking my cock clean -- something that I think I've mentioned that I love. When she had completed this job, however, she began to wheedle and whine, which I like less. "Wasn't that great, Tom?" she asked. "Please let me stay here, we can do that all the time. I'll do anything you want, anytime you want. You can buttfuck me, or I'll give you blowjobs, or you can fist me, or anything..." "Suck me," I said, just to shut her up. I had sat up on the couch by this time, and as I pointed to the floor, she immediately got between my legs and started sucking. While she sucked, I was busy thinking. It was obvious there were pluses and minuses to this invented-person routine. The first thing was that I needed to be more careful about selecting personalities for such "people". Missy was gorgeous and certainly accommodating, but there was a basic problem with her: I didn't like her. On the other hand, it was rather nice to play with such creatures, since they don't really exist. To clarify my thinking on this, let me use Lupe as an example. She was a 14-year-old virgin. Having sex with her was wrong by nearly any measure imaginable and I had felt twinges of guilt about it ever since, even though I had wiped her memory clean after the fact. At the same time, I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking her, and I knew I was going to have more underage girls. A being that exists only when it is in my presence is much easier to use as a sex toy, since I am not causing her (it?) any harm no matter how outrageously I treat her. With a real person, for example, I could never bring myself to say "suck me" to get her to shut up. But how could it harm Missy, even temporarily, since she didn't exist? She was flesh and blood, alive and sentient, and yet she was no more a real person than one of those blow-up dolls you buy in a porn shop. I was getting back into those "meaning of life" questions, but I thought I was on to something. In the meantime, however, Missy had gotten me thoroughly hard and I told her to turn around. Then I got on the floor behind her and gave her a good buttfucking. It was a great butt, of course, since it had been built to my specifications. When we were done, however, I had Reward make her go away. Not a successful experiment, but hopefully a good learning experience. ------- Chapter 8: The Prince Family I was left, however, with nothing to do for the afternoon. I could do something other than fuck (but that, at the moment, was all I wanted to do), go out and find something, or create another fucktoy. I decided I didn't want to create another girl just yet, so I went out. I needed to stop by a computer store and get a new laptop anyway, so I headed to a nearby power center that had a CompUSA (in addition to a Kmart, a Toys R Us, and a couple other big stores). Since I had just been through the whole comparison shopping routine when I bought my recently-deceased laptop two months previous, and since I now had an unlimited supply of money, it didn't take me long to shop. I just bought the one I really wanted to buy last time, but didn't because it cost too much -- plus there had been some new chips come out, so I got a slightly higher level of that model, and then I had them add every possible upgrade and accessory. I forget what I paid, but it was a bundle. But what did I care? I charged it and told Reward to make sure the charge cleared. I deliberately chose a card that I knew only had about $1000 under its cap. No problem. As I was getting into my car with my new top of the line, A-1, nifty-keen laptop in its brand new leather carrying case with about 40 compartments on it, I saw a mother and her two daughters pass in front of my car and start loading their Toys R Us bags into the car next to me. Mom was early thirties, fashionably if casually dressed (apparently some money, the car was a brand new high-end sports utility vehicle), dark blond, very trim, about 5-4, with an attractive face -- blue eyes, a short nose with a few freckles, and full lips that were pulled back in a big smile as she laughed at something a daughter said. The girls, about 9 and 11, were miniature versions of their mother. Both were blonder than mom, one had brown eyes, but facially they were almost identical, and both were, like their mother, happy. They were all laughing and giggling and having a great time. This, I said to myself, is what is lacking in a manufactured playmate. I need someone not only just as attractive as these females, but with the sort of personality that would make them a pleasure to be with. Were the girls a trifle young? Well, er, uh, ahem -- yes. But I had enjoyed my evening with Lupe so much that, as I mentioned earlier, I knew I was going to do it again. I hadn't planned on going quite this young, but these were a couple heartbreakers -- their beauty, their slim, flexible bodies, and their bubbling, vivacious personalities, their joie de vivre, made them irresistible. Mom wasn't bad either, frankly, and the thought of having a mother and daughter(s) together was something I hadn't considered but, now that I did, it rather turned me on. So I decided to take them home with me and have an afternoon fuckfest. Then my damned conscience kicked in. Boy, do I hate it when that happens. I reminded myself over and over that I could wipe their memories clear when I was done with them, that I could ensure no physical harm befell them, that I could suppress any pain. None of it worked -- I'd still be fucking little girls and making their mother watch (and presumably vice versa), and it was wrong. Damn. I turned the key and headed home, with only my nifty keen laptop to keep me company. On the way, however, the solution appeared to me. "Reward," I asked, "can I have girls who are exact copies of people who actually exist -- including exactly the same personalities and past history? Clones?" He said I could. I asked him if there was anything I couldn't do with/to people. Could I, for example, have sex with a nine-year-old girl? Could I steal all the gold in Fort Knox? Could I commit rape or murder? He reminded me that I was only limited in terms of not being able to wipe out the earth. He also added, saying he should have mentioned it previously, that my powers were limited to our solar system. I mentioned that I didn't see that as being a problem, and asked by way of clarification, "So I can do absolutely anything, no matter how immoral, unethical, tasteless, violent, or evil, as long as I leave enough people alive to repopulate the earth? Is that right?" Reward acknowledged that I was right, pointing out that if I decided to kill large numbers of people it would be best if I worked it out so that the survivors came from different parts of the world, in order to protect the gene pool. I told him that I understood, but that I was just using mass murder as an example -- it wasn't really on my agenda. I drove home lost in thought. I wanted that family, but how was I going to get them? Obviously I could have Reward bring them (or rather, their clones) to my house, but what would I do with them there? I didn't want to rape them, and I didn't want to turn them into sluts as I had done with Missy. How could I get them to submit willingly to being my fuckpuppets? I figured that if I could get the mother to agree, then she could convince the girls. But again... how? I asked Reward to tell me everything relevant about the personality, character, and background of the family, and especially the mother. Immediately, I knew how a computer feels when it gets a data dump. One second I knew nothing about the Prince family (for that was their name), the next I knew more than all their friends, relatives, and TRW combined. The kids were as nice, sweet, and innocent as they appeared, although the elder, Cassie, who was 12, had recently kissed a boy for the first time and had looked at some pictures in a sex magazine just three days previous. A friend had shown her the magazine, and when they had gotten excited looking at it, the friend (who had an older sister) had shown her the rudiments of fingering herself. Cassie had masturbated several times since then, fantasizing about either a boy in her class or her father, who had recently moved out of the house, and whom she missed tremendously. The younger girl, Elizabeth, also known as Little Bit, who was nine, was aware that there was such a thing as sex and that adults and older kids were fascinated by it, but she was very foggy on the details. The mother was, as might be expected, more complex. Sharon Prince was thirty-two, very recently divorced, and a very nice, kind, friendly person with just one major weakness -- she liked money a lot, and liked even more the social status that money provides. Sharon had been raised in a conservative Mormon family that had pretty much disowned her when she fell in love outside the faith and got married straight out of high school. Her husband's family had a fair amount of money however, and supported the young couple while her husband finished college. After Cassie was born, Sharon had never worked. Her husband had done pretty well, working in the family business, although the young couple had lived well beyond their means. The husband had eventually tired of Sharon's extravagance, his attempts to rein in her spending had led to fights, and things had spiraled downhill into a divorce that had been finalized only two months previous. So Sharon, possessing an above-average libido, was horny. But more importantly, she was broke and desperate to get money. Her husband had done a much better job of choosing attorneys, and Sharon had gotten the shaft on the settlement. She had gotten the nice new car -- the husband knew that if he put a good status symbol in the package as bait, she'd ignore all the hooks -- and the expensive house. But the house was mortgaged to the hilt (and beyond) and Sharon now realized that, with no skills, she could never find a job that would come close to making the payments. At the same time, she couldn't sell -- the mortgage was so high that, after fees and points, she'd end up owing money on the sale. Beyond some amazingly small child support payments, she had gotten a lump sum payment of $10,000 that would likely be gone inside another month. She hadn't yet found a job, although she had one offer to work as a receptionist at $8.25/hour. Sharon was, in short, in big trouble. The toys I had seen them carrying to the car were the result of a gift certificate from grandma for Cassie's twelfth birthday. When dropping off the gift, Grandma had hinted that perhaps it would be best if Sharon gave her ex-husband custody of the children. So money would be the route to the Prince family pussies. But I knew "Here's some money, let me fuck your kids" was not going to work. So, as I had Reward bring me the Prince clones, I also had him adjust Sharon a bit -- without changing her basic personality. I had him turn up her greed and status-consciousness to even higher levels, increase her resentment of her husband's efforts to get the kids, and make her financial situation appear even more desperate than it was. At that moment the doorbell rang. When I answered it, there was the trim figure of Sharon Prince, in her walking shorts, designer-casual blouse, and expensive loafers. And with her were the two angels, Elizabeth asking, "Why are we here, Mommy?" Sharon hushed her with a smile, then turned the same smile to me. "Hi, my name is Sharon Prince, I had a message to come here, although I'm afraid I don't know what it's about." I smiled to put them at their ease, introduced myself, and invited them in. As they entered, I said softly to Sharon, so the girls couldn't hear, "You were sent here because I have a way to help you out of your financial problems." Her look told me she was very interested. "Perhaps the girls would like to watch some cartoons while we talk in the other room?" All of them agreed that it was a great idea, and I took them into the family room, where I let the kids choose from a selection of just about every Disney and Warner Brothers video ever released. They chose one, which I had Reward alter so that as soon as we left the room it would turn into a pedo flick -- adult males fucking little girls. Sharon and I went out to the kitchen. I won't go through the whole dialog, but suffice to say that I told Sharon that I was prepared to give her $5 million if she and her girls would spend the night with me. She asked me if I were nuts, of course, and I told her that I wasn't, but that she would be nuts to turn down the opportunity to set herself and her daughters up for life. Her next question I had fully anticipated. Why should she believe I had that kind of money and would give it to her? I took her into the garage, where there were stacked dozens of large shopping bags. I suggested she look through them. "There's $3,000,0000 in hundreds and $2,000,000 in twenties in those bags," I said. "You can tell they're real, and you can count them if you like." I watched her look through several bags, checking randomly the stacks, riffling through them. She didn't count, but she quickly knew it was no hoax. I had Reward tell me what she was thinking. She was wavering. One night, she was saying to herself, one night and I'm rich. But of course, she was still a very good mother, and how could any good mother allow her little darlings to get fucked, as the kids were getting fucked in the video her darlings were at this moment watching? I then planted several arguments in her mind and forced her to accept them as gospel -- thus allowing her to accept this outrageous proposition without, again, altering too much her basic personality. A personality which I had found, as I expected, that I liked. I reminded her that, if she didn't do this, she would likely lose the girls entirely -- wasn't it worse for the kids to be without their mother than to have one night of sex? I suggested to her that kids are being introduced to sex at younger and younger ages these days. Perhaps Cassie and Elizabeth already knew more than she thought -- wouldn't it be better for them to have their introduction with their mother watching to make sure it was done right, rather than at the hands of some ignorant classmate in a car? And then, of course, think of how much the money could buy for the girls -- a great education, the right clothes, entrée to the right groups, the best sororities -- wasn't one night more than worth it? With these rather specious arguments firmly planted and accepted, she was able to rationalize what she couldn't otherwise accept. Add that to her very real financial dilemma, and her natural (and Reward-enhanced) greed, and it was no surprise that the sacks of money won the battle. Reading her mind, I knew she had accepted, so I filled in the ground rules -- from now until eight o'clock the next morning I could do absolutely anything I wanted with her and/or her kids, in any combination I wanted, as often as I wanted. She would cooperate with me fully, show great pleasure in what she was doing, and help me persuade the kids to cooperate. I made sure about the cooperation by planting another seed -- once we got going she would discover that she had a lesbian-pedo streak. She was completely hooked. Just to cement things, I suggested that she and I carry the bags of money to her SUV. It took us a while, and there was barely enough room, but by the time we were done, there was no way she could walk away from the deal. I took the key and told her I would give it back at eight. We returned to the kitchen, then to the family room, where the video had become a Disney again about ten seconds before we walked in. I called out to the girls as we neared the door, and saw as we walked in that Cassie's blouse was pulled out, her elastic-waist jeans obviously just pulled up. Her face was flushed. I knew she'd just pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Elizabeth was also looking flustered and I was fairly certain she had tried to imitate her sister. "Have you kids been having fun?" I asked innocently, but with a wink that told them I knew what they'd been up to. They nodded eagerly, then I looked to Sharon. She was waiting for me. "Your mother and I have been having a talk," I began. "She's decided that it's time you learned about sex. You know what sex is, don't you?" They exchanged guilty looks and nodded. "It's what a man and woman do to make babies," Cassie answered. "That's right," I replied. "And now that you're getting almost grown up, it's time for you to learn how to do it." "We're not going to have babies, are we?' asked Elizabeth nervously. "Of course not, Little Bit," answered Cassie with the exasperation of an older sister. "We're not old enough." "No, you're not going to have babies," Sharon assured her, "but it's important that you learn how so you'll be ready." "Right," I added, glad that Sharon was stepping in. "And I think it's so important to learn how, that I've told your mother that I'll give her five million dollars," Sharon nodded eager agreement, "if you learn all about sex tonight." The girls whooped with delight, with visions of endless Barbie dolls and pretty clothes. "But that will mean you'll have to work very hard to learn everything. You'll have to do exactly as you're told." They nodded with solemn faces. "Some of it will hurt a little bit," added their mother, "but it won't hurt for long. Then you'll like it." "Why don't we start out by giving a demonstration?" I suggested. "You can watch your mother and I have sex." Everybody readily agreeing to this totally outrageous suggestion that sounded totally reasonable under the circumstances, I directed the group to the bedroom. I had Reward fix it up pretty much the same as it was when Lisa was here, except with a lot more ruffles and frills, figuring the girls would love it. I also had him double the size of the bed, giving all four of us plenty of room to bounce around. The girls squealed with delight when they saw the room, and immediately ran for the bed. Even Sharon seemed impressed. I helped Little Bit get up on the bed with a helping hand on her butt, which was every bit as delightful as I'd expected. I saw Sharon wince as I felt Little Bit's ass -- it was the first overt act of what she'd let herself in for, so I figured we'd better get moving before she began to have buyer's remorse. I thought I'd probably better give her a quick fuck, without wasting a lot of time on preliminaries. When Sharon and I were on the bed, I pulled her to me and kissed her, at first softly, then a bit stronger. The girls watched, rapt. I put one hand on her lower back, then rubbed down to her ass. The other hand began to massage a breast. Although Sharon's responses at first were perfunctory, Reward caused all her nerve endings to double and triple in sensitivity, and quickly she was kissing back as hard as I was. At that point, I began unbuttoning her blouse, then reached behind for her bra strap. It was a front closure bra, and Sharon unclasped it, grinning at me. The tits she bared were nice -- the sag you'd expect in a thirty-two-year-old mother of two, but still some shape and bounce to them. The nipples were not yet erect, but they stood out slightly from the large reddish aureoles. I could hear the girls whisper in surprise as I took their mother's right breast in my mouth and began to suck. I considered having them suck the other breast, but decided it would be better to wait. I traded tits for a moment, massaging the other, then my spare hand began the trip down her belly to the waist of her shorts. I didn't do it terribly slowly this time, though I paused briefly to play with her navel, which the kids enjoyed, from their laughter. Then I slid my hand under her shorts and began to massage her lower belly, then her mound. I thought I heard an intake of breath from Cassie as my hand slid down. My hand fumbled around for a moment, looking for the button, and I felt Sharon raise her hips and reach behind to do the honors herself. I looked up from her tit long enough to smile and say, "Thank you." I sat up and helped Sharon remove both her shorts and her panties, while she took off her blouse and bra. Now totally naked in front of her children as she prepared to fuck a stranger, Sharon seemed to be excited by the bizarreness of the situation. She looked at the girls and smiled, saying, "This is when it really gets fun." Then she laid back and opened her legs. I turned to the girls as I began to take my clothes off. "It's important for a man to make sure the woman is really ready before they begin to have sex," I lectured. "He has to make sure her pussy is really wet, so he can get into her easily." I put my hand on Sharon's neatly trimmed bush that showed her slit just peeping through. Two fingers entered just slightly, pulling the lips a bit apart. "She's not wet enough yet -- why don't you feel her, so you'll know what it feels like, Cassie?" Cassie hesitantly put her hand forward and poked a finger into her mother's cunt. Sharon shuddered as she did so. "You see, she's not very wet yet," I said, "so I'll have to get her ready." I was pulling my pants off, when Elizabeth said, "Can't I touch her, too?" A bonus! I nearly shouted with joy, but it was Sharon who said, eagerness beginning to show, "Go ahead, Little Bit, touch me." The lesbian-pedo suggestion was obviously kicking in. The little girl put her hand forward and touched her mother slightly, causing another shiver to run through Sharon. I took Little Bit's hand and said, "Here, honey, touch her there," and put her tiny finger on her mother's clit. This time it wasn't a mere shudder that ran through Sharon -- she moaned loudly and shook, moving her hips up, then grabbed her daughter's little arm, holding Little Bit's hand in place as she ground her hips to force her clit against it. "See how good that feels, girls?" I asked. "You'll feel that good soon." I winked at Cassie. "I'll bet you'll like that, won't you, Cassie." The little girl smiled back at me, but just said, "Let me feel her, too, Little Bit." The two little girls both plunged their hands into their mother's cunt, and started pushing each other away. "Don't fight, girls," I said, "there's room for you both." I took Little Bit's hand and helped her find her mother's vagina. "This is where I'm going to fuck her," I told the little girl, "so it will feel good if you put your finger in there." She did as she was told. "Now move it in and out," I suggested, "and Cassie, you rub your mommy's clit, but very softly and slowly." Sharon was going crazy, from the sensations she was receiving, and from the sight of her little girls fingerfucking her. Her hips moved faster, and sped up again when I returned to rubbing and sucking her tits. Sharon couldn't take the stimulation in four erogenous spots at once and quickly came, bucking her hips violently and lierally throwing the girls backward, and screaming with lust, which temporarily frightened the girls, who thought their mother was hurt. Cassie was silent, I think understanding at least partially what had happened, but Little Bit began to whimper in fear. I soothed her, holding her close and saying, "It's okay, your mommy's okay, she just yelled because she was so happy because it felt so good. Isn't that true, Sharon?" Sharon had to swallow a couple times before she could speak, but then she confirmed what I had said. "It felt wonderful, Little Bit," she said. "You did a great job, honey." Little Bit hugged her, and I suggested to Cassie that she give me a blowjob while I finished getting her mother ready. Cassie looked at me dubiously, then I told her to come over next to me. She did, and I told her to open her mouth and put my cock in it. She did as she was told again, first putting out her tongue to just taste the head. The sensation was tremendous! Then she opened her mouth wide enough to get the head in. "Ohhhh," I sighed, "you're doing it just right." Sharon looked concerned at first as I asked her 12-year-old daughter for a blowjob, but her eyes had opened as wide as Cassie's mouth as she watched the little girl suck. She was obviously getting turned on again. I then laid down between Sharon's legs and spread her cuntlips wide open, inspecting my property. It was deep red, with a large clit, fully erect of course, and large inner lips that protruded slightly even when her cunt was closed. I inserted my tongue, and stuck it up the vagina, where only moments before Little Bit's tiny finger had been fucking. "Sharon," I suggested, seeing Little Bit cuddled in her mother's arms, "why don't you show Elizabeth how to french kiss?" Again Sharon appeared shocked at first, but then excited, and pulled her little daughter near her, kissing her first lightly on the lips, then forcing the nine-year-old's mouth open and inserting her tongue. I saw her hand begin to slide down Little Bit's back and then slowly massage the tiny butt. Although Cassie's blowjob was of course inexpert, just having my cock in a 12-year-old mouth was pretty exciting, and now she was starting to get a bit more of me in her. I knew I was going to come quickly, and I didn't want her first sperm to be in her mouth. It was time for the girls to see their mom get fucked. I told Cassie to let my cock go, which she reluctantly did. I noticed that her hand had crept inside her shorts again. I grinned at her and said softly, "Does that feel good?" She just nodded. Then I reached over and put my hand on the outside of her shorts, over her crotch where her hand was so busy. "It will feel even better when my cock is in there." Her hand sped up. I saw that Sharon had looked up from her necking with Little Bit, probably when I stopped sucking her, and had seen the byplay between her daughter and me. But she no longer cared. I got between her legs and said, "Now it's time for you to see how people fuck. Little Bit, you know where this goes, so why don't you put it in?" The little girl moved away from her mother's embrace slowly, then reached out and tentatively took my cock in her hand. But she knew what to do and, with only a small slip, placed it at the door to her mother's fuckhole. Sharon gasped at the feel of a cock about to enter her for the first time in months, then moved her hips forward to seat the head inside her. I slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of entering a new cunt. But Sharon was fully lubricated, obviously, and I reached full depth easily. I stopped when I was all the way in, and kissed Sharon deeply, playing with her tits. Then I began long slow strokes. Sharon was already very excited, as was I, and I knew neither of us would last long on this first fuck of the afternoon. Soon I was up to full speed and was pounding hard and fast into Sharon's cunt as she wound her legs around me and fucked back just as hard. Just a moment before I came, I remembered to look at the girls. Cassie was on her back, with her legs as wide as her mother's. Her eyes were turned in our direction and she watched with awe, but her hands were deep down her shorts and moving fast. Little Bit had also put her hands down her shorts, but seemed confused about how to frig herself. I couldn't spare any attention for the moment, though, as my sperm began to well up inside. Then Sharon tightened her legs around my waist and groaned loudly as she stiffened with her orgasm. The convulsions in her cunt were enough to send me over the edge, and my cock spurted again and again, filling her waiting uterus. We both collapsed, and I rested on her for a moment or two, then kissed her softly and rolled off. "Thank you," I said, "that was good." She hesitated a second, then said, "Yes, it was." I looked at the girls. Cassie had stopped frigging herself, although her hands remained in her pants. Little Bit again hugged her mother. I think she might again have been frightened by the orgasm. I grinned lewdly at the older girl and said, "Cassie, it looks like your pussy is about ready." The girl looked both excited and frightened, but nodded. "But first," I said, "it's important to clean up after sex. I like to have the girl I just fucked clean my cock off, but Cassie, you did such a great job of sucking me before, I want you to clean my cock. And Elizabeth, I want you to clean out your mother's cunt with your tongue. Lick it all up." Cassie eagerly returned to the cocksucking she had done before, this time licking my cock, now beginning to droop, clean. Little Bit, meanwhile, seemed a bit dubious, but, at her mother's urging, soon had her tongue well up Sharon's vagina. Sharon laid her head back and groaned with pleasure. When Cassie finished cleaning my cock, she took it again in her mouth. It took only a few seconds there for it to come back to life. But I didn't want a blowjob, I wanted to fuck this ripening little sweetheart. I knew she was already hot from watching her mother and I fuck, and from playing with herself, both during the fuck and while watching the video. Nonetheless, I wanted to play with her for a while before I took her cherry -- both for my own satisfaction and hers. I gently lifted her head away from my cock and laid it on the pillow next to her mother. Then I looked down on the little darling that I was about to introduce to sex. She was probably about 4-9 and slender, with coltish legs. Her white blouse, now that she was lying down, poked out ever so slightly where her breasts were budding. Her hips, too, had just begun to widen. Her prize possession, however, was her face. Framed by golden blond hair that sparkled even indoors, it was oval, with a strong chin, beautiful, deep-set, twinkling brown eyes, and with her mother's full mouth and short nose. She had more freckles than her mother, across the bridge of her nose and a few on the cheeks. Now she looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. I quickly read her mind to see the source of the anxiety -- she was afraid she would do things wrong, that she would embarrass herself by doing something that I would think was "stupid". "Don't worry about anything, Cassie," I soothed her, as much with my voice as my words. "I know this is your first time, so just do what feels right. I'll tell you what to do, so you don't need to worry about it." I laid down next to her and put my hand softly on her flat belly. "Nobody expects you to know everything yet." She turned her head to me and our lips met. Her lips were soft and warm, and their touch was delicious. She had seen her mother and sister kissing, and slowly she opened her lips to offer me her mouth. My tongue entered slowly, touching her lips before entering. My left hand then moved up to cup her right breast. She seemed to purr. Her mother looked up from her own pleasure long enough to tell her, "That's it, Cassie, you're doing it just right." I played with her tit through her blouse, then unbuttoned it without breaking our kiss. As I opened it, I pulled away from the kiss to look at her thin chest, crossed by the tiniest of training bras. I sucked on the bra, drawing a tiny whimper from the girl, then reached behind to unclasp it. With the bra loose, I asked her to remove it. She had to sit up, letting the blouse and bra swing open. I had just a glimpse of a nipple, then she put her arms back and shrugged her shoulders to let the blouse drop away. Then she put out her arms in front to let the bra drop. There she sat in front of me in her youthful glory, tiny breasts that were bumps barely larger than the aureoles, which were small themselves. But her nipples were already fully erect and stood out quite noticeably on the little tits. She put a hand to one of her breasts and said uncertainly, "They're very small..." "Of course they are," I answered. "You're very young. But I think they're beautiful." I put a hand on hers and pressed it lightly against the breast. "Have you ever played with your breasts?" I asked. She blushed, a beautiful sight. "Just a few times," she said softly. "Let me see," I asked. She put both hands up to her breasts and lightly touched each aureole, rubbing softly. She groaned with pleasure. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and laid her back again on the pillow. My lips first went again to her mouth, as my hand replaced hers on one of her tits. I kissed her again softly as I massaged her tit, pinching her nipple softly between my thumb and forefinger. Then my lips began a circuitous journey to her tits, kissing first across her cheek to nibble on an ear, pausing while I licked the ear and poked the tip of my tongue inside, then down the side of her neck, nibbling and licking, then across to her throat and back up the underside of her chin. Then it was across to the other ear and then down to her shoulders, everywhere kissing, biting softly, licking. All the while my hand was busy with her baby tits, and Cassie was beginning to flush with excitement. This was a little girl of course, but it was also a woman who was beginning to feel the need for sexual relief. My lips crossed the shoulder blade and came to the center of her chest, then slowly began to kiss and lick downward. At last they reached what in an adult would be the valley between the breasts. There I paused, as I let Cassie's anticipation rise, then I kissed over to her tiny breast, at last reaching the aureole. I sucked around and around it, then at last took her nipple in my mouth and sucked. A mighty intake of breath told me that I'd scored big. I swirled my tongue around the nipple, then literally sucked her entire breast into my mouth and pulled at it with a powerful suction. She again took in her breath, then said, "Oh, Mr. Mallory, that's so nice!" I kept up the sucking, then switched to the other tit, as my free hand began to travel down her belly. It went slowly, pausing to play with her navel, then traveling downward to the elastic waist of her jeans. I felt her shiver with anticipation as my hand slid under the waist, then again when it encountered her silky panties. My hand reached under her panties, and I rubbed her flat crotch briefly, then a single finger snaked its way to the top of her slit. Her hips convulsed upward in anticipation, but I withheld the pleasure from her for a moment. I wanted her nude. I played with her mound for another moment, then pulled my hand out of her panties, as she groaned in disappointment. I kissed her and then whispered, "Don't worry, Cassie, you're going to get everything you want today. You're even going to get things you don't know about yet." She looked at me with begging eyes that were nearly impossible to resist. "Oh please, Mr. Mallory, I feel so hot. I need you to touch me there." I pulled her jeans off her long thin legs, leaving her in her white nylon panties, decorated with pink and red hearts. A glance at the panties showed a large wet spot in the crotch. "Look at how wet she is, Sharon," I said to her mother as I ran the side of my finger into her slit, making a wet crease in the panties. "It looks like your little girl is ready for her first fuck." Sharon looked over at Cassie, then put her hand between her daughter's legs. "She's about ready," the girl's mother said, "but you'd better play with her a while longer. We don't want it to hurt." My plan exactly. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of the panties and Cassie lifted her hips to help me get them off her. At first she kept her legs together, but quickly she pulled them far apart, exposing the bright pink wetness, in the center of which was a fully engorged clitoris. I nearly creamed at the sight. "Cassie, you're beautiful," was all I managed to say, but it brought a smile and blush of pure delight to the girl's face. I leaned over to kiss her, then went back to sucking and massaging her tits, replacing my other hand on her thigh just outside her cunt. I didn't want to tease her too long this time, however, since she had been building up to this all through the video and her mother's fuck. After caressing the inside of her thigh for just a few moments, my hand again cupped her mound, touching the few nearly invisible hairs. She was wet and she was hot. I played around the outer edges of her pussy as she began to gasp for air. She moved her hips awkwardly, seeking a finger. She knew little about sex, but she knew she needed a finger or something in her pussy. Again, I didn't play long. Soon a finger crept into the inner lips, drawing a shudder and a deep gasp from the little girl. Then the finger began to stroke down from the top of the slit, reaching closer and closer to her clit. Then the finger reached out and slid its entire length across the head of the clit. Cassie yelled, "Oh my god," then stiffened, clamping her thighs together to trap my hand where it was. The finger wasn't leaving however, and strummed her clit several more times to rocket her higher, before disengaging so she could come down. Sharon leaned over to stroke her daughter's flushed face. "Wasn't that wonderful, Cass?' It gets better from here." The little girl just purred. Sharon turned to me. "Are you going to do her now?' I shook my head. "I want to eat her first." Elizabeth turned shocked eyes to her mother. "Is Mr. Mallory going to eat Cassie?" I don't know whether she was more shocked or excited at the thought of witnessing cannibalism. Her mother and I laughed. "No, Little Bit, that just means he's going to lick her pussy, like you've been doing for me." The little girl looked disappointed. "Why doesn't somebody lick my pussy?" she asked, not unreasonably. Her mother quickly agreed, and exchanged places with the nine-year-old, who immediately spread her legs, and then reached between them to spread her cunt lips wide. Her mother, however, started as I usually do with soft little kisses all around the edges of the pussy. Meanwhile I had kissed Cassie down from her high, and now was cuddling her and kissing her ears and neck. When she had recovered from her first orgasm, I kissed slowly down her body, pausing to suck on each tit, then again pausing to stick my tongue in her navel. I wasn't going to tease as much as I usually do, since I felt that she would very quickly go right back to the edge of orgasm, and also because I was really hot to get into her little pussy. When I reached her mound, therefore, I kissed over to the crease between her crotch and thigh, giving it a kiss and a little nip with my teeth. Then I turned my attention to her pussy, kissing down the edges to the bottom, then lifting her ass slightly and separating the cheeks to kiss her little asshole. When I poked my tongue-tip in her anus, she gasped and twitched. I wasn't primarily interested in her butthole right now, though, but I filed her apparent sensitivity away for future use. Now I licked back up to the bottom of her cunt, and entered the center of her sexuality. It was the second virgin pussy I had eaten, and even knowing that I'd have another before the afternoon was over was not enough for me. I knew as I tasted her delicious juices that there would be many more to come. Cassie's lubricating fluids flowed out of her copiously, and I delighted in licking them up as I neared her virgin vagina. Once there, I licked around the edges of her hole, as she tightened her thighs, locking painfully on my ears. I had to reach up and push both legs back down so I could continue operating. When I pointed my tongue into a spear and stabbed it deeply into her vagina, Cassie groaned and again tightened, then loosened her thighs. Then her hands grabbed my hair and forced my head down into her cunt. "Yes, Mr. Mallory, please... do it... more... do it." My tongue was as far in as it could go, however, and now it began a slow retreat from her vagina. Cassie's hands on my head tried to force me to stay in her fuckhole, but I was on the move to other targets. My tongue moved up the little cunt, staying to the edges as it sucked her nectar off the inner lips, causing a gasp and tightening of the thighs as it brushed near the erect clitoris. Just as a tease, as I got to the top of the slit, I pulled my tongue out for just a second, causing a whimpered "Please, no... do it... more." I looked over at Elizabeth, whose head was thrown back on the pillow, her eyes closed, her little chest heaving, as her mother's tongue played between her wide-spread legs. Back to work, though. Cassie wasn't about to let my attention wander far from her cunt, and her hands guided my tongue back. This time, I went straight to the clit. As soon as my tongue entered her, I licked straight down to her pleasure center, placed my lips around the little erection and sucked hard. As she gasped and thrashed about, in the second orgasm of her life and in the last ten minutes, my tongue flicked the clit repeatedly. Then I released the clit and let her come back down for a few seconds. I didn't let her come all the way down, however, because I was ready now to take her cherry. When she had rested just a few seconds, I again had my tongue in her vagina. After poking at her hymen, I was back at her clit, poking its tip repeatedly with the tip of my tongue. She was soon moving her hips again in the rhythm of a woman who needs to fuck. I pulled away and turned to Sharon, saying, "I'm ready, why don't you put it in?" Sharon looked like she appreciated the honor and took my cock as I elevated myself, and placed it at the entrance to her daughter's vagina. "Relax, Cass," she advised her daughter, "it will hurt at first, but the pain will go away quickly." I kissed Cassie, staying up on my elbows so I could enjoy the sight of my cock stretching out her little pussy, then I bent down and kissed each little tit, as I forced my cock forward slowly till it struck her vagina. "Are you ready, Cassie?" I asked. She nodded, feeling a bit of discomfort apparently from being stretched open. I had told Reward to hold down the hurt to the minimum needed for credibility, as he had done for Lupe. Again I kissed her, this time a deep kiss, and as she responded I thrust forward, ripping away her virginity. As the pain convulsed her, she pulled her lips away from mine and cried out softly. I held my cock immobile, just past her destroyed hymen, and her mother touched her face tenderly, saying, "That's it, Cass, that's all the pain there is. You'll be okay now." The little girl lay silent, her teeth clenched, then loosening as the pain subsided. I could see her face relax, and gently I moved my cock forward. When I saw there was no further pain, I pushed it forward in a slow, steady motion until it was fully in, my crotch resting against hers, the head of my cock at the entrance to her uterus. There I stopped again, putting my arms under her and crushing her to me with a kiss, my tongue entering her mouth as deeply as my cock was entering her ravaged pussy. She put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, meanwhile grinding her slit against me. As she ground, my cockhead poked again and again into her uterus. At last, I laid her down again, and raised myself up on my extended arms, to look down on the preteen beauty I had just deflowered. "Isn't she beautiful?" I said to Sharon, who nodded and kissed her daughter, first on the mouth, then on the tit, before returning to sucking her other daughter's cunt. She was really getting into this. Cassie was spread below me, her cute little face looking up at me with expectation, waiting, now that the initial thrust was over, for the real fucking to begin. Her eyes were shining wildly. Her slender, budding body, with the slightest of swells at her hips and on her chest, was spread wide open to accept my cock, which looked like a giant battering ram in her tiny cunt. I lowered myself again, and advised her to bring her legs around my back. Then I began to slowly pull out, leaving only the tip of my cock in her. When it felt like I was leaving her, she moaned and tightened her legs, trying to keep her precious sextoy. I reentered again slowly, making sure her hymen was thoroughly destroyed and her cunt used to having a cock in it, before beginning the harder strokes. Three more times I did this, just barely managing to maintain control. Cassie was beginning to get desperate for the pounding she wanted, and she murmured in discontent as I came back in slowly again, urging me onward with her legs. The next time I came in a little faster, and ground my cock into her womb at the end of the stroke. She responded with a little cry. The next time she lifted her ass off the bed to meet my stroke. Then I stroked her harder, then harder, then harder still. She responded in kind, and began to slam her little pussy against me. I raised myself up to a higher angle and began pounding down into her. She screamed in delight, yelling, "Yes! Fuck me... harder... fuck me... more!" Then was lost in incoherence as she came. I slammed into her a couple more times as the convulsions in her cunt brought me off. Then I collapsed on top of her and her virgin womb received its first sperm. ------- Chapter 9: The Littlest Princess I mentioned that, when Sharon and I made our deal, I had read her mind. One of her thoughts, which I made no effort to control, since it helped edge her toward agreement, was that I was very unlikely to be able to do all three of them. It was, under normal circumstances, a reasonable enough assumption. After all, here was a middle-aged guy sitting in front of her -- what were the odds that he'd be good for three shots in one night? As a matter of fact, she had been thinking that if she gave me one really good, hard ride (which she had) that might do me in for the night. She recognized that there was a strong possibility that I would be able to fuck Cassie -- but she figured there was no chance I'd ever get to Elizabeth. I'm not sure she would have agreed to the deal (at least without a lot more persuasion) if she had thought that was very likely. When I had told her that part of the deal was that I could fuck each of them as often as I want, she had said to herself, "Typical male bullshit", and just barely avoided laughing in my face. I had worried a little that Sharon might try to back out when it actually came time to see a cock enter her nine-year-old. The enthusiasm with which she had gotten into the spirit of things had reassured me, but now came the real test. After Cassie and I came, I laid on top of her for a long time, as we kissed and hugged our way back to sanity. Then I rolled off her and laid on my side watching Sharon eat her youngest daughter, while Cassie cleaned off my cock. I let her use a washcloth, because of the small amount of blood. Elizabeth was on her back with her legs spread like butterfly wings, as her mother's tongue worked busily in her cunt. It was obvious that she was near her first orgasm, which I wanted to be the one to giver her, so I said, "Sharon, why don't you clean out Cassie's pussy, while I work on Little Bit?" Actually, Cassie had applied the washcloth to herself, and cleaned up much of the surface mess, but now she laid down with her legs wide, and a little trickle of cum continued. Sharon gave up her position between Little Bit's legs reluctantly, but the reluctance seemed to be simply because she was enjoying herself. When she saw Cassie lie back with her legs spread, she seemed pleased enough to stick her tongue in. Little Bit, so near to orgasm, was the one who was most upset with the change. I quieted her whimpers of complaint with a deep kiss, massaging her non-existent breasts (actually just tweaking the nipples). Then I kissed and sucked her nipples, getting a little yelp of pleasure as I sucked, and putting a finger in her tiny pussy. My finger spread open her lips, then cruised slowly past her small but erect clit to her vagina. She was wet, assuaging one of my concerns -- I didn't know if nine-year-olds were capable of producing lubrication. My finger slowly entered Elizabeth's tiny fuckhole. There was barely enough room -- and I reminded Reward to make sure my cock could enter without excessive pain. The little girl's reaction to my finger was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I let the finger remain where it was, not moving, until Little Bit's cunt had adjusted to it, then moved it in and out very slowly while I sucked on her nipple. After a few minutes of this, the little girl began to purr with pleasure and for the first time I felt her hips move slightly. I kept up the slow fingerfuck, then decided to bring her to her first orgasm. I thought it would be easier to bring her off now, then suck her a bit to get her back up again for her first fuck. I increased the tempo of the fingerfuck, switched nipples and sucked hard, and played with the other nipple, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger. When I could hear her breathing speed up and feel her hips begin to buck more strongly, I moved my thumb over her clit and scraped it across the top. She gasped hard, then bucked her hips two or three times strongly, before stiffening as I continued to flick her clit. After stiffening and raising her hips six inches off the bed, she collapsed back with a whine -- almost crying with delight. I let the little girl come down slowly, staying motionless, then releasing her as she relaxed. Sharon came over to kiss her on her cheek and forehead. "Oh, Mommy, I've never felt anything like that," the little girl said. "I know, baby, it's great," was the reply. "But there's more to come -- it just gets better." The mother and daughter cuddled for a few moments, then Sharon turned to me. "She's all yours," she said, smiling. "Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. Mallory?" Elizabeth asked. The question was damn near enough to make me come. "I'm definitely going to fuck you, Little Bit," I answered, "but not yet. You look so cute lying there like that, that I still want to have some fun playing with you." "What kind of playing, Mr. Mallory?" She asked, confused. Nothing we had done fit within her definition of playing, which involved dolls, Monopoly, or jump ropes. "When I stick my finger in your pussy," I said, matching the deed to the words, "that's what I mean by playing." She looked between her legs, where my finger had again begun to slowly fuck her little vagina. This time it went in smoothly -- her body was beginning to adapt. "You like playing like this, don't you?" Her eyes were following my actions with rapt attention, and she only nodded. Then she laid back again on the pillow, spreading her legs more widely. I leaned over to kiss her, and she returned my kiss, opening her mouth submissively so I could enter her, then meeting my tongue with her own. Then I turned my attention to kissing her ears, her neck, and her nipples. Soon she was purring with happiness and her hips had begun to fuck back at my finger. She was close to being ready to lose her cherry, and I was very much ready to take it. I began the slow path down to inspect the cunt I was planning to violate. As I passed her navel and kissed lower on her belly, I could feel her tense up with anticipation and begin to breath more quickly. She had already had a good long suck from her mother, so I didn't have the need to introduce her to cunnilingus, as I had with Cassie -- I wanted only to take my own pleasure in her pussy and get her hot enough to fuck. Speaking of Sharon and Cassie, they had now arranged themselves for a side-by-side sixty-nine with their tongues and fingers busy in each other's pussies. As I neared Elizabeth's pussy, she raised her hips to encourage me to move faster. I reached the top of her pussy with my finger still in her vagina. I removed the finger and replaced it with my tongue. She whined her pleasure and put her hands on my ears to make sure my head stayed right where it was. I wasn't going anywhere for the moment, however, as I speared my tongue deep into her tiny fuckhole. There was barely room for it, and I had to twist to get it in, the twirling motion causing a reaction that caused me to file that technique away for future use. I continued in her vagina for a little longer. Then I pulled away to take a look at her. I had in front of me, about six inches away, the most gorgeous little pussy I had ever seen. It was tiny -- shorter than my little finger from top to bottom. At the moment, it gaped open slightly, showing an equally tiny, but very erect clitoris, and beneath it the entrance to a virgin vagina that was slick with desire. After three days of this, I had thought I had lost the ability to be surprised, but I was nonetheless amazed that I was looking straight into a nine-year-old girl's pussy, and that in just a few minutes I would be climbing on top of her. Elizabeth whined softly. She felt she was being ignored, and couldn't bear it. But I wanted to continue to look, so I spread her legs even farther apart, and told her to pull them back to her chest. As she complied, her ass rose up, and I separated her cheeks to reveal the little rosebud of her anus. I speared my tongue into the pucker and got the same shiver the action had received from Cassie. I tickled around the anus and then stuck a finger into the hole, while I looked at the little girl's wide-open cunt. I got the finger in all the way with some lubrication from Reward, as Elizabeth moaned with the pleasure of having her ass violated. I moved the finger around and poked against the membrane, so I could see her pussy walls move. She moaned louder and moved her ass against my finger. Then I licked her clit once, then again, then sucked it fully into my mouth. She came hard, shuddering, then screaming in ecstasy. I kept sucking as hard as I could, and poked my finger hard in and out of her asshole. It drove her wild. Then I released her clit and let her come down. Sharon looked over at us and smiled, saying, "Boy, that was one hell of a come. I wish I'd had one of those when I was nine." Elizabeth was limp as a rag for the moment. As she revived, I began stroking her again, first in her asshole, then putting a thumb in her vagina and rubbing through the membrane. Meanwhile I kissed her mouth, tonguing her lightly. As I felt her hips begin to move again, I whispered softly to her, "Elizabeth, are you ready to fuck now?" She could barely speak, but I heard a soft "Yes." I wanted to hear this nine-year-old ask out loud, maybe even beg a little, so I said, "What do you want me to do?" She groaned in frustration. "I want you to... to... fuck me." "Say it again, Elizabeth, what do you want me to do." She almost cried as my finger and thumb ground into her ass and cunt. "I want you to fuck me," she said aloud. "Are you sure?" I asked, removing my fingers and positioning myself between her legs. "Oh god, yes," she whimpered, "please fuck me, please fuck me." "Do you want me to put it in, Tom?" asked Sharon. "No," I answered, "I want Little Bit to put it in, because I'm not sure she wants to be fucked." I was above her now, and told her to raise her knees up to her chest like she had done before, and spread them as wide as they'd go. As she did so, I said, "Now take my cock and put it in your fuckhole." She took my cock, grasping it firmly, but I held back as she started to pull it toward her gaping cunt. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Oh, please, I want to put it in," she gasped. "Tell me what you're going to do." She was nearly crazed with anticipation. "Oh, please... please... please fuck me." I waited and she drew a ragged breath, looking up at me with pleading eyes -- the most gorgeous little face I've ever seen. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I want to put your cock in my fuckhole." And that's what she did, guiding my rock-hard dick straight into her waiting vagina. I moved forward slowly as she sighed with pleasure, until I met her hymen. I straightened up to look down at the little girl, a little blond ornament decorating the end of my cock. Her tiny cunt was stretched till it looked like it would split. I looked over at her mother and sister, watching us as they frigged each other. Sharon smiled and nodded her approval. Then I lowered myself to kiss her and told her to relax as much as possible. Then I drove my cock forward and ripped away her hymen. She cried out softly, a tear coming to each eye. She gritted her teeth for a moment and I kissed away the two little tears. "Are you okay, honey?" asked her mother. The little girl looked over at Sharon and nodded, then looked up at me and said, "It's okay now, Mr. Mallory. You can start fucking me now." I pushed in slowly -- it wasn't easy forcing open such a tight little cunt. When I was all the way in, or so I thought, I still had some cock left. As I started to pull out, she whined, "No... no... you weren't in all the way. That's not fair." I pulled out and went back in slowly, saying, "Little Bit, I think that's as far as I can get in." Her answer was simply to push herself against me as hard as she could, slamming our crotches together, and lodging the head of my cock firmly into her womb. She grimaced, but said, "I want it all in me." I pulled out slowly again and she said, "Now do it fast, like you did with Mommy and Cassie." I came back in harder, then again. Then I pulled out almost all the way and came back in hard. She howled with pleasure and pulled me to her with her arms and legs. I stayed in all the way this time and ground our crotches together. She continued yelling as I pulled out, nearly incoherent, "Do it to me... fuck me hard... fuck me." She was on the edge of her third orgasm and so was I. I began slamming into her harder until she tightened her grip around me. Then I shortened the strokes and just pulled it out about an inch each time and slammed it forward hard and fast. We both came after a few strokes, both too exhausted for any more screaming -- just coming and collapsing. After a few minutes, I kissed Little Bit and thanked her for a fabulous experience, then I rolled off and laid on my back for a few minutes. Sharon applied the washcloth to my dick and Elizabeth's pussy, both of which were a bit bloody. Then she asked me if I wanted her to lick me clean. We were all a bit sweaty, encrusted with various fluids, and tired, so I suggested a nice soak in the whirlpool/bathtub. Cassie had seen the bathroom earlier, when she got the washcloth, so she shouted enthusiastically, "Yeah, cool! Wait till you see it, Little Bit -- it's awesome!" Reward had expanded the whirlpool to easily accommodate four, and we got in and lazed as it filled. Once we started washing ourselves, of course, the sex play began, and soon we were all engaged in doing something to each other. I made sure I "washed" the inside of everybody's pussy very well, soaping up my fingers and fucking then thoroughly, then doing the same to their assholes. Sharon fingered my asshole for a while, then sucked me, and finally got on my lap for a slow fuck. When she started to put my cock in her cunt, however, I said, "No, I want your ass." She looked dubious for just a second, said, "I've never done that," and then put it in. It was obvious she was telling the truth -- she was incredibly tight. I told her to relax, however, and to just lower herself at whatever rate she felt comfortable. The girls were watching closely, their fingers in each other's cunts, as my cock slowly disappeared into their mother's rectum. Meanwhile I pulled Sharon closer to me and sucked on her tit. It took a while, but soon my cock was all the way in. Sharon had been holding her breath as the last few millimeters entered -- now she released it and paused. "God, that feels good," she said. "If I had known it was this good, I'd have been getting myself buttfucked for years." "Is it really good, Mommy?" Cassie asked. "Can you do it to me, Mr. Mallory?" I told Cassie to suck her mother's other tit, as Sharon rested her distended rectum. "Do it on your hands and knees," I suggested, "and then Little Bit can play with your asshole while you're doing it." "Little Bit," I said, "start out with just one finger, but then you can put two fingers in later. Then when I'm finished with your mother, I'll be able to fuck Cassie's ass." Sharon whispered worriedly, "Are you sure you can do it? I'm barely able to take your cock." "Don't worry," I replied, "I'll make sure I don't hurt her." Reassured, Sharon began a slow up and down movement, splashing waves with each motion. She moaned softly, saying, "God, I feel so stuffed. This is great." She reached down to caress Cassie's head as the little girl sucked her tit. I knew as soon as Sharon picked up speed Cassie wouldn't be able to keep her lip-lock, but for right now both were enjoying the sensations. "Cassie," I suggested, "play with her pussy." Cassie's fingers dipped into the water and found her mother's cunt. Instantly, Sharon gasped with delight and stepped up the pace of her fucking. Cassie soon had to give up sucking her tit, so I took over with my hands, squeezing the tits and tweaking the nipples. Cassie, too, was getting excited, as her sister pounded her little fingers into her ass more and more vigorously. Sharon couldn't take the multiple sensations and quickly came, collapsing forward onto my chest with a groan. I hadn't come, but that was okay with me -- I wanted to get into Cassie's ass. After Sharon slid off into the water, I suggested that we return to the bed. When we got there, I immediately had Cassie get on all fours. She stuck her cute little ass high in the air and wiggled it for me. "Is this how you want me, Mr. Mallory?" she asked. "That's it, baby," I answered, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and sinking my thumbs into her virgin hole to pull it open, then sticking in my tongue. She said, "Oh, that feels good." It felt good to me too, so I kept doing it, meanwhile fingerfucking her cunt and playing with her clit. I asked Sharon to get under her and suck her tits. All this attention had her very hot, very fast, and she was ready for fucking after just a few minutes. I placed my cockhead at the entrance to her asshole and began pushing forward slowly. "Just relax, Cassie, and I'll go slow -- there'll probably be more discomfort than pain." She nodded, too busy with all the new feelings to speak. Meanwhile I noticed that her mother had replaced my fingers in Cassie's cunt with her own, and Little Bit was sucking Sharon's cunt. My cock went in more easily than I had expected, although with all the stimulation the girl was receiving, and had received over the past few hours, it wasn't surprising that she was ready to accept anything. Soon my cock was buried deep in her bowels, and I paused to let her adjust to my presence. I could feel Sharon's finger rub my cock from within Cassie's pussy. "That feels great, Sharon," I said. She lifted her head to smile at me, simultaneously stepping up the speed and intensity of her strokes, then went back to sucking her daughter's little tits. I began slowly pulling out of Cassie's ass, seeing my cock pull out her internal membrane as it came out. Having her ass fucked, her cunt fingered, and her tits sucked at the same time left Cassie literally speechless, and all she could do was moan and whimper, which she did continuously. I had been near to coming when I got in, and it was difficult for me to do the first slow strokes. Now, as I felt her ass begin to answer my strokes I sped up and began to push her toward orgasm. She was ready, and began to push back harder. The tightness of her ass was incredible and I knew I was almost done. She couldn't support herself any longer and fell forward, so I laid on top of her and just pounded into her ass as though it was an ordinary missionary fuck. A few strokes and her moans rose wildly in pitch and I could feel her orgasm. Right then I put a big load of sperm up her ass. We weren't lying there long when Sharon, buried beneath us both, asked us to get off her. "I know that was really great for both of you," she laughed, "but I'm getting crushed, and my hand is stuck in Cassie's pussy and I can't move it." I slowly pulled my cock out of Cassie's butthole, then collapsed on the bed. "Cassie," I asked, "please clean off my cock." The girl dragged herself off her mother and began licking at my cock, while I suggested that Little Bit clean out her sister's ass. ------- Chapter 10: More Fun With The Prince Family When the girls were finished with their respective chores, Little Bit asked if it were her turn to be buttfucked. "I don't think so, honey," said her mother, "I think you're probably too little." I needed to remind Sharon what the rules were -- I was allowed to do absolutely anything I wanted, and I definitely planned on getting in Little Bit's ass -- but I let it pass for now, because I'd just had two buttfucks and I wanted a blowjob. "Right now, Little Bit, what I want you to do is suck on my cock," I said, turning on my side. "Do it upside down so I can play with your pussy at the same time. Sharon, I want you to lick my asshole." We positioned ourselves, and Sharon began enthusiastically licking and fingering my ass, while Little Bit tried to get my cock in her mouth. I had Reward loosen her jaws a bit to help out, but she still could only get the head in. Still it felt great, especially her little tongue flickering over the head of my dick. Meanwhile, I was using both my hands to fingerfuck her cunt and ass simultaneously -- our height difference was too great to allow me too lick her without discomfort. Still I enjoyed the sight of her wide-open cunt and ass -- knowing that I had just devirginized one and would soon be doing the other. It wasn't one of the great blowjobs, given her inexperience and small mouth, and I really wanted a deepthoat, so I told Sharon to take over the sucking and Cassie, who had been watching and fingering herself, to take over licking my ass. I told Little Bit to squat over my face, so I could play with her pussy and ass better. "Sharon," I told her, "I want a deepthroat, so take it all in." She looked uncertain. "I don't know if I can, Tom, I've never done that." I smiled at her, as I took her little daughter's cunt into my mouth. "You've been doing a lot of things for the first time today, haven't you?" I told Reward to suppress her gag reflex. Sharon took in my cock and began to work more of it in, as Little Bit lowered her sweet little pussy down on my mouth. She held on the headboard of the bed to steady herself as I poked my tongue into the fuckhole from which I'd just removed the hymen. I also stuck a finger up her ass, beginning a steady fucking motion. I knew Sharon could see the finger and knew why it was there. She was now getting most of my cock in her mouth, and I could feel the pull of her throat muscles on the head of my cock. The feeling was delicious and I knew I couldn't last long. Cassie's little tongue flicking in my asshole wasn't helping. I stepped up my licking on Little Bit's cunt, and slipped a second finger into her ass. She responded by pushing her little cunt hard into my face, and grabbing my head to force me deeper into her. Now Sharon had all my cock in her mouth, my cockhead firmly entrenched in her throat. She began to suck hard, and I began a slow in and out movement. As she sucked and as I moved my cock in, her throat muscles contracted, squeezing on my cockhead. It was too much, and I shot my wad down her throat. Sharon took almost all of it, although she had to release my cock or choke, and some of the come dribbled down her chin. After I came, I picked Little Bit up and placed her on the pillow next to me. Then I thanked Sharon for the suck. "That was great," I told her, and added with a laugh, "and you look terrific with sperm on your chin." She raised a finger to wipe it off, then licked the finger. "That wasn't bad," she said with a certain amount of satisfaction. "It's good to know I can do that." "And well," I said. She smiled at the compliment. "Are you going to do Little Bit in the ass now?" she asked, a bit worried but resigned. "That was the deal," I answered, but smiled so there was no sting in the comment. She nodded. "Please go easy. I'm afraid it might hurt her -- she's so little." I nodded. "I'll take it easy. I didn't hurt you, did I, Cassie?" Cassie shook her head. "It was awesome." I gave her a kiss. "There's more to come, sweetheart. But right now give me a suck, so I'll be ready for Little Bit." I told Sharon to keep Little Bit warmed up while I got ready. "You probably should fingerfuck her ass, too," I suggested, "to help it stretch out." Cassie took my cock in her mouth and began to suck softly. As I slowly got hard, she tried to emulate her mother, taking it all in, but it was too much for her, though she got it as far as the back of her mouth. That was good enough for me and, together with her finger in my ass, it got me fully hard very quickly. Sharon, meanwhile had been busy licking Little Bit's pussy and fingering her ass, bringing her to an orgasm just a minute or two after entering her. Now she was working hard to bring her to a second peak. "Looks like you've really got her going, Sharon," I said as Little Bit tightened her legs around her mother's head. "Little Bit," I said, "why don't you come over here and get on top? That way you can control how fast it goes in." She nodded that she understood and put her legs on both sides of my hips and then squatted. I had a beautiful view of her pussy spread wide open. Sharon reached between us to take my cock and line it up with her youngest daughter's anus. "Just relax, honey, let the muscles in your ass relax, just like you're having a poo-poo." She blushed slightly at using this juvenile phrase in front of me. But I just joined her. "That's right, Little Bit, just relax and push down slowly." Elizabeth did as she was told, and the head of my cock popped through the outer ring of her anus with just the slightest resistance. The girl winced slightly. "If it hurts, slow down," I advised. "It doesn't really hurt," she answered. "Just a little -- mostly it feels funny." She pushed and a bit more of my cock disappeared into her. The view was beautiful -- the wide-open pussy in front of me, my cock sliding up into a nine-year-old's ass. I was still having a hard time believing that this was happening to me. I was also having a hard time controlling myself -- I wanted to grab her and ram my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. But I resisted. Sharon and Cassie were making out -- hugging and kissing each other and feeling each other's tits, ass, and pussy -- they were having a good time. "Sharon," I suggested, "if you check in that drawer," I indicated a night stand, meanwhile giving Reward a command, "you'll find a bunch of dildos and vibrators, maybe you and Cassie would like to play with them." She opened the drawer and began to pull out an amazing collection of sextoys -- not just every possible type and size of dildo and vibrator, but handcuffs, ropes, an inflatable doll, and who knows what else -- Reward was free-lancing a bit again. Although the use of some of the items wasn't clear to me, even Cassie understood the dildos, and grabbed one with two ends that appeared to be vibrator-driven. "Wow, I can be fucked in both holes at once!" she exulted, and quickly had the machine doing as she bid. I'm very visual when it comes to sex, and the sight of a 12-year-old working a dildo in and out of her pussy and ass, while a 9-year-old had her cunt wide open and my cock in her ass was just about driving me wild. Sharon, meanwhile, had decided to help Cassie along to orgasm by sucking on her tits and taking over the manipulation of the dildo. This allowed Cassie to concentrate entirely on her sensations, and she was quickly going over the edge. While all this was going on, Elizabeth had been slowly working my cock into her tiny asshole, and now I was all the way in. She stopped and gave me a smile of triumph. I pulled her darling little face down to mine and gave her a big kiss of congratulations. "That's terrific, honey," I said. "Does it hurt at all?" "Not any more," she replied, "but I feel really full. My legs hurt a little, though -- they're really tired." Of course, she had been squatting all the time my cock was entering her. I suggested she lower her knees to the bed. That was more comfortable, but her legs were so short she couldn't really move herself much from that position. She just sort of wiggled her ass a bit. While it felt great, I knew we both needed more than that, so I suggested we do it doggie-style. I directed her onto all fours. "Is this how dogs do it?" she asked. I answered that it was, as I looked into her asshole, open since I had just pulled out. I gave it a kiss and stuck my tongue up as far as I could go. She wiggled her little ass at me. "Ooh, I really like that, Mr. Mallory." I did it some more, then took a moment to watch Cassie explode in a violent and loud orgasm. Then I re-inserted my cock in Little Bit's ass, again entering somewhat slowly, though the trail had been blazed. Soon I was all the way in again, and asked the little girl how it felt. She wiggled her ass in reply, and said, "I like it." That was enough for me, and I pulled it out slowly, then drove it back in with moderate force. She let her breath out in an explosive gasp, then said weakly, "Yes, do that... yes... it's good." I knew I was close to coming, because of all the visual stimulation, if nothing else -- and I was getting more of it from the sight of Elizabeth's little butt split open by my cock, which looked bigger than some of the dildos where it was. So I began pounding forward harder, and Little Bit responded by pushing back against my cock. I reached down and grabbed her shoulders to pull her back harder. Now I was fucking all out -- I didn't care that she was nine, I just had to slam my cock into that delicious little butt. Luckily, she didn't care that she was nine either -- she met my blows and came back for more, finally screaming out "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," and coming. As she came, she collapsed to the bed. I fell with her, slamming into her spasming body and finally squirting my sperm deep into her ass. Time for a break. I called the pizza place and let the kids order. While we were waiting for the delivery, I had Sharon get on her back and fucked her slowly. This was back where we started, including the fact that the girls were watching us -- except that now, instead of somewhat surreptitiously fingering themselves, they were playing with dildos, and then turned to sixty-nining. The fuck was a pleasant one, less fevered than what we had been doing. As we fucked, Sharon asked me how I could do it. "I count seven times," she said, "once in each of our pussies, once in each ass, and once in my mouth. And now you're fucking me again. I've never heard of a man doing that. Certainly not..." And then she stopped. I laughed and kissed her lightly, and stopped fucking, just lying dormant, deep in her pussy. "Not somebody as old as me?" I completed her thought. She blushed slightly, but said, "Okay. Yeah. I mean you're in your mid-forties at least, right?" "Actually, I'm 23," I answered lightly, "I just look old because of all the fucking." I started up again. "No secret," I said. "It's just mind over matter." Which I guess is as good an explanation as any. Although Sharon got no orgasm this time, I was near to coming. As I got close, I interrupted the girls. "Cassie, come here," I called. "Open your mouth." She did, I inserted my cock, and she began sucking and stroking me. Two or three strokes and I dropped a load in her mouth. Although she knew it was coming, it was a new sensation, and at first she pulled back, letting one spurt hit her on the nose. Then she took my cock in her mouth again, and swallowed the rest. She looked up at me with pride, and I damn near came again at the wanton picture of a sweet little twelve-year-old girl with my cock in her mouth and a string of cum dripping from her nose. The pizza guy came about then -- it was the same guy as the previous night and I gave him forty this time, since the girls had ordered most of the menu. We ate in the kitchen. Although we only ate about half the order, the kids had eaten all the wings before Sharon got any. "Hey, no fair, you little pigs," she said in mock dismay. "I wanted a little bit." That sounded like a cue to me, so I picked up Elizabeth and laid her on the table in front of me. "You know, I wanted to eat a Little Bit, too, for dessert," I said gravely. I opened her legs wide, and lowered my face to her pussy. The little angel, who was laughing with delight as I laid her on the table, sucked in her breath as my tongue entered her cooled-down pussy. A few strokes of my tongue and she was quickly heating up again. Cassie decided that being dessert was a neat idea, and climbed up on the table after clearing a spot in front of her mother. She spread her legs wide and offered her pussy. Sharon didn't hesitate, and soon the sound of chewing on pizza and wings was replaced by the liquid sounds produced by tonguing vaginas and chewing on clits -- as well as the mewls of delight from the two little girls. After Elizabeth came, I decided to work off my hard-on with a quick fuck. I left her lying on the table since it was almost exactly the right height, and inserted my cock in her tight little vagina. It was great to look down at the little nine-year-old, her hair in a halo around her and tossing with passion, her legs spread wide to receive my thrusts. I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me as I pierced her again and again. "No fair," protested Cassie. "I want to get fucked, too." "Sorry, honey, I can't help you with that one," her mother answered. "Why don't you get one of those strap-on dildos?" I suggested. "You can fuck her with that." Sharon was ready to try anything, and hurried into the bedroom, returning in seconds with a plastic shield-like device with an oversize plastic cock attached to it. On the inside of the shield, I noted, there was a snother cock-like attachment that Sharon inserted into her own vagina, as she strapped the device on her. Then she stood in front of her wide-spread daughter with a full erection. "Wow, that's cool, mom," said Cassie excitedly. "It's really big. C'mon and fuck me with it." Sharon did just that, opening Cassie's lips and presenting the big dildo at the entrance to her daughter's vagina, then gently easing it forward. Although it was a good deal bigger than me, probably 8" and wide, still Cassie seemed to take it almost with ease, helped on by copious lubrication -- and probably by Reward. It didn't take long for Sharon to get the whole huge thing in. She was obviously very excited by the whole idea (and by the dildo in her, as well) and soon began fucking hard. Meanwhile, I had been steadily fucking Elizabeth in a slow rocking motion -- no hurry, just enjoying the sensations. She had already come once from the cunnilingus, and now she was approaching the edge again. As she began thrusting back hard against me, I reached down and tweaked both her nipples fairly hard. She fucked harder and came with a low howl of pleasure. I was getting close myself. As I started fucking harder, Elizabeth asked, "Mr. Mallory, when you're ready to shoot, will you do it in my mouth?" That was all I needed. I took my cock, put it in her mouth and shot my wad. She swallowed it all. I fell back in the chair, and after a moment Little Bit climbed down from the table and sat in my lap. We cuddled and hugged as we watched Sharon and Cassie fuck. It wasn't long before Cassie came, with Sharon just a few strokes behind her. After a short recovery period, we went back to the bedroom. On the way, Sharon noted that it was almost ten o'clock. "This is amazing," she mused. "Why aren't we all exhausted? Why aren't the kids asleep, or at least crabby as hell?" She shook her head and looked at me. "There's something very strange going on, but I honestly don't care any more -- I'm just going to enjoy it." Then she gave me a kiss. I knew we'd have to end it soon. I had said 8AM just to ensure plenty of time, but we had done about everything in various combinations, and it was about time to think about work the next day. In the meantime, though, I'd had an idea. "Girls, let's really do a number on your mother," I suggested, getting their delighted approval as I knew I would. I laid on the bed. "Sharon, I'm going to fuck your ass -- you sit on my cock, facing the other way. Cassie, you get that dildo, and fuck her pussy. Elizabeth, you suck on her tits." Everybody of course did as they were told. Sharon impaled herself on my cock, then leaned back to lie on top of me. Then Cassie got on top of her, piercing her roughly with the big dildo. Sharon expelled a breath. "Wow, take it easy with that thing, honey," she warned her daughter. "You're the guy here, and the guy has to put it in slowly. Especially," she added with a laugh, "when he has a cock like that." Cassie murmured her apology, and then began a slow in and out, trying to time herself to my strokes in her mother's ass. Little Bit began chewing on her mother's nipple, joining my hands, which I'd brought around to hold Sharon in place and to play with her tits. The feeling must have been incredible for Sharon, and she was wriggling and moaning with pleasure quickly. She came, and we fucked on. She came again, and still we fucked her. Then she came and it became a continuous orgasm, going on and on. The feeling of her tight asshole around my cock, plus the massage my cock was getting from the big dildo, was also intense. The long orgasm sent me over the edge, and I came in long spurts in Sharon's asshole. Cassie kept fucking her cunt for a few more strokes, then came herself, and collapsed on her mother's breast. Only Little Bit hadn't come, and she let us know about it, so I had her suck me, then I rolled her over and fucked her ass. After a while, Cassie joined us with the big dildo, to which she had become quite attached -- literally and figuratively. I brought Little Bit up on top of me as I had her mother, and Cassie again climbed on top, this time sticking the 8" dildo in Little Bit's tiny vagina (I sent instructions for Reward to make sure the little girl could take it). Sharon might have objected, but at this point she was totally wasted from her multiple orgasms. Little Bit took her sister's big dildo and my cock like a trouper, and it wasn't long before she was telling us "Fuck harder, fuck harder." We did and soon had her to an orgasm. We kept on fucking the little girl, but by now Sharon had recovered. She strapped on a dildo, just slightly smaller than the one Cassie wore, and came up behind Cassie. Since the twelve year old was on top of Elizabeth, who was on top of me, her ass was at about her mother's crotch level when Sharon knelt behind her. Sharon leaned forward and separated Cassie's ass cheeks and plunged the dildo into her daughter's rectum. Cassie was taken by surprise and howled as the dildo tore into her, but it was mostly a howl of pleasure. She moved backward to get the dildo fully lodged deep in her bowels, then fell forward again into Little Bit's cunt. It was tough getting all the strokes coordinated, but it didn't matter, because we were all so close to coming. Little Bit came again, causing a chain reaction -- I came, then Cassie. This time it was Sharon, who had joined the fuck a bit late, who got shut out, but she was so satiated by her previous come that she didn't feel discriminated against. Although we could, with Reward's help, have kept going all night, I told him to let everyone wind down, as we all collapsed after that fuck. I laid back on a pillow, with Little Bit cuddled against my shoulder. Sharon and Cassie were beside me in a similar posture. "I think we're all about exhausted finally," Sharon said after a long silence. I agreed. "Even you?" she said teasingly. "I thought you were inexhaustible." I just smiled in reply. "You guys don't have to stay until morning," I said. "Maybe you'd better get the kids into bed. They've more than earned the money." We talked a little more, then got the girls dressed. Without Reward's help, they were beginning to act like what they were -- a couple very tired kids. Sharon suggested that perhaps we could get together sometime soon -- no business arrangement, just some fun. I told her I'd call in a couple days to set something up. As the girls and Sharon got in the SUV with five million dollars in the back, I gave each of them a kiss. Cassie and Little Bit kissed me back -- little girl kisses now, they were too tired for passion. Of course I couldn't really let them leave, since they didn't exist in the real world. Or rather, their counterparts existed, and if I let them leave, they'd go to a house that already contained unfucked versions of themselves. So, as they began to drive away, Reward made them disappear. I went to bed. ------- Chapter 11: A Day At The Office I got up a bit late the next day, a little tired from the previous night's exertions. I also hadn't slept well, because I had some bad feelings about zapping the Prince family out of existence -- even though what I zapped had never really existed at all. The original idea I had about creating clones was that it would not effect actual human beings -- the real Prince family was totally unaffected by the night's events. But the problem was that I had come to like them, and, clones or not, didn't enjoy zapping them. I told Reward to find a good job for Sharon, so she wouldn't have to give up the kids. Meanwhile, I had to rethink how to use my powers to get maximal fun and minimal guilt. As I got dressed, I wasn't too worried about being late. I was a partner in the agency and nobody was likely to say anything about what time I came in -- although I also never liked to abuse my position. Still, I didn't need to be in until 9:30, when I had a meeting scheduled. I'd make it with no sweat. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I saw Mike Ralston pulling out of his driveway, with Beth, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, waving goodbye to him. As I pulled into the street after Mike, she waved to me, too. Damn, she looked good. Unfortunately, while I had plenty of time to get to the office before my meeting, I didn't have time to fuck Beth and still get there on time. As I got to the stop sign at the end of the street, however, a thought occurred to me. Reward had told me that I could manipulate "matter and dimensions", or words to that effect. Time is a dimension, so... I asked Reward if he could fix it so that I could go back and have a quickie with Beth and still leave at the same time as I arrived -- in other words, have the fuck take no time. "Not exactly," was his surprising reply -- the first time he had told me he couldn't do something. "Or rather, I could do that for you, but why not just have time move at a different rate where you are than in the rest of the world. You could have an hour with Mrs. Ralston (I noted that Reward was always a perfect gentleman) be equivalent to a second elsewhere." I told him I'd let him work out the details, just get me to work on time, as I turned around and headed back to home. When I got there, I put the car in the garage and called Beth. She answered on the first ring. "I was hoping you might come back when you saw Mike leaving," she said. "I'll be right over." She was. As she came in, she gave me a big kiss, running her hands down my back and putting them on my ass to pull me forward into her crotch. "I know you don't have much time," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bedroom. I could have told her that we could spend a couple days together and it wouldn't even make a minute's difference, but I decided not to. I preferred to see her hurry to grab her fulfillment. She quickly stripped off her blouse and pants, then her bra and panties. I matched her speed, and then enjoyed looking at her hop on the bed and lay on her back. "I just need you so much," she moaned, reaching between her legs to rub her clit, trying to get herself wet enough to quickly invite me in. I joined her on the bed and added my fingers to hers, also applying my mouth to her breast. She was definitely in the mood, and needed little stimulation. A few minutes and I was on her, stroking slowly. Her legs were splayed out widely as she kissed my ear and whispered her thanks. "Oh Tom, thank you for coming back for me. When I saw you this morning, I knew how much I had to have you." I kissed her, then bowed my head to lick her delicious breasts, biting softly on first one nipple, then the other. We fucked for a while in a slow, unrushed manner, but even at that pace Beth's desire drove her to a quick orgasm. I paused briefly after that and then suggested that she get on top. She readily agreed, and squatted over my cock. I've always loved the sight of a woman inserting my cock in her cunt as she squats over me. Then she lowered herself onto me and then gradually built up speed. One of the pleasures of this position for me, besides the great view it affords, is that my hands are free. And now I put them to use -- one on her tits, alternately kneading them and pulling at her nipples, and the other rubbing her clit. Again, it didn't take long before Beth was at the edge of orgasm, but this time I was ready, too. As she got nearer she began to pound down harder and harder. My hands ceased their work and grabbed her hips as I tried to match her strokes. A few more and she came, then a second later I shot my sperm up into her womb. We hugged for a few minutes, then she reluctantly pulled herself off me and headed into the bathroom, after telling me that I'd better quit fucking around and get to work. A little more banter as we got dressed, then a deep, loving kiss at the door, and she was gone. A second later and I was pulling out of the driveway. With a wave to her I drove away, reflecting as I did that it was a good thing that ours was the sort of modern suburban neighborhood where neighbors hardly knew each other, much less spied and gossiped. Nonetheless, I told Reward to make sure that nobody noticed that Beth had been in my house three days running. Also as I drove to work I reflected on what I had just learned about time. How could I best put my ability to manipulate time to work for me? I didn't come up with any great ideas, but I knew I was going to use it somehow. In the meantime, however, my plans for getting to work on time were falling apart -- not because of the second I had spent with Beth, but because of a construction job on East Camelback, not far from my office. As I advanced a car length at a time, taking five minutes to go a block, I began to glance at my watch and fume. Nine-fifteen, and at the rate I was going, it was going to take me more than fifteen minutes just to get to the next light. Then I heard Reward clear his throat (metaphorically speaking). First, he reminded me that I had asked him not to anticipate my requests, then asked if I'd like him to clear the traffic. "You bet!" I replied, at which point all the cars in front of me pulled to the side as though I had a flashing light and siren. I drove past them, all the drivers staring straight ahead, ignoring me. The construction flagman waved me past the equipment, while the other flagman held up the oncoming traffic. As I got to the next light, it changed to green, as did the other two lights I passed through. Any traffic in my lane got out of my way as I approached... "Wow," I said as I pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, "that was great! But let's use that only for emergencies, okay, Reward?" He agreed, obviously pleased with my praise. So I hurried into the office, only to find that it didn't make any difference anyway, because the 9:30 meeting had been canceled. So much for super-powers. The meeting being canceled, however, gave me the chance to decide whether I wanted to use Reward at work. I'd very much like to have Mark Vincent, the President/CEO and senior partner, retire. We'd all been trying to persuade him for almost two years. The problem was that he was a very nice man and none of us had the guts to tell him that the business had passed him by. I decided to think about it a little more -- like all the other things I had thought about, I was reluctant to make major changes that would affect the real world, especially the people around me. I could also use Reward to land the three accounts we were currently competing for. But again, I didn't want to do that until I had had a chance to think about the consequences. I had a pile of paperwork to take care of, which was not something I wanted to do -- but I quickly realized that that was somewhere I could definitely use Reward. "Reward," I said, "get this stuff completed with notes on everything saying what I would have done after reviewing it completely." The pile of paper immediately had sticky-notes all over it (in my handwriting) telling me what my decisions were. I checked a couple and saw that they were indeed done exactly as I would have if I had given them my full attention and careful consideration. I walked out to the administrative assistant I was temporarily sharing with Michelle Hawks, another partner. We were advertising to hire me a new one, since my previous one had moved to Tucson, of all places. I handed her a morning's worth of work, done in a second, and breathed a sigh of relief as I headed back into my office, free to play computer games, or surf the net, or even do some work I enjoyed doing. So it was that at eleven o'clock I was playing hearts (and winning), when Merianne (sic) O'Connor, one of our AE's (who had a tendency to annoy me a bit with her know-it-all attitude), brought around our new summer intern. "Good morning, Tom," she said, breezing in. "I'd like you to meet Deborah Kowalski, who will be working with us this summer. Deborah, this is Tom Mallory, our Exec VP of business development." "Hi, Tom," said the new arrival, with a dazzling smile. "I'm Debbie. I'm really looking forward to working with you." I saw Merianne frown as the girl introduced herself. I knew she felt that a female executive should never use or allow others to use a diminutive form of her name. Debbie Kowalski, however, could do damn near anything she wanted as far as I was concerned. As we talked briefly, I learned that she was about to begin her senior year at ASU, where she was majoring in, you guessed it, advertising. At the same time, I learned by observation that she was bright, energetic, friendly, and had a sense of humor. She was also pretty, though more cute than knock-out. She was about five-two and I would guess maybe 105. She was slender, with a beautiful little butt that showed up nicely even in the dress-for-success business suit she was wearing. She had brown eyes and brown hair in a style that used to be called a pageboy. I couldn't help it. I knew I was going to be fucking her soon. I had considered briefly declaring the office off-limits for sex, but hadn't made up my mind -- Debbie Kowalski made it up for me. I didn't want to do anything with her for the moment, however -- I needed to think about how I was going to have her. At that moment, however, something happened that changed the office environment even more dramatically. Linda Hooper, the office manager, came in as Debbie and Merianne were leaving to let me know that she had found my new administrative assistant. "That's great," I said, genuinely excited. I was tired of sharing, and I had several projects that had been waiting for some help. "Send her in -- what's her name?" "Sharon Prince," Linda said, turning to go get my new helper. Omigod, I thought as I waited. What's going on here? And then I remembered -- I had told Reward to find her a job so she wouldn't lose the kids... this must have been his solution. Reward then piped up, very pleased with himself, telling me that he figured he was killing two birds with one stone -- Sharon had a job and "You enjoyed their company so much last night that this way you'll have the opportunity to continue the relationship." The only problem was, of course, that I didn't know if it was a good idea to "continue the relationship." Reward pointed out that I could change the situation if it didn't work, and that settled it. Just then, Linda came back in, followed by Sharon, and introduced us. Sharon, dressed in a gray business suit, came forward to shake my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mallory, I'm really looking forward to working with you." I told her to call me Tom and assured her that I was looking forward to having her in the office (privately enjoying the double entendre). Linda left us and Sharon sat down, asking me when I wanted her to start. "I hadn't really expected to get hired this quickly," she added. "You must have really impressed Linda," I answered. Not that Linda had a choice, I reflected, after Reward had done his work. Normally, of course, no one would be hired on the first interview, and no assistant would be hired until being interviewed by the person he/she would be working for. And of course no one with Sharon's lack of qualifications would ever be hired -- Linda had rejected a dozen applicants far more qualified than Sharon Prince. Reward reminded me, as I thought of this, that I could have him give Sharon whatever job qualifications or industry knowledge I wanted her to have. Sharon and I settled on having her start the next Monday, so she could make daycare arrangements for her kids -- she was kind enough to tell me she had two girls. With that we shook hands and Sharon left. As she did so, I had Reward work two thoughts into her mind -- first, that her new boss was just about the nicest and sexiest guy she had ever met and the beginning of a sexual yearning for me; and second, that it might not be a bad career move to be sexually available to me. Thus a couple thoughts were converging on the target -- an affair with that great guy, Tom Mallory. Her gray-covered ass wiggled in an unbusinesslike manner as she left. Lunchtime found me having my usual double cheeseburger deluxe with fries at the coffee shop on the corner, giving thanks that I need no longer worry about cholesterol. I had just finished and had started to get up from the small booth I was in when I noticed the waitress at the next station. She was about twenty (just guessing), blonde, grey eyes, and about 5'8". Very pretty in a slightly dumb-blonde sort of way. And she was pregnant-probably about five months. I've always found that women are extra-attractive when they're pregnant. Maybe not so much late in the pregnancy, when their weight is making them tired and drains their energy-but certainly in the months when the bulge is just beginning. This one was blossoming. She was pretty, she was happy, she was joking with her customers. I reflected that I hadn't had a pregnant woman in over ten years-so I decided to have this one. I consulted with Reward, who advised me that he could slow down the rest of the coffee shop, so that our fuck would take less than a second. To their eyes, our movements would be so fast that we would be effectively invisible, but he'd make us totally invisible anyway. I told him I liked the idea, and had him clear a group of diners from the biggest booth in the corner. Her name was Diana, I learned. I had Reward make her totally suggestible, just as if she were deeply hypnotized. "Hi, Diana," I said. "Hello," she replied. "Are you my master?" "Yes," I answered, thinking that "Master" was a nice touch by Reward. She stood still. Her facial expression was normal, no frozen staring or anything. She was just waiting patiently to be told what to do. "I want you to take off your clothes, Diana." She immediately began unbuttoning her uniform dress (an unattractive brown). It dropped to the floor. None of the diners around us glanced at her-none in fact moved at all. She reached behind herself to unsnap the special bra, jutting her swollen breasts toward me. I reached out to squeeze and caress one breast and she paused until I was finished. Then she removed her maternity panties and stood before me, her large breasts, engorged with milk, sagging only slightly, her belly swollen with life, and below her crotch. I had Reward remove her hair, and then asked her to join me in the big booth. As we settled in I began to instruct her. "You're very much in love with me, aren't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I love you." She moved closer to me and a look of devotion came into her pretty grey eyes. "You want me to make love to you, don't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I want you to love me." Now she leaned closer still, and put her hand on my thigh, sliding it toward my crotch. "You want more than anything to satisfy me, don't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I want to satisfy you." Her hand began to rub my cock through my pants. "You are hoping I will allow you to suck my cock, aren't you, Diana?" "Yes, please, Master, let me suck your cock." Now she slid down on the floor under the table and began to unzip my pants. "But I will only let you suck my cock if you suck it better than you have ever done anything in your life." "Oh Master, please-I promise it will be the best blowjob ever." I arched upward to let her pull down my pants. She placed her mouth over my cock expectantly. "Go ahead, Diana," I allowed graciously, "you may suck my cock." "Thank you, Master," she said, excitement making her voice shake. Then she took nearly my whole cock with one motion. Her blowjob was good, although there was perhaps a bit too much of her teeth in it. Still, she got the head most of the way into her throat, and it took me only a few minutes to come, sending several jets of my sperm down her throat. Although she coughed and gagged slightly, she took the whole load and licked my cock clean. "That was very good, Diana," I told her, getting a smile of gratitude and pride. "Now I know that you would like to be fucked, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me." "But I don't know if you'll be a good fuck, Diana." She looked crushed, as though she was about to cry. I was afraid I might have gone too far. "Please, Master," she said with a note of desperation, holding on to my cock as though it was her most valued possession, "please fuck me. I'll try to make it a very good fuck." I signaled with my hand that she could get off the floor and sit next to me. When she was settled I took a tit in each hand and began to knead them. "You like me to play with your tits, don't you, Diana?" "I love having you play with my tits." She shivered as I tweaked each nipple. I loved the feel of her breasts, probably average size normally and with the firmness of youth, but now swollen with her pregnancy. I rubbed and squeezed them as she began breathing harder. "You want to come, don't you, Diana." "Yes, Master, I want to come." "I will let you come then, Diana, when I stick my finger in your cunt." With that, I stuck a finger hard up her vagina and she came in a series of convulsions. As she recovered, I laid her back on the naugahyde cushions and rubbed her big belly. I felt the smoothness of the skin stretched taut by the swelling life inside her. Then I ran my hand down the slope of her lower belly to her smooth cuntlips. "Open your cunt for your Master, Diana." She obediently reached down and pulled the lips apart, spreading her legs as wide as the narrow seat would allow. I looked at the gaping hole for a few minutes, just enjoying the sight, then inserted my tongue and tasted her warm moistness. My tongue burrowed deep into her fuckhole, then swept upward over her clit. She mewled her pleasure as I attacked her clit again and again, until finally I drew back. "What do you want me to do, Diana?" "Whatever you want to do, Master." "Do you want me to fuck you, Diana? Do you want to be fucked hard? "Yes, Master, please fuck me hard." Her pregnancy was not so far advanced as to preclude missionary position, so I decided to start there. I got on top of her and said, "You may put my cock in your cunt, Diana." "Thank you, Master," she said as she did so. As soon as my cock was placed in her fuckhole I rammed it forward as hard as I could. She was thoroughly lubricated, but still the sudden, rough entrance was a shock and she gasped with as much pain as pleasure. My next strokes were just as hard, but she was ready for them, and pulled back her legs to give me more room to pound her cunt. I rammed her as hard as I could for as long as I could, and she howled with lust, begging to be used by her master. I slammed into her harder and harder, finally filling her with my sperm As I got off her, stepping away from the narrow seat, she fell to her knees to clean my cock with her mouth. "Thank you, Master," she said when she was finished, hugging my waist. Then she looked up at me, with a sad expression. "I wish I was a virgin for you, Master," she said sadly, "but all I have is my ass." She turned around and got on all fours. "Will you take it?" she asked reaching behind to open the cheeks. It was such a nice gift from a loving slave that I could hardly turn it down, though I had thought I was finished with her (obviously Reward had done a thorough job of programming her). I stepped up behind her and slid my cock between her ass cheeks, widened by pregnancy. She grunted once with discomfort as I entered, then again on my first hard stroke. After a few strokes she began to feel the pleasure and then began thrusting back. I quickened the pace and reached under to squeeze her swollen tits. "Take me, Master," she panted. "Fuck your slave hard." I pushed into her harder and squeezed on her tits, then told her to take me in her mouth. She quickly pulled her ass away from my cock and swung around as quickly as her awkward body would allow. My cock had a few specks of brown, but she didn't hesitate to swallow it. My first spurt went down her throat, but then I pulled out and spurted twice on her face, with a few dribbles on her tits and big belly. "Good job, Diana," I said, as she smiled with pleasure, and returned my cock to her mouth to clean it. She dressed me, then walked me to the door, asking when I would return. I told her I'd be back soon, then instructed Reward to return everything (especially Diana) to normal as soon as I left. ------- Chapter 12: Van Buren Christine had planned on leaving San Diego in the morning and getting into Phoenix late in the afternoon or around dinner time. When I got back to the office, however, I had a voice mail telling me that the air conditioning on the van had broken down on Monday and it had taken most of this morning to get it fixed. No one in anything resembling their right mind drives from San Diego to Phoenix without air conditioning in June (I can remember doing it when I was a kid, but we had no choice in those days). Consequently, they wouldn't be home until night. I was disappointed. While I'd been having a great time (to say the least), I was also beginning to miss my family. Still, they'd be home soon enough. I got to work and managed to get a lot done, using Reward to do a lot of the busy-work that normally takes a big part of my (and everybody's) time. I also managed to make it through the afternoon without fucking anything (although I thought about it on the two occasions I passed Debbie Kowalski in the hall). As I drove home, I decided I was tired of peanut butter and jelly, and equally tired of pizza (although I was sure the pizza guy was hoping I'd call again), so I stopped into a small Mexican restaurant on 16th Street near Roosevelt. After a great meal (enchiladas poblanas), I realized as I got into the car that I wasn't far from Lupe's house. I briefly considered a reprise of that delightful fuck, but decided it would be best not to go back over that ground. I turned on to Van Buren and saw the hooker I had seen a couple times the night I picked up Lupe. She looked okay, probably about 20 or 21, 5'5" or so, light brunette, slender build, but not so slender that she had the look of a crackhead. She wore a tight t-shirt and blue short-shorts that emphasized a good pair of legs. Nice looking -- nothing tremendous, but a real gem by Van Buren standards. I went into a liquor store parking lot to turn around, checked for cops, and headed back after realizing that I didn't have to worry about cops -- I told Reward to make them look the other way. I mentioned earlier, I think, that my two previous experiences with prostitutes had been unsatisfactory. The whole hooker milieu, however, had always fascinated me, and I very much wanted to try it again, but this time with a hooker who would live up to my expectations. I pulled onto the side street just past her, and watched as she walked slowly toward my car. She actually looked slightly better close-up, though cetainly sluttish-looking. "Hi, honey," she said in a pleasant voice, reaching for the door. "Can I get in?" I nodded and she entered. When she was comfortable, we had introduced ourselves (her name, she said, was Heather), and I had started slowly down the side street, she spoke again, "What are ya lookin' for, honey?" I've heard that you should never discuss services or money until you've determined that a hooker isn't a cop in disguise, but Reward had told me she wasn't, so I told her I'd like a blow job and a fuck. She told me the price was $100; I don't know if that's a reasonable price or not, but I didn't really care, so I agreed. She asked if I wanted to park somewhere or go to a motel. I considered. Under no circumstances would I normally agree to sex in a car -- something I haven't done in thirty years. Normally there would be two arguments against a car -- it's uncomfortable and we might be seen, either by passersby or police. But normally I wouldn't have Reward to keep trouble away, and to enlarge or modify the car as needed to make us more comfortable. I told him to do both these things, as I suggested she direct me to a place to park. The idea seemed delightfully decadent. Heather sent me down a couple side streets and into an alley, ending up in a corner of a warehouse parking lot between a dumpster and a disused loading dock. I've heard stories of hookers who had boyfriends who mugged johns in places like this, but I had Reward quickly check her and ensure she had no such intentions. "The shift doesn't change here 'til midnight," she said. "Nobody'll come out before then." I replied that I was sure they wouldn't, as I handed over the money, promising a good tip for good service. With that I opened my pants and pulled out my cock, telling Reward to change the car seat to a bench seat and widen the car, without having Heather notice. I also told him to have her not notice how much time we were taking, since one thing that had made my previous experiences unpleasant was the hookers' rushed, clock-watching attitudes. Heather started to reach for a condom. I had of course had Reward scan her for diseases, so I told her we wouldn't need any protection. She unquestioningly agreed and leaned over and took my limp dick in her mouth. She was good -- lots of tongue and suction, not much teeth -- and in just a few seconds I was getting hard. I pushed her head slightly down and she took the hint, taking my cock deeper, almost into her throat, as I slipped a hand under her shorts to feel her ass. The blowjob continued on for several more minutes before Heather looked up to ask if I wanted to fuck her. I considered coming in her mouth, but decided against it for now, and agreed with her suggestion. As she pulled off her shorts and I lowered my pants to my ankles, she asked how I wanted to do it. I suggested she get on top of me, as I lowered the seat back further. She obliged and I told Reward to get rid of the steering wheel and raise the roof of the car. She placed her legs on both sides of my hips and squatted, then reached between her legs to grab my cock, rubbed it against her cunt a couple times, and put it in. She was well-lubricated -- whether naturally or not I don't know. She raised herself slightly, then came down, beginning the fuck. I put my hand up her t-shirt and felt her tits through her bra. They were smaller than I had expected, were too soft, and felt shapeless, so I had Reward firm them up and enlarge them just a little. While he was at it, I had him tighten her pussy a bit, and thin out her bush, which I had noticed was a bit thicker than I like. I thought about having him make her sexually excited, but I decided that that might take some of the sleaziness out of the situation. She was a whore and she was doing this strictly for the money -- that was part of the fun. The blow job had set me up well, and when I felt her pussy tighten on me, I quickly came. I held her close as my sperm shot up her cunt, then kissed her deeply as the last dribbles escaped my cock. Though she was surprised by the kiss, she returned it. I had come quicker than I liked because of the effect of her tightening pussy. Now I laid her back on the seat, reinserted my cock, and started fucking her again. "Hey," she said, though she didn't push me away, "we agreed to one fuck." "You'll get paid," I said, as I continued stroking her. She shrugged, wrapped her legs around me and started humping back at me. I fucked her harder and she began to grunt with pleasure, and as I increased the pace she pulled me to her and began whispering filth in my ear. "That's it, babe, fuck me hard. Stick it in me," she whispered. "More... do me, babe... ram me with that big cock." I stroked her a few more times and then came again. As I collapsed on her, she complimented me on doing her twice in rapid succession. I gave her a peck on her cheek and got up. She grabbed some tissues to clean my sperm from her pussy. As I reached for my pants she cleared her throat. "Honey, don't forget to pay for the second fuck... and you promised me a tip." "That's right," I said, having Reward put two hundreds in my pocket, which I gave to her. She was clearly surprised at the amount, and gave me a quick kiss. "Hey, if you're around, I'll usually be on that corner, if you'd like to do me again." "I'll do that," I said, and I almost meant it -- I thought I might give her another try some time. But I wasn't planning on soon. However, as she leaned down to the floor to get her shorts, I got a look at her ass. It was nice, slender but well-rounded. I told her to lift her ass higher for me. She looked at me quizzically, but did so. I felt her ass cheeks -- they were smooth and firm -- then I pulled them apart to look at her cunt and asshole. I wanted that ass. "Hold on, Heather," I said. "I want another fuck." To say she was startled would be an understatement. "You can't be serious," she laughed. I assured her I was, and stuck a finger in her cunt and licked her asshole. "I'm gonna buttfuck you," I said. With that she pulled away. "No, sorry, honey, I don't do that." "Yes, you do," I replied, telling Reward to have her accept it. "Well, okay," she said, "I'll give it a try." "I knew you'd see it that way," I said. "I think you'll enjoy it more than you expect." I realized I'd have to raise the car roof some more to get behind her and do her doggie-style. At this point I had modified the car so much it wasn't a car, and I had already had the decadent kick of sex in a car (it really was fun), so I asked Reward if he could move us to a motel. Instantly we were on a bed in a room identical to the one where I'd fucked Lupe. "What the hell?!?" Oops, forgot to have Reward make Heather not notice the change. I took care of that oversight and returned to playing with her ass. I stuck two fingers up her pussy and a thumb in her ass and began a two-hole fingerfuck. At the same time I pushed her t-shirt up to her neck and then removed her bra. Although I had felt her tits earlier, I still hadn't seen them. Reward had done a nice job, creating two mid-sized firm boobs that hung nicely from her chest, swaying only slightly as she moved with my fingers. I cupped her left breast and massaged it, tweaking the nipple. "You've got really nice tits," I commented. She thanked me for the compliment, totally unaware that her breasts had ever been any different. She was getting a little excited now, and moved her hips faster. "That feels good, honey, I like it," she said, giving her ass a wiggle. A moment later, though, she remembered to be more business-like and suggested I start fucking her. It seemed like a good idea, so I put my cock at her puckered little asshole and began to push, urging her to relax. As she gritted her teeth, I told Reward to keep the pain down. I drove it in slowly, pausing a couple times to allow her to adjust to the feeling of a cock in her ass. At last I was all the way in, and looked down at her ass to see her hole stretched tight around my cock. I asked her how it felt. "It hurts a little," she said hesitantly, "But in a way it feels sorta nice." I didn't stroke for a moment to again give her a chance to adjust with my cock all the way in. As I did, I reached under to play with both her tits, squeezing them and rubbing the nipples. After a few seconds of this, she sighed with pleasure and pushed her ass back against me, which I took as a signal to start stroking her. I did her slowly a few times, finally releasing her tits as I gradually picked up the pace. Soon I was slamming my belly into her buns fairly hard, and she was beginning to respond. After a bit more, I pulled out, her ass giving a popping sound as I withdrew from the tight hole, then I signalled for her to get on her back. She laid back with her legs spread, and I lifted her legs to let me get at her asshole. As my cock entered again she said, "Yeah, that's nice, honey. Stick it in." I pushed again, then put two fingers in her fuckhole and began slowly stroking both holes. At the same time, I grabbed a tit and squeezed it, first softly, then a little harder. "Oh, that's it, baby. Fuck me," she moaned. She had talked dirty during our previous fuck, mostly just as part of her job. Now with a bit of passion added to her professionalism, she really got into it. "Stick it up my butt, honey," she snarled. "Fuck my ass, ram your big cock up my asshole." She began moving her hips harder now, and looked at me with lust as she said, "Damn, it's good to be a virgin again, getting my first fuck. Do me, babe, fuck me hard." Now I was going full speed, and I slammed her ass again and again. She kept up the pace, pulling me down to her and keeping up the dirty talk until it degenerated into a stream of unconnected obscenities. Finally, as she came, with one long scream of "fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!!", I shot my sperm deep into her bowels. With that, I collapsed on her, and we both lay motionless for a few minutes. Eventually she stirred and I got off her, withdrawing my nearly limp cock from her ass. A stream of sperm followed it out. "That wasn't bad, honey," she said. "It's been a while since I really came with a customer." She picked up her clothes and headed for the bathroom to clean up -- not a bad idea after three fucks. "You think you might keep doing buttfucks?" I asked as I got dressed. "Could be," she said, consideringly, through the partially open door. Then she added, in what I took as a hint, "I should be able to get a good price for it." I considered telling her she should figure that her payment was the $5,000 boob job I had had Reward give her. I'll probably ruin the whore market in Phoenix, but what do I care? When she came back into the room I handed her $500. She hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down her phone number and said, "Anytime you want a fuck, honey... pussy, butt, anything... just call this number and ask for Heather. I'll be on my back with my legs wide open in ten seconds flat." I loved the way she talked. I asked if she wanted me to take her back to her corner, but with $800 in her pocket she asked me to drop her at a bar a few blocks down. As I pulled away from the bar after getting an apparently spontaneous goodbye kiss, I glanced at the clock on the dash. "Holy shit!" I yelled when I saw it was 9:30 -- Chris might be home. "She is," Reward said. Damn, I thought, she's gonna be pissed at me. "She is," said Reward. "Do you want to change the time?" "Huh?" I replied elegantly. "Can I do that?" Then I remembered that he had told me I could manipulate matter and dimensions, but while I had thought in terms of altering the pace of time, I hadn't considered moving it around. I asked him when she had arrived home, and when he said 8:30 (boy, she'd be fuming by now, I thought), I told him to change the time to 7:30, giving me plenty of time to beat her home. I also started thinking about time and space. ------- Chapter 13: Taking Time To Think As I drove to the office the next day, I spent some time thinking about the powers I had, and about what was important to me, and about, well, life. You may not believe it, but the thought of getting rid of Reward even crossed my mind. When my family got home, I realized how much, even with all the fun I'd been having, I had missed them, and how important they were to me. And I wondered whether I was risking something precious in order to have something that was just a lot of fun. Even Chris's begging off, as usual, from sex because she was too tired from the drive (a legitimate excuse, of course) didn't change things. I had lived without good sex all these years, I knew I could do it again, if I had too. I said above that I considered doing away with Reward -- as the phrasing tells you, I didn't. I wanted the best of both worlds, and I was determined to figure out a way to have it. I knew I couldn't have practically non-stop sex with every woman who interested me without it sooner or later having bad (maybe disastrous) consequences on my family life. I had seen some things in me that were likely to create problems down the road -- most obviously, my newly-discovered taste for underage girls, but also the pleasure I had taken in dominating women. I thought I saw a solution in a few of the things I had learned from Reward. The solution might lie in Tom Mallory of Phoenix today not doing these things (or at least not as often), but using the powers I had over time and space to put myself in different times and different places. Also to avoid doing damage to anyone (or change the course of history) by interacting only with clones in cloned versions of the times and places I visited. Meanwhile, I could continue to have fun in the here and now by creating other identities for myself (the most immediate application I could see for this was to create a guy about Debbie Kowalski's age who could get into that little babe's pants). Meanwhile, Tom Mallory could continue to be a respectable business leader and family man, with perhaps only a quiet, discreet affair with Beth and a few other occasional wanderings. Hypocritical? Well, perhaps a little. But the best possible solution to the dilemma, I thought. By the time I got to the office, Reward and I were working out the details and trying to figure out the best way to test the idea. When I got to the office, though, I found nothing but trouble, and no time to consider the further advancement of my fantasies. Merianne O'Connor, the raging bitch account exec I mentioned earlier, had thrown the office into turmoil again by creating a huge problem with one of our clients, telling the client's director of advertising that his store's use of big-busted models was demeaning to women, and not something our agency should be party to. This would have been stupid enough in any case, but it wasn't even an account to which she was assigned. Michelle Hawks came into my office and closed the door. "Tom, we've got to get rid of her. I tried to talk some sense into her. I pointed out that the damn store's business is selling sexy lingerie, for god's sake -- of course they're going to use models with big boobs. I told her to worry about her own accounts. She just won't listen -- she's decided this is a sacred cause. And you know it's not the first time. Let's go talk to Mark" I agreed to go to Mark with her, although both of us knew that the chances of getting Mark Vincent to do much of anything were pretty slim. Our agency president had started slipping into lethargy about five years previous, when his wife died. The problem was that he adamantly refused to admit to himself that the fire was gone. A good man, wealthy, and a physically vigorous sixty, he should be enjoying life on some beach. Unfortunately he couldn't face the loneliness of retirement, and kept coming into the office to avoid being alone. Another problem, I knew, was that Merianne O'Connor was the orphaned daughter of one of Mark's early business associates. There was no way he'd fire her, no matter what she did. Half an hour later Michelle and I came out of Mark's office after getting exactly the results we expected. He'd made excuses for Michelle, he'd promised to think about it, he'd said we were making a big deal out of nothing, that the account wasn't that important anyway, and a dozen other things. What he hadn't done was to do what needed to be done. "That's it," said Michelle, frustrated and angry, when we got back to her office and closed the door. "I like Mark as much as you or anybody else, but he's going to drag the whole agency down if this goes on much longer. We've got to get everybody together and force him out." The way our partnership was structured, Mark could be forced out if two-thirds of the partners (five of the seven) agreed. I had no doubt the votes were there -- in fact, I'd be one of them if it came to that. I wanted to avoid it, though, and I thought I knew a way. "Michelle, I agree with you in principle," I said, "but will you give me until the end of the day to find another solution? If the problem isn't fixed by then, I promise to help you move Mark out." She readily agreed, no more anxious than I was to wound an old friend unnecessarily. I left for lunch at my usual place to work out the details over a double cheeseburger. I cleared out a table in Diana's station, then had Reward get the manager to reassign all her other tables to other waitresses. She came to my table, with her order pad out. "What would you like to have, Master?" "I'll have a double cheeseburger deluxe with fries, a cup of coffee, and a blowjob," I replied. "Thank you, Master," she replied. "I'll place your order and be right back with the coffee and blowjob." Diana was back quickly, putting the coffee in front of me, and then crawling under the table to unzip my pants and begin sucking me. I knew I shouldn't have done this, since the blowjob would no doubt interfere with my thinking, but I couldn't resist. And, anyway, I had the basics of the plan worked out. The way I figured it was that our real problem was Mark. We had to get rid of both Mark and Merianne, but Merianne could be eliminated by tossing her over a cliff, as far as I was concerned. (I quickly added an aside to Reward that I wasn't serious about that). But Mark we had to get rid of in a way that made him happy to go. And since the reason Mark didn't want to go was because he was afraid he'd be bored and lonely in retirement, what better way to make sure that he left happy than to give him a beautiful and devoted young wife? Who? Merianne, of course. I considered the possible objections, which were pretty obvious. "Merianne doesn't really like Mark all that much": So? "Merianne's a bitch": Well, yes. But Mark didn't think so, he was very fond of her, seeing her as his protege. And besides, she could be adjusted. "Mark's 60, Merianne's about 25": Was Mark likely to complain? I had to take a little break at this point in my thinking, since Diana's sucking had had its desired effect. I concentrated on the sensations in my crotch for a few seconds as I grabbed her head and pulled her tight against me, shoving my cock as far into her as it would go and then fucking her throat a few strokes before sending my sperm into her belly. As I leaned back in the seat, Diana cleaned off my dick and then crawled out from under the table. As she stood she thanked me for giving her my sperm, and then left to get my cheeseburger. I returned to my plans, although I was pretty close to finished. I would have them get married -- the engagement would be announced this afternoon. Had I left any details out? Diana returned with the cheeseburger and fries, asking if there was anything else she could do for me. I told her I didn't need anything while I was eating, so she could sit across the booth from me and masturbate until I was done. She sat sideways in the booth, leaning against the wall, brought her legs up on the seat, hiked her skirt up to her waist (no panties), and began fingering herself. I swallowed a fry and suggested an improvement. "Take off your blouse and bra, Diana, and play with your tits." Diana did as she was told, releasing her big, milk-swollen breasts and beginning to squeeze first one nipple, then the other, as she continued to play with her clit. Watching her play with her tits brought to my attention a small flaw in my plan. Mark, I knew, preferred women who were rather buxom. Merianne's tits were not tiny, but she was a bit on the small side. Since I wanted Mark to be happy, I'd have to fix that -- poetic justice considering the issue that had dominated the morning. I instructed Reward to increase Merianne's breasts to DD, adding that no one else would consider this to be a change, but that Merianne should notice it. The thought of her seeing her breasts suddenly balloon was delicious. I realized the new tits would probably destroy her blouse, but that gave me the idea to change her clothes as well. The pinstripe business suit would be replaced by a super-short skirt, black hose, stilletto heels, and a tight, lowcut, ruffled, pink blouse. I almost laughed out loud at the mental image. In fact, the mental image was so good that I asked Reward to bring Merianne over to the restaurant so I could see the real thing. There she was in front of me, looking around in confusion, and trying to hide two huge mounds projecting from her chest. "You're looking great, Merianne," I said. "Been working out?" "What's happening to me?" she wailed. Then she saw Diana furiously fingering herself, and she stammered in greater confusion, unable to speak and just pointing at the pregnant waitress. She looked around for help, but saw that none of the other diners was paying the least attention to anything but their own meals and conversations. "And I like the way you're dressed today," I added. "It really expresses your personality." Merianne tried unsuccessfully to pull her short skirt down her thighs (very nice ones, I should note), but there just wasn't anything to pull down. "How can this be happening?" she asked, nearly in tears. "I made it happen." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I changed your clothes, and I changed your, er, protuberances," I replied. "You're nuts." "I may be nuts," I replied, "but I'm not the one who suddenly has two cantaloupes hanging off my ribs. Since you're not being nice, I won't change them back." Obviously she didn't believe me (and who would?), so I quickly returned her to her normal state, then, a few seconds later, returned her to her new condition. She looked at me with a mix of awe and terror. "How did you do that?" "It's a long story, Merianne, and not one that would really interest you. Anyway, I don't really want to discuss it with you -- I just brought you over here because I was curious to see what you looked like now. It's very interesting - turn around for me." I twirled my finger to indicate she should pirouette. Reluctantly but obediently, Merianne did a model's turn. When she was again facing me, I told her to turn once more. "I want to see your ass a little better," I explained. Red-faced, she turned. "Lovely," I said truthfully. "Now bend over." When she did, I noticed her underwear. "I really should take your panties away from you, but not wearing panties to work would be unprofessional, don't you think?" At that moment, Diana, who had been frigging herself ever harder and faster, came with a series of moans and grunts, collapsing against the wall. Of course I didn't get a reply to my question, so I added, "Just for the moment, pull your panties down, so I can see your ass." She did. Then, at my suggestion, she pulled her pussy lips open. "You know, Merianne, your ass and pussy are so beautiful, I'm tempted to give you a quick fuck from behind, but that wouldn't be fair to your husband." I let her get up. "My... h-husband?" she stammered, pulling up her panties. She really did have a nice body. Mark would be a happy man. "Yes, congratulations on your engagement, by the way. Don't worry about it," I added, "I'll give you all the details this afternoon." With that, I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. She walked dispiritedly through the coffee shop and back to the office, with every man she passed ogling her extraordinary body and suggestive attire. Diana was reviving. "Who was that, Master?" she asked. "Another of your servants?" "Do you think I should have her as a servant, Diana?" I asked. "If you want her, Master. But I don't think she could please you as well as I can." "An excellent answer, Diana," I replied. "Just for that, why don't you lean over the table and I'll give you a good fuck from behind." "Thank you, Master," she squealed with pleasure, as she quickly positioned herself over the table. As I got up to fuck her, I thought that it would be fun to play some games with the rest of the diners, so I gave all the women in the place the sensation of a pair of lips sucking on their clits. There was a noticeable drop in the amount of conversation in the room, replaced by a gasp from dozens of mouths, a clatter as a waitress dropped a tray of food, and chairs screeching as their occupants' legs went rigid. I entered Diana and began stroking her to the sound of dozens of women moaning and panting. I grabbed Diana's ass cheeks and rammed her harder, watching a few women begin to put their hands up their skirts. So far, none of the men noticed - but I decided it was time to let them in on the fun. Suddenly there was a riot of voices. The manager started off in a dozen directions at once, but finally settled on Diana and I as the most egregious violators of his restaurant's decorum. As he neared us, gibbering and gesticulating, I provided some decoy targets by having all the women get up from their chairs, pull up their skirts and/or drop their pants and lean over their tables, waiting to be fucked. They didn't wait long, because I had all the men drop their own pants and start fucking the nearest cunt (there being more men than women in the restaurant, the guys who didn't grab a pussy quickly enough had to settle for any available mouths). The manager himself was now getting a blowjob from one of the waitresses, who was being fucked by the customer she had been serving in a different manner just a moment before. I came in Diana to the sight of dozens of rutting combinations and the slurping sounds of wet pussies and blowjobs. After she cleaned her juices off my cock, dressed me, and thanked me for fucking her, I started to leave. I then realized that Diana had missed most of her lunch hour business by serving me, so I left a $100 tip on the table. As I walked to the door, I noticed people gathering on the sidewalk outside, gesturing at the crazed behavior in the restaurant -- I had forgotten to put up any protection around the building. Immediately I returned everyone inside and outside to normal. I had to be more careful - I asked Reward to remind me about forgotten details as I returned to the office, where I had the receptionist announce that there would be a company meeting at 2:30. As the staff crowded into the lunchroom, where we generally held meetings of this type, I had Reward adjust them to accept as perfectly reasonable everything I said. I quickly scanned the room - Mark and Merianne were standing next to each other as I wanted, although they didn't know they had been directed to do so. Nobody thought there was anything unusual in Merianne's body or dress, although several of the men were of course admiring her. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice," I began when everyone was in. "I promise this won't be a long meeting, and I promise that it's nothing but good news." There was a general sigh of relief. "First," I went on, "You're probably all aware, despite their discretion, that there has been a growing bond between Mark Vincent and Merianne O'Connor." Merianne gaped at me in horror as she realized (I never said she was dumb) what was about to happen. I had expected her reaction of course, so had had Reward ensure that everyone else saw nothing but ecstatic bliss on her face. "It's my pleasure and honor," I added, "to announce that Mark and Merianne will be getting married." General applause, shouts of congratulations. Mark beaming and shaking hands with those nearby. Merianne staring at me with terror and detestation, although everyone else saw her accepting their good wishes and showing off her huge engagement ring (a gift from Reward - I had forgotten this detail). When the general hubbub quieted down, I went on. "I'm sure you'll understand that Mark is going to be a very busy guy..." Polite laughter. I overheard one of the copywriters comment that "You might even say he's going to have his hands full," drawing sniggers from those around him. "... so he has reluctantly announced his retirement, effective immediately. We're all going to miss him, after all he's done to build this agency, but he and Merianne leave us with our best wishes." More applause, and more congratulations graciously accepted by Mark and Merianne. I held up my hands for quiet. "Just one more thing," I said, "and it's great news, too. Please join me in congratulating the new CEO of our agency, Michelle Hawks." Wild applause - Michelle was genuinely liked and respected by everyone in the agency. I stepped aside as Michelle came forward to speak briefly about how she'd need all our help to fill the big shoes, etc, etc, etc. Then it was over and everyone crowded around the happy couple and/or their new boss. When I could work my way through to them, I shook Mark's hand and said, "I'll bet when Merianne said yes, it was the greatest moment in your life." His face lit up with joy and then he laughed at the memory. "I'll say. We were at Flavio's, and I was so excited when I put the ring on her finger that I dropped it in her ice cream." Nice touch, Reward. Then I turned to his happy bride-to-be, who was holding her groom-to-be's hand and speaking excitedly with a young assistant art director. Only I could see her agony. When we were nearly alone I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Mark's gonna love that ass of yours." She started to cry, although everyone else saw her giggling at the mildly ribald comment they presumed I had whispered to her. I've told you that tears usually soften me. I had decided to make her the perfect wife for Mark, doing everything to make him happy, sexually and otherwise, but knowing that she had been forced into it, and hating every minute of it. But I had also decided that I'd do it only for six months - that would be enough punishment. Then I'd let her be happy with her body and her life - she'd be the happy little devoted housewife, straight out of fifties TV. I wondered idly if June Allyson or Donna Reed ought to be her model, but I decided I'd let Reward work it out - besides, neither of them had tits like Merianne's. But now I decided to let her off the hook immediately - her misery was too deep. I had Reward make her happy with her position - marriage to Mark Vincent was something she had dreamed about and worked toward ever since she had joined the agency three years before. She was ecstatic. As I left the lunchroom and returned to my office, I remembered that Mark had no kids from his first marriage - I wondered if I should I let him knock up Merianne on the honeymoon. ------- Chapter 14: A Test In The Pacific As mentioned, I had decided to have some portion of my fun in the past, and in other places, and as other people. It was time to give it a try. I had just finished setting up Mark and Merianne and I returned to my office, locking the door and telling the assistant that I didn't want to be disturbed for about fifteen minutes. That, at Reward's one hour per second rate (I assumed the rate could be adjusted to anything, but this one would do), would allow me to enter another life for a month. I had often fantasized, as have many other people, about life on a primitive, unspoiled tropical island - so I thought it would be nice to pick out some such place. I asked Reward to find an island that would thoroughly meet my expectations (and to make any adjustments needed to do so), and clone it in an alternative universe. It needed to be an island where the inhabitants had legends about a white man arriving to be their god or leader. He promptly reported back that he had selected a small island, one of a group of forty or fifty, in the central Philippines, a few decades pre-Magellen. The island, about ten square miles, had a population of about four hundred people, all living in a single village, and had the requisite beliefs about a great leader who would come from the sea. Seemed to fit the bill. To improve the package for my new subjects, I suggested that they see me as about twenty-eight years old, with an athlete's body. While Reward was at it, I suggested that he might as well equip me with a wonder-schlong. So I told Reward to put the game in motion, and the next thing I knew I was in a small boat that had just landed on a beautiful beach. People from a village just up a rise from the beach were pointing at me, shouting, and running toward me. I had of course instructed Reward to make me fluent in any languages I came in contact with, so I understood most of the shouts to be along the lines of, "The Great One has arrived!" With a silent apology to Wayne Gretzky, I decided that The Great One was an acceptable title for me. As I stepped ashore, dozens of people (and a large number of chickens and pigs) gathered around me. I waited for a few moments, because I wanted a big crowd. When enough, maybe a hundred or so, were there, I raised my hands, which instantly silenced the crowd. "My people," I intoned in a suitably portentous voice, "I have come to lead you into a new world of wealth, peace, and happiness." These sounded like good political promises, and my subjects responded suitably, with cheers of joy. I then started walking toward the village, followed by my... er, followers. It was only a hundred or so yards away, and we were about halfway there when another group emerged from the village, following a huge man - easily 6'6" and probably close to 300 pounds. This, I assumed, was the leader whom I was in the process of replacing. He did not appear happy about the idea. My group began shouting about how The Great One had arrived. The leader simply stared at me with a lethal combination of loathing and contempt. He took a spear from a lieutenant at his right and said, "If he is The Great One, he is immune to spears." Then, looking at me, added, "Do you wish me to throw the spear at you, Great One?" The guy had personality. Presence. I could see how he had risen to his current lofty estate. I had given a little (but not much) thought to how I would deal with this situation. I hadn't expected the guy in charge to lightly hand over the throne just because I showed up. Reward informed me now that the leaders around here did not generally die of old age - it was normal for them to hold on to office only as long as they could either cow or kill their challengers. Well, if that's the way they do it here... I thought, though, that I'd give him a chance to back down, so I replied, "Throw the spear, but if you do and it doesn't kill me, I will kill you. If you don't throw the spear, I will allow you to live in peace among my people." He laughed, as, I must admit, I expected. It sounded pretty weak even to me. Then, from only ten yards away, he reared his powerful body and launched the spear. As he did, he (and the spear) simply disappeared. Massive intake of breath. I think it's fair to say that everyone was impressed, and that any doubters had now come over to my side. The men rushed forward and raised me up on their shoulders to carry me triumphantly into their (correction: my) village. The bare-breasted women cheered, some bowing before me. Children laughed and danced. I think even the pigs and chickens were excited, although probably just by the noise. The men carrying me deposited me in front of a hut about twice the size of the rest, but otherwise undistinguished, except by a large rattan chair near the entrance. This, I learned, was the royal palace and my throne. The four women who now emerged were the late ruler's wives and, by right of succession, now mine. I told the lieutenant who had handed my predecessor his spear (and who, I suspect, expected to be offed at any moment) to organize a feast in my honor. Relieved at this sign of royal favor, he and several other members of the former administration set about to put on a major party. "My people," I said, "The Great One is touched by your devotion. Tonight we shall have a great feast to celebrate the glorious future of our village. But now I must rest." I entered my palace, signalling my wives to follow. The palace wasn't much, but it would suffice. It had bamboo walls, a bamboo floor (raised a couple feet to protect it, I supposed, from the damp climate and insects), and a palm roof. The interior consisted of an area for sitting, as designated by some woven mats, and an area for sleeping, as designated by some slightly thicker mats with rags for covers. My wives knelt on the mats, and waited for me to speak. I asked them their names. The other three looked expectantly at the one who I would guess was the eldest. Her name, she said, was Lokni (my own phonetic spelling), and she was the first wife of the late ruler (whose name was Rohen). She had one child, she replied in answer to my question, a girl who was out on a food-gathering expedition. When I asked Lokni her age, she looked at me quizzically. Reward informed me that this society did not have a concept of years - people's ages were designated only by two terms: young (not yet able to bear or sire children), and old (too old to work). Everybody else was just kind of in-between. My guess was that she was in her early or mid thirties. She had large, pendulous breasts, and was slightly thick-waisted, with an attractive face. Far from my ideal, but still a pleasant-looking woman. The others were younger - my guesses would be about 19-20, 24-26, and 28-30. It would appear that Rohen, as he had risen in the world, had added another wife every few years. I decided that the best protocol would be to take them in order of seniority, so I gestured Lokni to join me on the largest of the sleeping mats. It was immediately apparent that sex was a spectator sport in this society - at least in these extended families - since my other wives gathered around to watch their new husband perform. Lokni, like all the other women, and most men, in the village, was wearing a skirt of strips of dried palm fronds. She released the hemp rope that served as the waist, dropped the skirt to the floor, and lay on the mat. I'm not sure whether to describe her expression as more apprehensive or bored, but it was clear she was not looking forward to our coupling. It was also clear that she expected me to mount her quickly, since she immediately spread her legs as she reclined. Then I opened my own skirt, and her jaw dropped (I heard a small exclamation from one of the other wives) as she saw my cock, still flaccid, but well over eight inches and proportionally thick. She immediately sat up and, as I stood over her, she reached out and placed the cock in her mouth. I was subsequently to learn that Rohen hadn't been much of a stud, appearances to the contrary notwithstanding. His cock was a bit smaller than average (the law of compensation at work, I guess), his sex drive was low, and when he did want to get his rocks off, his practice was to grab a wife, push her down on a mat, and shove till he came. Given my slightly more refined technique, I was to achieve considerable popularity. But at the moment, I didn't know or care about Rohen's deficiencies as a husband. I was only concerned with getting my cock into his/my wife. She sucked it in, and my cock filled her mouth completely, with a bunch left over. I could have Reward loosen her jaws, but for right now the sensation of having her struggle to accommodate me was pleasurable. Lokni had little experience at sucking cock, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, and I was soon hard, adding another inch or so to the monster in her mouth. She did a handjob on what she couldn't get in, and soon I felt myself nearing my climax. I began stroking slightly into her mouth. When I came, I put the first blast down her throat, then pulled out to squirt the rest on her face. When I had finished, I told wife #2 (Omgee) to lick my sperm off Lokni's face, while #3 (Dorena) cleaned off my cock. I was immediately hard again when Dorena began licking my cock and fondling my balls, in large part because Omgee's skirt opened when she bent over to lick Lokni's face, revealing a large but lovely ass. At its bottom was a large black bush, which I had Reward immediately trim, to reveal a lovely little cunt. My cock being clean, I pulled it away from Dorena (who pouted prettily), and placed myself behind Omgee, opening her cunt with both thumbs and inserting the head of my cock at the entrance of her fuckhole. Although she was already a bit damp, I knew she'd need a lot of lubrication to take my monster in. I reached under to play with her clit, meanwhile telling wife #4 (Kanala) to suck on her tits. Kanala at first looked reluctant to do this, until I gave her an angry look, and said that I expected to be obeyed. Immediately she placed herself under Omgee (who, I later learned, was her sister), and began sucking and fondling her tits. The multiple stimulation soon had Omgee moaning with pleasure as I pierced her cunt with my big cock, and on my second stroke she was already pushing back against me. I released her clit as I stroked a bit harder, getting a grunt of pain and pleasure from her. I grabbed both big ass cheeks and pushed hard again, getting another grunt, this one pure pleasure. Now I picked up the pace and began slamming her hard again and again, while she met my blows and returned them with interest. I had reached maximum speed and power when I heard Omgee scream and felt her cunt muscles, already tight on my huge cock, contract and try to hold me. With that, I filled her with sperm. I decided to rest for a few minutes, lying down on the mat and having my wives gather around me. I told Lokni to clean off my cock while Omgee came down from her high. I had Dorena lie beside me, so I could play with her tiny tits, which were topped by big puffy nipples. I pushed lightly on the puffy nipple, treating it like a button, and eliciting a giggle from Dorena. Then I squeezed it between two fingers, meanwhile rubbing the other tit, the whole thing fitting easily in the palm of my hand. Dorena's nipples were apparently rather sensitive, and she sighed and smiled at me as I played with them. Lokni had finished cleaning my cock, and I told Kanala to give me a blowjob. The ladies changed places, and Kanala began trying to fit my flaccid cock in her mouth. It was slow going for her, but that was okay with me, since I wanted to play for a while before fucking Dorena. Now I pulled Dorena down on top of me, and began sucking her tit, putting a finger into her cunt. She moaned with pleasure, and spread her legs to let me enter her more deeply. At first I only played among her labia, but then I found her clit, just beginning to poke its head out. I tweaked it and drew a gasp from Dorena. Kanala now had most of my cock in her mouth, and was proving herself an excellent cocksucker in her virgin effort. I had Reward suppress her gag reflex and loosen her jaws as I pushed my cock forward into her throat. Meanwhile, at the other end, I sucked one whole tit into my mouth and held it, sucking hard, while continung to play with Dorena's clit, and adding a fingerfuck to the mix. Dorena was nearly to her climax, and I pushed her over the top by having Reward make her feel the same effect on her other tit that she was feeling on the one in my mouth. She howled with pleasure, and came with a series of shudders. I had planned on fucking Dorena, but changed my mind as she collapsed beside me. Kanala had made me extraordinarily hot with her great blowjob, and I was ready to fuck now -- I didn't want to wait for Dorena to recover. Kanala had been playing with herself while sucking me, and I figured she was ready, so I told her to lie down beside me. She was immediately on her back with her legs spread. What a beautiful sight! Though she was a very small girl, probably no more than 4'10" or 4'11" and slender, she had rather large tits, which stood out perfectly from her chest, with only the slightest of sag from their sheer weight. Now she lay wide open in front of me, with her big tits sticking up, a finger in her cunt, and a pleading look on her pretty face. I wanted to be in her quickly, but first I leaned down between her legs to replace her fingers with my own, and to give her clit a quick suck. Her cunt was tiny, surrounded by only a thin bush of a few short hairs. I had Reward clear these away, as I stuck my finger in her fuckhole. She was so tight that I could feel pressure on even the one finger -- I told Reward to make sure there was no great pain for her when I fucked her for real. But she was also thoroughly wet and moved her hips with my fucking motion. When I licked her clit, she shuddered with pleasure, and I knew she was ready. I positioned myself over her, and told her to put my cock in her. Her tiny hand grabbed my cock, barely able to circle it, and placed its head at the entrance to her vagina, pushing her hips forward to get it started in. I kissed her hard and deep as I pushed forward slowly but steadily, gradually opening her almost like a virgin. She stiffened a couple times, and I paused, then went on as she adapted and then relaxed. I reached the bottom, but still had cock left, so I pushed forward, and felt her gasp as I entered her womb. Then I was all the way in, and lifted myself up to see her tiny cunt spread tight around my big cock, as her head rolled back limply in her uncontrollable lust. I looked at my other wives, whose eyes were wide with disbelief (and envy). I heard Kanala mutter, "I didn't think I could take it all." "Yes, you've got it all, Kanala," I said as I kissed her again, and then grabbed one of her big tits and gave a nipple a twist. She ground her crotch against me, and begged me to fuck her. I pulled out slowly, only about half way, and came back in slowly. She groaned and pushed against me hard. Now I pulled nearly all the way out and Kanala grabbed at my ass in fear that I might abandon her so near release. But I wasn't going to do that, and came back in her in one long smooth stroke. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me to her. "Fuck me, Great One," she whispered in my ear. "Fuck me hard and give me your baby." Holy shit! Now there was a thought. The idea of this little babe wanting me to knock her up got me so hot, I gave up any thought of going slow. I pulled out most of the way and slammed it into her. She expelled her breath with a grunt and then said, "Yes, that's it!" I didn't wait for approval though. I slammed her again and again as she screamed in ecstasy and clawed at my back as her legs held tight to my ass. I slammed her cunt a few more times as her orgasm began, and then her spasms milked the sperm from my cock. I pushed into her as far as I could to deposit the sperm directly into her womb. For a long time I hugged her, then got off her, pulling my cock, glistening with our juices, from her still-resisting cunt, and signalled for one of the wives to clean my cock. Dorena moved first and got it. Kanala stirred, having been previously limp with exhaustion. Now she smiled at me and said, "I pray you have given me a baby, Great One." The rest of the afternoon was spent much the same way, with each of my wives getting at least one more session, and all expressing a desire to have my babies. It turns out that Rohen had fathered only one child, Lokni's daughter. This was something I needed to think about -- living in a clone society was one thing, fathering clone babies was something else. On the other hand, I had enjoyed my sessions with Diana to such an extent that I looked forward to fucking more pregnant women -- it might be fun to have one or two of my wives pregnant at any given time. More to think about -- but for now it was time to party. ------- Chapter 15: The Party As the sun went down, and I pulled out of Omgee's cunt after giving her her third dose of sperm, we heard drums outside, signalling the start of the feast. I stood up and put my skirt on and my wives, a bit reluctantly, did the same. Then they followed me outside, where a large bonfire was being lit in the village square (if that's the proper term -- it was more of a circle), several smaller cookfires were going strong, the drummers were getting warmed up, and a crowd was beginning to gather. An immediate buzz went up as The Great One emerged, followed by his well-fucked wives. Rohen's assistants, probably figuring that their lives (or at least their positions of power) were at stake, had worked hard to put on a party that was worthy of The Great One. Since The Great One was in a mood for a really good party, he had instructed Reward to make sure that everything went well for the organizing committee. A delegation of nervous courtiers hurried forward to lead me to the place of honor, and proceeded to squabble over the best positions near me. I asked Reward to tell me which of the village leaders were most honest and intelligent, and then pointed to the three he selected, telling them to sit with me. I wanted to get a State of the Village assessment, so that I could quickly fix any problems. Once all the problems were fixed, I could turn the village over to the elders (with Reward to keep an eye on them) and get on with life in paradise -- which was, after all, the whole point. When I asked my advisory council to catalog the biggest problems facing us, all except one were things calculated to make the most well-intentioned eyes glaze over. I have a very hard time getting worked up over how to deal with people who don't keep their pigs and chickens properly supervised -- which appeared to be the major domestic problem facing my administration. The really big deal, though, was in the area of foreign policy. I've mentioned that ours was a small island in a group of forty or fifty. About half of these were inhabited, and the largest of them was Kolo Lo, which lay just across a narrow strait from our island, which I now informed the council was to be known as the Mallory Empire. (They practiced the unfamiliar words a few times, trying hard to ingratiate themselves with their new ruler). Kolo Lo was the local superpower. With a population probably ten to twenty times (everybody here was fairly vague on numbers) that of Mallory, or any of the other islands in the group. Unfortunately, they didn't see fit to use their power for the common good, and Mallory, being the closest neighbor, took the brunt of their power. The government of Kolo Lo, whenever they were running low on supplies, liked to solve the problem by sending a raiding party over to Mallory or some other little island, and restocking with their neighbors' livestock, supplies, and/or women. One reason the arrival of The Great One had been so eagerly anticipated was the expectation that he would deal with the problem expeditiously. I didn't know how I would deal with it, so I merely listened gravely to my council, and nodded wisely from time to time. When they were finished, I just said, "The Great One will care for his people and bring justice to the islands." If any of my advisors thought this statement was a bit thin on specifics, they were wise enough to keep their opinions to themselves. While I was thus occupied with affairs of state, my wives were discussing their afternoon's adventures with the other women of the village. The major topic seemed to be size, judging by the way the women were holding their hands apart. Though my cock was indeed very large, I noticed that my wives, Kanala especially, were reacting like typical fishermen, exaggerating by at least 20%. The other women seemed to be suitably impressed, however, and I saw several studying my crotch with great interest. The drummers seemed to have completed tuning their instruments, and with the advisory council meeting having adjourned, it was time for the party to begin. Some of the men were cutting up the pigs that had been roasting for the past several hours, and women were passing wooden platters and bowls made from hollowed-out coconut shells, filled with pig parts and various fruits and vegetables. Lokni had the honor of serving me, and with great ceremony placed before me a coconut shell jammed with the choicest delicacies -- the pig's brains and eyes. With great restraint I managed not to recoil in horror, and quickly called on Reward to help me out. He assured me that when I bit into the mess in front of me, it would taste like a cheeseburger and fries, or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, whichever I preferred I had a twinge of remorse that I wasn't fully experiencing the local culture, but decided that this was a part of it I would give a miss to, at least for now. I grabbed a handful of brains and stuffed them in my mouth. Delicious -- one of the best cheeseburgers I've ever had. I nodded my approval to Lokni and urged her to convey my compliments to the chef. Everyone looked very relieved that they had pleased The Great One. The meal went on, with all having a great time, even those who were not so fortunate as to get the brains and eyes and had to settle for more prosaic porcine portions. My various wives continued to bring me platters and bowls of various types of food. The fruits were very good, especially the jackfruit and the local variety of banana. But soon all were sated with food, and it was time for the entertainment. The drums started up again, and a group of women stepped out into the circle and began moving in time to the music, swaying their hips softly and making their palm frond skirts swing, giving their audience occasional teasing peeks. As the rhythm of the drums increased, the swaying of the hips also increased, as did the swinging of the palm fronds and the frequency and interest level of the peeks. The drums and the hips continued to increase their pace, and soon bushes and asses were fully visible everywhere. The pace sped up still more until I felt that somebody was certain to dislocate a hip. Finally, when it seemed humanly impossible to go any faster, the drums and hips stopped abruptly. The audience pounded coconut shells on the ground and chanted to signify their approval. During the performance, I had noticed, a number of men had pulled their wives closer to them, and the wives' hands had worked their way under their husbands' skirts. I quietly thanked Reward for having selected a sexually-uninhibited society. He acknowledged my thanks, and told me that things would loosen up considerably as the night wore on -- and that the degree of loosening might be affected considerably by the behavior of their leader. I took the hint, and decided to set a good example for my people. The next dance was a pairs performance. Four couples, spaced around the circle, swayed together to the beat of the drums. The theme of the dance seemed to be a chase, as the women would make a shuffling move away from their partners, and pause when they got a few feet away. Then the men would shuffle after them. When the men caught their women, they would sway together for a while, the men behind the women, with a bit of crotch-to-butt contact. Then the women would move away again, beginning another cycle. Even when the movements were slow, the dance was quite erotic. As the drums increased in speed and volume, the movements became steadily more suggestive, the men pushing more and more openly against the women's butts, and beginning to use their hands as well, both on butts and breasts. I also noticed that a number of couples in the audience were becoming more open in their play, though many were surreptitiously watching me, waiting to see my reaction to the performance. My reaction, I could have told them, was a raging hard-on. But instead of telling them, I decided to lead by example. Dorena being the closest of my wives, I signaled to her that The Great One was in need of her services. She had been waiting for the opportunity to serve, and immediate was beside me, with her hand searching for my cock. Given its size and state, it wasn't hard to find and Dorena was quickly giving me a first-rate hand job in time to the drums. The crowd was palpably relieved by my actions, and the pace of activity in the audience sped up even faster than on-stage. The dancers, however, were certainly doing their part, as they danced faster and faster, with their simulated fucks becoming more and more explicit. The dancers too appeared to feel liberated by The Great One's approval. The Great One now displayed a greater level of approval by indicating to Dorena that a hand job no longer sufficed. I wanted her to suck my cock -- as several other couples around the circle were already doing. Dorena opened my skirt and, kneeling in front of me, lowered her face to my crotch. Her mouth was warm and wet and inviting, and I sighed with pleasure as I entered her. Several women seated near enough to see clearly gasped in surprise and pointed as my cock was revealed. The female dancers now no longer danced away from their partners' embraces. Now they bent over and accepted the simulated strokes from behind, as their partners caressed their asses. Dorena, meanwhile, was doing a great job on my cock, combining a good blowjob and an outstanding handjob to bring me near to completion. Now the couple in front of us quit simulating. Looking directly at me with a big grin on her face and her big tits hanging down, the woman reached behind and pulled her palm fronds apart to fully reveal her ass to her partner. Her hands remained behind her, obviously to hold her cunt open to him. Without hesitation, his skirt was open and his cock in its home. The other couples were quickly doing the same, and the four couples were fucking in time to the beat of the drums, faster and faster, harder and harder. Dorena, too, was sucking and pumping to the drumbeat. As the drums increased to an incredible pace, the dancing couples and those in the audience began coming, one by one, and soon I shot my load into my wife. She took the first shot in her mouth, but quickly pulled away, wanting my sperm on her face. I shot several times, covering her nose and one eye, with large drips down her cheek. Still holding my cock in her hand, she looked around proudly, making sure that everyone saw my sperm covering her face. It didn't take long, though, for Omgee to come over to lick her face clean, as Lokni took my cock from her and began sucking again. There was now an intermission, as dessert was served -- a type of pudding, made from coconut milk and a local tuber. It was quite tasty, and was reputed to serve as an aphrodisiac. I don't know how well it worked, since Reward more than sufficed for me, but several of the men of the village seemed to respond to it. Meanwhile, though, I gave Lokni her dessert in the form of a full dose of my sperm. As she pulled away, Omgee took her place. After the refreshments, the next couple dance numbers were similar to the earlier ones, and had similar results on dancers and audience. During the second, I gave Omgee her load, and she was replaced by Kanala. The next dance, female only, was different in one regard, the dancers being the virgins of the village -- a group of about twelve girls aged roughly fifteen to nineteen. The younger ones in the group were quite attractive, the few older ones a bit less so -- which probably was why they remained unmarried at such advanced ages. There was one exception that I noted though, an older girl, probably about eighteen, who was extremely pretty and had a quite shapely body. She was at the far edge of the circle from me. Just as I was thinking about her, perhaps because she noticed the direction of my gaze, Lokni leaned over and said, "That's my daughter, Parpar." I complimented her on the girl's beauty, but was surprised to see that my words caused tears to well up in her eyes. In a few moments the reason for her reaction became clear to me, as the dancers changed position, bringing Parpar closer to me. The shadows from the fire had hidden part of her face from me before. Now I saw that that side was horribly disfigured by a bright red scar that ran from her temple, across her cheek, and down to her chin. At my questioning look, her mother said that Parpar had been slashed by a knife in a Kolo Lo attack when she was only a small child. "Now," she added, "no one wants her, not even the Kolo Los." The dance had heated up now, though not to the extremes of the earlier performances. At this point, though, one of my advisors, Londo, stood up and raised his hands. The drums and the dancers stopped as Londo, an old man whose wisdom and sardonic sense of humor had impressed me during our earlier session, stepped slowly to the center of the circle facing me. There was a small, expectant murmur through the crowd as he reached the center, and he raised his hands again for silence. As the village quieted, Londo spoke directly to me. "Great One, your people are overjoyed that you have at last arrived to save us from our oppressors, and bring us wealth and happiness." Coconut bowls pounded on the ground. "We have seen your power and your virility, and know that we cannot fail with you to lead us." Louder coconut bowl pounding, cheers, expressions of agreement. "And so, Great One," he went on when the cheers quieted, "your people wish to give you a gift to welcome you." He gestured to the young girls arrayed around him. "Your people offer you your choice of our village's virgins." More cheering. Now he addressed the girls. "Please dance your best for The Great One, and when you are finished, he will choose one of you to be his next wife." I nodded to indicate my wholehearted assent to this proposal, as Londo returned to the audience. The drums now picked up where they had left off, and the girls began dancing again, now with ever-wilder thrusts of their hips, and lewd gestures and looks directed at me. After a few minutes of this, a single girl (selected by I don't know what system) danced over toward me, stopping just a few feet in front of me, just behind Kanala, who remained crouched over my raging cock. As she stopped, the girl, who was perhaps fifteen, cupped her small breasts and looked into my eyes as she held them out as though to offer them to me. The rhythm of the drums was perhaps a bit slower now, but it was hard and insistent. The girl then reached down to the waist of her skirt and released it, dropping the skirt to the ground. Now she danced in a small circle, showing me her shapely little ass, and running her hands suggestively down the back of her slender thighs as her butt wiggled in time to the music. Then she turned to face me again, splaying her knees out to display her virgin pussy for me. Then she danced forward, straddling Kanala's crouched body, and brought her pussy almost up to my nose, holding it open to show her hymen. I came in Kanala's mouth. The dancer, pleased with the effect she'd had, and her time apparently up, danced away, to be replaced by another young cutie. Dorena moved to take her turn on blowjob detail, but I signaled that I wanted to focus my attention on the floor show. The second dancer moved forward, swaying her hips and offering her tits (considerably larger) much as the first had done. She, too, dropped her skirt and opened her pussy for me. She was mostly distinguished, however, by a dazzling smile. She also backed in in front of me and bent over to give me my close-up view of her virgin hole. The girls continued to dance before me, one by one. They were not showing much imagination, each doing pretty much the same actions in the same order. Nonetheless, I was getting a look at some great pussies and asses. The choice was going to be difficult. The village itself may not have been much to look at, but it produced top-notch women. I reflected that I didn't care much for the Kolo Lo tactics, as represented by Parpar's face, but one couldn't fault their taste in using my island to periodically restock their larder with females. The last girl to come forward was Parpar, and I realized with a pang of sorrow that she was last because she had hung back, not wanting to dance for me because she knew she had no chance of being chosen to be The Great One's new wife. Now, however, she came slowly toward me, and I looked over at Lokni, who looked with a mix of pride and sorrow at her disfigured daughter. All the other girls had kept their eyes on me throughout their solo dances, trying to entice me as much with their eyes (and doing quite well at it) as with their delicious bodies. Parpar, whose body was probably the most delicious of all, with her mother's large tits, came forward looking more at her feet than at me. When Parpar stood just a foot or two in front of me, she fondled those lovely tits and held them out to me as the others had, but her eyes told me that, unlike them, she held no hope that I would accept the offer. As she dropped her skirt she displayed shapely but slender hips and a flat belly that tapered into a lovely little triangle, at the tip of which was a sparse black bush not quite hiding a narrow slit. She had large inner lips that peeped out of the slit. As her skirt hit the ground, I signaled her to come closer to me. She looked at me quizzically, but did as ordered. The crowd quieted, wondering what was happening. I gestured that the girl should lean over. She did so, giving me a nice view of her large tits hanging down before my eyes. After just a glance at this lovely sight, though, I looked into her face, just inches from mine -- half of it gorgeous, half hideous. Lokni looked on apprehensively. I put out my hand and caressed the girl's face, moving my hand down the long, ugly scar. As my fingers moved, the scar disappeared. Parpar felt nothing, except embarrassment that someone, especially The Great One, was touching her scar. No one else could see what was happening, since her hair hung down, shrouding her face from everyone but me. As she stood up, however, a gasp went up from those near me, then a cry from her mother. The girl looked around in bewilderment, as more and more people realized what had happened. Those on the other side of the circle shouted questions, wondering what the hubbub was, and quickly the word worked its way around. Parpar, however, was probably the last to know, finally learning when her mother rushed forward to touch her face. Then Parpar did the same, touching the scar that had disfigured her for years and feeling that it was gone. She began crying with joy and fell to her knees in front of me, mumbling incoherent thanks. Her mother embraced me, thanking me with her kisses and her tears. At last I rose and took Parpar's hand, raising her up to stand beside me. "I choose this one," I said. My choice was met with cheers and general happiness, even the disappointed contestants seeming pleased, and congratulating Parpar. Then the drums began again and four men came through the crowd, carrying a platform and setting it up near the center of the circle, not far from the now nearly extinguished bonfire. On it they placed a mat. Parpar took my hand, looking shyly but with obvious adoration into my eyes, and leading me toward the platform. It took me a moment to realize that I was expected to deflower my new wife before the whole village. Kinky. But, considering my recent activities, who was I to talk? The platform was raised only a foot or so, and as we stepped up onto it, some of the crowd drew nearer, to get a better view, but politely sitting, so that those behind could also see. When we were on the platform, Parpar sank to her knees in front of me, loosening my skirt, and dropping it to the ground behind her. There was a ripple of comments from those who had not been sitting near enough to see my monster when my wives had sucked it earlier. I saw Parpar's eyes widen in surprise, and perhaps a bit of fear. Her mother, sitting in the front row, leaned over to encourage her, and the girl gamely bent forward to take it in her mouth. She was surprisingly good for a first-timer. I was to learn that girls in the village practiced for their wedding night by sucking on the same tuber that we had eaten for dessert, which was shaped like a cock -- though nowhere near as big, on average, as the cock Parpar was now struggling to get in her mouth. After a short suck with lots of tongue action, accompanied by vigorous hand massage on the considerable portion of my cock that Parpar's mouth couldn't accommodate, I was fully hard and Parpar started to ease away from it, preparatory to getting her first fuck. I was about to go along when the thought occurred to me that if I were putting on a show, it ought to be a good one. I told Reward to enable her to take my cock in her throat, then put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward me. Slowly I forced my cock down into her throat. She looked up at me in fear, but gamely kept trying, surprising herself as it slowly slid in, the crowd watching in amazement as nearly the entire huge thing disappeared into the girl's virgin mouth. Then I began a slow movement back and forth, gently fucking her face. I looked down at her beautiful brown face with the full lips, stretched to the limit by my big cock. She looked up at me in wonder at what was happening to her and continued to suck hard every time I pushed forward. A few more strokes and I came in her throat. She managed to swallow most of it, but as I withdrew my softening cock, some of my sperm dribbled down her chin. Parpar used a finger to remove the bit of sperm. About to swallow it, she chose instead to share her first sperm with her mother, reaching out to Lokni, who licked her daughter's finger clean. Now the girl lay on her back and spread her legs open to receive her husband. I leaned over her and applied my tongue to her pussy, licking the delicious lips that poked out from her pussy and drawing a shiver of appreciation from her, then opening the lips with my thumbs and spearing her fuckhole. Again she shivered, and more followed as I thrust my tongue in and out, again and again, having Reward lengthen it so it would reach all the way in and brush against her hymen. The virgin groaned with lust, thrusting her hips up at me, then mewling with pleasure as a finger entered her asshole. Soon the finger and the elongated tongue were working in tandem -- tongue in finger out, tongue out finger in. The girl tossed her head from side to side and bucked wildly, seeking pleasure for both her holes. I knew she was about to lose it, and I wanted her to lose it big time. I wondered for a second if it was better to tongue-fuck her vagina or lick her clit to send her over the top. Then Reward suggested that I needn't choose -- he'd simply give me a second tongue. At that instant, another tongue joined the action, licking Parpar's clit as my other tongue fucked her, and my finger reamed her ass. Her groans, which had been growing in frequency and intensity and pitch now melded into one, and rose into a howl as she came. Her orgasm went on and on as I continued the multiple stimulations. At last she began to come down, sobbing with emotion. I looked around and saw that a good portion of the crowd was emulating our actions one way or another. Parpar's mother and my other wives masturbating, and many of the men in the crowd getting blowjobs. I didn't want to give up the momentum I had going, so I leaned over Parpar, grabbing her nice firm tits to squeeze them and pinch the nipples. I fondled them and caressed them as she began to revive, then I placed one in my mouth and sucked on the hard, erect nipple. Parpar responded with enthusiasm to the sucking and then took my face in her hands, smiling at me and softly whispering, "I'm ready for you, husband." I was certainly ready. As I let loose her tits and positioned myself between her widespread thighs, Lokni leaned toward us. "She's a virgin, Great One, so please be gentle with her. But not too gentle -- a woman's first fuck should be strong." This sounded like good advice, and I was certainly in the mood for a good strong fuck. Parpar, however, was also my first virgin since my acquisition of SuperCock. I reminded Reward to keep the pain level reasonable. Parpar leaned her head forward, expectant but apprehensive, as my cock neared the entrance to her cunt. She spread her legs still wider. As the head of my cock touched the outer lips she twitched, then sighed with pleasure as it rubbed against her clit and made its way to her fuckhole. I actually momentarily doubted Reward's power as I reached the entrance to her hole. Could I really get this huge thing in there? I pushed it forward just a fraction of an inch and she gasped and winced. Then another fraction and another. With each push forward she sucked in her breath, then adjusted to it, smiled at me, and urged me forward. It was probably a full minute before the head was completely in her hole. I could feel the tightness of her tissue around me. The crowd was totally silent, many of the women probably feeling sympathy pains. Now that the head was in though, it was a bit easier to push forward, and I was able to relatively quickly push in to her hymen. She winced again as I reached that little wall of tissue. As she did I leaned down to kiss her, and she whispered in my ear, "Just a few more seconds and I will truly be your wife." I was just ready to push forward into her, when she surprised me by putting her legs around my back, looking into my eyes with determination, and shoving her hips forward violently, shattering her own hymen. She cried out with the pain, and we lay locked together motionless for what seemed a long time as the waves of pain swept through her. But soon enough she pulled my face down to kiss her again, and pushed her hips again against me, trying to get more of my cock. I pushed slowly back, and soon I was all the way in, with the head of my cock in her womb. We rested for a second, and the crowd, which had been holding its breath, waiting to see if a young virgin could take in such a massive cock, now applauded the girl with a clatter of coconut shells. Lokni spoke to her daughter, telling her how proud she was. Parpar blushed with pride and said to me, "Finally, I'm a woman, and with the greatest of all men for a husband." Naturally, I felt that was a lovely little speech, and I rewarded it with a kiss and the first slow movement outward. I came back with a slow stroke, then a harder one, and then steadily harder. Parpar met me thrust for thrust and begged me to fuck her harder. Lokni called out, urging me on, "Fuck her hard, Great One, fuck her harder." The crowd took up the yell, "Harder! Harder!" they screamed. I gave them what they wanted, pulling my new wife to me and slamming my cock into her virgin cunt with the power and speed of a piston. She came, screaming into the night, but I didn't slow. Again and again I pounded her, as she and her mother and the crowd cried for more. Again she came with a howl of lust, and still I slammed into her cunt, and still they called for more. At last though I could do no more, as her third orgasm ripped through her, and I spewed into her womb its first load of sperm. I collapsed on top of her, and both of us lay still for a long time, ignoring the wild cheering of the crowd. Finally I raised myself up and pulled my bloody cock from her cunt. At once, she sprang forward to lick the mix of blood, cunt juice, and sperm from her husband's cock. Again, the crowd cheered her. We kissed and thanked each other, then walked slowly to the royal palace to spend the rest of our wedding night as the crowd slowly wandered off to their own huts. It had been a heck of a party. ------- Chapter 16: War And Piece I called my advisory council into session to find out who the boss was on Kolo Lo, and they told me his name was Shar-El. I drafted an extremely insulting letter to him, accusing him and his people of all sorts of perfidy, from pederasty to jaywalking, and telling them that they would henceforth be required to pay a monthly tribute of ten pigs, twenty chickens, and one virgin to the Mallory Empire, or face immediate and total destruction. They had one day to capitulate. My advisors expressed strong doubts about the wisdom of sending this message - pointing out that it was likely to provoke Shar-El into attacking us, killing all the men, making slaves of the children, and raping all the women, pigs, and chickens. I told them that I expected just that reaction, and that if we didn't get it, we'd have to think up some new insults. A bark was sent out with the letter late in the afternoon, and early the next morning we could see dozens of barks heading our way from Kolo Lo. All the able-bodied men of the village, not quite a hundred total, grabbed their spears and joined me on the rise overlooking the beach, although most of them clearly would have preferred being almost anywhere else. As the Kolo Lo barks drew near, we could see that they were crowded to overflowing with men. Shar-El had pulled out all the stops and was sending his entire force to teach us a lesson - which is what I had hoped (it was probably telling him he was crookeder than a pig's dick that did it, or perhaps I had struck a nerve by mentioning that he was so inept he could trip over a cordless phone). There were probably about 1,500 men in the landing party. Londo, after conferring quietly (and with a few worried glances in my direction) with some of the other council members, sidled up to me and asked diffidently if The Great One had any orders for his troops. I replied that I didn't - that I had invited them there merely to watch. As the Kolo Lo army landed, we stood on the rise watching them. They stayed on the beach, watching us watching them, until all their troops were ashore. Then, as they began to assemble to sweep aside our puny force on their way to a pleasant day of rape and pillage, I walked slowly down the rise to the beach. When I got within earshot, I shouted out, "Hi, there" (or something equivalent), "I'm The Great One, and I'd like to see Shar-El before I kill him." There was derisive laughter, but no spears were loosed at me. A huge man (size seemed to be a prerequisite for leadership in these parts) stepped out from the group and said that he was looking forward to raping all my wives and daughters before dinner and all my sons after dinner. I told him that he shouldn't be putting ideas in my head. We exchanged a few more pleasantries before I tired of the exchange. What I had wanted was for them all to land so that we could have their boats - although actually there were far more than we needed. Now I made them all disappear. I had thought that it might be much more dramatic to arm my people with AK-47s and blow the Kolo Los to bits as they landed, but I've never really been much into guns, and it seemed the sort of thing that would coarsen our society. Making them disappear was so much neater and cleaner. Most of my people had seen the same trick when I'd done it to Rohen, but they were impressed again - if only by the scale. There was a moment of silence, then a great cheer as my brave army charged down the rise onto the beach. Most of them looked around, as though they could see where the Kolo Los had gone by examining the scene from different angles. My advisors had told me that Kolo Lo was a much nicer, larger, more fertile island (no doubt the reason it had so many more people), so my intention was to take it over as the new headquarters of the Mallory Empire. Which was why I wanted the Kolo Lo boats. I told the men to gather together the women and children, and that we would take the boats back to Kolo Lo to take possession. By early afternoon we were ashore on Kolo Lo, and a few boats were sent back to bring the remaining men and the livestock and other valuables. I then called my council together to let them know what we would be doing. They already understood that we were taking over Kolo Lo. I now informed them that there was to be no rape and pillage. I heard some grumbles, but then I pointed out that we'd be pillaging ourselves, since we were taking the place over. The grumbles died off, though they didn't disappear. But when I said that the remaining Kolo Los were to become equal members of the Mallory Empire, and that the women (there being pretty much no men left) were to be allocated out among our men as wives -- that was when the shit hit the fan. My council was outraged. I might be The Great One, was the tenor of the remarks, but there was no way in hell they were going to treat the Kolo Los as equals. There was a war within me -- between The Great One and Tom Mallory. As The Great One, my reaction was to shut down the discussion, tell them I was the boss, and go ahead with things. As Tom Mallory, enlightened modern executive, my reaction was to hear out my subordinates. Tom won, and I listened. I could understand their viewpoint, of course -- they had taken a lot of grief over the years from Kolo Lo, they had waited patiently for The Great One to arrive and deliver them, and now they wanted revenge. Rape and pillage they could forego, but the Kolo Los were going to be their slaves, not their equals. Besides, as Londo pointed out in his cool manner, if I thought this group was upset, I should think about the women's reactions when they found out that the Kolo Lo women were to be their equals as wives. Good point, Londo. As I listened, I began to come over to their view. Not because they were so upset about it -- I could, after all, simply adjust their attitudes -- but because I had come to this time and place to experience it. What good was it to come to an island five centuries in the past, and impose a late twentieth century value system? I might as well stay in Phoenix. So I raised my hands for silence, and said, "The Great One hears his people. The Kolo Los shall exist to serve you." Great rejoicing among the council. Then we began the walk up the obligatory small rise to the main village (there were a few others) of Kolo Lo. As we reached the edge of the village there was consternation. No one, of course, had entertained the possibility that we would be able to resist with any seriousness their attack, much less that we would defeat and destroy their army. There were also scenes of joy, as women who had been taken captive by the Kolo Los were reunited with their families. As we entered the village, I had Reward stifle any thoughts of resistance, and had them accept that they had been defeated and now must endure the indignities of occupation. In the center of the village, I stopped and spoke for the first time to the assembled crowd. "I am The Great One," I announced, "and now you are my people, and I will care for you as I have taken care of these people," gesturing to my followers. "But you must obey me, or you will cease to exist, as your army disappeared." "Because Kolo Lo has caused great pain and suffering to my people, you must pay the price of the wrongs you have done. We will allow you to live" (sigh of relief), "but only so long as you loyally serve your new masters." The women and children of Kolo Lo looked shell-shocked, but these conditions were no worse than they had expected when they saw us entering their village. Londo and the rest of the council took over the administrative work, while my wives moved our belongings into the late Shar-El's palace -- pretty similar to Rohen's, but about quadruple the size. We settled into our domestic routine, which meant that the mats were put on the floor (although Shar-El's were nicer), the cooking pot was put on the back porch, and I fucked my wives -- starting this time with Parpar. I was in the middle of butt-fucking Dorena when a shuffling of feet on the front porch indicated that my advisors wanted to speak with me. I told Kanala to tell them I was busy, but I'd be with them shortly. I grabbed Dorena's hips and slammed her hard a few times, eliciting yells that clearly told the delegation what I was busy with. A couple more good strokes and I felt my sperm coming. I flipped Dorena over, stuck my cock in her mouth, and gave her a high-protein lunch. Then I met with the council. They had been debating two points. One was how to establish our control over the rest of Kolo Lo (which I reminded them should now be called the Mallory Empire), and how to divide up the spoils of victory -- mainly the women, children, livestock, and huts. There were apparently a few men left on the island of fighting age, although almost any male over the age of about twelve had sailed with Shar-El's ill-fated attacking party. I almost told them to forget it, that I'd just make them all disappear, but then I decided to let them handle it -- even if it meant a little bloodshed, it was better to let my army have some role in the victory. On the subject of the division of the spoils, there was initially much shuffling of feet and many throats being cleared, before the council more or less came to the point. The tradition, it seemed, was that all spoils went to the chief (me) -- but there really hadn't been much to divide up in the past. Londo intimated that nobody felt they had the right to complain, of course, if The Great One decided to keep everything, but they did sort of hope that I might give each of them a few small momentos of the victory -- a couple chickens each, perhaps a slave or two. Of course, he hastened to add, all Shar-El's wives, children, and possessions were mine -- no question about that. Hasty agreement, much nodding of heads. I let them stew for a moment as I pretended to think about it, but what was I going to do with a thousand or so slaves, to say nothing of many thousand pigs and chickens? So I spoke to my council: "The Great One has heard his people, and will see to their needs. The women and goods of Shar-El shall be mine. All other women in this village, and the other villages as we take them, shall be divided equally among all the men, each of us choosing in turn according to our rank. The children will go with their mothers. The livestock and huts will be divided the same way." This sounded more than fair to my listeners, who cheered the wisdom and generosity of The Great One, who modestly acknowledged their cheers and thanks with a gracious wave of his hand. The women of the captured village were assembled in the village center, with Shar-El's separated out. He hadn't done badly for himself, I saw -- eight wives, none of them dogs, and about twelve children, ranging in age from four to maybe sixteen. Only one was a boy, a ten-year-old -- the older boys having accompanied their father to disappearance. There were about three hundred women in the group. There being less than a hundred of us, each would get three choices. Londo suggested that we sit in a circle and have the women parade past us, so we could each make up our minds whom we wanted. It sounded like a good idea, so we sat down according to rank (every man in the village knew his position), with Londo to my right and the members of the council successively to his right, until the circle was completed with a sixteen-year-old boy to my left. The women of the island formerly known as Kolo Lo now stood, at a signal from Londo, and began to walk toward me. When the first got within a couple feet of me, she turned and began to walk the circle. They had to do it in shifts, since there were more of them than of us, but a hundred or so made the circuit at a time. There were, of course, all types - young/old, fat/skinny, short/tall, pretty/ugly, and everything in between, and all combinations. There were fat legs and skinny legs, big butts and no butts, big and small tits, shapely and saggy tits. And when all of them had passed in review, I was so confused about what I had seen that I couldn't remember which ones I had liked. Londo apparently felt the same way, since he quickly ordered them to do it again. This time I picked out a few and looked them over, finally settling on a thin girl of about seventeen with tiny but shapely breasts, a delicious little butt, and black almond eyes to die for. When I beckoned to her, she came over and sat at my feet, her head bowed. I looked at Londo. He looked back. "Your next choice?' he said. Ah, now I understood - he expected me to take my three choices first. No, I told him. We would each choose one, then do it again. This met with great approval, especially from the kid to my left, who realized that he wasn't going to end up with the three last picks. Londo picked a young girl with extraordinarily large tits. The next selection was a shapely woman in her early twenties, and the selection process continued around the circle. At last the boy to my left picked - he took a long time, the obvious winners having been taken early, but finally settled on a girl about his own age, rather homely (in my opinion) but nicely built. I had been studying the remaining group - there were still a few nice looking women left, I felt, and I chose a woman in her early thirties. She was pleasant looking with just an okay body, but she seemed to have kind eyes. Again the choices went around the circle, and this time I selected a rather fat middle-aged woman who I hoped would be a good cook (on the theory that people who like to eat like to cook). When the third round had been completed, there were still a few women left, and I ruled that they could be given to the men who had selected last, as compensation for their poorer choices. The men then began selecting houses, the council members all selecting larger huts near mine. Since I already had the palace, I didn't participate. Then the livestock was allocated -- pigs and chickens, water buffalo and cows. I really wasn't interested, and I wouldn't know a good chicken if it had "good chicken" written all over it, so I gave livestock-selection duties to Lokni, who seemed to think she knew what she was doing. My interest was in getting my household organized and in sticking my cock in something -- the parade had gotten me horny. I had some serious organizational questions to deal with, since I now had a household of almost thirty people -- my five wives and twenty-three slaves (Shar-El's eight widows, his twelve kids, and my three draft picks). First things first, though. I led my new slaves into the hut (which I saw was going to be crowded, big as it was), then took my first choice over to the biggest mat and told her to take off her skirt. As she did so I grabbed her small breast and massaged it, tweaking the puffy nipple. She dropped the skirt to the floor, then looked at me with her big, almond eyes. There was a look of sadness and resignation in them. I told her to lie down and she did so. Then I pulled her legs apart, exposing her small, virgin pussy, lightly covered by sparse hair. I told her to open it for me, and she slowly, reluctantly extended her hands and spread the lips apart, showing me the pinkness within. I pushed her legs farther apart and lowered my head to her pussy, enjoying her musky fragrance. I darted my tongue into her pussy, feeling her recoil at first, then settle down as I tasted her. I licked her a few times, just for form's sake. She was starting to respond a little, but definitely wasn't ready yet. I was, however, and that's all that mattered. I told Reward to lube her and hold down the pain while I climbed on top. I told her to put my cock in. She had mostly kept her eyes closed or averted up until now, but as she reached for my monster, she quickly pulled her hand away, then looked at me wide-eyed with terror. As you may recall from previous chapters, I'm pretty patient with virgins, but today was different -- perhaps it was because she was a clone, perhaps it was because she was a slave -- but I didn't care about her fear or anything else. She was mine and I wanted to have her. Now. I told her to put it in. She took hold of my huge cock with a diffident touch and brought it slowly to her small hole. When she had placed it there she looked at me and said softly, "Please, sir..." "I won't hurt you any more than necessary," I said. "Now open your legs wider." As she did so, I pushed in, getting to her hymen in one stroke. She groaned with the pain, as her pussy was stretched open for the first time. I paused at the door for just a second as I gathered her body to me and kissed her sweet little face. Then I pushed my hips forward and smashed through her hymen. She cried out loudly in pain as I ripped into her. I went on, all the way through to her cervix, where at last I rested with my cock all the way in. She was still shivering with the last of her pain, as I raised myself up to look down at our junction, my huge cock spreading open her tiny pussy. Then I slowly pulled out, seeing that there were streaks of blood on my cock. As her pain subsided, I lowered myself to my elbows and kissed her, entering her again. She grunted with some leftover pain as I pushed into her tight little fuckhole, then grunted again as I pulled out and came into her hard. I wasn't wasting any time with this fuck. The parade and the thought of selecting women to serve me had made me hot, and all I wanted was to get my rocks off in this little virgin. I slammed into her again and again, as my wives began to urge me on. "That's it, Great One," cried Dorena. "Fuck her hard. Make her know she's your slave." I pushed her legs farther apart and raised myself up to slam straight down on her, coming down into her cunt like a pile driver, splitting her in two as she grunted with the pounding. At last I was ready to come, and I lowered myself to pound into her with a rapid series of short strokes, putting my hands under her ass and pulling her toward me as I stroked into her harder and faster, finally collapsing on her as I spewed my sperm into her virgin cunt. My wives cheered me, as I pulled out of her, my cock bloody with her virginity. As soon as I was off her, she turned on her side, hiding her face. I knew what she was feeling, even without Reward telling me -- though I had told Reward to keep her physical pain down, she was feeling the humiliation of being used as a slave. I understood. But, I realized with a start, I didn't care. I had enjoyed it. I decided not to make her clean her blood off my cock, however. I grabbed one of Shar-El's daughters and told her to do it. The girl resisted at first, but when poked sharply by Kanala she opened her mouth and took in my cock. She licked and sucked reasonably well, and soon had me ready again. I gestured for Shar-El's senior wife to get on the mat. She gave me a dirty look, but did as she was told. I pulled her legs open, then told her to play with herself while the girl continued sucking me. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice that tried to be defiant. "I mean stick your finger up your cunt and fuck yourself," I replied. She looked around at the women (and one boy) watching her, then at me. Then she closed her eyes and did as she was told. She was a reasonably attractive woman, late thirties, a bit overweight. I probably would never fuck her again, having so many alternatives, but now I wanted to use her to fully establish my authority here. I figured that if I controlled the senior wife I would control them all. I stood over her with the girl kneeling in front of me sucking. The woman put a finger in her pussy and moved it desultorily in and out. "Faster," I said. "Two fingers." She reluctantly did as she was told. Then I realized that it would break her quicker to be seen as excited than being forced resistingly. So I told Reward to heighten all her nerve endings so that every touch was like a vibrator. "In fact," I told Reward, "turn her fingers into vibrators." At once we could see her intake of breath as the unfamiliar vibrations hit her fuckhole. I told the number two wife to suck her clit. Again, momentary resistance followed by reluctant compliance. Then I had Reward turn her into a lesbian and suddenly she was sucking and licking with a passion. The other wives and children watched in shock as these two frigged and sucked themselves into a frenzy. Number two threw off her skirt so she could get a finger into her own cunt as she licked the other's clit. The senior wife was bucking her hips as she sawed her fingers in and out of her cunt, finally just pushing them further up where the vibrator could do the most good. As an older woman who had had apparently more than one child, she had, I saw, a fairly loose cunt. So now I told her to put all her fingers in. "I want your whole hand in there," I told her. She barely hesitated, to the shock of the onlookers. But she was so far gone now that all resistance was ended. Slowly she added the third and fourth finger, then the thumb, then, gradually, her whole hand disappeared into the gaping hole. Her hand was a huge high-powered vibrator now, and she howled in lust as she came. I let her come down just a little, then told her to start fucking herself again. "You," I said to the number two wife, "I want you to put your hand up her ass." At first a look of disbelief crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by one of lust. She turned with enthusiasm to her task. Meanwhile I was ready to come and grabbed the young girl's head on both sides and began pulling it back and forth in time to my own strokes into her mouth and down her throat. The girl gagged as I pulled her nose tight against my crotch and deposited my sperm deep in her throat. The senior wife now had her fist and some of her forearm well up her cunt, and another fist deep in her ass. She was gasping with pleasure as these two vibrator/hands worked inside her. She was nearly to her next orgasm as I pulled the number two wife away from her, raised her legs up to her chest and stuck my big cock up her still-gaping asshole. She cried out in ecstasy, but also in the frustration of knowing how badly she needed to be fucked by someone she didn't want fucking her. She was too far gone to worry about pride now, though. All she could think about was cock. She thrust her ass up at me to receive and return my strokes, telling me to go faster. Then I stopped. "Am I your master?" I asked. She hesitated just a second, not able to bring herself to say the words. I turned my cock, buried deep in her ass, into a vibrator, and she cried out. Then I turned it off. "Yes," she said with a gasp. "Yes. Please fuck me." I remained still. "Say it," I said. "Yes," she replied, bucking her hips at me. When I didn't move she said softly, eyes closed, almost crying, "Yes, you're my master." "Look at me," I said, "say it out loud." "Yes," she said, then louder, looking me straight in the eyes, "you're my master." I turned on the vibrator and said to her, "Kiss your master." She moaned and wiggled her ass to get my cock deeper in her, pulling my head down to her face. "Oh, master, please fuck me," she said. I stroked into her hard then, and she grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her, lifting her ass to meet each thrust. A few more strokes and I was done with her, slamming hard into her, making her come loudly as I poured my sperm deep into her bowels. I laid on her a few moments, then got off and put my cock in her mouth to be cleaned. She docilely allowed me to guide her mouth onto the brown-flecked giant cock, and took it deep into her. I looked around the room, pleased to see that the rest of them would need little conditioning by Reward. They were thoroughly cowed by what they had seen and would submit docilely to any commands. There were still too many for me to handle by myself (as a good manager, I am always aware of "span of control" problems), so I told my wives they could each have several slaves of their own (though I would retain drilling rights, of course). I took my first two draft picks, Shar-El's two oldest daughters, and his youngest wife. The other draft pick was assigned to be the cook, with one of the younger girls as her assistant. The boy I told the wives to share, as their cunt-sucker. That left fifteen slaves, so I let them each pick three. They were just getting started when Reward informed me that someone was buzzing my office to call me to a meeting. I told him to hold things in the Mallory Empire in abeyance, while I went and took care of business. "I shall return," I told them. ------- Chapter 17: Hard at Work Michelle wanted to have a meeting to discuss the re-org of the agency, now that Mark was gone and she was in charge. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but I had been having a good time in my little empire, and I resented the interruption. Actually, I'm lying. I'd mind under any circumstances, because I hate meetings. As I sat through this one, I spent my time plotting to get out of all meetings, forever. I wasn't quite ready to quit my job - yet - but I figured if I did my job so well that nobody could possibly question me, then blowing off meetings couldn't become an issue. As Exec VP - Business Development, my principal responsibility was bringing in new accounts, and over the next several months our agency became the hottest thing in town. Every good piece of business came to us. The best talent in the valley quit their jobs at other agencies and came knocking on our door. Phoenix isn't one of the big advertising centers in the country, and we didn't get (or seek) any significant national accounts, but we had everything worth having locally, and some of the better regional business. The money was coming in in a flood - not that I much cared. So I was a hero in the agency, and nobody dared question my failure to show up at meetings, or the fact that my door was often closed, or that I took long lunches, or that I came in late and left early, or that my assistant, Sharon Prince, disappeared with me for long periods of time. Yes, I had picked things up with Sharon, as you no doubt expected. If you remember, the day she was hired, I had had Reward plant in her brain the idea that her new boss was just about the sexiest man she had ever met, and also that, besides being fun, it might be a good career move to have an affair with me. Over the next couple weeks, I enjoyed watching her make plainer and plainer advances toward me. Our work, of course, required that we spend a lot of time together, particularly as I was training her in her new duties. Sharon made the most of these occasions - finding reason, for example, to lean over my desk to point out a paragraph in a report, giving me a chance to peer down her blouse, or bringing her chair just a little closer than necessary, so that our legs would press together as we studied storyboards. And of course she used the most potent of female weapons, flattery, telling me with words and looks that she considered every one of my ideas brilliant, asking my advice on reports, and hanging on every word as though I were the Oracle of Delphi. It was turning me on tremendously, of course, and it was hard not to just hop on her. But watching the progress of the seduction was much more fun, and I came into the office every day wondering what she was going to do next. It was also possible to resist because she was not by any means my only source of sexual release. I wandered back to the Mallory Empire occasionally, made a few other trips to other times and places (about which I'll tell you on another occasion), and found time for regular sessions with Beth Ralston. My wife, alas, was showing less and less interest in sex, and I found less and less need to press her on the point. It was Fourth of July weekend when things came to a head, so to speak, with Sharon. The fourth was a Saturday, so the agency would be closed on Friday. Thursday, Sharon and I had a new business presentation in Denver. It would be one of our biggest accounts when we got it (I don't say "if" because with Reward we had it bagged), so Sharon was rather nervous. It was her first big presentation and she was suffering the usual stage-fright. The presentation was in the afternoon, and we had to take a couple of the main people to dinner afterwards, so the plan was to spend the night and get the early-morning flight back to Phoenix. Before the presentation I had to almost literally hold Sharon's hand and reassure her that she'd do fine. She looked like she wanted to throw up - a feeling I well remembered from my first few times in her shoes. She was so nervous, in fact, that she even forgot to play up to me. But the presentation went well, with only a little help from Reward. He made sure that we had none of the glitches normally associated with these things - the laptops worked, they plugged into the projectors without a problem, all the handouts arrived unscathed. Sharon was good - her voice quavered occasionally, and she stumbled over a few things, but she was much better than most rookies. Afterwards, she was bubbling over with enthusiasm, and with praise for her mentor. "Tom," she gushed as we headed back to the hotel to change for dinner, "I don't know how to thank you. I knew nothing when I came to work for you, but you've helped me so much that I feel like I'm going to do really well, I mean," she stumbled, "I hope you're pleased..." "You did a great job, Sharon," I said as we got out of the elevator. "Let's see what they have to say at dinner." At dinner they told us they were going to recommend switching their account to us. We all drank several toasts to a long and mutually prosperous relationship. Sharon and I headed back to the hotel floating on a cloud of exhilaration, helped along by just enough alcohol to lower inhibitions to the breaking point. As we stood in the lobby, Sharon said, "I don't want this to end. I'm so excited - let's have one more drink." We looked into the bar, which was noisy and overcrowded. Sharon shook her head. "I want to talk - why don't we use the minibar in my room?" She hesitated, realizing what she had said, and added hastily, "I mean, if you think that would be okay?" I agreed that it would be okay, pointed out that I was sick of wearing a suit, and suggested that we meet in ten minutes in her room. I didn't think Sharon had planned this, but I knew that she now planned to seduce me tonight. I intended to be there for the taking. When I got to her room she, like me, had changed into jeans, hers topped by a designer t-shirt. Her room had none of the usual litter of a hotel room, and I concluded that she was either abnormally neat, or she had straightened the place up. I had brought a bucket of ice as I had promised, and she had opened the minibar and brought out an assortment of small bottles and mixers. The room had a small balcony, and when we had our drinks we sat out there. Sharon stirred her drink with her finger and said, "Tom, I thanked you earlier, but I just want to say it again. I don't want to gush or anything, but I really feel like I've been very lucky to have a boss like you - you know the business so well and you're so willing to share what you know... Well, anyway, I really appreciate it." I knew that this was the moment, and I needed to give her an opening, so after I thanked her, I added, "It's been a pleasure helping you learn - you're the sort of person I feel very comfortable with." "I feel comfortable with you, too." She shifted in her seat to look me in the eye. "In fact, to be perfectly honest, sometimes I think that I'm entirely too comfortable with you." I started to reply, then realized that I didn't have anything to say. I put down my drink, stood up, took the two steps to her chair, reached down, and helped her up. Then I held her tightly and kissed her. The kiss lasted a long time. At first it was lips only, but soon our tongues were busy, and then our hands joined the action. When at last the kiss was broken, it was Sharon who did it. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the bed. There she kissed me again, and reached down to undo my zipper. "I've been waiting for this opportunity, Tom," she smiled sweetly. "And I'm going to make the most of it." She was down on her knees then, opening my jeans and pulling down my jockey shorts to reveal my cock. I had decided on a cock about halfway between my Mallory Empire monster and the one with which nature had blessed me - a good bit larger than ordinary, in other words, but not something that could be used to knock down buildings. It was enough to impress Sharon. "Oooh, it's a big one," she cooed, then smiled at me and put it in her mouth. Sharon's blowjobs were pretty good, as I recalled from her clone's work on me a few weeks previous. But in a way this was more fun. I had had to alter Sharon's clone a good bit to create that situation - this was more nearly the real Sharon. In any case, I was enjoying it, and would have come fairly soon if I had let it go on. But I've always felt it's poor form to come in a girl's mouth on the first date, or at least at the start of the first date, so I lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply again, then laid her on the bed, and continued the kiss with increased groping. I had Reward increase her sensitivity as my hands began to stroke her breasts through her t-shirt. She sighed as I cupped them and ran my thumb over the nipple, then grabbed my head and pulled me down for another kiss. My hand wandered under the t-shirt and stroked her soft belly, working its way slowly up to the breasts. My hand seemed to have an electric effect on her, as even the stroking of her belly elicited an intake of breath. "Oh that's good," she said, as my hand at last reached her left breast. "My breasts are so sensitive, please play with them," she added, pushing me aside for a moment as she quickly pulled off the t-shirt and removed her bra in what appeared almost one motion. I've described Sharon's breasts previously, but at the risk of repeating myself, I'll mention that they're very nice - not particularly large, but well-formed. Some sag of course, as is to be expected in a mother of two, but still holding their shape, and definitely still responsive. So playing with her breasts was not something for which I needed repeated requests. I licked and then sucked in the right nipple as I took the left between thumb and index finger and pulled it out as far as it would go without hurting. Then I cupped the right breast - it was just a shade bigger than my hand - while I sucked harder on the left, getting as much as I could in my mouth, sucking hard, and then poking the nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her breasts were sensitive, as she had said, and Reward had heightened the sensitivity, so that she gasped and panted, then pulled my head down hard on her chest. For a second my nose was squashed and I had to let go of her breast to breathe. She whimpered in disappointment, but sighed as I took her tit in my mouth again. Now my hand released her other breast and caressed her belly as it wandered southward to her pussy. It paused briefly at her navel, whirling around it, then entering for a quick tickle, before continuing down to the waist of her jeans. There I played for a few seconds, poking the tips of my fingers under the waist and stroking the soft flesh of her lower belly, before unsnapping the jeans and lowering the zipper. Now my hand stroked the satiny nylon of her panties, reaching down to feel the wetness of her crotch. Impatient to have her cunt attended to, Sharon lifted her ass off the bed and pushed the jeans and panties to her knees. I abandoned her breast long enough to take them the rest of the way off, quickly removed the remainder of my own clothes, and then returned to work. With both of us now unencumbered by clothes, my hand stroked the inside of Sharon's muscular thighs, before dropping down to the vee of her crotch. As it did, Sharon lifted her crotch to meet the hand, widening the spread of her legs as she did so. As I touched her sparse (Reward-cleared) bush, she sighed in satisfaction. "Yes, that's good," she whispered. "Touch me there." As I continued to suck her tit, I rubbed the outside of her cunt for a while before inserting a finger near her vagina. An intake of breath told me that she liked it. Another intake of breath accompanied the finger's entry into the vagina and the beginnings of a slow finger-fuck. With her heightened sensitivity, the finger-fuck had her hips moving after just a few strokes, and soon she was moaning and thrusting her hips harder as I added another finger and fucked her faster and harder. I probably could have put her over the top just by touching her clit, but I wanted her to climax with my cock in her. With a quick movement, I positioned myself between Sharon's thighs and lowered my cock down into her wide-open cunt. She shivered slightly as the head of my cock pushed into the hole, then reached out to pull me down for a kiss. "That's it," she said softly, "fill me up." Slowly I did as she asked, sliding my cock deep into her. She was so close that it took only a few strokes to bring her to climax - as she bucked wildly and groaned, I paused and let the waves pass over her. When she came down, I kissed her deeply, asking, "Do you want more?" A foolish question, I knew, and she grinned lewdly at me and answered, "You know damn well I do," as I began again to fuck her, very slowly at first. It took only a short time for Sharon to again reach the crest, as I fucked her with long, slow, deep strokes. But this time I told Reward to hold her there, right on the edge, as I fucked her harder and harder. I held back my own orgasm as I drove her wild with frustration, pushing her hips up at me, pawing at my back, and beginning to sob with passion. "Oh God, I'm coming, I need it, Tom," she panted. "Give it to me harder, I'm coming, I'm coming." But she still wasn't coming, not yet. I pulled up higher, hammering down into her cunt, and she moaned louder and threw her legs up in the air. "Harder, harder," she yelled, "I've got to come." Then I let her have her release, as I slammed into her one last time, and then ground my cock deep into her womb, shooting my seed into her. She screamed out her lust and clawed at my back as I pushed into her. I was totally rigid for what seemed a long time, before finally relaxing and collapsing on top of her. Neither of us moved or spoke for a while. Finally I kissed her, slid off, then laid beside her and pulled her to me for another kiss. She laid her head on my chest. "That's what I've been needing," she said, "a really good fuck." She turned to smile at me. "I've been thinking about this since the day I first met you," she said, "and it was every bit as good as I had imagined." Again we lay silent for a while. I caressed her back. "Tom," she began in a worried voice, "I don't want you to think I'll take advantage of this - in the office, I mean." She stole a quick look at me. "I appreciate what you've done for me," now she turned to look full at me, "I think we can keep our relationship professional, don't you?" "I think so," I answered, "but let's let time sort things out." I pulled her to me for a kiss, and began to knead her breast lightly. "We'll just enjoy tonight tonight, and leave everything else till tomorrow." She kissed me then, and put her hand down between my legs. As my cock began to swell in her hand, she smiled and said, "I'll definitely go along with the 'enjoying tonight' part." It wasn't long before my head was between her legs, and my tongue was between her labia, and her groans were turning to yells (after her first orgasm, I had told Reward to add more soundproofing to the room). When I added a finger in her butt, she hesitated a second in apprehension, but then let me go on. After a second she acknowledged, "That's good - I've never done that before." Then she pulled away to reposition herself for a sixty-nine. I had enjoyed the earlier blowjob she'd given me, and this one was even better - enhanced no doubt by her increased passion, and the delightful taste of her just-fucked cunt. The double sawing motion of my finger in her ass and my thumb in her cunt, together with my clit-sucking, had her orgasming again soon. As soon as she was down, I swung around until I was over her. I wasn't sure if she was ready for this yet, but she quickly saw what I was doing and immediately took my cock in her mouth. I slowly fucked her face for several minutes as she sucked hard. Soon, my labored breathing told her I was near. I thought she might want me out, but she held on tight and when she squeezed my balls, I came with several long spurts. She swallowed every drop. Again I collapsed beside her, and held her close. "I've never done that before," she said with pride. I kissed her on her forehead, and we fell asleep. We had another fuck in the morning, then flew back to Phoenix with our conversation mostly limited to work. At the airport, as we were about to part, I pulled her back to me for a kiss. "I'll see you at the picnic tomorrow?" I asked. "I wasn't sure I was coming," she answered, "but I think I will - just to see you." The agency had rented a small private club on South Mountain for our annual company picnic. The day was, not surprisingly, blazing hot - probably 111 or so - so most of the party was either around the pool or around the bar. In the evening, the plan was to sit outside where we had a view over the whole valley, and watch the fireworks. This was a family thing, and Chris and the kids had come with me. My daughter was sulky, as teenagers generally are when forced into these occasions, but she had brightened a bit when she'd found a few other teenagers to be sulky with. Several of them had formed a group on the steps of the pool, where they sat telling each other what a drag it was to be there ("drag", I suppose, is no longer the right word, but I'm sure you know what I mean). My son, not yet at an age where he felt the need to display how sophisticated he was, was having a ball with the other kids, trying to splash as much of the water out of the pool as possible. Chris and I sat around a table under an umbrella with a few other couples and tried not to melt. Some of the younger, unmarried staffers wandered between the tables, the bar, and the pool. Debbie Kowalski had walked by in a moderately skimpy two-piece that had made every male eye bulge. "I remember being twenty-one," said Michelle Hawks, sighing. "Just barely." "I remember being twenty-one," said Chris with a laugh, "but I don't remember looking like that." Then she turned to me. "So what did you think, Tom?" "I think she's a very attractive young lady," I said judiciously, "and I refuse to make any further statement on the grounds that it might incriminate me." The other men at the table toasted my evasive action, and I was saved from any further comments on the subject by the arrival of three newcomers. Michelle was the first to see them coming and said, "Hi, Sharon, why don't you join us here?" Sharon, dressed like the rest of us in cool loose-fitting clothes (hers being designer, of course) sat in the only chair available, opposite me, as Michelle introduced her around the table. Sharon then introduced the kids, saying, "I've talked about the girls so much I'm sure Tom feels like he knows them." I agreed with a smile, and suggested that the girls, who were wearing bikini tops and cutoffs over the bottoms, head for the pool. They needed no urging, ripping off the jeans as they left us. Little Bit went straight to join my son and the other kids in their games, but Cassie hesitated. She was at that tough age where she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be a kid and splash, or join the teens in playing sophisticate. It looked like she wanted to play grown-up, so I took her over and introduced her to my daughter, who welcomed her into the group, perhaps a bit reluctantly, since Cassie was younger than the rest. As the afternoon got hotter (impossible as that seemed), most of the adults made their way into the clubhouse. As the sun was going down and the food was being served, Chris went outside to get the kids out of the pool. Sharon headed for the ladies room. I followed a few moments later, and timed my exit from the men's room so that we met coming out. The bikinis, especially Debbie's, had made me horny, and I needed a quickie from Sharon. As she came out of the ladies room, I took her arm and guided her into an empty room I had noticed earlier. The manager's office, it appeared, complete with a leather couch. When we were in the room, I closed and locked the door with a message to Reward to keep the manager busy, then I held Sharon tight and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, but quickly broke away, "Tom, no -- they'll miss us." "No they won't," I said, telling Reward to make it true, "they're busy with dinner and the kids. We'll be back before they miss us." One hand was stroking her butt, the other was under her top and moving toward her breast. I kissed her again, then said, "I need you, Sharon." That stroked her ego even better than my hand was stroking her butt, and she yielded to me, returning the kiss and rubbing my cock. "I need you, too, Tom," she whispered as she kissed my ear, "but let's hurry." With that she pulled down her pants and stepped out of them. I stuck my finger in her pussy and began frigging her to get her juices flowing. She kissed me again and pulled down my shorts to get at my cock. She began to lower herself to give me a blowjob, but instead I guided her over to the manager's desk. I pushed her backward gently, then knelt in front of the desk, spreading her legs and entering her pussy with my tongue. She sighed as I entered her, then ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her inner lips, then speared my tongue into her vagina. I ran it in and out several times as Sharon began moving her hips to get more of it in. I increased the length of the tongue to reach deeper into her, meanwhile slipping a finger into her asshole. Though this was great fun, we didn't have that much time, and I didn't want to fool around with time in this case, since I couldn't think of any way to explain it to Sharon. As soon as her wetness and her movements told me that she was thoroughly ready, I stood up and slid my cock into her wet pussy. I looked down at the sight of my assistant lying on the desk, with her pussy spread open to take in my cock. I slid in and out slowly then, reaching down to pull up her blouse to reveal her breasts in their pink bra. As I stroked her, I played with her tits, and she smiled up at me. "God, this is good, Tom, you'll have to do me on a desk again some time." I laughed and assured her I would. Then I began stroking into her harder, and she lifted her legs to wrap them around my waist and pull me into her. As I picked up the pace again, she pulled herself up to a near-sitting position and put her arms around me to hold me close. Now I was pushing into her in a long series of fast, short strokes and she was holding me tight, breathing hard into me ear and whispering encouragement to me. "Oh I need it," she whispered, "put it in me, put it in me." I stroked harder and faster as I could feel both our orgasms nearing, and she rocked her hips back and forth on the desk, urging me on with her words and with her arms and legs wrapped around me. Then suddenly she tightened her grips on me and grunted hard, and I could feel her cunt muscles tighten on my cock as she came. That was all I needed, and I spurted my sperm into her waiting womb. We remained wrapped in each other's arms for a while, then I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine for a long kiss. At last she pulled away with a sigh, getting up off the desk and looking around on the floor to locate her pants. "Damn that was good," she said when she had found them, "but now I've got to walk around with wet underwear." She looked around and I had Reward put a box of tissues on a table near the couch. She grabbed a handful, then turned away from me modestly as she dabbed at her dripping pussy. When we were both dressed, she had had time to get nervous again. "God, I hope nobody noticed we were gone," she said worriedly. I pulled her close and kissed her lightly. "Don't worry so much," I said with a laugh, "it will make you grow old before your time." Then we kissed again. "Hmmm," she said as she nuzzled my ear, "we never did try the couch, and it sure looks comfortable." I considered having Reward freeze the crowd while we grabbed another fuck, but decided not. I let Sharon go out first, then followed a moment or two later. Nobody had missed us. Or had they? On the drive home, Chris was very quiet, although I didn't think much of it, distracted as I was by two overtired, squabbling kids in the back. When we were in bed, I reached out for Chris, expecting the usual polite rebuff, but got instead a question. "Tom, what's going on?" "Uh, what do you mean?" "I mean," she began, then paused, "I'm not really sure, but something's changed with you." Her voice was small, distant. "I don't understand," I answered evasively. "Can you give me an example?" "No," she said, after a pause, "but you seem so sure of yourself all the time now. Maybe it's just because work is going so well -- Michelle told me your presentation up in Denver was a big hit -- but you seem so self-confident, almost cocky, like you know everything's going to work for you." "Well," I reassured her, "everything has been going well lately, so maybe I am getting a little over-confident." I laughed and tried to make it sound light-hearted, "I'm sure I'll get my come-uppance." "Another thing..." Long pause. "Tom, you know I've never cared much about sex..." Another long pause. "Uh-huh." "... but lately you don't seem to care that I don't care." I took her hand. "Well, I do care, but I guess maybe not as much as before." I shrugged. "Maybe I'm just getting older." It was the best I could do on short notice. "Tom, do you have a mistress?" She spoke in a rush, as though to force out something she didn't want to say. "No," I answered. Not quite a lie, I said to myself in my best Clinton imitation. I had several other wives, a bunch of slaves, and various other women I fucked on occasion, but not a mistress. Not really -- unless you count Beth, but I decided not to count her. "Your new assistant seems very nice," she said, again in that small, distant voice. "And very pretty." "Chris," I said in a teasing voice, "are you jealous of Sharon?" "No, I guess not," she answered at last. "I guess I'm just imaging things -- she seemed to be looking at you at the picnic." "Well, maybe she thinks I'm sexy," I said, laughing. Chris had to laugh then, too. "Boy, you really are full of yourself these days." Well, we made love then. I won't bother to describe it in any detail -- suffice to say that what it was, mostly, was dreadful. Sex with Chris, as I've mentioned before, was never very good. Now that I was getting all the great sex any man could want, the comparison was more stark. I tried. What seemed like hours of sucking, stroking, tickling, probing, tweaking, massaging, licking, caressing, and everything elsing every body part I could think of did nothing more than raise her to the most minimal level of interest, barely sufficient to complete the act. I'm sure Chris tried too, but she was simply a person who didn't like sex. I had semi-decided early on that I wasn't going to use Reward to change any of my family members, but I still occasionally played with the idea of doing something to make Chris a better sexual partner. Now, in addition, I might have to use Reward because Chris was getting suspicious. For the moment I had forestalled things, and for the future, I would be more careful. But eventually, I knew, I would have to deal with the situation. ------- Chapter 18: Introducing Tom O'malley The sight of Debbie Kowalski in her swimsuit at the Fourth of July picnic motivated me to take action on a plan that had been forming slowly. I could of course have Debbie almost any way I wanted her -- I could plant the idea of my attractiveness in her mind and wait for her to seduce me; I could seduce her; I could call her into my office and tell her to take off her clothes and spread her legs. But I wanted this to be as "natural" as possible, and I couldn't think of any way to make Debbie Kowalski want to have sex with a guy my age without some pretty massive programming by Reward. So I asked Reward who she would want to have sex with -- what were the vital characteristics of Debbie Kowalski's dream guy? I found out that her preferred personality type was not too far off from myself. She liked men a bit more assertive than Tom Mallory, take-charge guys (though, as you may have noticed, I'd been becoming a good deal more assertive), but otherwise not too different. She liked guys with education, a bit of sophistication and maybe even glitz (but not too much), professional/managerial types. And she definitely liked successful guys -- career achievement and money were big with her. Up to this point in the analysis I could flatter myself that I might have had some small chance of scoring with Debbie. But then we come to the subject of age. Not surprisingly her ideal was just a bit older than herself -- a guy just out of college or in grad school. Physically, I wouldn't cut it, either -- she liked guys at least moderately hunky. Physically fit, well-toned, though not with obvious muscles. Facial features along the lines of a young Robert Redford. So, for a trial run, one day in mid-July, I had Reward turn me into this paragon, equipped with a nice car (it was a Lamborghini or a Ferrari or something like that -- I can't tell them apart -- a convertible anyway), and a suite at the Ritz-Carlton, which happens to be not far from our offices. For the moment, I really just wanted to get used to my new body and see how comfortable I was with the whole thing before approaching Debbie. One of my first thoughts, as I found myself in the plush hotel room, was that I needed an explanation for my wealth. What comes to mind when you see a guy of my (new) age with the trappings of wealth is (choose one): entertainer or drug dealer. Neither fit with her ideal's professional/managerial background. I could have made myself a software entrepreneur, but that might have too much visibility -- she might have asked the brand names with which I was connected. So I decided that the new me (named Tom O'Malley) had come up with several biotech breakthroughs while in college (just graduated), and had sold the patents for huge amounts. I was now taking it easy while I considered various offers of funding for a new company I wanted to start. That would explain the source of my money and my leisure status, while making it unlikely that anyone would ask me to explain my work in any detail. So I set out on a test drive of my new self. But I didn't get far. As I walked down the hall toward the elevator, a maid emerged from a room as I was passing. Unlike most of the maids in the hotel, who were Mexican, she was black. Also unlike most, she was young and pretty. Hmm, said I to myself, she'll do. "Excuse me, miss," said I to her, "could you help me with something in my room?" I flashed her a boyish Robert Redford lookalike grin, and could see the approval in her eyes. She nodded smilingly, and followed me to my room. As she stepped from behind her supply cart, I got a surprise - she was petite and slender, as my first glance at her upper body had shown, but she wasn't as slender as she had been a few months ago - she was perhaps five months pregnant. Hmm, said I to myself, here's an opportunity for a good deed. I sized her up - name LaShonda (from her employee nametag), nineteen or twenty, single (no ring), pregnant, working at a low-paying job that she couldn't continue late into pregnancy. This was a girl who needed money. Paying her for a fuck should earn me a Boy Scout merit badge. When we were in the room she asked what I needed. "To start with, a blowjob." She looked disgusted. "Hey, mister, you leave me alone or I'll call security." "Look, LaShonda," I replied calmly, "you need money, I need sex. You give me what I want for an hour, I'll give you what you want - say, a thousand bucks?" Her eye had been wandering between the door and the phone, as she weighed whether to simply walk out or call for help. When I mentioned a thousand dollars, her attitude changed. "Shit," she said derisively, but with her interest obvious, "you wouldn't give me a grand. You'd hand me fifty and walk out laughing." I pulled ten hundreds out of my pocket and handed them to her as I unzipped my pants. "Here's the money and here's my dick. Do me really good, and I'll give you more." She took the money, a confused look on her face. "But I'll get fired - the supervisor will come around and..." I picked up the phone. "What's the supervisor's number?" I dialed it. "This is Tom O'Malley in room 2311. I'll need the assistance of LaShonda, the maid on this floor, for the next hour, so send someone else to clean her rooms." I held up the receiver, so LaShonda could hear the agreement. "Deal?" I asked as I put down the phone. "What do I got to do?" she asked ungrammatically, but not unreasonably. "Whatever I want for an hour," I answered, "probably a blowjob, a fuck, and a buttfuck." "I don't like it in my booty," she said. "You like a thousand bucks?" I answered. She shrugged and began taking off the formless hotel uniform. Her chocolate brown belly swelled out farther than the uniform had shown - she was pregnanter than I had thought. On her small body the swell of the belly was particularly noticeable, as were the milk-filled tits that jutted out from her chest when she removed her bra. I walked over to her and grabbed both tits, feeling their firmness and fullness as I rubbed against her belly and kissed her. "Now," I said, "how about that suck?" She sank to her knees in front of me and took my big cock in her hand. She smiled up at me as she took it into her mouth, then set to work conscientiously. She sucked hard and used her tongue properly, wrapping it around my dick as she sucked, and soon I was stroking softly into her. She took leave of her job for a moment to say, "Let me know when you're ready, because I don't like to take it in my mouth." "Yes you do," I replied as my cock disappeared again between her soft lips. "As a matter of fact, there's nothing you love better than swallowing sperm, is there?" She smiled at me around my cock as she nodded her head, then returned to work. As she sucked more of my cock in, I began stroking her face more vigorously, slowly forcing the tip of my cock into her throat. Although she gagged slightly at first, she gradually accepted it, pushing forward until she had all my cock in her. Now I was ready to come and I put my hands on the back of her head as I pulled her tight against my belly and stroked hard into her throat, sending several long streams of sperm down her throat. I pulled away and collapsed on the bed. "That was great, LaShonda," I said as she licked her lips to get the last dribbles of sperm I had left there. "Not bad," she said. "First time I've ever had one all the way in." She stood up and came over to the bed. "I'll bet you want to rest awhile after coming like that," she said with a grin. "You'd lose that bet," I answered as I pulled her down next to me. "I want to play with those titties, and that big belly of yours, and especially your pussy." I grabbed a tit and stuck it in my mouth. Her tits had big aureoles, darker brown than her skin, and topped with little eraser-sized nipples. The eraser grew as I sucked and ran my tongue over it, then the other grew as I plucked at it with my fingers, squeezing it and then the whole breast. Soon I tasted the first of her milk. "Is it good, baby?" she asked with a laugh. "Yes, mommy," I laughed back. "Do you like it?" "I sure do, baby - but what I'd really like my baby to suck on is mommy's pussy." "Whatever you say," I answered, shifting my body down, stroking and kissing her big belly and sucking on her popped navel as I passed by, then positioning myself between her widespread thighs. I told her to open it for me and she reached down to pull apart the lips to show me a bright red gaping hole, with a huge erect clit protruding from its nest. I just looked for a while, because I love the sight of a cunt spread wide open for me, and of a woman waiting expectantly for me to enter her. When my eyes were finished with their feast, I moved forward to give my tongue its share. First, an appetizer, kisses and licks on her thighs, tickling on the crease where the thighs meet the mons. Her pussy was nearly bald, as Reward generally prepared them for me, and I kissed around the edges, then kissed her hands holding the door open for me as I entered. Finally, I entered and immediately nibbled on that huge clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and swiping my tongue across its head several times. Instant orgasm - this was one hot girl. She groaned loudly, her hips jumped up at me, and her hands grabbed me by the ears and forced me deep into her dark red pussy. As the spasms passed over her, I pulled my nose far enough out to breathe and put my tongue into her vagina. There I licked and speared her hole, intermittently returning to her clit for a quick tongue-swipe. Soon her hips were moving in a slow fucking rhythm. I inserted a finger in her butthole, already lubricated with the drippage from her cunt. She gasped in surprise as the finger entered, but adapted quickly and pushed back at it. Soon another joined it and I was sawing the fingers in and out of her butt and my tongue in and out of her fuckhole in time to her hip movements. As she began gulping for air climbing for her next orgasm, I pulled away from her. Her belly was too big for me to lay on top of her with any comfort for either of us, so I had her put a pillow under her butt to raise her pussy up. Then I knelt between her legs, pushing them back beside her belly, and slowly stuck my cock into the gaping cunt pointing up at me. Her cunt was not as tight as some I'd been in recently, but it was okay, and I was enjoying the view of this pretty young women with the swollen belly, spread wide open to receive my cock. An advantage of this position, besides the view, was that it gave me the opportunity to play with her belly and her tits. I took full advantage of the opportunity, stroking the tightly stretched skin, running my hand down her sides, and then up to her big tits. The tits now sagged slightly to the sides in this position, as the bending backward pushed her belly back against her chest. As I grabbed her tits and tweaked the nipples, drawing small beads of milk, I stoked slowly into her pussy. She moaned softly as I reached bottom, the head of my cock entering into her womb, then pulled back slowly, nearing pulling out before beginning again the slow forward motion of my long cock. She put her hands on mine and pulled them down harder on her tits. I took this as a message to play a little rougher and squeezed harder on the tits. She breathed out hard in response, with a deep long "yeeessss!" Then she started moving her hips harder, raising her ass higher, and putting her arms up as she looked up at me and said, "Come on, baby, get down here and fuck me right, I want it hard now." I slid another pillow under her. With her cunt now higher, I could lay on her and I did so, supporting myself with my arms. She put her legs around me and said, "Now do it right, baby. Fuck me." I kissed her, then drove my cock into her hard, lifted my hips and did it again, slamming into her cunt as hard as I could. "Is that that way you want it?" I asked She looked at me with a face of pure lust. "That's it, baby. I like a good, hard fuck." I complied, raising up and driving my hips forward into her with all the force at my command. She grunted and said, "That's it!" But I didn't wait, I slammed her again, then again, then faster. I told Reward to give my hips more strength, and then slammed into her again. She exploded, screaming out with joy as my powerful hips drove my cock into her harder and faster than she'd ever felt it before. Again and again my cock drove down into her until her screams echoed off the walls, and finally her spasming cunt drew the sperm from my cock, as it spurted deep into her womb. We both collapsed for a few minutes, wrapped in our embrace. Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me, asking with a grin, "Did baby like mommy's cunt?" "You bet I did," I answered. "Did mommy like baby's cock?" She laughed. "God, that was good. I've never been fucked that hard in my life." "You like it hard?" I asked, more or less rhetorically. "I really do," she answered. "It just doesn't seem like real fucking unless a dick is really slamming into me hard." She kissed me again. "Do you think you can do me again?" she asked. I pulled my limp dick out of her sloppy, wet cunt. "I think I can do another," I answered, "after a blowjob." I paused. "And mommy knows where baby's going to put his cock then." Again she laughed. "Baby can put his cock anywhere he wants, as long as he does it like he did it that time." Then she began to run her tongue down my belly until she reached my cock. She licked at the cock first, cleaning it with her tongue and playing with it and with my balls while it slowly hardened. When it was hard, she lifted the head with her lips, getting it into her mouth without her hands. Her hands she was using practically everywhere else, stroking my belly, my thighs, my ass. Finally she settled on one hand rubbing my balls while the other, wettened in her cunt, entered my butthole. "Do you like that?" she asked. "You want to be in my booty, I might as well have yours." "I like it," I answered, "but I want to do it to you, too. Swing around so I can eat your cunt." She did so, as quickly as her awkward body would allow, positioning her cunt in front of my face. Most of my sperm had by now entered her womb, or had already dribbled down her legs and butt, where it showed up as chalky white splotches. But a bit remained on the edges of her vagina, and I speared out the tip of my tongue there to taste myself. Then I pulled open her pussy with my two thumbs to have another look from a different angle. It still looked good, and the clit stuck out as far as ever. I stuck my thumbs into her vagina and pulled that open - to see more of my sperm glistening within. When I pulled her cunt open, LaShonda responded by sucking harder on my cock and sticking her finger farther up my butt. I stuck my finger in her butt as I began sucking on her big clit. The harder I sucked on her clit, the harder she sucked on my cock. Soon we were both sucking like hotel vacuum cleaners, and our fingers were poking deep into each other's bowels. I knew we couldn't keep it up for long, she was already on the edge, so I told her to let me up. She reluctantly released my cock and raised a leg to let me slide out from under her. Then I positioned myself behind her, looking down on her widespread cunt and the little asshole above it. I leaned over her and rubbed the sides of her belly, then squeezed her tits as they hung down, nipples brushing the bed. "Stick it in me, baby," she said. "Mommy," I asked her, "Do you want me to stick my big cock up your ass?" She grinned lewdly back at me. "Baby, I want your big cock slamming into my asshole as hard as it'll go." "If that's what you want," I answered, "I'll pound your butt so hard you won't sit down for a week." Again she grinned at me. "Don't talk about it. Do it." I stuck my cock at the puckered hole of her well-lubed ass and pushed forward with no further preliminaries. The head of my cock slipped in with only a little resistance. As soon as it was in, I grabbed both her hips and said, "Here it comes." Then I pushed forward with all my might, knocking her off her knees and landing on top of her as my cock drilled deep into her rectum. She cried out both in pain and lust, but as I rested on top of her with my cock buried to the hilt, she turned and said, "That's the way. Now do it some more." Her legs were splayed wide, leaving her asshole totally open to me, and I laid on top of her and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. The bed shook and bounced against the wall with the power of our coupling. My strokes got harder and faster and she thrust her butt up at me more wildly. She was bucking so hard, I reached under her and grabbed both her tits to hold on as I drove into her with all the power Reward could give me. Obviously, we couldn't keep this up for long, and soon we were both moaning with ecstasy as my seed entered her bowels. Then we both lay quiet for a long time. At last I pulled out of her, my cock making a popping sound as the head emerged. I laid down beside her and she rolled over to rest her head on my shoulder. After a while she said, "Is the hour up?" "Just about," I answered, looking at the clock by the bed. "If you want to keep going," she said, "you don't have to pay me - just fuck me some more like that." I kissed her and thanked her for saying that. "Let's do it again," I said, "but I've got to go now." I gave her another thousand as a tip. "Are you sure about this?" she asked. "I know you're rich and all, but you can get a really high-class hooker for a lot less money than this." "LaShonda," I said, kissing her on the forehead and holding her tight, "no hooker can fuck like you just did. You earned it." We parted with promises to renew acquaintances soon, and I went out for a ride in my little car, whatever it was. I drove out to ASU to see how Tom O'Malley did among a test group of Debbie Kowalski's contemporaries. The car drew the stares I had expected, and when at last I found a parking space, I found that Tom O'Malley also turned a few heads. Outside the library there was one pretty young redhead who was particularly frank in her admiration, staring at me quite openly. I walked over to her and put out my hand. "Hi," I said, "I'm Tom O'Malley. Like what you see?" She laughed. "You're cute," she said, "but too conceited." "If you're not interested in a long-term relationship, you don't have to worry about the personality," I answered. "How about just a quick fuck then?" "What the hell... ?" she said, but then Reward amended it to, "Sure, where?" "How about right here," I suggested, gesturing to the area in front of the library. There were several groups handing out literature or promoting various organizations. I took her by the hand and led her over to a table for a group protesting the wearing of fur. "Excuse me," I said to the thoroughly unpleasant-looking young woman running the table. "Would you mind moving some of these pamphlets somewhere else? We need this table for a fuck." "Sure, go ahead," said Ms. Anti-Fur, picking up the pamphlets and moving them to the other end of the long table. "Okay, uh, what's your name?" I asked, then went on, "That's okay, whatever your name is, just bend over the table here." The girl was in shock but, much to her own surprise, did as she was told. "My name is Lana," she said. "What are you going to do? You can't fuck me here." "Of course I can," I said. "Nobody cares." And of course I was right, nobody paid the slightest attention as I pulled her short skirt up around her waist, dropped her panties to the ground, and stuck my cock in the sweet little slit that stuck up in the air as she bent over the table. There wasn't much to the fuck, just the standard in and out, and the day was too hot to extend it unnecessarily. I just stroked for a while as she bent over the table, told Reward to give her a good orgasm as her reward for helping me with my test, and then shot my load into her. When we were done, I thanked her for the fuck, picked up her panties for her, thanked Ms. Anti-Fur for the use of her table, and returned to my car, whatever it was. ------- Chapter 19: Lucky Again At 7-11 Instead of heading back to the hotel, I decided to just drive around for a while, and eventually found myself passing the same 7-11 where I had picked up Lisa -- the first girl I fucked with the power Reward gave me. It had been less than two months. I stopped in to get a Pepsi. As I joined the checkout line, I noticed a girl getting into the line behind me -- I recognized her as Ashley Benedict, a friend of my daughter, Sarah. I guess I stared at her for a second trying to place her (not because she's a pretty girl, of course), but I got caught at it. She stared back, then smiled at me. "I'm sorry," I said as I paid, a bit embarrassed, "for a second I thought you were someone else." "That's okay," she replied, with another smile -- a very pretty one, I thought. As I was getting in the car, Ashley came out of the store. Now she was the one staring a bit. "Nice car," she said finally, taking a sip of her Diet Coke. I wonder, I said to myself. I wonder. A friend of Sarah's. But, on the other hand, a rather cute friend of Sarah's, and one who was obviously interested -- she'd need only a bit of a push by Reward to drop her into my lap (or wherever else I wanted her). An aside here: I'd been finding that I enjoyed two types of arrangements as variations. I enjoyed using Reward to force my way into situations where there was no way I would normally have sex -- as with the little redhead at ASU that I just described. But I also enjoyed situations where the sex flowed more or less naturally, with only a bit of help from Reward - mostly in the set-up. Both were fun, and this looked like an opportunity for some "natural" sex (or as natural as it could be, considering that it wasn't me). "Thanks," I replied, having Reward cover the long pause while I thought things over. "I just got it -- I'm taking it for my first drive." "Cool," she said, touching the hood tentatively. "Would you like to help me try it out?" I asked. "Oh gee, I don't think so," she said hesitantly, looking over at the family minivan parked next to me. "Come on," I smiled at her, "we don't have to be gone long. It would be really nice to have somebody share the test drive with me." I had Reward check her mind for me -- her mother was waiting for her at home, if she was gone much longer, she was afraid she'd be grounded. I had Reward strike that thought, and also square things with Ashley's mom. "Sure," she said with that lovely smile, "as long as we're not gone too long." She opened the car door and sat beside me. As we drove around, she began asking the inevitable getting-acquainted questions. How old was I? Twenty-two, I answered, how old was she? Eighteen, she lied -- I knew she was in the same class as Sarah, who had just turned sixteen -- she might be seventeen if she had an early birthday or had flunked a grade or something. It was a lie that didn't surprise me however. She added that she had just graduated from high school (she was entering her junior year). She asked how I could afford such a cool car. I gave her my biotech bull, and she bought it, not asking for any details. She seemed to be very impressed by it. She asked me if I'd attended ASU -- I wasn't ready for the question, but said no, I was from UCLA. She asked why I was in Phoenix, and I replied that I was thinking of locating my new company here. She seemed to be out of questions, and I was feeling pretty comfortable about my ability to flesh out my story as needed. We talked about college, since she claimed to be starting in the fall, and about other things, as she tried to impress me with her maturity and sophistication. I was really enjoying the banter, Ashley's personality (even with all the affectations), and especially the insight into a side of teenage girls that teenage girls keep carefully hidden from their fathers. I was also enjoying looking at Ashley, who had a cute pixieish face, framed in short brownish-blond hair, and a lovely little dimple on her left cheek, as well as the aforementioned smile. She was medium height, rather slender, a nice butt, but nearly flat-chested -- something that I knew some of the kids teased her about. Given the predilections of teen boys, this kept her from being among the most popular girls in the school. Today she was wearing sandals, shorts, and a sleeveless white blouse. Nothing special, but then she had only been out for a trip to the 7-11 -- she hadn't known she was going to meet the guy of her dreams. We were coming back toward the 7-11 now, but I took a route that would lead us past her house. I told Reward to have Ashley's mother suddenly remember an errand that she had to take care of right away. I also had Ashley suddenly realize that she needed to stop by her house. "Omigosh," she burst out suddenly, "Tom, I just realized, I was supposed to return some tapes - if we get any more late fees my dad will kill me." Her attempts at being grown-up disappeared in light of this looming disaster. She pointed to the street coming up. "Turn here - this is where I live." I turned and pulled into the driveway she indicated. Reward told her her mother wasn't home, so she didn't need to worry about anyone seeing a stranger bringing her home. I also told Reward slow down time as we entered the house. When she got out, she had probably expected me to wait for her in the car, but of course I didn't. I followed her into the family room, where she picked some tapes off the TV. When she turned around, I was behind her. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss briefly. When she tried to pull away though, I continued to hold her. "Oh Tom, I don't think we should," she said with a worried glance around her. "Why not, there's no one here," I answered, kissing her again, a little harder this time, though still not using my tongue. I had Reward send heat waves through her vagina. She kissed me hard, her hands stroking my back. But then again she tried to break away. "My mother will be back soon," she said, trying to slow down a situation where she knew she was losing control. "No, she won't," I answered, kissing her more strongly still, and beginning to slide my tongue between her lips. My hands had been on the small of her back, but one now began to drift down toward her ass. She believed me of course when I told her her mother wasn't returning soon, because Reward told her to believe it. Nonetheless, again she turned her head from me. "I'm... we're going too fast." I kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, Ashley." That did it. She looked me in the eyes and said with all the intensity of a teenaged girl, "I love you, Tom." Then she kissed me, opening her lips to allow entry to my tongue. I explored her mouth as my hands dropped to her ass, stroking it, then cupping each cheek and pulling her crotch against mine, as I pressed my hard cock against her. Reward had heightened her sensitivity so that she shuddered with passion as she felt me press against her. She pressed back, and shuddered again as one of my hands slid under the waist of her shorts and caressed the bare flesh of her ass. Now when she broke away from the kiss, it was so she could breathe more deeply with the passion she was feeling. She kissed my neck with little pecks and bites and chewed my ear. One hand was under her blouse, and had unhooked her bra, and now I withdrew the hand from her ass and quickly pulled off her blouse and bra. I could see an apprehensive look in her eye - she probably had seen a teenage boy or two who had been disappointed at this sight. "They're very small," she said tentatively. "They're beautiful," I said, putting my hand on one of her tiny breasts. "You're beautiful." I kissed her, and she moaned softly as I played with the nipple, again as I lowered my head to her breast and licked at it, then sucked it in. As my hands returned to her ass and began to lower her shorts, she said, "Let's go to my room." Then she took my hand and led me through the house to her bedroom. It was very much a teenaged girl's room -- four-poster bed (unmade) with frilly cover, pastel walls, a bulletin board with awards (academic), friends' pictures, and a program from a school play. And most of all, mess -- clothes all over the floor, hung on chairs, and draped over the foot of the bed, candy wrappers on the floor, a couple Diet Coke cans, a bag from McDonalds. "I haven't straightened it up lately," she said in an understatement that almost had me laughing out loud. But I wasn't here to critique her housekeeping. I took her in my arms and held her close, then kissed her forehead. She sighed and wiggled tighter in my arms, nestling her head under my chin. We stayed that way for a while, my hands gently rubbing her bare back, but not going anywhere sensitive -- it seemed she wanted a little cuddling before we moved on to heavier stuff. I was enjoying it too. At last she spoke, without looking at me. "Tom, this isn't just a one-time thing, is it?" I started to answer, but she looked up and placed a finger on my lips. "Don't answer -- it's a dumb question. Either way, you'd say it isn't." She hesitated. "It's just that, well, you're not a school kid or anything, and you've got a business, and you live in California..." Her voice trailed off. "You're right, any guy would say it's not a one-timer regardless," I answered, after a pause. "But you're wrong -- it's not a dumb question. I don't know if my business will work out, or the deal here in Phoenix will work out." I shrugged. "Neither of us knows how things will go long-term. All I can say is that I'm happy to be here with you right now, and I hope we'll be together again -- and often." I lifted her chin to kiss her. Meanwhile, Reward told me what the problem was. Ashley had had one sexual experience, a quick backseat fuck with a boy from her school after the Homecoming dance the previous fall. He had never called her again and avoided her at school. I had Reward reassure her that Tom O'Malley wouldn't do that. I also briefly considered making the guy's dick fall off, She kissed me back, and didn't say anything more. Her hands dropped to my zipper and she awkwardly lowered it, putting her hands in my pants to fondle my cock and balls through my underwear. As her hands went into the underwear, I pulled off my shirt. When my pants had dropped to the floor, I felt her little hand on my cock. She looked up at me with a nervous smile. "It's... big," she said. "Yes, it is," I replied. "Does it scare you?" "No," she answered quickly. "Well... yes, a little," she amended. "Don't worry," I answered with a soft kiss on her lips, "I won't hurt you. We'll go as slow as you want." She snuggled against me again. "I feel so good with you," she said softly. "I know I can trust you." Then her hand went down to my cock again. "Tom," a very serious look, "do you want me to, uh, you know... suck on it?" I almost laughed at her seriousness, but managed to keep a straight face. "Not now," I said. "When you're ready." She turned to lead me to her bed. I saw our reflection in the big mirror above the dresser on the other side of the bed, and I suddenly knew a game we could play. I reached around her waist and stepped behind her, holding her close with both of us facing the mirror. I stroked her smooth, flat belly and nibbled on her neck. "Look at yourself being loved, Ashley," I whispered in her ear. "Look at your man kissing you and rubbing your belly. Look at him touching your pretty little breasts and pulling on your nipples." At first she smiled at the mirror, a bit embarrassed by what she was seeing, but then my soft whispers and the movements of my hands and the eroticism of the moment had her breathing hard and staring at her image with lust in her eyes. "Look," I went on, "I'm unzipping your shorts. In just a moment you'll be totally naked for me. My hands are going into your pants, and now I'm touching your pussy for the first time. Now your pants are coming down and you can see your pussy. I've put my finger inside you, Ashley, and my cock is pushing against your ass. How does it feel?" She moaned and gasped as she tried to talk. "It's so good," she managed at last. "Oh it's good." "Look at me playing with your nipple and putting a finger in your pussy. It's going in and out, just like my cock will be doing soon, and I can feel how wet you are. You're hot for me, aren't you, Ashley?" She didn't answer, she just purred. I hunched down and maneuvered my cock so it went between her legs. "Now my cock's rubbing against your pussy." She stared at the mirror in fascination and breathed deeply as she saw the head of my cock push against her pussy lips. Now I put both hands down in her crotch and pulled her cunt lips wide apart. "Look at your pussy now, Ashley, it's wide open for me. It's ready for me, isn't it?" She nodded her head, unable to speak. I stroked my cock against the wide-open cunt and it brushed against her clit. She shuddered and reached behind to grab my head. Her eyes were closed now. "No, you have to open your eyes, Ashley," I whispered, "you have to look at yourself as you're getting ready to give yourself to your man. You're about to make love, you're about to fuck." I continued to stroke against her, as she sobbed with the sensations washing over her. "Are you ready, Ashley?" She swallowed with difficulty as she tried to speak. "Yes, please... love me." I thought about continuing the game and taking her from behind while we watched ourselves in the mirror, but that didn't seem right for our first time together. I turned her around in my arms and kissed her deeply. Then I held her close. "Oh Ashley, I want you so much." "Please, Tom, now," was all she said. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Her legs opened almost of their own accord, it seemed, and she put her arms out for me. "I want you," she said. I lowered myself over her. "Ashley," I asked, "would you rather be on top? That way you can control how fast we go." She smiled. "I trust you," she said. "Just go slow until I'm ready, okay?" I kissed her softly as my cock began pressing against her almost-virginal vagina. "Let me know if it hurts," I said. She pecked at my cheek. "It feels great," she said. Then she inhaled sharply. I paused, but she said, "Keep going, it feels so good." Slowly, slowly I pushed forward, until I was all the way in. When I stopped, she looked up at me and said, "Is that all of it?" I laughed softly. "Why, do you want more?" She giggled. "Are you kidding? I'm totally full." I lifted myself slightly and we both looked down at her little pussy, its lips stretched tight around my cock. "Wow," she said, "I never thought I'd get it all in." She seemed fascinated by the experience of taking my cock in, as she told me how she could feel it "way up inside me." I wiggled my hips and pressed forward, trying to push it up another fraction of an inch. She moaned softly and bit my ear as I held her tight. "Oh god, that's good," she exhaled. I had given her some time to get used to being filled, now I pulled out slowly. Her hips followed my cock, not wanting to give it up. Then I pushed forward, not fast, but steadily. When I got all the way in, I ground my crotch hard against hers, as I kissed her hard and deep. "Yes, Tom," she breathed into my ear as I pulled out again, "I'm ready now." I came back in faster now, then out and in faster still. She put her arms around me and hugged me close as I speared her. She was inexperienced, but learning fast, as her hips quickly learned to match my rhythm, and she began meeting me, blow for blow. Soon our hips were a mirror of each other, meeting and pulling away, meeting and pulling away, faster and faster, until her quick breaths became panting and her moans became a squeal. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes," she said, then tensed her whole body as her cunt spasmed around my cock. As she came, I stroked a couple more times, then filled her with my sperm. After a few moments, I slipped my cock out of her. Then we lay wrapped in each other's arms for a long time, occasionally kissing, saying nothing much beyond "I love you" and "That was great". As she snuggled closely against my shoulder and neck, Ashley finally asked, "Was I good, Tom?" "You were great," I answered, pretty much guessing what the next question would be. It took a while, but it came. "Was I as good as the other girls you've had?" Yep, I was right. "I don't think it's very gentlemanly to discuss other women," I answered. "Was I as good as the other guys you've had?" I asked. She giggled. "Omigod, yes." Long pause, another giggle. "Of course, there was only one other guy." I feigned surprise. "What was he like?" I asked. Her face darkened. "Really bad. It was no good, and then he never talked to me again." The memory saddened her, I could see. "The man's a fool," I said. "And I'm the lucky beneficiary of his foolishness." She smiled. "I love the way you talk." She kissed me quickly. "I really got off on it when you were talking to me, you know, when we looked at the mirror." Another kiss. "I love you," she said. Then we kissed for a long time, and eventually I slid on top of her and then was in her for another fuck, this time long and slow and easy. We kissed most of the way through the fuck, until eventually I sped up the pace just a little, and we both came with a long, slow, easy orgasm. Again I laid on her for a while, then eventually pulled out. This time I sat up and said sadly, "I think it's time for me to leave." I could see her suddenly realize that we'd been fucking for a long time, and that her mother must be in the driveway now, or something similar. I had Reward wipe any thoughts about the passage of time from her, since otherwise she'd never understand how only seconds had passed outside while we were inside. "Do you have to go?" she asked, then thought of an inducement for me. She ran her hands down my chest and to my cock. "I thought you might like me to suck it now." I took her hand from my cock and kissed it. "Let's save that for next time," I said. "And you have to come with me. Your car is at the 7-11, remember?" "Omigosh, I forgot all about it," she said as she jumped out of bed. Then she realized what was running down her legs and headed down the hall to the bathroom to do something about it. When she got back to the room with a freshly-washed pussy, I was dressed -- so I sat in a chair (moving aside half a dozen articles of clothing to make room to sit down) and watched her get dressed. She seemed embarrassed to be watched, but I enjoyed seeing her slowly cover her long, slender body, bending over to let her tiny tits fall into the cups of her bra, and sliding a clean pair of panties (the ones she had been wearing were stained with her juices) up her long legs. "God, you're sexy," I said at last. She smiled with pleasure, and came over to sit in my lap. "That blowjob you said to put off til next time?" she began. "Yes?" I prompted. She smiled. "When's next time?" She paused. "Or, you can change your mind and have it now." She blew in my ear, then stuck her tongue in. "You know," I said, "for a girl who's only done it once before, you're turning into quite the little temptress." I lifted her up and carried her out. "I'd better leave before you rape me." I carried her down the hall, with her arms around my neck and her head resting on my shoulder. Finally I arrived at the door and moved to put her down, since I couldn't open the door. "Just hold me like this for a minute more," she said. "This is like a dream, and I want to keep dreaming." My heart melted a bit at that moment, but a sense of panic came over me as well. Omigod, I said to myself, Tom O'Malley is falling in love with a sixteen year old girl, and he doesn't even exist, and the girl is my daughter's friend, and... and this could be a real mess. She finally let me put her down after a long kiss, and we drove back to the 7-11. On the way she said, "You never did say when you'd call me again. Are you avoiding giving me an answer?" My god, I thought, even at sixteen, women know how to put guys on the defensive. "If I recall correctly, the reason I didn't give you an answer was because you distracted me with an offer of a blowjob," I replied. She giggled lewdly. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Well, the offer's still good." I ignored the temptation. "When do you want next time to be?" "Tomorrow?" she asked tentatively, her voice showing her fear that she might be perceived as pushing to hard. "I've got to work most of the day." This was true -- I did still need to attend to business occasionally. But I could see her face fall, and quickly added, "But we could at least meet for lunch, and then maybe plan something for later." And so we made our plans, while I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I knew I should just wipe her memory clean as I left her, and get us both out of this with as little harm as possible. But I also knew I couldn't do it. ------- Chapter 20: To Tell The Truth The next day was a busy one. I started out, as I started many mornings, by crossing the street (having Reward ensure that no one noticed) to visit Beth. Beth and I had become comfortable with each other and no longer jumped right in the sack the minute I walked in the door. This morning, as often happened, we had a cup of coffee together and discussed... things. The marriage situation was not much changed. Some days she was a little more or less fed up with Mike, but basically things just went on. Other than that we discussed the usual things -- kids, the idiots on the city council, and the weather. Like most conversations about the weather in Phoenix in July, it consisted of "Damn, it's hot!". "Sure is, yesterday it was so hot that (fill in blank)", "I hear it's going to be hotter today", "I think I'll kill myself". There was a pause in the conversation -- Beth seemed to be thinking hard about something -- so I filled the pause with "How about we adjourn to the bedroom?" We went to the bedroom, but when we had laid on the bed Beth looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Tom, I'm going to ask you a question that makes me feel very funny. I hope you don't mind." "You know you can ask me anything," I replied, curious. She started off in what seemed at first a strang direction. "Have you ever noticed that Melissa never comes around when you're here -- she always sleeps late on the days you visit?" I nodded. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw what was coming. "And you just come right over here without a glance back to see if Chris is looking out the window -- no guy in his right mind would do that." I knew where she was going now, of course, and I played with the idea of shutting off her suspicions, but I let her go on. She was warmed up now, and the words were coming fast. "And you come here and spend hours -- I know you're a part-owner of the business, but they must wonder about the hours you keep. And, Tom, I think you're a great lover and all that..." I smiled and thanked her. "Don't interrupt me," she said. "Even teenagers have to rest, but you keep going for hours at a time." She paused. "Tom, there are weird things that happen around you -- what's the story?" I had thought about this a bit. I had wiped people's memories or simply told Reward to keep them from noticing things, but it was inevitable that someone -- particularly someone with whom I spent a lot of time -- would begin to piece things together. I wasn't too concerned, because I had known that any time any questions were asked, I could simply have Reward make the questioner accept whatever specious reply I gave. But there was another issue. With the exception of my adventures in the Mallory Empire, where my "magical" powers were part of my persona, I had mostly kept my power hidden from those over whom I was exercising it. This had led to a kind of loneliness -- I had the biggest secret of my life, and nobody I could share it with. I wanted to talk about Reward. I had thought about talking with Chris -- she is, after all, my wife. But, for that very reason, she was extremely unlikely to look kindly on the way I was using Reward. So, if Chris was out of the question, whom could I talk to? So, I decided to spill my guts to Beth. Well, not everything, but I told her about how I had gotten Reward, and my ability to control time, and that the reason Melissa slept through my visits was because Reward made her sleep. She looked at me like I was nuts. Which was a pretty reasonable response. "You expect me to believe a voice in a rock gave you super-powers?" "Ever have anybody else fuck you eight times straight?" I asked. "So maybe you discovered the magic fucking pill, that makes more sense..." I interrupted her. "How old are you?" "Thirty-one," she responded, puzzled. "No, you're not," I told her. "You're eighteen -- look in the mirror." Beth turned and looked over at the mirrored doors on her closet. They showed the same pretty face, minus a line or two, reddish-blonde hair in a ponytail, and a slightly slimmer body in a Catholic girl's school uniform. The pretty young face registered shocked disbelief. "What did you do?" she said at last, after several false starts. "I just told Reward to make you look like you did when you were eighteen -- and you were a fox, girl." In spite of her disorientation, Beth looked pleased at the compliment. "Of course, I suppose you won't want to fuck an old fart like me now," I said with mock sorrow, "This is impossible," she said. "I don't believe it." I sighed. "Still don't believe me, huh?" I considered. "How about if I bring back the boy you had a crush on when you were eighteen?" Instantly there appeared in front of us a boy with long, though neatly cut, hair, wearing a letter sweater. He gawped at us, then said, "Beth... ?" I froze him. "I imagine he's wondering what you're doing, lying in bed with an old guy. Better be careful, Beth," I laughed, "you'll get a bad reputation around the school." Beth found speech. "Tom, I... I don't know. I guess I do believe you, how could you know I had a crush on Dan Peters? -- I didn't even tell my friends, but... I guess I'll just have to think about it." I looked at the boy. "I'm kind of disappointed in you -- he really has the look of an empty-headed jock." Beth smiled at me. "I think you're jealous, Tom. He was a bit dense, but he was also very cute." I grudgingly admitted it. "Was he pretty hot stuff with the girls?" I asked. "Supposedly," she shrugged. "Most of the girls were hot for him. I never dated him." "You can have him now if you want," I offered. "Would you like to have him fuck you?" "Tom!" she snapped, scandalized. "Okay," I backed off. "It was just an offer. By the way," I added, "Reward has just checked him out and found out that he had two girls in high school -- Debbie Lawson and Mary Beth Tuttle." Beth giggled. "Not Mary Beth," she exclaimed. "That two-faced little..." She stopped. "Tom, this is crazy -- I can't believe it's happening to me." She looked at herself in the mirror again. "Tom," long pause, "have you ever done anything to me before?" I could tell her pretty much the truth without any harm. "The first day, when I invited you over to swim, I made you accept..." She nodded. "Come to think of it, there's no way I would have come with you." "Right. And I made you feel comfortable enough with me to open up and talk to me. Other than that," I concluded, "I've just done the things you noticed, like having Melissa sleep, and changing time, and all that." "Will you make me a promise?" she asked, pausing to wait for my nod. "Will you promise not to do anything major without letting me know? I mean," she added,"this eighteen thing is kind of fun, but from now on I want to know about it before you do it." I agreed. "What do we do with him?" she asked, gesturing at Dan Peters. "Well," I said, "I can send him away, but I was thinking it might be fun if we let him watch -- he can see what he missed thirteen years ago." I began unbuttoning Beth's uniform blouse. "Tom," she laughed, "this is really depraved." "I know," I answered. "That's why you like it so much." With that I removed the blouse, and unhooked the lacy white bra. Beth's tits stuck straight out even as she rolled onto her back. "See what nice tits she has, Dan?" I said, turning to the immobile boy. "You could have sucked on them, just like this," I added, grabbing one breast and sucking the other into my mouth. Beth sighed as I sucked her breast and looked over at Dan, who was staring raptly, though unable to move. Then I broke my promise to her, though just in a minor way. I could tell she was enjoying the exhibitionism, but was also embarrassed by it. I told Reward to let her loosen up and join in the game. "Oh, Tom, that's good," she said. "Suck my tit. But what I really want you to do is to show Dan the pussy he could have had." I reached down and stroked her crotch through the plaid, pleated skirt, then pulled the hem up around her waist and ran my finger up and down the nylon panties, pushing them down into her crack. "Wow, she's really wet, Dan," I told the boy. "This is one hot little bitch. You should have had her -- she would have fucked you like a rabbit." "Yeah," Beth agreed throatily. "I could have been his little fuck machine -- I just wanted to spread my legs and get it on." I pulled off her panties, with her uniform still gathered around her waist. "Look at that cunt, Dan," I said, pulling Beth's legs wide open. I wiped her pussy with the panties and then put them in his hand, making his hand move the panties to his nose, so he could smell her passion. "Sorry, Dan," I told him, "that's all you get. Too bad, because you heard her -- this girl's a fuck machine." I returned my attention to Beth, sticking a finger in her pussy and beginning to stroke her. Beth was incredibly hot, as I could tell from her wetness, and as soon as my finger was in her, her hips began to move with it, fucking back at my hand. "Oh that's good, Tom, play with me." Then she got up on her elbows to look at Dan. "Look at that, Dan," she said. "Look at my pussy going up and down. Your cock could be in there instead of that finger -- I wanted your cock in my cunt." Then she looked at me. "Lay down, Tom, I'm going to show him how I wanted to suck his cock." She got over me and took my cock in her mouth, beginning one of her great blowjobs. "She's really a great cocksucker," I told Dan conversationally. "When she sucks me, if I don't watch it in just a few minutes I'm shooting right down her throat." Then I spoke to Beth. "You know, Beth, if you get between my legs and get on your hands and knees, you can put your ass and pussy right in front of his face. You know, let him see up close what he missed." Beth apparently liked the idea, because she got in position so the boy at the foot of the bed was only inches from her upthrust hips, looking down on her pert little ass and wet pussy. For extra measure, she put a hand between her legs to open her pussy lips, then stuck a finger in her fuckhole and started stroking herself. Dan's eyes were round and almost literally popping. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, despite the air conditioning blowing at full blast. "Isn't that a nice ass, Dan?" I asked. "I haven't fucked her in the butt yet, but I'm going to, soon." Beth's sped up her strokes as I said this, and her moans of pleasure as she frigged herself worked on my cock like a vibrator. I stroked into her mouth, then shot my load with a grunt. Beth got it all, but didn't swallow, instead turning and opening her mouth wide to let Dan see it filled with my sperm. Then she swallowed it with a smile, picking up the dribbles with her finger and feeding them to me. I kissed her and said, with feeling, "You know, I really do feel sorry for him, knowing that he could have had that blowjob you just gave me." "Too bad," she smiled wickedly, "but those blowjobs, the swallow ones, are just for you." I kissed her in thanks. Then she asked, "What's this about fucking me in the ass?" I grinned, a bit embarrassed at shooting off my mouth. "Just a little something I've been thinking about." "Well think again, buddy," she said, though with a smile, "nobody's getting in this ass." "It's so darn cute, though," I said, stroking it. She sighed, and said thoughtfully, "Of course, you can make me do it, can't you?" "Yes," I acknowledged, "but I won't." "Does it hurt?" "I can make it not hurt," I offered. I idly wondered what Dan thought of this conversation. She considered. "Let me think about it. But for right now, I think Dan wants to see me get it in the pussy. And I know I do." With that, she laid on the bed she shared at night with her husband. She laid crosswise, so as she was fucked by her lover, her teenage crush could watch. It was all too strange. And delicious. I lowered myself between her wide-open thighs and her hand guided my cock into her waiting vagina. She sighed with pleasure as I slowly entered, then put her arms around me and hugged me close as I reached bottom. "He's all the way in me, Dan," she said in a passion-deepened voice. "His cock is way up in my pussy, and I can feel it filling me. And do you know what he's going to do with it, Dan? He's going to fuck me. He's going to start moving it slowly in and out, and then he'll go faster, and then he'll shoot his sperm up inside me." Damn, I could almost see her as a fuck machine. She was making me hot as hell, and I did just what she said, except that I wasn't all that slow. I raised my hips up and pushed in hard, making her expel her breath in a rush. Then I did it again, and she raised her hips to meet me. After that, our hips moved in a blur, slamming into each other until she screamed her lust and I grunted hard as we both came and I filled her cunt. After a few moments I kissed her and got up. As I did, I spread Beth's legs and showed Dan my sperm leaking down her ass. "Quite a sight, isn't it, kid?" Then I made him go away. Beth and I cuddled and talked for a while. I told her I'd have to put a control on her to ensure that she didn't tell anybody about Reward. She was a bit offended that I didn't trust her, and added that she'd be an idiot to tell such a story to anybody. She was right, but I did it anyway. I told her with a grin that she could stay eighteen if she wanted, but she said she didn't think Mike would be able to take it. Then, laughing, "Maybe that's a good reason to do it." So I changed her back to thirty-one, kissed her and started to leave. "You know, Tom," she said at the door, "maybe you could give me a boob job -- I noticed just now how much my boobs have sagged since I was eighteen." "Not all that much," I smiled, "but if you want it..." "Let me think about," she said. "I've got a lot to think about." On the way to work, I asked Reward to look into Beth's mind. I had a feeling about her and I wanted to check it out. I was right. The whole scene had really turned her on, and she had been thinking about it ever since I left. She was thinking about having Dan Peters fuck her. I called her, in a sense. I don't have a cell phone in my car -- probably the last person in the ad business without one -- but I used Reward to talk with her. "Hi, Beth?" I said. "What's that, Tom, where are you?" I could picture her looking around. "In my car," I said. "I just wanted to talk to you. Beth, do you want me to send Dan back to you for a quick fuck?" "Oh no, no," she answered quickly. "Don't BS me, Beth," I answered. "I could tell, and don't worry that I'm offended or anything. I'll bet you'd have a ball, so to speak." She laughed. "Damn, Tom, did you have that Reward thing read my mind?" "No," I answered. "Well... yes. But," I added quickly, "only because I could see that that was what you wanted." She sighed. "Having a lover who can read my mind is going to be difficult," she said. "But you're right, I've been sitting here thinking about how much I wanted him back then, and now I want to see if I missed anything." "Okay," I said, "send Melissa out to play and Reward will keep her there, then you'll be eighteen again and he'll be there." "Uh, well, uh, how long can I have him?" "How long do you want him?" She laughed. "Till I milk him dry." I considered. "I guess I could make him like me - able to just keep going. The Energizer Bunny of sex." "No," she answered, "I want to see what I missed - so I want him like he really was." "Okay," I answered. "Well anyway, he's eighteen, so he ought to be good for two or three shots, I suppose." "Tom," she asked, "why are you doing this?" "Because I love you?" "You're setting me up to get fucked by another guy, because you love me?" "No, I'm setting you up to have some fun, because I love you." Long pause. "This whole thing is incredible," she said at last. "Yeah, it is," I laughed. "Have fun." ------- Chapter 21: Still Busy Like I said, it was a busy day. I had a prospect coming in to tour our offices, I had to meet with Michelle to discuss renting more space because we were growing so fast, and Sharon and I had to work on another new biz presentation we had coming up. With so much going on, I was surprised when I got my reminder call from the receptionist. "It's 12:30, Mr. Mallory," she said, "you asked me to remind you." I thanked her and told Sharon we could get together again at 2:30 to finish the job. She was a bit disappointed - I think she wanted to go to lunch with me, but I didn't have time to assuage her feelings. I went over to the Ritz-Carlton, becoming Tom O'Malley when I passed through the doors. I was to meet Ashley at 12:45 in the lobby, and she was already there when I arrived a couple minutes ahead of time. She gave me a big smile and a peck on the cheek. I gave her the choice of crossing the street for lunch at Planet Hollywood or having room service up in my suite. A hard choice for any teenager, but she opted for room service. I placed an order with the concierge and took Ashley upstairs. I don't know if the Ritz-Carlton would normally give a guest problems over taking a teenaged girl upstairs, but I told Reward to deal with it. Ashley was properly impressed with my suite and the view of Camelback Mountain from my balcony, but I managed to drag her away long enough for a quick fuck before the food arrived. When we finished, after cuddling a while and washing up, I had Reward provide robes for us. I don't normally wear a robe, but I thought Ashley might prefer it to getting dressed or eating lunch in the nude. She did, lovingly running her hands again and again over the surface of the red, pure silk garment Reward provided her. It was really great looking, and I thought about how much I'd enjoy running my own hands over it. But just then the food arrived. I had them set up the table in front of the window to the balcony, so we could get the view without the heat. Ashley hid in the bedroom while the table was set up, too embarrassed to let the waiters see her in her robe. It was a basic meat and potatoes meal, distinguished only by the setting and the company, but we both enjoyed it. The conversation covered a wide range, since we were still very much at the "getting to know you" stage. We discussed family (Tom O'Malley didn't have any, winning him great gobs of sympathy), homes (I described my beach house, which grew more elaborate the more I talked), and goals (Tom: fun and money; Ashley: love). Ashley was so impressed with my outrageous description of the house that she was practically salivating at the thought of seeing it (so was I, truth to tell). I asked her when she would be able to get away for a weekend, so she could visit me there. As soon as I said it, I realized I had strayed onto dangerous ground, since sixteen year old girls have a considerably harder time getting away for weekends than eighteen year olds. Ashley stammered around the question for a long time before I took mercy on her and changed the subject. I could see panic in her eyes though, resulting from her realization that sooner or later (and more likely sooner) she was going to have to fess up. At the end of the meal we were discussing fantasies, a subject we both danced around, me because I couldn't very well tell her all my fantasies were being fulfilled (I made something up), Ashley because the subject embarrassed her. She said she'd tell me some other time. "You know," she said teasingly, "there was something else I put off till next time." "Really?" I feigned ignorance. "And what might that be?" She came around to my side of the table and knelt in front of me. She didn't say anything, she just opened my robe and put my cock in her mouth. A girl's first blowjob is generally not a work of art, and Ashley's was no exception. The thrill is in knowing that she is willing to try something new to please her man, and that was good enough for me - next time I'd have Reward give her some technical advice. Technique seemed to be the only problem - after a tentative beginning she certainly didn't lack in enthusiasm, nearly sucking the skin off my cock. I didn't want to come in her mouth the first time, so after a while, with my dick thoroughly hard, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laid her down, opened her robe, and entered her softly. Her arms wrapped around me, hugging me near her as her hips rose up to meet my thrusts. A thing she hadn't learned yet was to wrap her legs around, something I really like - so I had Reward suggest the idea to her, and she responded by hugging my waist with her thighs and digging her heels into my butt, spurring me to bang harder into her pussy. The blowjob had brought me near to the edge, so I didn't have far to go, but I held on with Reward's help until her panting told me she was ready. Then I picked up the pace for a series of hard, fast strokes and we came together. As we lay together afterward, her head nestled under my chin, she asked me when I had to leave. "You mean you haven't had enough?" I teased. "Are you insatiable?" "Well, maybe," she replied, with a peck on my cheek. "Some day when we have a lot of time, we'll have to see what it takes to satisfy me. But really, when do you have to go?" "I've got the rest of the afternoon," I answered, which for our purposes was true. "When do you have to be home?" That reminded her, apparently, of the age question, because she didn't answer for a long time. Finally, after saying she had to be home about three, she asked, "Tom, if you found out I had lied to you about something, would you be real mad at me?" I lifted her head and placed her beside me so we could look at each other. I knew this was a time for serious talk. "Nobody likes being lied to, but whether I'd be upset would depend on the lie," I answered. "Everybody lies sometimes -- some are more serious than others." She was quiet again for a while. Then, "Yesterday, I told you I'm eighteen?" She phrased it as a question. I nodded. "Well, you see," she paused and started over. "I was afraid that, like, you wouldn't like me if you thought I was just a kid, you know?" "Uh huh." "And then just now when you were talking about going with you for a weekend, and I knew I couldn't do that, you know?" "Uh huh." "Uh, well, I'm, uh, sixteen." She cowered slightly after completing her speech, and I could tell she was relieved when I didn't scream something along the lines of "You're WHAT?" I waited a while before saying, "You know, Ashley, that's the sort of lie that could get a guy into a lot of trouble." "I'm really sorry, Tom, I just wanted to be with you." She was near to tears. "Don't worry," I said softly, lightly kissing her forehead. "It doesn't matter now - I couldn't give you up if I had to." She squealed with joy and hugged me tight. "Oh god, I've been so afraid that I finally found the right guy, and you were going to leave me." She kissed me rapidly two or three times, then squeezed me tight again. "Tom, I love you so much." We kissed and hugged for a long time. Finally she lay back on the bed and sighed. "I really wish I could spend a weekend with you." She smiled. "Part of it is that I want to see your house, but even if it was just here or anywhere," she cuddled into me again, "it would just be so cool to spend a whole night together." "Well, maybe we can work something out," I said consolingly, figuring that Reward could arrange some way to fix her parents. Turn them deaf and blind for a weekend? Probably not. "I don't think so," she said sadly. "My parents are leaving for a long weekend for some kind of convention in the fall, but they've already arranged for me to stay with my friend Sarah." "Huh?" I said inelegantly. "I'm gonna be staying with a friend of mine from school, Sarah Mallory," she explained. Oh my, I thought to myself, this could be interesting. And/or disastrous. Ashley got up then and walked out to the balcony, retying her robe. I followed. It was a beautiful view, I thought, and it would be nice to sit out here and enjoy it with Ashley for a while, if it just weren't so blasted hot. "Do you want me to cool it down?" asked Reward. Now, why didn't I think of that? "Damn right," I said, telling him to make sure Ashley didn't think anything was strange about the sudden temperature change. "Isn't it a beautiful day?" she asked, leaning back against me to look out over the valley toward the mountain. "It sure is," I said with feeling, as the temperature dropped about thirty degrees, to a comfortable eighty. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me as we enjoyed the pleasant breeze. After a while, though, the closeness had its effect, and my cock began to stir against her butt, the thin robes doing little to disguise its actions. Ashley snuggled closer against me, taking particular care to wiggle her little butt deeper into my crotch. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked coyly. "You know darn well what it is," I said, kissing her hair. "You're so sexy, I can't have you this close to me for very long without wanting to do something about it." "Aren't you the one who was calling me insatiable?" she asked teasingly, at the same time rubbing her ass against me some more. "I guess we're well matched," I said as my hands glided over the silk robe to cup her tiny breasts. The feel of the silk rubbing against her sensitive breasts had her moaning after only a few seconds (and it felt damn near as good to me). I kissed her neck and shoulders as one hand coursed down to her belly, lightly massaging her skin with the silk, while the other remained on her tit, rubbing back and forth across her nipple, bringing it quickly to rock-hard erectness. Speaking of which, she reached behind herself to wrap my cock in silk and pump it gently, the silk caressing it softly as her fist rubbed slowly up and down the length of my rod. I returned the favor by pushing a fold of silk into Ashley's pussy and gently rubbing it against her clit. She reacted like I had run an electrical charge through her, immediately stiffening, then relaxing with a sigh. "God, that's good," she breathed, "do it some more." I was only too happy to comply with her demand, and soon had her gasping with pleasure again. Finally she said weakly, "Let's go inside, I've got to have it." I had a better idea, though. I wanted to take advantage of the beauty of the scene, so I maneuvered Ashley over to the railing. She realized what I was up to and said in a panic, "We can't do it out here!" "Who's going to see us?" I answered reasonably, and bent her over the railing, pulling up the hem of her robe to reveal her softly rounded little butt. She separated her legs and I stepped between them, pulling her lips apart and slowly sliding my cock into her. Then I reached under and began rubbing her breasts again through the silk. If she had any further doubts about the propriety of our actions, this drove them totally out of her mind. Matter of fact, it drove her totally out of her mind. She grunted as I softly tweaked her nipples, then began thrusting her hips back hard against me. I hunched over her now, both of us leaning over the balcony railing looking down at the swimming pool thirty floors below as I slammed harder and harder into her cunt. (Don't try this without a Reward to protect you). I stopped. Ashley whimpered as I pulled out of her, but smiled happily when I turned her around and picked her up, easing her pussy down on my cock. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, as she plastered my lips with a huge kiss, then forced my lips apart to spear her tongue into me. I held her butt and guided her as she slammed her hips against me, fucking me with all her strength. Her breath came out in a series of little squeaks synchronized with her fucking motions. After a few moments we were about to come, and I looked around for a softer surface. I had Reward put a chair behind me and sat in it. Now she was straddled over me, her legs on the cushion of the chair. With greater support, she was able to fuck faster and harder, her hips riding my cock up and down as fast as she could go, pounding herself into a frenzy, until she could stand it no more and came with a series of yelps, collapsing on me as I sprayed her cunt full of my juice. She laid on me for a long time, just hugging me. "It feels so good," she whispered finally in my ear, "just lying here, feeling you inside me." Then she kissed my cheek and reluctantly separated us. "But I guess it's time to go." We got dressed slowly, interrupting ourselves frequently with hugs and kisses and words of love. But eventually we managed to get ourselves out of the room. A busy day. After Ashley and I had kissed our way to the door, then behaved ever so discreetly leaving the hotel, I returned to work. There Sharon and I worked some more on the presentation, Sharon being a bit pissy, I thought, and acting rather hurt about not being invited to lunch. I had arranged Sharon's mentality so that she would see having a relationship with me as advantageous to her career (besides finding me terribly sexy). Now I discovered, upon examining her thinking process after getting tired of her rotten mood, that she had taken the career advancement idea one step further. She had decided she wanted to have a career as Mrs. Mallory. My first idea was to put a quick end to any thinking of that sort. My second was to hold off. Her reaction was natural - natural in terms of building on the programming she had been given - and offered some possibilities. What if, I asked myself, I let her think I'm a prime candidate for marriage? Hold out the carrot, so to speak. Would she put more passion into our sex? If she thought I was on the line, would she attempt to pull me over, cock-first? Could be fun seeing what happened, so I decided to let her try to earn her wedding ring. Our work pretty much done, I suggested that we knock off for the day. But before Sharon left, I asked her how things were going in her latest dispute with her ex-husband. She filled me in, which gave me the opportunity to talk about my personal life. Telling Reward to have her believe every word I said, I began on a long, sad story along the lines of "my wife doesn't understand me." A little bit of truth about rotten sex got embellished into Chris being Bad Wife of the Year. Sharon listened, making sympathetic noises throughout, especially when I said, "I never thought I'd actually consider divorce, but sometimes it seems like the only thing I can do." "I'm really sorry to see anyone go through this," she said when I was finished whining. "I can sympathize -- you know the situation I was going through when I was hired here." She walked around my desk. "Maybe I can do a little something to make you feel better," she grinned as she knelt between my legs. In a moment my cock was in her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the shaft and sucked me hard for several minutes before I lifted her head and motioned for her to get up on my desk. There she hiked her skirt up to her waist as I pulled down her panties. Then she was spread wide and I was licking the juices that poured out of her pussy as her ass squirmed on the mahogany. Soon she was coming loudly enough to alert building security if Reward didn't prevent such things. As she came down, I stood over the desk and entered her in one hard stroke, bringing a quick intake of breath, then a whispered, "oh yes..." I stroked her standing over her for a while, then, as my climax neared, I lowered myself onto the desktop with her and slammed her harder and harder. Her legs closed around me as she breathed deeply, her breath pulsing in my ear. Again she came, this time a series of grunts as each wave of pleasure passed through her body, her cunt tightening around my cock and sucking out my juice. We lay locked together as our senses returned, then at last she spoke. "Tom, you know I'll do anything, absolutely anything, to help you get through this." I kissed her. "I know I can count on you, and that helps a lot." We got up from the desk and moved over to the couch, where she leaned against me for a while. Soon our hugs turned to kisses and our kisses turned to mutual masturbation, and then we were on the floor, Sharon on hands and knees, her skirt still around her waist, and I was in her again. I fondled her tits through her blouse as we fucked, and she sighed with pleasure as I stroked her more slowly this time. I stuck a finger in her ass -- I didn't think she was ready for buttfucking yet, but my finger was staking my claim. She wiggled her ass against my finger, inviting it in. When I had stroked her butt a few times, she turned her head and looked at me fondling her ass. She smiled. "If you want it, take it," she said. To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. As I said, I didn't think she was anywhere near ready for anal, and I figured she'd need prompting from Reward to ever be ready. My surprise must have shown on my face because she smiled again, almost laughing, and said, "I just want you to have all of me." No further urging was needed. I slid my cock out of her pussy and slowly inserted it in her butt. "Go slow, darling," was all she said, wincing slightly as the head entered. Aided by Reward, the entry was fairly smooth, and soon my cock was seated deep in her bowels. "Does it feel okay?" I asked. She nodded and again said, "Just go slow." I pulled out most of the way, very slowly, then reinserted, just slightly faster. Getting no objections, I repeated the action, a bit faster, meanwhile reaching under her to play with her pussy. A few more strokes, steadily faster, and she was responding, pushing her hips back against my belly with little grunts. At that point, I let go of her clit and started fucking her hard. Her butt slammed back at me as she got into her first assfuck. The tightness of her anal ring was driving me crazy and I had to spear her faster. I lowered her down so she was lying on the floor, then I reached under her to grab her tits. Now lying on top of her, I fucked down into her virgin ass, squeezing her tits hard. "Yes, Tom, that's it," she breathed. "I want all of you." I gave her all of me then, slamming my cock one more time all the way into her butt, spewing my sperm into her bowels. Later, as I walked her to her car she said, "Anything I can do for you, just ask. Anything." Like I said, a busy day. If I counted correctly, it was six fucks, three blowjobs, and one buttfuck. But I may be missing something. And I got some work done, too. As I headed home I thought I might spend a quiet evening being Emperor of China, or perhaps a feudal baron exercising my droit du signeur. ------- Chapter 22: Own Goal It's a little difficult to characterize my life as "routine", but there does come a point, even in a situation as bizarre as mine, where things settle down a bit. In the first weeks and months following my acquisition of Reward, I was like a kid in a candy store -- a kid with an unlimited budget, a voracious appetite, and good dental insurance. But there comes a point, even for a kid in a candy store, where the saturation point is reached. I now had full-scale affairs going with Beth and Sharon and, as Tom O'Malley, with Ashley. In addition, I had an occasional rendezvous with Diana (the waitress), LaShonda (the hotel maid), Heather (the hooker), and from time to time with assorted other women who attracted my attention for one reason or another. That was in the here and now. I also had my visits to the Mallory Empire (which had expanded somewhat with the conquest of a few neighboring islands and the expropriation of their women), and to other times and places. I was the dissolute son of a robber baron in 1889 New York; I owned huge plantations near New Orleans in 1850 and factories in early Victorian England; I was Emperor of China, a Roman aristocrat, a wealthy merchant in Renaissance Venice, a provincial governor under the pharaohs, and an Ottoman Bey. Among other things. I had lost count of the number of wives, mistresses, girl friends, concubines, courtesans, slaves, servants, harem girls, and assorted kept women I had in my various lives. So when I say that things had settled down to a routine, I'm speaking in relative terms. I was simply not acquiring new playmates and was concentrating (not exclusively, but mostly) on the ones I had. So I'm going to skip lightly over the next few months, in which Tom Mallory continued to have lots of fun with Beth and Sharon and the others, Tom O'Malley continued his courting of Ashley Benedict, the Great One continued to fuck his assorted wives and slaves, and my various other personae continued their various pursuits. I was having lots of fun, but for the most part what happened in those months was pretty similar to what was described in the preceding 80,000 or so words. I don't want to make you sit through another 80,000 words describing the various women I had over that time period. Besides, I know you're not interested in that kind of stuff - you're just here for the plot and character development. But a few things changed. Now that Beth was in on my secret, and had experienced the pleasures of Reward when I let her have fun with her teen crush, she wanted more of the same. I stopped over for my morning coffee and fuck the next day and asked her how Dan Peters had been. She giggled. "What would you expect from an 18-year-old boy?" she asked. "He was totally inept and totally focussed on his own crotch. But at the same time, he had lots of energy." She giggled again. "I had fun teaching him a few things." "Like what?" I prompted. "Mainly to eat pussy," she replied. "I'd just given the little bastard a hell of a blowjob, and then when I asked for reciprocity, he had the gall to make a face and say 'Eww, no way!" She laughed at the memory. "I pointed to my pussy and said, 'If you ever want another blowjob, you'll get down there and start licking - now!'" I could picture it - Dan Peters had never come up against a girl his age who had the self-assurance of an adult woman. It had to be an eye-opening experience for him. "Well, it sounds like you had fun," I said. "How many times did you get him up?" Beth raised an eyebrow. "You know, at times you can be terribly crude, Tom." But she laughed. "I got him up, and off, three times." "Not a bad day," I answered. "Did you have anything left for Mike?" "Thankfully," she laughed, "he wasn't in the market last night, or I would have really had to struggle - I was worn out." "Are you still worn out?" I asked. "Not for you, lover boy," she answered archly. So we repaired to the bedroom where we fucked and sucked and licked and nibbled and etcetera'd for the next couple of hours. Before our last fuck, she asked me to make her eighteen. I made us both eighteen, and we had a great time. When I was leaving, she asked if she could have Dan again for the rest of the day. When I asked if she'd be too tired for Mike she said, "Fuck Mike," and giggled, "or better yet, don't fuck him." I figured Mike was her problem, so I told Reward to send her Dan. "Can I watch?" I teased. "No way, pervert," she replied ungratefully. A few days later she asked for Dan again, and then it became a regular thing for a few weeks. Once or twice I felt a twinge of jealousy, but overcame it, remembering that I was fucking everything I could lay my hands on. And I'd certainly seen no sign that Beth's passion for me was decreasing - much to the contrary, in fact. After a few weeks, as we lay in bed after our morning fuck 'n' suck, Beth varied her request. "You told me one time that Dan isn't really Dan, that he's a clone Reward makes for me, and he disappears when I'm done with him, right?" "Right." "I'm not sure how that works," she said, "but I'll trust you on it." "Thanks," I replied. She repaid my jibe by sticking out her tongue. "Don't take it out unless you're planning to use it," I warned. "Shut up and be serious," she answered, but took a moment to use it anyway. "Now, to get back to the subject," she said, after giving my cock a couple teasing licks, "if I have sex with a clone, the real person just goes on as if it never happened. Right?" "Right." She paused for a long time. "And the point is... " I prompted. "I'm kind of bored with Dan, would you mind getting me somebody else?" "Got somebody in mind?" I asked. "Well... yes. You see," she said, "Mike's partner is a guy named Dave Dreiber. We see him some times, at parties and all, and he's always flirting and teasing with me." She stopped. "Just innocent stuff, playing, you know?" She looked at me, and I nodded. "And he'll joke with Mike, tell him that he's going to steal me away from him and like that." I nodded again. "Well... I've wondered sometimes if maybe there was something behind the kidding. And at one time," again she paused, then rushed on, "this was before you, of course," again I nodded. "Anyway, at one time I sort of hoped he would try something." "But he never did." She sighed. "So we saw him at a party last night, and he started the same routine again, and I thought to myself," she flashed a wicked grin, "I thought I'd like to get him alone in a room and tell him to put up or shut up." She laughed. "Of course I can't do that. But I can do it with his clone, can't I?" "Sure," I said. "Sounds like fun. Can I watch?" "You goddamn pervert," she hit me with a pillow, "you're always wanting to watch." "One of these days you'll let me," I replied. "Is this like one of these days I'm gonna let you fuck me in the ass?" "Kind of," I replied, reaching out to stroke the body part in question. Actually I didn't have any great interest in watching Beth get fucked - voyeurism isn't one of my things - but I enjoyed teasing her about it. Her ass, on the other hand, was something I very much wanted. But I was still willing to wait for it. It wasn't to be today, however. Beth enjoyed the stroking, but returned to the subject at hand. "So can I have Dave?" She reminded me of my daughter asking for a dress. "Okay," I said, but though I had been planning to leave I decided to extract a price. "That will be one blowjob, please - the super deluxe." "Since when do I have to pay?" she asked in mock dismay, but seemed quite happy as her lips settled around my cock. One super deluxe blowjob later, I kissed Beth good-bye at the front door, and told her Reward would have Dave Dreiber waiting in her bedroom when she got back there. And so things went, on into the early fall. The kids were back in school, the temperatures were down under a hundred, and I was spending this Saturday as many parents do - sitting in the bleachers in a park, watching a bunch of kids playing soccer. Specifically, watching the Heatwave play the Eagles. The Heatwave being the team that featured Thomas Mallory, Jr. at midfield. I use "featured" as only a father can use it, because, truth to tell, Thomas was not the best of soccer players. He was good but inconsistent - flashes of real talent alternated with mediocrity and the occasional bonehead mistake. As he matures and cuts down on the errors, he may turn into a good solid player. But maybe I'm overly optimistic. Anyway, today was one of the bad days. Not just for Thomas, but for the team - Thomas was playing down to the level of most of his teammates, who were lucky to be behind only 4-2 with about ten minutes to go. There was only one really good player on Thomas's team, Brandon Liggett, a forward. Soccer talent seemed to run in the Liggett family - his brother, Jason, was the star player at Sarah's high school and was being recruited by several colleges. His older sister, Natalie, had been all-state when at the high school, was now the big star at ASU, and was, according to the paper, a strong candidate for the national team. At this moment, she was seated behind me. There were only about a dozen of us in the bleachers. Most of the parents had brought lawn chairs, but I, as usual, had forgotten mine. Also at this moment, down on the field, another Heatwave attack fizzled out as Thomas, under no pressure at all, made a really dumb pass into a group of Eagle defenders, totally ignoring Brandon Liggett, who was all alone on the left, cutting toward the goal. "Jesus Christ!" I heard behind me. "If he can't pass any better than that, they oughta yank him." Now, my outlook toward kid sports is to not take anything too seriously. They're just having fun, and while we all like to win, we can wait until they're older before we begin demanding too much of them. (I admit I don't always live up to this philosophy, having yelled in agony at some bad calls, but I mostly try to let it guide me). I'm also, I think, fairly typical of parents, in that I don't much like public criticism of my kid - even, as in this instance, when it's valid. I turned and said, "They're just kids." I was ready to leave it at that, but as I turned back to the field she said coldly, "Too bad if I insulted your kid, but if he can't play the game he ought to stop screwing it up for the ones who can." I did not take kindly to this remark. I always dislike rudeness, and rudeness coupled with nastiness about my kid is a combination guaranteed to set off fireworks. "Don't you think it's about time you put soccer into perspective?" I asked, perhaps not nicely. She sneered, an ugly look on an attractive face. Up to this moment, I had thought of her merely as an immature jock with an exaggerated sense of her own importance. Now, I took a really active dislike to her. I made the rest of the world ignore us. "Now you're going to apologize for that remark, you arrogant little bitch, or I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life." I could see a bit of fear enter her eyes as she realized that she had crossed a line with me. But she was, as I had called her, arrogant. She wasn't about to back down. "Shove it, jerk," was all she said. It was all I needed. "I think I will shove it," I said evenly. "Up your ass." She looked around nervously at the others in the bleachers and the people standing nearby. No one, of course, was paying us the slightest attention - they were watching the field, where the Heatwave, after a series of brilliant moves by Thomas Mallory, Jr., had just scored. "You leave me alone, asshole," she said in a louder voice, intended to attract the attention of people nearby. Nobody heard her. I moved next to her and grabbed her t-shirt, ripping it off her with a single pull. She screamed, but again no one heard. I pushed her down on the bleacher seat with one hand, pulling her bra off with the other. She resisted, but confusion made her weak - why, she was asking herself, did no one help her? She was lying back now, her eyes filled with terror, as my hand reached for her shorts and ripped them away. She screamed again, an ear-shattering screech. But nobody heard, their attention focussed on the field where Thomas Mallory, Jr. had just cut between two defenders and passed perfectly to Brandon Liggett, who scored on a header to tie the game with three minutes remaining. Her scream did have an effect, however. On me - it brought me to my senses. I had wanted to humble this girl, but violence was too much. I almost let her go, but then I looked at her again. Her tanned, muscled body lay open before me - her small, hard tits sticking up, her long legs stretching out. Well, I'm not going to rape her, I said to myself, but as long as we're here... So Reward made her pussy itch for me, and her legs spread out wide. "C'mon, man, fuck me," she muttered, her eyes closed. "I really need it." She was hot as hell, but I had Reward turn up the heat a bit more, and she dug both hands into her cunt as her legs shot up high. "Fuck me, dammit," she screamed, now looking straight at me and pulling her cunt wide open. "Ask nicely," I answered. She let out a high-pitched whine. "Oh god," she said, "please fuck me. Please!" I slid my cock into her tight, hot, wet fuckhole, and slammed as hard as I could until it entered her womb and our crotches ground against each other. "Yeah!" she exclaimed. "Do it again." I didn't waste any time with her - I wanted to watch the end of the game. Reward had turned the volume so high on her that it didn't take much. She started her orgasm on my third stroke and screamed until I finished shooting her full of baby juice. (I thought for a second of making her pregnant, but decided to hold off pending future improvement in her attitude). The game went into overtime, the Heatwave winning in the opening minutes as Thomas Mallory, Jr. intercepted an Eagle pass, dribbled through multitudes of defenders, and drove a perfect shot past the helpless goalie. Meanwhile, Natalie was cleaning our juices off my cock. As we walked to the parking lot, Thomas and Brandon and the other boys excitedly chattered about the amazing turnaround that had brought them the victory, and everyone was cheering their new hero, Thomas. Natalie looked at me strangely, knowing something was strange, but unable to even put the questions into words. "You know you still need to be punished, Natalie," I said to her in full hearing of everyone. She looked around, but no one paid any attention to my words. "I didn't rape you and I let you enjoy the fuck - boy, you came like a madwoman, didn't you?" She nodded dumbly, still confused. "Anyway, I think any guy you have a conversation with, more than a couple sentences, I want you to offer him a blowjob." The idea amused me, and I elaborated. "You probably ought to start with your father, when you get home." I enjoyed the look of shock on her face. "And if any of them ask for more - another blowjob, a fuck, whatever - you'll give it to them. Then we'll talk next week to see if you learned your lesson. Okay?" I smiled at her as she nodded, dumbstruck, as Thomas and I got in our van. Somehow, she knew she was going to do exactly these outrageous things that I demanded. I told Reward, meanwhile, to make certain that no one thought there was anything strange in being offered a blowjob by Natalie Liggett. I'd have hated for her to get in trouble with her father. We passed them in the parking lot as they were entering their van, and I rolled down the window. "Remember, Natalie," I shouted, "blowjobs for everybody." Brandon smiled and waved as we left. Natalie just stared, after looking around to see if anybody had heard. On the way home, Thomas and I talked about the game and his amazing exploits toward the end. He was very full of himself of course, certain that he was now destined for a career in the MLS, if not one of the top European leagues. I felt a little guilty about using Reward to fix a kids' soccer game, and felt a twinge of guilt also about cheating the kids on the Eagles out of a win they deserved. Funny what anger will do to us - we lose sight of everything else as we try to avenge ourselves. Still, it was a relatively small thing, and I resolved not to do it again. Meanwhile, I was also laughing inside about the concept of blowjobs for everybody. It would make a good campaign slogan, I thought. Bill Clinton would probably vote against himself if I were running on that platform - "life, liberty, and blowjobs for all." Had a ring to it. During the week, I was occupied with a lot of other things, so I pretty much forgot about Natalie. On Saturday, however, when Thomas was getting ready for the game, I remembered that I'd see Natalie there and get her report. On the way to the game Thomas was really excited. I figured that the adrenaline was pumping after his performance the previous week. Little did I know. When we got to the game and the kids were warming up, I saw that Natalie wasn't in the stands. She had brought a chair and was seated on the sideline, in the middle of a group of parents. One might almost think she was trying to avoid me. I had forgotten my chair, but I had Reward set one up next to her, moving the others aside. She looked around as she saw the chairs move. "How did you do that?" she asked as I sat down. "You don't need to know," I assured her. "So how was your week?" I asked, meanwhile nodding hello to the coach's wife, who sat beside me. "It was the weirdest thing I ever experienced," she said, still confused. "What's happening to me?" "Just a normal growing phase girls go through," I said with a reassuring pat on her arm. "So how many cocks did you suck?" "A lot," she said. At which point she reached her limit on conversation with me, and the offer was triggered. "Would you like a blowjob?" she asked with a smile. "That would be very nice, thank you," I answered gratefully, pulling down my zipper and opening my legs. She knelt in front of me and pulled out my cock, starting with a few exploratory licks. "Oh, is she going to give you a blowjob?" asked the coach's wife. "Yes," I replied, though I would have thought it was rather obvious. Still, she was just making conversation - we were all a little bored waiting for the game to begin. I reciprocated, as my cock disappeared into Natalie's mouth. "You know," I said, "so many people say that kids today are selfish and inconsiderate, but I think that Natalie here is an excellent example of the thoughtfulness of so many young people." The coach's wife and several other parents nearby nodded in agreement. "I mean," I added as Natalie's lips began to ride up and down my shaft while her tongue tickled the head of my cock, "here we are waiting for the game to start, and Natalie could see I was bored, so she very thoughtfully offered me a blowjob." "She's really to be commended," said Mrs. Greco, the goalie's grandmother. "Not just for her thoughtfulness, but for the quality of the blowjob. She's really doing quite a job." Again everyone agreed, especially me, as I shot my load into Natalie's mouth. She swallowed it all, then licked my cock clean and put it neatly back in my pants. "That was very good, honey," said Mrs. Greco, as Natalie finished. "Perhaps you'd like your pussy licked?" I suggested. "I'm sure Natalie would be glad to." "That would be nice," the grandmother replied, "if it's not too much trouble, honey?" "Of course not, Mrs. Greco," Natalie said with a big smile. She spent well into the second half sucking cocks and pussies all along the Heatwave sideline. When she finished, I had her get down in front of me and pull down her shorts so I could fuck her doggy-style. The position allowed us to continue to watch the game. The Heatwave parents, you may safely assume, were a very happy group, only in part because our kids were ahead 5-1. Thomas wasn't playing like he had at the end of the last game, but I had had Reward keep his concentration up, and he was playing very solidly, with few errors. After I finished fucking her, Natalie cleaned out her pussy with tissues generously loaned by the coach's wife, then pulled up her shorts and sat next to me. "So," I said as she sat down, "before we were interrupted, I think I had asked you how many cocks you had sucked." "Before today?" she asked with a laugh. "I guess I just added six or eight more, and I don't know how many pussies." She closed her eyes to think. Then shook her head. "I don't know - a bunch. My father, both my brothers, a bunch of guys at school, my English prof, a TA in history, my coach..." she paused and concentrated. "There was a guy at the gas station who asked me which way Indian School Road was." She laughed. "He was a fat guy, real shy - I think I made him very happy." Then she paused. "Mr. Mallory, I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't do anything about it..." I looked at her quizzically. "On Tuesday," she went on, "your wife couldn't get to the park to pick up Thomas after practice, so she called me and asked me to pick him up when I got Brandon. So I did and, , , well, when I was driving Thomas home I asked him if he wanted a blowjob..." Omigod, I thought. "So did you... ?" She blushed. "Well, he said yes, so..." I just nodded. "And, , , " she paused, then went on. "Then on Thursday, I guess he told his Mom not to pick him up, so I took him home again, and he asked me, so... well, you know." "Uh-huh." She went on. "He fucked me, too. Twice." Holy shit. This whole damn thing was a big joke. Up to now. No wonder Thomas was so excited - he thought he might get laid again after the game. Natalie was looking at me fearfully, afraid I'd punish her further. But I knew whose fault this was. "I'm sorry," she said. "Not your fault," I replied. "Mr. Mallory..." she began. "Of course I'm releasing you," I said. "Don't worry about it." Then I added, "I'm sorry." "Well, I'm sorry too, for the way I acted last week," Natalie said. "But I have a favor to ask you." "Sure," I said. "Uh, I don't like the doing everybody thing," she said. I nodded. "But I sort of like some of it." She paused to collect her thoughts. "I don't know what sort of power you have," she went on, "I don't understand it. But somehow you made people just act like it was normal when I sucked them." She looked at me and again I nodded. "Well, some of them, I like that." I asked her to be more specific. She blushed but said, "I really liked it when my dad fucked me. And my brother Jason - he and I have been spending the night together the last few nights. He's really great. And my mom watched, and then she licked out my pussy." She looked away, then back at me. "Can you let that keep going?" she asked. I told her I'd keep the family fuck going. She thanked me and promised me blowjobs on demand for life. The game was ending. As we collected the kids and walked to the parking lot, Thomas and Brandon looking wide-eyed at Natalie and exchanging glances, she pulled me aside. "About Thomas," she asked, "if he wants to fuck me, should I let him?" How does a father answer that question? "If your 11-year-old son wants to fuck me, is it okay with you?" "No," I said, "I think I'll put him on hold for a while." She smiled prettily. "Okay. Well, when he's ready, let me know. He's pretty good." Then she and Brandon wandered off to their van, Brandon studying her ass with interest. Thomas asked if he could go over to the Liggett's house instead of coming home, but I told him we were needed at home. On the way there, I had Reward wipe the episode out of the boy's memory. What a fuck-up. ------- Chapter 23: Odds And Ends Other than the soccer fiasco, things were going pretty well in my various lives. The Mallory Empire was growing, happy, and prosperous; my other lives in various historical periods were doing well; Tom O'Malley and Ashley Benedict were deeply in love. My life (Tom Mallory's, that is) was going well on most fronts. The soccer thing we've discussed, but I fixed that and after a week or so, Thomas seeming okay, I was able to put it out of my mind for the most part. (Nonetheless, for the remainder of the season I usually saw Natalie at the games on Saturdays, and we generally had a fuck or two). My sexual relationship with Chris didn't improve any unfortunately -- if anything we were growing more distant, sexually and otherwise. Work was going great, of course. The agency was booming, and everybody there thought I was great. Given the results, nobody dared question my somewhat unusual work habits. Sharon and I were having a lot of fun together -- our out of town trips were fun -- but she was becoming a bit insistent about marriage. Still not openly demanding anything, but asking not-so-subtle questions about my relationship with Chris and the likelihood of divorce. Beth on the other hand could care less about marriage, mine or hers, as long as she got fucked well and often. She preferred that it be with me, but really any dick would do. In short, her passion for sex continued to grow, and she was now asking for a variety of clones to service her on an almost daily basis. So, having given you all of this in digest form, I suppose I ought to fill in some details on at least some of these things, so you'll be up to date on what was happening that fall. It was a couple weeks after the soccer game that Ashley spent the weekend with us. A few days after Ashley had told Tom O'Malley about the weekend, Chris had mentioned it to me. "Oh, by the way," she said as we were sitting down for dinner, "I forgot to mention -- Ashley's mom called the other day and asked if she could spend the weekend with us when they go out of town this fall -- late October I think. I told her it's okay." "Ashley who?" I asked. I was taking no chances. Sarah rolled her eyes, as teenagers are wont to do whenever their parents speak. "Ashley Benedict -- you know, Sarah's friend," Chris said, as to a slow child. "Oh, sure," I answered, with sudden comprehension. "So why's she staying with us?" Chris explained that they were going to Ashley's father's annual sales conference or trade show or whatever. I never got real clear on the details -- perhaps because I didn't much care. I really didn't know the Benedicts very well, having just met them once or twice at school functions. I didn't have any idea what Ashley dad's did for a living, or even what his name was. Anyway, I officially knew at that point that Ashley was spending the weekend with us. And now the big weekend had arrived. The Benedicts were to be gone Thursday afternoon through Monday morning, so Ashley arrived after school on Thursday. When I got home, she and Sarah were in Sarah's room, supposedly doing their homework. Of course, they were actually on the phone, which is how they spent most of the rest of the evening, with a short break for dinner. Friday night when I got home, I learned that the girls were going to a football game, to be followed by a dance at the school. Except that Ashley wasn't too enthused about going to the dance. Through dinner they bantered back and forth. "C'mon, Ashley, I need you there," wheedled Sarah. "I just don't think I'll have any fun," Ashley replied. "I don't like any of the guys there." "Ashley's got a secret lover," Sarah explained to the rest of us. "Sarah!" Ashley expostulated, blushing. "Everybody at school's wondering who it is," Sarah went on, enjoying her friend's discomfiture. "Marissa saw them together at the mall - she said he's really cute." Ashley had now turned several shades darker, and I decided she needed rescuing. "So why do you need Ashley at the dance?" I asked, to change the subject. Ashley jumped at the opportunity to turn the tables and embarrass Sarah. "She wants me to help her with Jason, because I know him better than she does." I thought I knew the boys Sarah was interested in. But of course at that age, the field changes rapidly. "Who's Jason?" I asked. Now Thomas piped in. "Jason Liggett, Brandon's brother," he said. "Sarah met him at one of our games, and she's been all hot ever since." "Thomas, don't talk like that about your sister," said Chris. "Yeah, you little twerp," Sarah added. So Sarah was interested in Jason Liggett, who was spending his nights fucking his sister. As a traditional father, which I was, I wasn't sure if I was happy about the prospect of my daughter being involved with somebody as sexually experienced as Jason was no doubt rapidly becoming. On the other hand, if he was getting his rocks off with Natalie, maybe he'd be relatively harmless around Sarah. I'd just have to watch the situation. "Tell you what," Thomas taunted, "for a price, I'll have Brandon set you up with Jason." "You say a word to Brandon and I'll kill you," Sarah hissed. This exchange continued for a while until, Thomas and Sarah having temporarily exhausted their venom toward each other, the conversation returned to the dance, with Ashley finally giving in and agreeing to accompany Sarah. The girls had permission to be out until midnight. Sarah was fairly reliable about such things, occasionally stretching a limit by fifteen minutes or so. On the other hand, it was extremely unlikely they'd be early. Therefore, when we got Thomas to bed at nine, and I saw at 9:30 that he was actually asleep, I decided to try one of my plans on Chris. I recalled the effect on Lisa, my first Reward conquest, when we had watched a porn movie together. I had decided that perhaps a little porn might loosen up Chris a little. I had therefore rented one at a nearby store -- nothing too far out, no gangbangs or bondage or other kinky stuff. Chris was in the family room, reading, when I came in and inserted the tape in the VCR. "Hey, Chris, I thought you might have some fun with this," I said as I set the TV to the right channel. She looked up as the video started to play. As the ads came on and she realized what type of tape it was, she made a face and said, "Tom, are you serious? A porn movie?" "I thought you might get a kick out of it," I said a bit defensively. "You've never seen one, have you?" "Never wanted to," she said, but settled back to watch. The plot, to the extent that any porno flick can be said to have a plot, was the classic casting couch thing. The guy was a porno movie producer who was casting his next epic, and a succession of beautiful young women came into his office to audition. End of plot. After about ten minutes of this, as the second applicant was auditioning by showing off her grasp of the doggie position, I began to realize that my idea was a flop. Chris was getting nothing out of this. Instead of arousal, her only reactions were snide comments about the movie, the actresses, and the silly plot. Then another actress entered the producer's office, saw what was going on, and immediately doffed her clothes. Chris commented about the absurdity of her actions and her terrible acting. However, when the newcomer kissed the other actress, and then began licking her pussy, Chris exploded. "That's disgusting!" she exclaimed. Then, working hard to keep her voice calm, she said to me, "Tom, I don't care if you enjoy this kind of stuff - that's fine - but I can't stand to watch it." She walked to the door. "Just make sure you put it away where the kids can't find it." Then she was gone. So much for that idea. Unfortunately, the movie had had its intended effect on me, and I had a raging hard-on. I hadn't masturbated in a long time, but as the movie continued, I opened my pants and began stroking my dick. But then I decided to move the movie into my family room and make myself the star. Immediately one of the actresses was sucking my cock as the other licked her pussy. I didn't like all the cameras and lights, though - too much distraction and heat. I made the situation "real life" - the women were actresses trying out for a part in a porn movie, instead of being actresses in a porn movie playing actresses trying out for a porn movie (if you can follow that sentence). The one sucking my cock, and doing a pretty poor job of it, was a young latina, about nineteen, with fairly large but natural breasts on a curvy frame, with the hips of a babymaker. The other was an overdone blonde with absurd fake tits. "Hey, girl," I said, getting into the producer role, "suck it like you mean it." "Fuck, man," she whined, "I can't do this straight - you told me you'd have some stuff for me." Why not? I'm not into drugs, but these were clones - I had Reward pump the maximum "safe" dosage of crack into her. Suddenly her lips tightened on my cock, and she began sucking like her life depended on it. The pneumatic blonde, meanwhile, got her dose and started really digging into the latina's cunt. Now I began stroking into her mouth, but she moved away, saying, "Take it easy, man, I don't like it like that." Suddenly my anger and frustration with Chris's constant rejections and evasions seemed focussed on this poor drug-addled pornster who didn't like me fucking her face. "You'll like it any way I want to do it, bitch," I snarled. She looked at me with surprise and a bit of apprehension. Then, without speaking, she started sucking again. But I was still angry. "Turn around, bitch," I told her. "This part has an anal scene - I want to buttfuck you." "I don't do anal," she said, again recalcitrant. "Shut up, you stupid cunt," I said, a little surprised at my own words, but still getting a kick out of it. "Turn around." She tried to resist but couldn't. Slowly she turned. "I don't like this," she whined. "You, bimbo," I spoke to the blonde. "On your back and spread your legs. She's gonna eat your cunt while I'm fucking her." The blonde did as told, while the latina repeated herself. "I don't like this," she said as she got in the doggie position and began licking the blonde's bald pussy. "I really care," I said as I positioned my cock at her butthole, then drove forward into her rectum. She grunted as I entered, then cried out, "Goddamn, it hurts!" Reward, knowing what I wanted, provided just enough lubrication to let me move. I slammed into her ass again, getting another grunt from her. She didn't scream or cry, but just whined as I worked my cock in and out of her tight butt, slamming her harder and harder with each stroke. The blonde, wanting the latina's tongue, grabbed her head and buried the poor girl's face deep in her cunt. I sped up my strokes and the girl's legs collapsed under the assault. She fell, her face in the blonde's cunt, her ass being pounded as my cock drove into her like a piston. At last I came, filling her ass full of my sperm. I collapsed on top of her as she whimpered into the blonde's pussy. When I got off her, both my lust and my anger sated, I made them disappear, too embarrassed by my rage to keep them around. Then I went to sleep in the spare room. Chris never said anything about the night's events, but it was a major turning point in our relationship. Up to then, even if she usually turned down my sexual overtures, she was at least polite and sometimes even apologetic about it. The next few times I approached her, however, I received just a flat "No." I stopped asking. The girls, when they managed to drag themselves out of bed Saturday at nearly noon, were full of talk about the dance. Apparently Sarah had managed, with Ashley's help, to spend most of the evening with Jason Liggett. She was eagerly anticipating a call from him, and once again threatened Thomas's life when he mock-innocently offered to call Brandon and see if Jason was planning to call. I warned Thomas with a look and he prudently retreated to watch cartoons. I read the paper while the girls chattered. "He really seems to be close with his sister these days," Ashley commented. "He kept talking about her. I didn't think he liked her any more than Thomas likes you," she added with a grin. Sarah shrugged, "They're both like totally into soccer." "Well now I think he's totally into Sarah," Ashley said with a laugh. "Not too totally, I hope," I commented from behind my paper. "Oh, Mr. Mallory, I'm sorry," Ashley said with an embarrassed giggle. "I forgot you were there." I smiled at her to ease her embarrassment, but the girls quickly gathered up their food and headed into Sarah's bedroom (a violation of the no-food-in-the-bedroom rule) where they could talk more freely. Later, when Thomas and I were getting ready to leave for the soccer field, Sarah and Ashley asked to come along, Sarah presumably thinking that Jason might be at the game. But just as we were leaving, Chris hollered out that Sarah had a call. When she asked who it was and got the answer that it was Jason, she and Ashley flew off, all thoughts of soccer forgotten. Thomas and I left for the game with Thomas shaking his head in wonderment at the weirdness of girls. When we returned from the soccer game (Heatwave 3, whomever they played 1), the girls had moved out to the pool. It was late enough in the fall that, even in Phoenix, it wasn't swimming weather. Actually, it was warmer than summer in many parts of the country, but Phoenicians get so used to real heat that most of them won't swim if the temp drops significantly below a hundred. Today was about eighty. This reminded me that I had intended to call someone about heating the pool, so we could swim year-round. I decided to have Reward install it. So I walked outside to let the girls know that the new heaters had been installed, in case they wanted to swim. As it was, they were just lying on the lounges, sunning themselves. What a magnificent sight. Ashley I've described for you before. Today her slender, willowy body was encased in a small but reasonably modest black two-piece. The straps of the top were undone to allow her back to tan without lines as she lay on her belly, her arms tight against her sides to hide her breasts. Sarah was kneeling on the deck next to Ashley, leaning over to spread lotion on her friend's back. Her red bikini bottoms, skimpy enough under any circumstance, were riding down, revealing much of her crease. I've mentioned before that my daughter is attractive, but perhaps I should offer a bit more detail. She has light brown hair that reflects golden highlights in certain light, lightly tanned skin that also glows with health and youth. Her face is in the classical mold, with a long straight nose, wide-set gray eyes, and full lips. She stands about five-six and weighs, at a guess, about 120 or so. In the previous year she had begun to pass from adolescence to adulthood, at least physically. Her hips had widened, her buttocks had rounded, and now, as she turned at the sound of my approach, I was intensely aware that her breasts had become those of a woman. Her bikini top showed more breast than it covered, and much more than I had known she had. The thin material also revealed her largish nipples. Coupled with that delightfully teasing rear cleavage, even a father could be forgiven for noticing that she was not just attractive, but extremely desireable. I cleared my throat, nervous about the reaction I had felt. That's Sarah, you horny bastard, I said to myself. I told the girls about the new heaters, and they responded enthusiastically, Sarah showing no surprise about the fact that there had been no workmen around. They decided to swim a bit to try things out. I went inside to avoid staring at my daughter, although as she stood up to walk to the pool, I couldn't avoid noticing her long, shapely legs. I quickened my pace into the house, turning around only to see Ashley's slender body spear into the water in a perfect dive. It wasn't a hot day, but I needed to cool down. I grabbed a beer and headed into the family room to watch a college game on TV. I didn't even know who was playing, but I needed to do something to get my mind off those perfect bodies outside. Football wasn't the solution, I found (though that might have been because it was a crummy game). I wandered to the window and looked out at the pool. The girls had been swimming for the ten or fifteen minutes I tried to watch football and now were settling down again on the lounge chairs, their wet bodies glistening in the sunlight, and their suits clinging to them. I was hard again. I decided a trip to the Mallory Empire might relieve the pressure in my crotch. The Empire, as mentioned, had been prospering and expanding with the conquest of a few neighboring islands. This of course had brought in more women to serve as wives and/or slaves for my followers and me. My own household had increased significantly. The subjects had honored me on the occasion of one of our victories by presenting me with another wife, a sweet-faced little thing in her mid-teens whom I knocked up on our wedding night. Three of my wives were now pregnant, as were a couple of my thirty or so slaves. Time moved at a different pace in the Empire, of course, since by leaving Phoenix for fifteen minutes I could spend a month there. Actually, I seldom spent much more than a week or so at a shot, but enough time had passed that Parpar, the first of my wives to get pregnant, was now at eight months. When I first started commuting between the Mallory Empire and the Here and Now, I would tell people there that I'd be back later. Then I realized that since time didn't move while I was gone, unless I wanted it to, they never noticed I was gone. Eventually, I began making the transitions at night, leaving when everyone was asleep, returning in the morning. Since I was usually horny when I arrived, I often celebrated my arrival by waking a wife or slave by sticking my cock in some orifice or the other. Which is what I did now. As I "awakened", I rose off the mat where I had spent the night between the very pregnant Parpar and her mother. I looked around the room at the sleeping bodies to pick out a nice-looking hole. After a quick scan, I settled on Bonor, the late Shar-El's youngest wife, whom I had chosen as one of my personal slaves. At this moment, Bonor was lying mostly on her belly, slightly on her side, in a corner of the large hut, her delightful little butt poking up due to her position. As I looked at her, and contemplated the stupidity of never having gotten around previously to fucking that ass, she shifted and poked it up further. I took it as a sign. I walked across the room, settling beside the sleeping girl and stroking the smooth, tight skin of her butt. I hated to awaken her because she looked so peaceful and beautiful in her sleep, but then I realized that I could have Reward keep her asleep. It might be interesting to have someone sleep through a fuck. I instructed Reward to keep Bonor asleep, then slipped a finger through the tight ring of the girl's asshole. She wiggled her ass slightly, whether to escape the finger or to seat it more deeply I couldn't be sure at first, though eventually the smile that came to her sleeping face gave me the answer. I stroked her asshole slowly with first one finger, then two, as I reached around her sleeping form to play with her tit. Again her smile and a murmur of pleasure told me that she was having what was probably one of the more pleasurable dreams of her life. I kept up the tit-play and the probing of her rectum for several minutes, then rolled her over flat on her belly, pulling her legs apart to expose her butt to me completely. Slowly then I lowered myself onto the sleeping girl, pushing my cock gently into her virgin butt. She groaned slightly as the head of my cock opened the resisting tissue, but then settled down after the head was fully in. Slowly but steadily I pushed forward into the delicious tightness of her rectum, until my crotch rested against the firm softness of her cheeks. I lay motionless on her for a few moments, savoring the always delightful feeling of penetrating a girl's hole for the first time. Then she stirred slightly as her dream excited her, and her ass wiggled, urging me on. I responded, lifting slightly off her to look down at our juncture, my cock buried deep in her young ass, the tight ring stretched to the max around my gigantic cock, her beautiful brown cheeks spread wide. I pulled slowly out, watching my cock pull the inner membrane of her rectum out with it, then pushing it back in again. I repeated this several times, and Bonor began to respond to her wet dream, pushing her ass back, begging to be taken by her master. After a few slow strokes, I lowered myself down to lie on the dreaming girl and began to push into her more fiercely. As I pounded down on her virgin ass, she groaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back. I grabbed her small tits and squeezed hard on the nipples as I slammed faster into her, then picked up the pace for a few, final, savage strokes, finally coming with a series of long spurts into her waiting bowels. I lay on her a few moments, enjoying the feel of her ass on my deflating cock, before kissing her, still smiling with her happy dream, and rising off her. As I arose, I saw that Parpar was now awake and had been watching us. "Did you enjoy her ass, husband?" she asked with a smile. "It was very good," I answered, as my wife moved her swollen body to kneel in front of me to clean off the residue of my fuck with her tongue. The next couple weeks went nicely in the Empire. My council was doing a good job of running things with only minimal input from The Great One, which gave me plenty of time to lie under palm trees, play in the surf, mystify the kids with magic that was truly magic, and fuck. Pretty much the ideal life. When I'd been there two weeks, Parpar went into labor, and the village was gripped by excitement as The Great One's first-born was awaited. I myself waited outside the hut with some of my friends - the concept of husbands being present at birth had not caught on in these parts. Parpar was inside being attended by the village midwife and a few of my other women. Meanwhile we swapped stories and waited for news. As we sat, I noticed Kanala sitting alone on a side porch, looking unhappy. I excused myself and joined her. "Why are you sad, Kanala?" She turned her big, sad eyes to me. "I'm sorry, husband," she said, tears starting up. "It's wrong of me. I should be happy that your child is being born, and happy for Parpar, but I wanted to have your first child, and I'm still not pregnant." She looked at me more intently. "I want to be a good wife, and bear you many children." I remembered my first day in the Empire, the first time I had fucked Kanala, she had begged me to make her pregnant. Perhaps I should have let her be the first, since she had been the first to ask. It also occurred to me that I ought to have a steady stream of pregnant wives and slaves. I do enjoy pregnant women - I like their shapes and I like the increased passion they so often seem to exhibit. I decided it might be a good idea to make one of my women pregnant on perhaps a monthly basis, so I always had one at various stages to enjoy. I kissed Kanala and told her I loved her and that she was a good wife and that I would give her a baby. She threw her arms around me and kissed me gratefully, asking, "When? When?" "How about now?" I asked, lowering her to the porch and instructing Reward to screen out the world. "Here?" she asked, looking around, seeing people walking by only yards away. "Remember that you're with The Great One," I said with a laugh. "We can do anything we please." With that I unhooked her skirt and opened it. She smiled at me and spread her legs wide. "My husband can always do anything he pleases with me," she smiled, reaching into her crotch and pulling her pussy lips wide apart. I plunged into her pussy with my tongue, spearing it far up her vagina. She writhed with pleasure as I swabbed the insides of her fuckhole, then began bucking wildly as I gradually lengthened my tongue. She exploded in orgasm as it reached into her womb. When she came down, she kissed me and thanked me, saying, "A wife should ask for nothing more if she can have that. I'm selfish to ask for babies, too." We kissed again, then she knelt in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. She licked the entire length of the cock, up one side and down the other, pausing to swirl her tongue around the head several times, then sucked my balls. Then she pushed me down and spread my legs farther apart so she could spear her tongue into my asshole a few times, before returning her attention to my cock, now taking it deep into her mouth. When she had sucked me into prime hardness I pulled her away from me reluctantly, saying, "That's not the way to get pregnant, Kanala." I lowered her onto her back, and she pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them as wide as they would go. "Give me your baby, husband," she whispered huskily. I placed myself over her and she reached out a hand to guide my huge cock into her tiny cunt. I remembered back to that first time, when I had taken her almost like a virgin, she was so tight. Although I had had her many times since then, I still had to enter her slowly. Once I was in all the way however, she hugged me tightly to her, wrapping her arms and legs around me and whispering in my ear, "I feel you all the way inside me - put your seed there." She relaxed her hold on me enough to let me begin pumping her, using her feet to drive my cock into her harder as I built up speed. It took us only a few minutes to be pounding each other as hard as we could, her cunt driving up at me as hard as my cock was driving into her. When the spasms began to ripple through her body, I drove my cock deep into her one more time and dropped my load of sperm in her womb. I didn't know where she was in her ovulation cycle, but I told Reward to put a baby in her. Parpar presented me with a beautiful little girl that day. I had to remind myself in my joy that these were, after all, just clones, and that none of this was happening in the real world. When I got back to the real world, though, and looked out the window at the two beautiful girls lying there sunning themselves, I discovered that the two weeks of fucking I'd done in the last five or six minutes had done nothing to take the edge off my lust. ------- Chapter 24: Backyard Sex I'm not going to castigate myself too much about the feelings I was having about my daughter. I believe that we don't have a lot of control over what we feel, we are responsible only for those feelings that we act on. I also don't think it's all that unusual for a man to have lustful thoughts about a daughter -- such thoughts, if controlled, are simply manifestations of an awareness that the daughter is growing up and (in Sarah's case, at least) becoming beautiful. So I simply acknowledged that I had the thoughts, with the assurance that I would of course do nothing about them. But I had to do something. I had planned to leave Ashley alone for the weekend - I think that anyone would agree that fucking a teenaged houseguest is a complicated undertaking, even with her cooperation and the help of Reward. But I could no longer stand idly by while these beautiful young bodies were flaunted before me. It was fuck Ashley or go spend the weekend in a monastery. The monastery being an unattractive option (and tough to explain to Chris), I needed a way to get a piece (or two) of Ashley. Actually, the solution I ended up with was pretty simple. I had Reward inspire Jason to call Sarah again. When Sarah ran excitedly into the house, I just slowed time everywhere else to a crawl, changed myself into Tom O'Malley, and walked into the back yard. Simple when you know how. "Tom, what are you doing here?" Ashley called out when she saw me, starting to jump up in surprise, then realizing that her swimsuit top was unattached and grabbing at it in a futile attempt to maintain her modesty. I laughed at her discomfiture, while she blushed and then also laughed. "Not like you haven't seen me," she said, "but the Mallorys are..." she stopped in mid-sentence. "How did you get in here?" she asked. "Did Mrs. Mallory let you in?" I ignored the question. "I just wanted to see you," I said. "It's been so long." Tom O'Malley hadn't seen her since Tuesday. She walked toward me, her top hanging loose, giving small glimpses of her tiny breasts as she moved. "I've missed you too, Tom," she said, grabbing me for a quick kiss, then looking around to see if anybody was looking. I took her tightly in my arms and kissed her hard and deep, my right hand reaching around to massage her buttocks and push her crotch against mine. Briefly she returned the kiss, but then squirmed loose. She looked around, panicked. "Tom, don't do that, they'll see us." I kissed her again, sliding both hands under her suit and massaging her ass. Again she responded, moaning with lust and grinding her crotch against me. And again she pulled away. "Tom, we can't!" she cried in a panic. "Sarah will be out in a minute, and the Mallorys might look outside." "Why don't we go in the poolhouse?" I suggested. We don't have a poolhouse, of course, but I had Reward create a small one, just a shower, toilet and a little changing area with a bench and a couple chairs. In a moment, Ashley and I were inside, groping each other feverishly. Her top already loose, I raised it and leaned down to suck in her left nipple and most of her small breast. She sighed with pleasure, and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing my face against her breast. I sucked harder, meanwhile running my hands down her back and into her swimsuit bottoms, each hand holding one of her little round ass cheeks. I kneaded her cheeks like a baker working two lumps of dough, squeezing them, pulling them apart, pushing them together. At last, still sighing, she pulled away from my sucking lips and squatted before me. She lowered the zipper and opened my pants, taking out my cock and looking at it before grinning up at me. "Do you want it?" she asked teasingly. "Yes," was my answer. She gave the head a quick lick. "What do you want?" I knew the rules of this game. "I want you to suck my cock," I answered. She licked it again. "Ask nicely," she said in a motherly voice. "Pleeaassee, suck my cock," I said with a laugh. "Well," she answered, "since you asked nicely, I guess I can suck it just a little, but you have to remember to say thank you when I'm done." With that she put her lips around the head of my cock and slowly began to suck more of it in. As most of the shaft entered her mouth, she began tickling the head with her tongue, then wiped her tongue around and around the head, first slowly, then faster, then slowly again. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This sixteen year old beauty, who had been sucking me with enthusiasm but little skill, had learned to suck like a pro, or better yet, like Beth. I wondered idly if Reward had taught her. But I didn't care -- it was great. She was slowly jacking off the portion of my cock that wasn't in her mouth -- she hadn't learned deep-throating yet. Now her other hand began kneading my ass cheek as I had been doing to hers a few moments before. I began stroking softly into her mouth, just a nudge forward and back. She increased the pressure of her sucking and ran her hand up and down the crack of my ass, beginning to play with my asshole. Suddenly, she began to press her finger into the hole. To say I was shocked would be putting it mildly. Sweet little Ashley was getting to be a sexpot. She knew she was taking me by surprise, because she released my cock long enough to grin evilly up at me. "You like that, babe?" she asked. "Goddamn, you know I love it"," I answered. She wiggled her finger deeper into my rectum in response. "You like the way I'm sucking?" she asked. "What do you think?" I answered. "Do you want some more?" "Do I have to say 'please'?" I asked. She grinned. "Can't hurt." "Please suck me some more," I begged. Now her grin became a leer. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked. Man, she'd really come a long way. "Only if you want me to," I answered. "Good answer," she said with a laugh, giving her finger another wiggle in my ass. Then she sucked my cock again into her mouth. Now she was going all out to bring me off, her finger stroking in and out of my ass, her other hand alternately stroking my cock and then my balls, her lips gliding up and down my shaft while her tongue laved the head and her sucking increased in pressure. I couldn't last long under this assault, and I didn't. Soon I stroked harder into her mouth. One stroke, two, three, then a blast of sperm entered her mouth. This was a new experience for Ashley, and she wasn't really ready for it. She took the first shot, but then gagged slightly as it entered her throat, so she drew away and took the second and third on her face. She did, though, swallow gamely what was in her mouth. As soon as my cock was finished shooting, I lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply, tasting my semen still in her mouth. "Thank you, Ashley," I whispered in her ear. "I'll remember that forever." I wiped the dripping semen from her face with a finger, then she took my hand and guided the finger into her mouth, where she licked it clean. She smiled, obviously pleased with the response she'd gotten. We sat on the hard wooden bench, cuddling against each other. "I guess you didn't dislike the taste too much," I said. "It's not bad," she responded judiciously. Then she grinned at me, "Not as good as a butterscotch sundae, though." "Where'd you learn that stuff?" I asked. She grinned. "My secret," was all she'd say. "You don't have another boyfriend who's teaching you that stuff, do you?" I teased. "Tom!" she exclaimed, scandalized, then laughed with me. I apologized with a kiss. She was quiet for a few moments, just leaning against me. Finally she spoke. "Tom, do you love me?" I started. "Of course I love you, I thought you knew that." She smiled at me and cuddled tighter against me. "I know it, I just like hearing it." "And what, I hadn't said it in ten minutes?" I said with a laugh. "Don't make fun of me," she said, pouting a bit. I lifted her chin in my hand and looked into her eyes. "I would never make fun of you," I said, "because I love you completely and without reserve." Then I kissed her and we melted into each other's arms. Her swimsuit bottoms were off in about a second, and I rolled onto my back with Ashley straddling my hips. I knew the bench was hard and I wanted her to have most of the pleasure this time. She was thoroughly aroused from our previous experiences and it took only a few seconds of kissing, groping, and rubbing before she slid her wet cunt up over my cock. She rose up and reached between her legs to position it at her fuckhole, then slowly lowered herself onto it. When she was all the way down and our crotches ground together, Ashley lowered herself to kiss me. We hugged and I held her close as we both just enjoyed the feeling of being joined, without any need for movement. After a long hug, she lifted up, kissed me again, then raised her knees into a squatting position and began to pump up and down on my cock. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders for additional support. Her up and down movements were slow, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations in her crotch. I looked at my cock, appearing and disappearing slowly as her cunt rose and fell on it. Then I reached up to where her small breasts stuck out, ever so slightly larger hanging down. I grabbed each nipple between my thumbs and index fingers, pulling them outward and twisting slightly. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "You like my boobs, don't you?" she asked. As I nodded, she laughed, "You're about the only one." "I'm the only one who has to," I said, pulling her down to me to suck her tit. I sucked most of her little breast into my mouth, then held it with a powerful suction, while licking her nipple with my tongue, running the rough top of my tongue over the nipple again and again. Unfortunately, in this position, we couldn't fuck well, so I released her tit and let her get back to riding me. Now, even more aroused, she drove herself up and down harder, and I began stroking more up into her receptive cunt. Before she could come, though, Ashley's legs began to tire in this position. At last she lowered herself to my chest, and again we hugged and kissed while our genitals remained relatively stationary. "Oh god, Tom, I've got to finish, but I just can't keep going," she said at last. I started to roll her over, but she said, "Wait a minute, remember when we made love on the balcony? I liked that. Do me from behind." With that, she got up and bent over one of the chairs, ginning back and me as she lewdly shook her ass. Hard to resist -- had I wanted to. Since I didn't, I was immediately behind her, positioned between her wide-spread legs, and driving my cock into her hot, wet pussy. She gasped as my cock entered her. Then I leaned over to play with her hanging tits, holding and squeezing them, pulling on the nipples. This continued for only a few minutes however, since we were both already nearly done. I let go of her tits to grab her ass and push harder into her cunt. Ashley used her leverage on the chair to push back against me. "Oh god, do me, Tom," she whined. "I've got to come." I drove harder into her then, still harder, and her whine turned louder and higher. "Oh god," she yelled, "oh god, oh god, I've gotta come." Then she came, with a series of shudders and shakes, almost collapsing against the chair if I hadn't had a solid grasp on her hips. As she collapsed I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth, driving my cock into her, until I too came, spurting my seed deep into her body. For a moment we hung there, suspended in ecstasy. Then I lowered myself shakily to the floor, pulling my teenaged lover down to rest on top of me. We lay there a long time, just enjoying our closeness and the afterglow of great sex. We rested for a long time, perhaps even dozed a bit. Then Ashley arose with a start. "They'll be looking all over for me," she said, as she hurriedly put on her swimsuit. "I'm amazed nobody's come looking in here." I let her think she needed to leave, although in fact Sarah had probably barely begun her conversation with Jason. We kissed a few more times and talked for a few minutes, inconsequential words of love, before walking back into the sunlight. She watched Tom O'Malley walk around the corner of the house, but could not of course see Tom Mallory enter the front door. That night Chris went to bed early, without expressing any interest in whether I'd be joining her soon. I knew there was no point in even asking if I was likely to get anything. After I had gotten the kids off to bed, I read for a while, but couldn't get too involved in the mystery novel I'd selected. Then I had a sudden inspiration. I knew that Beth was always up for something kinky. I gave her a call via Reward-phone, which was how I often called her those days. "Hey, Beth," I said, "why don't you come over here for a quickie?" "Are you nuts, Tom?" she answered. "With Chris there and a house full of kids?" "Trust me," I said. "We're about to get into bed here," she answered, "and I think Mike is expecting me to fulfill my marital duties." "I'll have Reward put a clone of you in the bed. Mike can fuck the clone." "Damn," she exclaimed, "that's a great idea! I'll be right over." I was waiting at the front door when she arrived seconds later. After a big kiss she exulted, "I love replacing me with a clone - fucking Mike at night is a hell of a come-down after having good sex all day. Can I have a clone replace me all the time?" "I'll think about it," I said, "we don't want to overdo anything." Another kiss, this time our hands joining our lips in exploring, then Beth broke away, asking where we were going to fuck. I led her down the hall. I'm sure she thought I was leading her to a spare room, but instead I took her into the master bedroom. She walked in to see Chris lying in bed reading. Immediately she recoiled, backing into the hall, but I took her hand and pulled her into the room. "She can't see us," I said in a conspiratorial whisper, then realized that that was unnecessary too. "And she can't hear us," I added in a conversational tone. Beth still backed off. "We can't do this, Tom," she whispered. But her eyes glittered in excitement. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her hard and cupping a breast and squeezing. "Yes, we can," I said, and got no objection. I began unbuttoning her blouse, then removed her bra. When her breasts were exposed, Beth again became conscious of Chris, looking over at her as Chris turned a page in her book. "God, this feels weird," she said, first self-consciously covering her breasts with her hands, then uncovering them when she was again reassured that her lover's wife couldn't see her standing half-naked by her bed. We were quickly out of the rest of our clothes, then had to take the next big step, which was a major escalation - actually getting into the bed. But we did it, both of us getting in somewhat carefully, as though not to disturb Beth. Though I was being very cool about the whole thing, I had to admit that chills were running up and down my spine. As Beth had said, this was weird. But once we were in the bed and saw that nothing had happened, except that Chris had turned another page, we were ready for action. Now the weirdness began to excite us, and we attacked each other's bodies first with heat, then with frenzy. In a few minutes we were sixty-nining. My tongue was stroking back and forth across Beth's clit, my thumb was well up her vagina, and my finger sawed in and out of her asshole. Meanwhile, she performed similar functions on my organs, with one of her standard great blowjobs accompanied by a massage of my balls and a finger in my ass. We were both about to come when I suggested we fuck. Beth wasted no time getting on her back, and I wasted no time getting between her legs and then spearing her pussy with my cock. She sucked in her breath as I entered, then pulled me close as we both fucked hard and fast from the first stroke. It didn't take long - I doubt if there were a dozen strokes before we both exploded, Beth calling out, then stifling the sound, then again letting herself go. I just grunted with the release of my tension as my semen poured into Beth. We relaxed for a while, just kissing and hugging occasionally, and giggling as we watched Chris read. "What would happen if she could see us?" asked Chris finally. "Want to see?" I asked. "No!" Beth shouted, momentarily afraid I might actually take down the shield I had built around us. "What if I let her see, but not care?" Beth stared at me blankly, not understanding. "Watch this," I said. Then, turning to Chris, "Hi, Chris." "Hi," she glanced over, then smiled at Beth. "Hi, Beth, I didn't know you were here." "Uh... yeah... I'm here," said Beth dumbly. "She came over to fuck me, Chris, because you wouldn't," I added. "That's nice," said Chris. "By the way, Beth, I've been meaning to compliment you on your garden -- I love the new beds you've dug," Chris added with a smile. "Thanks," said Beth, now getting into the rhythm of the thing. "I haven't had much time, with all the fucking I've been doing." "Oh, of course," Chris sympathized. "It can really keep you busy." Then she turned back to her book. "I know you guys want to get back to your fuck, so I'll stop interrupting you. Let's go to lunch Monday, okay?" "That'll be nice," Beth said. "That's really cool," said Beth to me. "And it reminds me -- can I have a clone to replace me so I don't have to fuck Mike any more?" I considered. "Yeah," I answered, "I'll do it -- but you have to give me something in returm." "What?" "Your butt," I answered, reaching out to stroke it. She was surprised at first, but then laughed. "You swore you'd get it, didn't you?" "Yep." "Well, actually, I figured I'd probably let you do it eventually, so it might as well be now," she said. Her brow furrowed a bit. "You did say you'd make it not hurt, didn't you?" "I'll have Reward lube you up really good," I promised. She giggled. "Man! Getting my first buttfuck while the guy's wife reads a book in the same bed -- I'd love to be able to tell somebody about this." I laughed, too, meanwhile spreading her legs apart and beginning to insert a finger through her tight anal ring. "Why don't you tell Chris about it when you go to lunch?" Then I began licking her clit as I stroked her ass. "Maybe I will," she said, "but in the meantime, why don't you fuck my ass?" For the moment, I restricted myself to merely fingering her ass, while I licked her clit. Soon her hips were bucking her cunt up into my mouth and simultaneously pushing against my hand, trying to get my finger deeper. I added another finger and put my thumb in her vagina, so I could rub the fingers and thumb together through the thin membrane. This drove her quickly to her orgasm. Then I let her relax, just keeping up a gentle licking around her cunt lips and maintaining my fingers in her ass, but not moving them much. When she was recovered, I suggested she get in the doggie position. She did, turning once to say "Take it easy" as I pressed my cock against her virgin ass. I pushed forward steadily, stopping briefly whenever Beth stiffened. Though Reward had lubed her well, she was still quite tight, and it took a while to get the head and a little of my shaft in. Once in, however, the going was easier, and soon my belly was resting against her cheeks. "Is that it?" she asked. "That's it," I answered. "Why? Are you disappointed?" She laughed briefly. "Hell, no. God, I've never felt so full." She paused, and I waited for a sign that it was time to go ahead. "It's a strange feeling, but it really doesn't hurt like I thought it might." "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded. "Keep it slow for a while." I did, pulling out about half way, then pushing back in at about the same pace as my initial entry. I did this a couple more times, then began to pick up the pace a little. Meanwhile, my hand had reached around to play with her clit, and Beth was getting excited by the new sensations and the wildness of the whole scene. Finally, she was comfortable enough with the feelings in her ass to remember Chris, still peacefully reading beside us. "Hey, Chris," she said, "this is the first time I've ever been fucked in my butt." "I don't think I'd like that," said Chris. "How does it feel?" "It's not bad," said Beth, "but I think Tom likes it more than I do." "That's not surprising," Chris replied, turning back to her book. I had started stroking harder, having to let loose her clit as she talked, but I think talking to Chris was a bigger turn-on for Beth than having her clit manipulated. As they had talked, her ass began to push back against me, and now she turned to urge me on. "Come on, stud - you wanted it, now take it." So I slammed her hard, knocking her off her knees. She collapsed to the bed and I fell on top of her. I pushed her legs farther apart, then grabbed her tits and squeezed tight as I drove into her as hard as I could for as long as I could, which was just a few strokes, coming hard into her bowels. My spasming cock set her off and she moaned with pleasure as my semen washed deep into her. We lay quiet for a while, both exhausted. Then I arose and Beth got up. She looked around with the unfamiliar feeling of sperm leaking from her ass, so Chris pointed her to the bathroom. When we were both dressed, I told Chris that I was going to walk Beth home. She nodded to me, saying nothing, but cheerily wished Beth a pleasant good evening and reminded her of their lunch date. When we were in the hall, Beth said, "Am I right in judging that all is not well between you and Chris?" I nodded. "So why don't you change her?" she asked. "I mean, whatever the problem is between you two, why don't you have Reward fix it?" I shook my head. "The very first day, or just about, that I had Reward, I decided I wasn't going to do anything to my family. I've pretty much kept to that -- tonight was the first time I've done much of anything to Chris." I paused and thought. "I still think it's the right way to go." She shrugged to indicate acceptance of my reasoning, though not necessarily agreement with it. We were out into the street now, and I stopped as she continued on. She turned to remind me that I had promised her a clone to handle the Mike detail. I assured her that I'd take care of it. "And, by the way," I added, "I've wiped out Chris's memory of what we just did, so maybe it's better if you don't mention it at lunch." ------- Chapter 25: In Sarah's Room The next day was Sunday, and the girls were gone most of the afternoon with a school project -- one of their clubs was having a walkathon to raise money (or something like that). Thomas was out playing basketball most of the time, and Chris had gone shopping. So I spent the day relaxing, doing a little writing, watching football, and making a short trip to the Roman Empire, where I spent a few days breaking in a new shipment of Nubian slaves. In the evening, after dinner, the girls, who had pretty much played around the entire time Ashley had been with us, realized that they'd better get some homework done. They were both good students and dug in hard to get caught up. The evening was quiet -- Chris still wasn't talking to me much beyond what was necessary, and Thomas was in his room. His homework was done, so he was playing computer games. I froze time in the house and made a visit to Sharon. I told her about my problems with Chris (well, not the whole story) and she was of course very sympathetic. She also was very encouraged, I could tell, by my report and also by the fact that I'd drop by for a visit on a Sunday evening. We talked for a long time about Chris and about work and other things. It was a pleasant evening. The kids came in and talked with us for a while. Cassie was really growing up -- just in the few months since I'd seen her at the picnic, her breasts had developed noticeably. She was aware of the changes, too, and was at the stage where young girls are both proud of and embarrassed by those changes. The girls chatted with us a few moments before going upstairs to take their baths and get ready for bed. I stuck around and helped Sharon get the kids into bed. I had Reward make her think there was nothing unusual about that, and maybe she would have liked it anyway, since it was a sign of my integration into her family, which was her goal. She probably wouldn't have approved of the way I was looking at Cassie in her baby doll nightie. When the kids were in bed Sharon and I returned to the living room to talk. She complimented me on how well I seemed to get along with her kids, and commented that it was a shame their father spent so little time with them. "Girls their age need a man around to look up to," she said. I agreed that a father figure is important, and we talked a while longer before beginning to make out on the couch like teenagers. When I began unbuttoning her blouse, Sharon quickly pulled away and left for a moment. When she came back she said, "I just wanted to check that the girls are asleep." They were, and we got back to business. But Sharon had given me an idea. Cassie's developing body had excited me, and it occurred to me that it might be fun to have her wake up and find her mother screwing on the couch. At that moment, unfortunately, that possibility also occurred to Sharon and, as I was pulling her blouse off, she suggested we should move to the bedroom. I assured her there was no need, having Reward simultaneously remove her concern and wake up Cassie with the thought that she needed a glass of water. With her blouse off and her bra quickly following, I had just lowered Sharon to the cushions, my mouth firmly attached to her nipple, when Reward informed me that Cassie was watching us. I had Reward motivate her to stay, hidden in the hallway but with a good view. He also blinded Sharon to her presence -- though Sharon's gasping, as my hand slipped under her shorts and my finger caressed her pussy through her panties, indicated that she was at this moment pretty well blind to everything except her own passions. I knelt on the floor next to the couch, continuing to suck Sharon's breasts, alternating from right to left. I opened her shorts and began to slide them and her panties down her legs. She arched her hips to help me, then lay back with her legs spread as I returned to my tit-sucking, now accompanied by a lively fingerfuck. When Sharon's hips began to move with my finger and I knew she was beginning the climb to her orgasm, I suggested she sit up with her legs spread. Knowing what was coming, she quickly complied, spreading her legs as wide as possible and sliding her pussy out to the edge of the couch, where I could get at it easily. I had Reward give me an image of Cassie at this moment, so he projected a movie of her onto the wall behind the couch -- she had her hand down the pants of her baby doll nightie, and it appeared she was fingering her little pussy. I returned my attention to Sharon, asking her to open her pussy for me. She put her hands between her legs and pulled the pussy lips open, then grinned at me. "It's all yours, Tom." I stared at the open lips and said, "Wider." She looked at me and grinned again, saying, "Oooh, you're a dirty little boy tonight, aren't you?" as she put her fingers in her vagina and pulled it open to expose the darkness within. I knelt and looked at the beautiful gaping cunt in front of me -- Sharon with her legs spread wide as she slouched on the sofa, her pussy totally open for me, her fuckhole gaping. And her little daughter watching in the shadows of the hall, her own finger now stroking faster into her little cunt. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue tentatively into Sharon's vagina. She took in her breath sharply as my tongue brushed against the sensitive flesh. I pulled back, then went deeply into her vagina. "Yes, that's it," she breathed, as she let loose her pussy lips to grab my head and hold it close. My tongue stroked in and out, then moved up to her clit, as my finger replaced it in her fuckhole, then another finger in her ass. Soon she was breathing hard and coming up on an orgasm. I wanted it to be the biggest one of her life though, for Cassie's benefit -- I now watched Cassie's hand moving more rapidly under her pajama bottoms as she watched us raptly. I had Reward dial up Sharon's sensitivity, and turn my fingers into vibrators. I just poked her super-sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue and she shivered. She was on the edge of a huge orgasm, but I didn't let her over. She grabbed my ears and forced my face deep into her pussy, yelling, "I want it, I want it." I lengthened my fingers and stuck them far up into her body, vibrating deep into her rectum, throughout her vagina, and up into her womb. She screamed again, "Oh my god, I've got to come, I've got to!" I licked her clit again and again, then sucked it in and turned up the power on the vibrators. Sharon howled with lust and frustration, grabbing clumps of my hair and pulling on it savagely, her legs stretched out straight into the air as she drove her hips forward into my face. He screamed incoherently, just random words: "Fuck! Come! Damn! Fuck! Now! Come!" Then even the words disappeared as she just screamed. She was near to tears in her frustration, and at last I let her come. She first pulled my head even tighter into her, but then her bucking hips pushed me loose and I literally fell backward as she convulsed. Her hips rose and fell wildly for what semed minutes as her insides exploded. After a long time, the convulsions began subsiding, and soon she lay quiet, slumped in a heap, her head lolling to one side, a bit of drool coursing down her chin. I was afraid I might have overdone it, and Cassie was staring open-mouthed at her mother, her masturbation temporarily stalled. Just as I was getting worried, however, Sharon stirred and smiled crookedly. "Jesus Christ," she said, "that was the biggest damn thing that ever happened to me." I grinned. "You liked it?" A big laugh. "I'd sell my soul to the devil for another one of those." "Maybe something can be arranged," I teased. "But meanwhile, it's my turn." "Whatever you want," she agreed enthusiastically. I stood and she slid forward onto the floor, taking off my pants as I removed my shirt. Then I sat down (I made a note to have Reward remove any stains from the sofa when we were done, as I felt the huge wet spot Sharon had left). Sharon was between my legs taking my already rock-hard penis in her mouth. A few preliminary licks and soon my whole cock was in Sharon's mouth. Now that I was seated, and facing the opposite direction, Cassie was within my line of sight. She appeared amazed at what her mother was doing. She wasn't hidden very well, her long stay without being caught and her passion and curiosity combining to make her careless. Her hand was again moving in her pants. Now her other hand was rubbing her little breast through the thin fabric of her top. My cock was deep in Sharon's mouth and I began stroking forward. I was close to coming, but I didn't want to do it yet. "Not now, Sharon," I said softly. "I want to fuck you." I could hear a gasp from Cassie as I said the magic word. Sharon just asked, "How do you want me?" I just wanted a plain missionary fuck for Cassie's edification, so Sharon lay on her back with her legs up to her chest and spread wide. Smiling at me, she said, "Climb on, big boy." I positioned myself over her and her hands guided my cock into its home. Her cunt was of course as wet as it had ever been and as hot, and its feel was delicious as my cock easily slid up into her. "I'm not going to last long," I warned her. She kissed me on my lips and said, "Just do it for yourself, honey, don't worry about me. I've already had mine." I thought that was a darned nice thing to say, and I told her so with a kiss as I started stroking into her. As expected, I didn't last long. When I began to stroke, Sharon wrapped her arms and legs around me, urging me on and whispering "Fuck me, babe, fuck me hard" in my ear. I stroked harder, she pushed her cunt up at me and pulled me to her tighter, and I shot my seed into her. I laid on her for a long time after I came, then rolled over. We held each other for a while, just occasionally kissing and enjoying the closeness. At last I said I needed to go. As I sat up, I saw Cassie. Her hand was still in her pants, but no longer moving. I wondered if she had had an orgasm. Then I allowed her to see me looking, and her hand went to her mouth in terror at being caught. I smiled and winked at her. "See you at work," Sharon said at the door. Back at the Mallory place, the girls had finished their homework and were taking their showers. I got Thomas into bed, and Chris had informed me she was going to bed. I tried to talk with her about the mad she had going, but she still wasn't ready, so I dropped it. I was watching the news when Sarah came out to kiss me goodnight, wearing her bathrobe. Ashley was behind her in her robe, which was just slightly open, showing a bit of her frilly pink nightie. Sarah kissed me, Ashley smiled a "good-night, Mr. Mallory", and they were gone. I gave them about twenty minutes, told Reward to put the girls to sleep, watched the first few minutes of Nightline, then walked into Sarah's room as Tom O'Malley. Sarah has a king-sized bed that she shares when friends sleep over. I knelt by the side of the bed, next to Ashley, and gently touched her shoulder to wake her. She groggily took in who I was, and where we were, then whispered excitedly, "Tom! What... how did you get in here?" She looked over at Sarah, still sleeping soundly. "With love's light wings, I o'erperched these walls," I said grandly. She giggled. I knew her English class had just finished Romeo and Juliet. "And something something this place be certain death, considering who thou art. I can't remember the exact words, but the point is that you're not supposed to be here." She frowned. "Seriously, Tom, you've got to leave. Mr. Mallory will kill you if he sees you here." "He'll never catch me," I said with certainly, lifting the covers and putting my hand on her satin-clad butt. "Or, to put it another way, "I am hid 'neath night's sheltering blanket, and Eros doth grant me succor." Her nose wrinkled prettily, "That wasn't in it." "I know," I replied, "I just made it up." She giggled, but then got serious again. "Tom, really, you've got to go." I stroked her ass, and brought my hand up under her top to lightly massage her bare back. "Stop that," she said. "Why?" I asked. "Doesn't it feel good?" I had Reward make her as sensitive as he'd made Sharon a little earlier. As my hand stroked her back, she almost purred. "Ooh, it feels so good, but you've got to leave. We'll get in trouble," she added, although her voice trembled as I leaned forward to kiss her. I rolled her over as we kissed and ran my hand under her pajama bottoms. She shuddered with pleasure as my hand caressed the soft flesh of her lower belly and approached her vulva. Although I knew neither Sarah nor anyone else was going to awaken, I decided to take some of the worry from Ashley by moving fairly quickly. As we kissed and my hand reached its target, she was already beginning arousal. Still, though, she weakly protested. "No, we can't do this," she said in an uncertain voice. "You'll wake Sarah," she added as I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the bed beside her. "No, we won't," I answered. "We'll be very quiet." I kissed her again, and knew that the kiss made her lips burn, then I kissed down her cheek to her neck, and raised her loose satin top to her neck to kiss each of her perfect little breasts. Then I kissed her belly, and downward, pulling her bottoms away to expose her tightly-cropped triangle. Each kiss pushed her farther along in her arousal, and my finger now entered her vagina and found it thoroughly wet. Still she mouthed the words, "No, we can't do this..." but there was nothing behind them, and her hips' undulations spoke a different message. "Spread wide thy golden thighs, lady mine, and open the sweet core of thy womanhood to the fond gaze of thy impassioned lover." "Oh Tom," she giggled, "Or rather, Romeo, doth thou..." She giggled again, "I can't do this stuff." I placed myself over her as her legs spread to welcome me, and we kissed deeply as my cock slipped into the sweet core of her womanhood. "Oh yes, Tom," she sighed. "I don't care about anything else." We lay locked together in our embrace, not moving, just loving each other. "I don't even care if we get caught, I just want to be like this." "Don't worry about anything," I told her, "just feel the loving steel of my saber of passion as it slides smoothly into its sheath." She wrinkled her nose again. "That wasn't in the least Shakespearean," she said. "No," I replied, "but they can't all be gems." She hugged me and smiled widely. "I love you so much, Tom. I've never had so much fun with anybody." "I'm glad you're having fun, Juliet," I answered, kissing her forehead, "because the prince has banned me from fair Verona, and I must leave 'fore the morrow." "Then you better fuck me fast, Romeo," she said, thrusting her hips up at me. I did as Juliet suggested, raising my hips and driving down into her waiting pussy, then repeating. It was at that moment that I glanced over at Sarah. Still asleep, she had cast off her covers, and was lying on her side facing us. Apparently she was in the midst of a strong wet dream - no doubt caused by what was going on beside her - because her hand was lightly stroking her pussy through her nightie. The sight of my daughter masturbating in her sleep drove me over the wall, and I picked up the pace of our fucking, driving my cock harder into Ashley's eager cunt. Ashley, inflamed by her own passion and helped along by Reward, was on the edge of a powerful orgasm. I was nearing it myself, and a few more strokes had me shooting wads of sperm into Ashley's womb while her legs tightened around me and she howled her pleasure loudly enough to waken not just Sarah, but probably Thomas in the next room. But Sarah slept through it (as did Thomas). As Ashley and I came down from our high, hugging each other close and whispering our love, Sarah continued to masturbate beside us. I held Ashley close, her head resting under my chin. Ashley giggled, "Look, she's getting herself off in her sleep." "Do you ever do that?" I asked. She shrugged. "I don't know if I do it in my sleep." She looked at Sarah again. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Every man knows the dangers in that question. I answered with a noncommittal "Yeah, I guess so." Then I added, "Before you can ask: No, she's not as pretty as you." She kissed me. "That's a lie," she said, "but a nice lie. Actually," she added, "I was afraid of having you see her." I laughed. She rested her head on my shoulder again. "You've got to leave soon." Just then Sarah sighed deeply and stopped masturbating. "I guess she came?" Ashley asked. "I guess," I answered. What I mostly noticed was that her loose top had slipped down, and one of her breasts was exposed, including the large, pink, fully-erect nipple. It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out to grab it. Ashley saw me staring and said pointedly, "See - she really is pretty." "But not as pretty as you," I repeated. She smiled. "I wish I had her boobs." She remembered something and added, "You know, when she came outside yesterday, she was wondering what had happened to me -- she said I looked too happy." "Were you?" She laughed. "Boy, was I happy!" "Should we wake her up and ask if you look happy now?" I teased. "Don't you dare!" she answered. "I think it's time for you to leave." Another few kisses, and I was gone. ------- Chapter 26: Lust And Marriage That winter passed relatively quietly, things going on pretty much as they had. A few things happened that are probably worth mentioning, however. In February, Sharon and I got married. I'm not making any claims about the legality of the marriage - unlike the Mallory Empire, Arizona only allows a man one wife at a time - but it made Sharon happy. She had become steadily more explicit in her efforts to get me to the altar. I had thought about altering her mind on the subject, but then I decided I'd just give her what she wanted. I can't say I was deeply in love with Sharon, but I very much liked her and enjoyed her company, so I figured what the heck. I let her think I'd divorced Chris in early December. It was a great move, because the next few weeks she fucked me like nothing I'd ever had before. In early January I asked her to marry me, and gave her an unlimited budget to stage a wedding and reception. She had a great time, and I had fun watching her - I think I mentioned that she was one of the all-time great money-spenders. She found a church and organized a dinner/reception at the Phoenix Country Club (the one that the Goldwaters were among the founders of - very prestigious, very expensive). The guest list was lengthy, which posed something of a problem. Some of the people invited knew Chris and might wonder at my taking a second wife, so I had to make their invitations get lost in the mail and have their clones show up at the wedding. In a way, though, this made Sharon even happier, because the gifts from the clones, provided by Reward, were really quite impressive. The ceremony was really beautiful, and Sharon looked great in a designer wedding gown of off-white (she had had to go to New York for several fittings). Cassie and Elizabeth were flower girls and were cute as could be in exact replicas of their mother's dress. The church was beautifully decorated by Phoenix's best interior decorator and top florist. Sharon had obviously done a great job of planning the whole thing. The highlight for me, however, was something entirely impromptu. When, at the end of the ceremony, I was kissing the bride, the thought struck me that I'd much rather be fucking her. So I did. After having Reward convince everybody in the church that this was an ordinary part of every wedding ceremony, I extended the kiss with a good feel of Sharon's breasts and butt. Then I had her bend over the communion rail while I pulled up her long dress and pulled down her panties. She spread her legs wide apart and reached behind to open her pussy lips. As I stepped up behind her, the minister intoned the traditional words, "You may fuck the bride." I slid my cock into her wide-open pussy. When I was in deep, she grabbed the railing with both hands. "Are you ready, Mrs. Mallory?" I asked, drawing a smile from the minister. Sharon turned to smile at me. "I'm ready, Mr. Mallory." I grabbed her ass cheeks and slid my cock out, then drove it in hard. She moaned softly, then turned to offer encouragement, as I came out and then in again. "Do me good, Tom," she said. "I want it hard." The last comment ended in a grunt, as she got it hard. Then she began grunting with each successive thrust as I slammed her harder each time. Soon she was pushing back to meet the strokes and whining with lust as she neared her climax. Then her cries rose in pitch to a wail, her body began to shake, and everything inside her began to contract. I responded by filling her with my sperm. When I removed my cock and stepped away from her, Sharon pulled her cunt open wide to show my semen dripping from her vagina, as is traditional at weddings. The excited buzz in the church showed that the guests were properly impressed with our efforts, and we received appreciative nods and smiles as we exited down the main aisle. The reception was equally nice, and in fact I had such a great time that I only had time to fuck one waitress and two of the bridesmaids. After the reception, Sharon and I and the girls were off for two weeks in Cozumel. The sight of Cassie's fast-developing body in her bathing suit when we played on the beach had quite an effect on me. Another several months had gone by since I had first let Cassie watch her mother and I make love in their living room, and her body had continued to fill out nicely. I continued during the honeymoon to let her watch us occasionally, allowing her access to the bedroom Sharon and I shared in the hotel's biggest suite Our last afternoon in Cozumel, I introduced Cassie to a new level of sexuality. Sharon and Elizabeth had gone back to the hotel to get something they had forgotten, so Cassie and I took a walk down the beautiful beach. At one point Cassie ran ahead of me, splashing through the waves, while I walked behind, admiring her beautiful little butt, just beginning to round into a teen's shape. Not surprisingly, I began to get aroused, and when I saw two beautiful teens in the tiniest of thongs walking toward us I made up my mind to do something with the erection Cassie had given me. I had Reward make then decide that it would be a hoot to tease that old gringo over there -- the one with the little girl. The girls, both about eighteen, whispered briefly together, then giggled as they detoured slightly in our direction. "Hola, senor," one of them, a girl with a voluptuous figure, said, then turned to near-perfect English, "my friend and I want you to help us with something." "My pleasure, senoritas," I responded with a smile, as Cassie looked on curiously. The same girl, apparently the more forward of the two, spoke again. "We would someday like to go to the States, and we were arguing about which of us the norteamericanos would think was prettier." She preened and stuck out her sizeable chest, turning slowly so I could admire her from every angle. Her friend, more slender, giggled, but then did much the same, finally speaking, "Monica has much bigger tetas than mine, but I think yanquis like better bodies like mine." As she spoke, she ran a hand sensuously over her firm ass. Then she pouted prettily at me, "What do you think, senor?" They were having a great time teasing me, and all their moves were accompanied by smiles and giggles between them. I played along, trying to look embarrassed and confused. Meanwhile, Reward had constructed an outcropping of rock nearby that offered a somewhat secluded area. "Gee, girls," I stammered, "I just don't know, you're both very pretty." "Perhaps he needs to look more closely, Anna," said Monica with a wink. "We could go over here," she added, taking me by the arm and leading me toward a spot where projecting rocks offered cover from three sides. As we walked, one of her hands stroked my ass and she stage-whispered, loudly enough for Anna to hear, "I really want you to choose me." When Anna heard Monica's campaigning, she joined in by rubbing my chest seductively and cooing, "No, senor, you should choose me." When we were hidden behind the rocks, Monica removed the tiny top that had hidden little of her large breasts. She cupped the monsters, holding them out toward me and squeezing the nipples. "Look at me, senor, don't you think I'm much prettier than Anna?" "You... you're very pretty, Monica," I stammered, staring at the huge breasts that, despite their size, sagged only slightly. Anna, jealous, removed both tops and bottoms and turned to show me her shapely ass. She rubbed it and then bent over for emphasis. "I'm sexy, aren't I?" she asked unnecessarily. "I see men look at me and I know they want to touch me." She bent over almost completely and looked back at me. "You can touch me," she said. I reached out and rubbed her soft, firm ass and Anna cooed, "You're going to choose me, aren't you, senor?" Monica wasn't going to let Anna get away with such unfair tactics. She stepped in front of me, again holding out her breasts and saying, "Perhaps the yanqui would like to suck on my tetas." I complied with this request, licking and then sucking one of her big nipples, which quickly hardened and grew even larger. I had Reward intensify her natural reactions, and she took in her breath sharply and held my head as I sucked. Meanwhile, I was temporarily ignoring Anna -- and thus inciting her to escalate the rivalry. What had started out as teasing an old man was now a serious contest between the girls. I glanced at Cassie, standing near the entrance, her eyes wide in disbelief. Anna, still bending over, now separated her legs farther and reached behind to spread open her cunt. "Look at my cunt, senor," she said, "it's wide open, the way men want it." Then she grabbed one of my hands and stuck it in her crotch. "Feel how nice my pussy is, senor," she said. "It's a pussy that likes to be filled by a man's cock." It certainly felt like a pussy that deserved to be filled on a regular basis, as I stuck first one finger, then another up her vagina and stroked her. At first she was barely wet enough to enter, but just a few seconds later her juices were filling her as she groaned and wiggled her ass enticingly. Monica saw victory slipping away and now dropped to her knees on the sand, pulling my swim trunks down and taking my erect cock in her hands. "You don't need a pussy, senor," she said with a grin. "This cock needs a sexy girl's mouth, doesn't it?" With that she began licking the head of my cock, then gradually sucking it all into her mouth. Meanwhile, I saw that she was fingering her own pussy. As Monica was sucking my cock, I was fingering Anna's wet cunt. I added a thumb in her ass -- she gasped as it entered, then began pushing back against my hand, meanwhile squeezing her breasts and adding her own hand to the mix with a finger on her clit. Monica was sucking harder and playing with my balls, as I checked out Cassie, who by this time was rubbing her virgin pussy through her swimsuit bottoms as she stared in fascination at the scene in front of her. Anna whimpered loudly then, driving her ass hard against my hand, then shuddered, stiffened, and silently collapsed to the sand as her orgasm washed over her. Monica glanced at her for a second, then redoubled her efforts. My hands being free now, I grabbed her head and drove my cock deep into her throat. At first surprised by the ferocity of my thrust, Monica adjusted quickly and rubbed her nose into my belly, taking everything. A few seconds of feeling her throat muscles around my cockhead and I was shooting Monica full of my sperm. The Mexican girl took only the first blast, then gagged on the sperm and withdrew -- taking the next couple blasts in her face and the remaining dribbles on her huge breasts. She looked up at me smugly, with semen dripping down her cheeks and chin. "Who was better?" she asked. "A girl you just put your fingers in, or the girl who sucked your cock?" I looked over at Anna, who was just recovering from her climax. She turned over on her back, her long, slender body stretched on the sand. She was happy with her orgasm, but dismayed to think that she may have lost the game. She looked at my deflating cock -- I could see her thinking that this old guy would be hours before he could get it up again. "I don't think the contest is a fair one yet," I answered. "What can you do to beat her, Anna?" Anna looked momentarily confused, but then decided to give it a shot. She opened her long legs wide and reached between them to spread open her pussy lips. "My pussy is better than her mouth," she said with a grin. "What do you want to do with it?" I bent over her, looking down into the pussy wide open in front of me. I put out my two index fingers and slid them into her vagina, pulling it open as wide as it would go. Anna sucked her breath in hard, then again as my tongue speared deep into her hole. Monica looked on in frustration. A double frustration, because she had thought she had won the contest, but now saw that Anna still had a chance, but also because she hadn't come, and now Anna was working toward her second orgasm. Her fingers probed deep into her pussy. But then she looked around and saw Cassie, who had pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit and was rubbing her pussy lips, trying for her own satisfaction. "Chiquita," said Monica, gesturing to Cassie, "little girl, come here." I watched through a corner of my eye as Cassie, uncertain, frightened and fascinated by all the new sights and new feelings, came slowly toward the Mexican girl. When she was directly in front of Monica, the Mexican girl said, "We can satisfy each other, little girl," reaching out to touch Cassie's tiny breast, then pulling down the top and licking her nipple. Cassie drew back, shocked, though equally excited. My stepdaughter looked over at me as I looked up from my task. I grinned at her and winked, which reminded her of the night she first watched her mother and I fuck in their living room. She looked back at me, then at Monica. She reached out her hand to Monica, who drew her down onto the sand, embracing her and fixing her mouth firmly on Cassie's small tit. I returned to my task, licking Anna's clit until she was ready for a fuck. Then as I pulled away from her, she spread her legs wide again and invited me in. "Come on, gringo," she said with a laugh, "fuck me good." I proceded to do so, making sure we were positioned so that I could watch as Cassie was introduced to the joys of lesbianism. Although she had initially sucked on Cassie's tit and stuck a finger into the little girl's virgin pussy, Monica needed satisfaction for her own aching cunt. When I looked over after sliding my hard cock up Anna's fuckhole, I saw that Monica had swung around to the classic sixty-nine position, her own cunt over Cassie's mouth. Cassie was uncertain what to do, but Monica was demonstrating her ability to teach by example. "Just lick my pussy, little girl," she said. "Do what I'm doing." Cassie proved to be an apt student, and soon had her lips around Monica's clit as each of them sucked hard on the other. Meanwhile, Anna was rising to her second climax and had wrapped her legs and arms around me, pulling me down tightly onto her. "Fuck me!" she screamed in Spanish. "Harder, dammit, harder!" She thrust her hips up at me as she clawed at my back. I pounded down hard into Anna's gaping cunt as Monica and Cassie sucked each other. As long as they had been exciting themselves, it didn't take long before Cassie, experiencing totally new sensations, came -- shivering and shaking. Monica drove her pussy down into Cassie's face, rubbing her clit against the little girl's nose, and came a second later. Monica rolled off Cassie, leaving my stepdaughter with her legs spread wide, pussy juice and saliva glistening on her thighs and pussy lips, and on her face a blissful smile with eyes closed. The sight was so beautiful that it drove me to a new level, and I slammed harder into Anna. She expelled her breath hard as the first of the series took her by surprise, but then she pulled my head down and whispered, "That's it, just a few more." Then she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and came with a series of hard contractions in her womb. I slammed into her spasming cunt once more and then fiilled her with my juice. The four of us lay nearly motionless and silent on the sand for a while, exhausted by our near-simultaneous orgasms. At last, after I lifted myself off Anna, who groaned slightly as my cock pulled out of her cunt, Monica spoke. "Do you fuck the little one?" she asked. "No," I answered. "She's not ready yet," deliberately choosing words that I knew would enrage any twelve-year-old. "She's not old enough." Cassie looked at me with a slightly hurt expression -- one that showed the dawning of a determination to prove me wrong. Monica nodded though, and we were again quiet for a few moments. Then Anna bestirred herself enough to ask who won the contest. I briefly considered suggesting comparative buttfucks as a tie-breaker, but decided to give it a pass for today. I persuaded the girls to accept a tie, which they did after a lot a teasing back and forth. Then we gathered up our things, got dressed and parted. Cassie and I walked in silence back to the part of the beach where Sharon and Elizabeth awaited us. I knew that Cassie was so bursting with questions that she didn't know which one to begin with. For now, of course, I had to make it impossible for her to ask those questions of her mother -- at least in any way that indicated what she had seen. That night, however, as Sharon knelt in front of me and I pounded hard into her ass, I looked over toward the door of the room, where I saw Cassie watching us, her hand rubbing her clit. With a new-found knowledge of the right places to touch and how to touch them, she was moving quickly to orgasm. She saw me looking, so I winked. And the next day on the plane, as we flew back to Phoenix, I winked at her again. Their mother asleep, I had glanced across the first-class aisle to where the girls sat. There Cassie was rubbing her pussy, lost in a daydream. When she opened her eyes -- she had probably been unaware of what she was doing -- she blushed deeply as saw me watching her. What she hadn't noticed was that Elizabeth had been watching her too. ------- Chapter 27: Second Childhood - The Ball Game The other thing of interest that happened that winter was that I took a trip into my own past. My fascination with Cassie's young body, and watching the fun Beth had been having by playing around with her high school crush, made me want to revisit my own childhood and see what I had missed when I had been too shy to even try to kiss a girl. So I took a trip back to eighth grade, when I had fallen in love with Karen Waner. It was a slow Tuesday in March, and I had just come out of a meeting (couldn't avoid them all) with Michelle to plan the new offices - we were moving to a new building where, because we had grown so large, we would be the primary tenants. The biggest problem the agency faced then, it seemed, was finding enough desks for all the new employees. Paying them was no problem - potential clients were standing in line for our services despite our quite outrageous fee structure. Which wasn't surprising, since our creative won all the prizes at the multitude of award shows and our clients had huge sales increases almost immediately whenever a new campaign was rolled out. The partners were all doing quite well - Michelle had just bought a new house out in Paradise Valley, and everybody had upgraded their cars at least to Infinitis and Lexi, if not to Porsches. Chris was bugging me to buy a new house -- she was contemplating Camelback Mountain -- but I was resisting. I had won a temporary reprieve by having a basement dug (basements are rare in Phoenix), which added another 2500 square feet for a new family room and a play area with a pool table, foosball, air hockey, etc. She had received a Lexus as part of the bribe - and now Sarah was pushing for one. On that I put my foot down. So all was going well - prosperity reigned and happiness (for the most part) abounded. Chris actually deigned to let me slip my dick in her once every few weeks, though she wouldn't go so far as to move while doing so. Anyway, on this particular Tuesday, having just come out of a meeting to plan the new offices, and having just received an outstanding blowjob from my new assistant, Wendy (Sharon had gone back to being a full-time wife and mother), I was not contemplating the few dark spots in my life - my concentration was fully focussed on how well most things were going. One might almost say I was a bit smug at the moment. Which led me to think that it was a bit of a shame that my whole life hadn't been so nice. Not that I had been disadvantaged. I had grown up in a middle- to upper-middle-class neighborhood in north Phoenix. My parents were nice people who had given us kids everything we needed and much of what we wanted. But it was an ordinary childhood. What, I wondered, if it had been like the rather extraordinary life I was leading now? Only one way to find out, I decided. I told Reward to turn back the clock to mid-April of my eighth grade year. Ike was nearing the end of his term and all, most of us felt, was pretty much right with the world. The only problem, as far as fourteen-year-old Tommy Mallory was concerned, was that his dick was sore from jacking off while contemplating the many perfections of Karen Waner. Well, that wasn't the only problem. In addition, he was small and skinny and falling behind most of the other boys in athletic skills -- athletic skills, in that social set, referring almost exclusively to baseball. Tommy was a moderately good baseball player (about as good at baseball as Thomas Mallory would one day be at soccer) who was just not keeping pace physically as the other boys grew and developed bigger muscles and better coordination. This development would come, of course, though Tommy didn't realize that. In any case, from his point of view, development that came late was of no solace at all. In Little League baseball, then as now, the kids who develop earliest are made into pitchers, where their relative speed overwhelms the smaller kids. Tommy, never a particularly good hitter, had sunk to the level that his teammates expected little when he got to bat, and a few made derisive comments occasionally. The few hits he got were bloopers to right - since he almost invariably swung behind the pitch. Only because of his fielding ability did he continue to play regularly as a shortstop for the Indians, a team in the St. Thomas Aquinas Little League. So that was the situation I faced as I got up that April Friday morning to get ready to go to school. In order to determine how sweet adolescence could have been, I simply needed to get into Karen Waner's pants and straighten out the baseball situation. I damn near called the whole thing off when my mother poked her head in to wake me at seven-thirty. Both my parents had died a few years previous, and seeing my mother as a younger woman, alive and vital, was painful. When I arrived in the kitchen where my father was preparing to leave for work, I was again ready to quit this game - but I decided to carry on a little further, perhaps avoiding my parents as much as possible. I think my parents were a little surprised that I had gotten out of bed on the first call and had arrived promptly in the kitchen without fighting with my sisters. I realized I would have to be careful about not showing too much maturity for a fourteen-year-old. My father had a few questions about school and my baseball team. Talking to him was painful, though, so I kept my answers short and concentrated on the sports page. He apparently felt such behavior was in line with what was to be expected of me, and let it pass. I ate as quickly as possible and headed off to school. The classroom was pretty much as I remembered it, long rows of desks with narrow aisles. Those were the days when a class of 55 pupils, such as this one, was not unusual in Catholic schools. Green chalkboards on two walls. A corkboard with something about April showers bringing May flowers pinned to it. Surveying the room brought more poignant thoughts. Two aisles over sat Dan Leppert, a teammate on the Indians, though not a particularly close friend. He would join ROTC in college and die at twenty-three as a platoon leader in Vietnam. Mary Callahan, a pretty though mousy brunette who sat next to him, would go through three marriages and live, mostly drunk, in a trailer park in Glendale. Larry Ciambrocco, a friendly, chubby kid sitting in front of Mary, would become a grossly fat insurance agent. And in front of him sat Linda Fox, teacher's pet because she planned on becoming a nun. She would briefly achieve her ambition, be assigned to missionary work in Guatemala, become radicalized, and eventually bear arms for a Marxist guerilla movement and two babies for its leader. He would dump her, accusing her of treason, to take on a younger, fresher comrade. Linda, when last heard of, was running a women's center in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and living in a lesbian commune with three other former nuns. But my attention was focussed mostly on the desk immediately in front of mine, because there sat, or would soon be sitting, the object of my fascination, Karen Waner. I hadn't seen Karen since high school, but as she came down our row to her desk, hugging her books to her chest, smiling at friends as she passed, I realized that I had had excellent taste even at fourteen. Karen was something of a pixie. She was rather short (though only a little shorter than me -- I was about 5-2, she was probably 5-0), and slender, though with enough of a figure that it showed through the loose-fitting blue jumper the girls wore as a uniform. Her face was round, with sparkling, slightly devilish, gray eyes set wide with a small nose, slightly uptilted at the end, between. Her hair was light brown, with bangs cut just above her eyebrows, and curls that spun outward at her neck. To me, in those days, she was the most beautiful thing on earth, and even today I see her as darned good-looking -- though cute would probably be a more appropriate word than beautiful. More than her looks though, it was her personality that appealed to me. Really. Though perfectly well-behaved in that almost-prim manner required of Catholic school girls in those days (I knew for a fact that she got an "A" in Conduct every quarter), she was fun to be around. She would laugh (or at least giggle) at boys' puerile jokes, rather than go running to the nun, and sometimes she might even make her own puerile jokes. She was also a good athlete (though not a jock -- that was definitely frowned on in those days), who played on the girls' softball team and could discuss baseball intelligently with the boys. I had had Reward analyze her feelings toward me. He reported back that she had a bit of a crush on me, was aware through the grapevine (and, no doubt, by my lost-calf expression whenever around her) that I had a big crush on her, and was wondering when I was going to do something about it. Her idea of doing something about it was perhaps a try at a kiss, though holding hands would do for the moment. I had a bit more in mind. She smiled shyly at me as she reached her desk and began to put her books in the compartment below the seat, modestly arranging her skirt as she squatted in the aisle. I smiled back and asked her if she was coming to the game that night, noting that we were playing the Pirates. She said she didn't know. "I really hope you do," I said, almost brazenly forward by my standards -- I could see she was a little surprised. "It's going to be a really good game." She smiled again, and I nearly melted. "Yeah, I'll probably be there," she said, turning to face the front as the bell rang and we stood to say our morning prayers. I floated through the morning on the strength of that smile. At lunch, I had Reward arrange for an empty seat between Karen (sitting at the edge of a group of girls) and a group of boys. A boy sitting amongst the girls was simply not done - but it was acceptable to take a seat on the border. As I sat, Karen looked up in surprise - this was another rather astonishingly bold move for Tommy Mallory. She also looked pleased and smiled at me. Two girls across from her giggled. We conversed through the short lunch period. Standard practice was to wolf down the swill as quickly as possible in order to maximize the time available for playing. We also operated on the principle that the less time the food remained in our mouths, the less opportunity it had to assault our taste buds. The conversation, abbreviated as it was, covered a variety of topics vital to our lives, including baseball (of course), a couple mutual enemies, and the difficulty of reading the nun's tiny, spidery handwriting on the board from our desks in the back of the room. By the time we were finished eating I was even more certain that Karen Waner was the love of my life (year fourteen model). During the lunch, I had had Reward search her mind and take out all of the fears and repressions about sex (this was pre-pill, and pregnancy was the number one fear). When he reported back, he also informed me that I was scoring big with her. An extra dash or two of hormones and an occasional tickle on her clitoris, he suggested, should guarantee success this evening. I approved the plan, and saw Karen's face flush -- possibly from the hormones, possibly from the ideas the itch in her crotch had suggested to her. As we arose to carry our plates to the kitchen, she mentioned that her parents were going shopping that evening and taking her brother with them. "If I come to the game, I'll have to walk home alone," she told me. "It's always so scary going into an empty house," she concluded, "I want to come to the game, but only if you'll promise to walk home with me afterwards." I had little difficulty agreeing to those terms, and we parted, Karen joining a couple other girls near the door (they immediately began questioning her), and me following a few steps behind. To actually leave the lunchroom together with Karen would have been impossible -- it would have meant passing together directly in front of the hard-eyed nun in charge of watching the section of the cafeteria by the door. Reliable sources reported that prior to entering the convent, she had spent several years as a guard at the state prison. I would never consider walking past her with a girl, even with Reward's help. The afternoon passed quickly -- I got one beautiful, even proud, smile from Karen when I correctly answered a difficult question in history and even added a few additional comments. Actually, I had had to bite my tongue, since I had been about to question our textbook's interpretation of the causes of the Great Depression -- which put way too much emphasis on the stock market, and barely mentioned in passing the Smoot-Hawley Tariff. I realized at the last moment, however, that such discussion might seem out of place in an eighth grade classroom. As we were walking out of the schoolyard at the end of the day, I noticed Karen walking rather slowly (very slowly, in fact) in front of me. I hurried to catch up, as of course she had intended. She smiled as she saw me beside her, and we picked up our conversation where we had left off at lunch. When we were around the corner from the school, where the nuns could no longer see us, Karen casually brushed her hand against mine. I took the hint and her hand. This first contact flustered her for a few seconds, but then she managed to ask something about homework. I answered as best I could with my whole consciousness concentrated on my hand. I briefly considered moving the seduction schedule up a bit, like to immediately, but decided not to. A bit of a make-out session might be in order, though. Just before we reached Karen's house (mine was another street over), I had Reward add a high oleander hedge in front of a neighbor's house. I led a wondering but not protesting Karen behind the hedge and put my arms around her waist. Again she was surprised, but pleased, by this newly-aggressive Tommy Mallory. She smiled at me, then closed her eyes expectantly as I leaned forward and placed the first "real" kiss of my life on her waiting lips. Although it wasn't much of a kiss, little more than a momentary brushing of the lips, it thrilled both of us. Karen sighed and pressed herself against me, folding herself into my embrace and resting her head on my shoulder. We stood stationary for what seemed a long time, then Karen took her head off my shoulder and kissed me. This kiss was as light as the first, because nice girls like Karen could never take the initiative. But I took it as a signal that she wanted more, so I returned the kiss with slightly more pressure and gently lowered us both to the cool shady grass. Hidden from the street by the oleanders and from the house by a group of bushes Reward had thoughtfully added (he showed real potential as a landscape architect), Karen could feel comfortable that we would not be seen and did not resist as we dropped to the ground. We sat side-by-side, my arm around her waist, Karen leaning against me as I leaned against a tree. She turned to me and again offered her lips. As we kissed, she turned her body slightly, to make it easy for my right hand to slide to her side and then slowly upward to the small swell of her breast. As my hand touched the side of her breast the feeling was electric, even with multiple layers of clothing intervening. Karen leaned forward, pressing her lips more tightly to mine, and twisting her breast more into my hand. Emboldened, I cupped the breast fully and caressed it lightly, drawing a shudder of pleasure from Karen. My hand on her breast pushing her backward gently, I lowered her to the cool grass without breaking our kiss. As she lay back, her hair spread around her like a halo, I kissed her more strongly and tentatively pressed my tongue between her lips. Slowly her lips opened to accept me in, as my hand began squeezing her tender young breast. Her hand snaked up to the back of my head and pulled me down more tightly. Finally she broke away from the kiss, twisting her head, saying, "Oh Tommy, we can't," followed almost immediately by, "Ohhh, it feels so good." Then she kissed me again as my hand slipped up under her blouse. Catholic schoolgirls of that time wore full slips under their blouses, so I was still two layers of clothing from heaven. I knew there was no way I was going to get to her bare breast now -- it would require almost totally undressing her, which would be pushing her way too far, too fast. But the simple act of getting beneath her blouse excited her (and me). Her breathing quickened and she tightened her grip on my head. Again she said, "Tommy, we can't," but made no move to stop me as my hand again cupped her breast and squeezed. As we continued to kiss, my hand slowly moved downward, then trailed down her long skirt to her knee. As it touched her flesh just above her knee, Karen sucked in her breath sharply, but didn't object and returned to kissing me as I began to move slowly up her thigh. My hand tenderly caressed her thigh, first on the outside as it traveled up to her hip, then, after reaching the nylon of her panties and gently touching her soft buttcheeks, slowly moving across to the inside of the thigh. She moaned softly as my hand neared her crotch, and then whispered "Oh yes," as my finger touched her slit through the soft (and wet) nylon. I stroked up and down her slit for a while as she purred with pleasure. At that moment, though, a door slammed and a woman walked out of the house. She didn't see us, of course, but Karen cowered back behind the tree until she got in her car and drove away. Karen giggled nervously as the housewife drove off, then kissed me quickly, straightened her skirt, tucked her blouse back in, and gathered up her books. I tried to prolong the kiss, but she said, "Not now, Tommy. Not here." This time she meant it, I knew, but I also knew that "not now" meant later, and "not here" meant somewhere. The moment was gone, of course, which was just as well, since I had been about to lose control, as had Karen. Tonight would be better, and Karen would have several hours to think about what she held felt in the past few minutes. As we stood up, I took her hand and as we walked on toward her house I quickly leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Karen," I said softly. She smiled at me. "I love you, Tommy." ------- The stands were full of excited fans. Well, they were full, anyway. Though admittedly that wasn't saying much -- they only held about fifty people. This was enough for the parents, and the kids preferred to stand around in groups and kibbitz. The game promised to be a good one -- the Indians and Pirates were the two best teams in the league. Which again wasn't saying much, since there were only four teams. We had played once before, the Pirates winning as their star pitcher pretty well shut us down. The Pirates though had lost to another team on a night when the star was missing, so we were tied for the league lead. The consensus among knowledgeable observers was that the Pirates would be back in the lead after this game and coast on to the league championship. The game started off according to form, with the Pirates, whose only weakness was a lack of power, scraping out a run in each of the first two innings off a collection of scratch singles, a couple walks, and some sloppy Indian fielding. Meanwhile, the Indians were set down 1-2-3 in the first, as the Pirate stud totally overpowered us. In the bottom of the second, he began to show his periodic wildness (which was part of what made him so scary) by walking one batter and hitting another. Then he settled down and struck out the next two. Everyone in the park felt that he had worked his way out of the jam, since he was facing the Indians' number eight batter, their weak-hitting shortstop, Tommy Mallory. I could feel if not hear the groans of my teammates, seeing a potential rally slip away as I entered the batter's box. I stepped to the plate, looking over toward the cluster of girls on the first base side where Karen stood with her friends. She had momentarily stopped gossiping with them to concentrate her attention on the game. Or, more to the point, on me. I took the first two pitches. The first a ball, high and wide, the second a called strike that I felt was clearly low. Another call like that, I figured, and I'd have Reward take over the umpiring. The third one I told Reward to groove for me and to slow it down to my speed (very slow). It floated over the plate like a fat, lazy balloon and I teed off on it, driving it into the left center alley. With two out, the runners were of course running as soon as I hit it and both scored easily to tie the game. I made second standing up, shocking the Indians, I suspect, as much as the Pirates -- it was my first extra-base hit of the season, raising my average to.243. I looked over at Karen and saw pride, approaching hero-worship, in her eyes. It was a look I wanted to see more of. The next batter, the only person in the starting line-up worse than me, struck out feebly on three pitches, stranding me on second. My teammates greeted me warmly after the inning, though, one of them carrying my glove out to me. In the third, perhaps buoyed by being unexpectedly back into a game that appeared to be slipping away, we put the Pirates down in order. Unfortunately, they did the same to us, and in the fourth we took a pounding, as the Pirates batted around and scored four runs. Our bench was pretty dispirited as we sat down. We were down 6-2 and nobody had ever scored more than three runs against this pitcher. But again I came to the plate with two out and two on, the result of a walk and a throwing error on an easy grounder that should have ended the inning. My teammates, I sensed, were ambivalent. I'd come through the last time, the optimists in them argued, but their more realistic sides countered that it had probably been a fluke. Again I looked over at Karen as I stepped into the box. She was staring at me with total concentration, completely ignoring her friends, who chattered behind her. The first pitch was low, well below my knees, but called a strike -- the ump was beginning to annoy me. But I put him out of my mind as I told Reward to give me another fat one. He did, I swung, and this time, aided by Reward, the ball carried over the fence in left for a three-run homer. There was a palpable pause before the cheering began. Understandable, because nobody believed what they had seen. Our field had been constructed for the high school team, with fences much too deep for eighth graders. Home runs were an extreme rarity in our league -- maybe half a dozen per season. A home run by a skinny little shortstop? Impossible. Once the cheering started though, it was loud and long. People actually stood up and yelled -- even many of the Pirates' parents. As I circled the bases, loving every second of it, I looked over at Karen, who was literally jumping up and down and shaking her friends to get their attention on what her boyfriend had done. When I touched the plate I was mobbed by my teammates, now believers all. The Pirates again seemed to be stunned by my hit, and went down meekly in the fifth. We did the same, getting one runner on another walk, but stranding him. So we went into the final inning trailing 6-5. The Indians were feeling hopeful, though certainly not confident. Everybody knew, though, that we didn't dare fall any farther behind. The inning started well, as the first Pirate batter popped up softly to third. Then we got into trouble. Dan Leppert, who was pitching, got a couple bad calls on close pitches (the ump was asking for a Reward-induced case of hemorrhoids, I felt), and walked the second batter. That got him rattled and he started throwing wildly. The next two batters also walked, filling the bases, before our coach brought in our relief pitcher. It was a bad spot -- a walk scored a run, a fly probably scored a run, even a grounder might score a run. As for a hit -- we didn't even want to think about it. And the Pirates' best hitter was coming up. I glanced at the crowd. Everybody, even the girls along the first-base line, was watching closely. Karen was rapt, her hands partially covering her eyes, afraid to watch, afraid not to. The batter was a lefty, so I moved a few steps closer to second. Then I gave Reward his instructions. The batter swung at the first pitch and sent a screaming low liner back over the mound, almost taking the pitcher's foot off. It was a sure hit, everyone knew -- two runs, maybe three. Except that I had moved over toward second base and had taken off with the swing. The ball struck the ground just behind the pitcher, then bounded waist high over second. I neared second at the same time, stretched my glove out to field it, stepped on second, and threw a strike to first to double the batter, who was barely halfway down the line. There aren't many double plays in Little League, and this one involved a big reversal of fortune, from several runs for the Pirates to no runs, Indians at bat. The audience took a moment to realize what had happened before standing to applaud. Karen was in an ecstasy of hero-worship. The Indians were excited, too. Still behind 6-5, but they were believers -- they knew that if they could just get their new star to the plate, all would be well. I was fourth in the order that inning though, and the first two struck out and popped out, as the Pirate's big pitcher put everything he had into his pitches. As I stood in the on-deck circle and watched our third batter get behind 0-2, I told Reward to fix things quickly. He did it the easy way, though not easy on the batter. The next pitch was a fastball that hit him in the butt. As he trotted down to first, trying to rub his sore ass without being too obvious about it, all eyes were on the confrontation of the Pirates' star pitcher and the Indians' star hitter. This is the way games are supposed to end, each team's main man facing each other with the game riding on every pitch. I decided to milk the drama a bit, working the count to 3-2 (one of the strikes was definitely low), then fouling off two pitches, one a screaming liner down third that made a booming sound as it struck the wooden fence just off the foul line. That was enough drama, I figured, and told Reward to make the next pitch the big one. It floated in, I creamed it, and it sailed high over straightaway center, clearing the fence by a good twenty feet. The Pirates just stared dumbfounded at the fence as I trotted the bases to the music of delirious cheering. None of the other eight Indians had gotten a hit, but the Pirates had lost on the seven RBIs of... of... Tommy Mallory, forgodsake. I probably should have felt sorry for them, but I was enjoying too much the moment that I'd never had before -- the moment of being the sports hero, the moment of being cheered by a huge (by our standards) crowd. The whole team met me at the plate and carried me to the bench, shouting with joy. And Karen and her friends had hurried over to stand behind the bench, Karen looking at me with... it was now beyond hero-worship, it approached adoration. The next ten or fifteen minutes in my memory are a confused melange of cheers, congratulations, backslapping, and general exuberance. The important thing was that, after I had gotten my after-game coke from the concession stand, Karen was waiting near the gate to be walked home -- to the house with no parents. ------- Chapter 28: Second Childhood - The Other Ball Game After my dad (probably more stunned by what had happened than anyone else -- however much he loved me, he was more aware of my athletic limitations than anyone else) had congratulated me and we had talked about the game a few minutes, I told him I had promised to walk Karen home. He approved with a smile, and told me to hurry home afterward. I promised, gave him my glove and bat to carry home, and joined Karen with a wave and a thank-you. Karen was looking exceptionally cute in a red short-sleeve blouse and white shorts. Not too short, of course It was one of those fabulous spring evenings in Phoenix -- temperature in the seventies, no humidity, the slightest of breezes. This was before the Valley had grown so large that the combination of pollution and lights from the city blanked out most of the stars -- the sky was totally black and the stars were bright distinct pinpoints. Karen shyly took my hand, despite the fact that people could see. Or maybe because -- she looked proud to be seen with me. She stated the obvious: "Tommy, you've never played like that before," she gushed. "Everybody's wondering what happened to you." "I ate my Cheerios?" I suggested. She wrinkled her nose. "Well anyway," she said, "I thought you were terrific." "Maybe I was inspired," I offered, squeezing her hand. She smiled. "You're nice," she replied. She looked around, but saw that there were still other people near, so didn't kiss me. As we turned a corner near her house, we were suddenly alone and I leaned over for a quick kiss. It was prolonged as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. When my tongue ventured out, her lips parted readily. After a moment we walked on, with her now leaning against me, and soon were at her front door. Her parents, I knew, because Reward had arranged their shopping trip, had told her they would be getting a late snack after shopping and would be home about ten. It was nine as we reached her door, but just as Reward had removed her sexual fears earlier in the day, he now removed all concern about her parents' return and all consciousness of time. Of course I also had him slow down time. At the front door we kissed and, hidden as we were from the street, we were able to lengthen the kiss considerably, with much groping and caressing. When we stopped and she began to open the door and I backed away, preparatory to leaving, she asked, "I'm afraid to go in alone, could you come in while I turn on some lights?" I gallantly agreed to this request and held the screen door while she entered, then came in myself, after first removing my spikes. When we were inside, I followed her around as she walked through the house, supposedly making sure it was safe, and turned on lights in the kitchen and hall to add to the floor lamp by the living room sofa that her parents had left on for her. At the end of the hall, she turned on the light in another room. "This is my room," she said with a catch in her voice. I knew there was a big message in those four simple words, and I acted on it. Stepping into the room with her and closing the door behind me, I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply but gently. After a few moments, Karen pulled her lips from mine and looked for what seemed a long time into my eyes. "Tommy," she asked at last, "we're not going to do anything that's wrong, are we?" I kissed her forehead and held her reassuringly. "We're going to do something that's very right," I answered. She nodded and brought my head down to her lips, opening her mouth to welcome me in. As we kissed, my hands caressed her back, then one began to slip downward to rub her small round ass. She purred her pleasure. Then I grabbed her by the butt and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. "Tommy!" she squealed in mock dismay when she broke the kiss. But she giggled and then kissed me again as I lowered her to the bed, where she lay beside a very old Raggedy Ann. I laid myself down beside her and brushed her bangs back to kiss her forehead, then kissed around to her ears and down to her neck. She sighed with pleasure as I nuzzled under her chin, sighing again as my hand caressed her small breast. I returned to her lips, still massaging her breast. Then, as I began to open the top button of her blouse, Karen pulled away from me slightly. Taking my face in her hands, she pulled it down for a short, soft kiss, then said softly, "Tommy, you can do whatever you want, but just please go slow." Then she completed the unbuttoning. I was struck dumb for a moment by the simplicity of her trust and giving. I kissed her tenderly and said, "I'll never do anything to hurt you, Karen." Her response was a smile. I pulled open her blouse, exposing her flat belly and her plain white cotton bra. I kissed her neck as I cupped her breast and squeezed it softly through the bra. My hand moved down to caress her belly and down to the waist of her shorts, then back up to her breast as I continued to nibble on her neck and around to her ear. Karen was breathing unevenly and softly mewling her pleasure at these previously-unknown feelings. As my lips worked their way back to hers, my hand was moving to her back, where it fumbled with the clasp of her bra. I may have been a middle-aged guy in a teenage body, but I was still as inept as a fourteen-year-old virgin at getting her bra open. Finally, Karen sighed, looked exasperatedly at me, and reached back to open the clasp. I smiled, whispered "thanks" and kissed her, as I slid the straps of the bra down from her shoulder, and lifted the cups away, revealing two perfectly formed little hills, each tipped by tiny pink aureoles and small but erect nipples. Karen looked down at them pensively. "Are they pretty?" she asked. "Of course they are," I assured her. "You're beautiful," I added, kissing her lips lightly as I brushed my hand across one breast. She shuddered slightly with the contact. "That feels so good," she said. I touched her nipple with a finger, pressing it slightly, then flicking across it. She watched my finger, then looked into my eyes, saying, "I like that." I kissed her, then licked at the other nipple. Karen sighed softly and held my head tightly to her breast, lying back fully on the pillow. After giving the nipple a few licks, I put my mouth on her breast, sucking almost all of it in. As I kept up and increased the suction, she groaned again, louder, then yelped as my tongue began flicking across her now fully erect nipple. I continued for a long time, sucking one breast and squeezing the other, alternating breasts, alternating sucking and licking, alternating squeezing, caressing, rubbing, and tweaking. Throughout, Karen lay on the pillow and moaned, getting higher and higher on feelings she hadn't known existed. At last I knew she was ready for the next step, and slowly my hand abandoned its position and began to float southward across her hard, flat belly, tracking slowly, stopping to play at her navel, in no hurry. At last it reached the waist of her shorts and poked underneath, caressing her soft lower belly. She sucked in her breath as my hand reached into her shorts, almost as though to give me more room to get in. I found the button and zipper and had better luck with them than I had had with the bra. Then I began to pull down her shorts. This was a moment of truth for Karen, but she hesitated not at all, raising her ass to help me as I pulled them down. Her only reaction was disappointment that I had to give up sucking her breast to get the job done. So there she was - the girl I had remembered for almost forty years, lying now totally naked before me in all her teenaged glory, smiling up at me, shy and unsure of herself, showing herself to a boy for the first time. "Am I pretty, Tommy?" she asked at last, though a look at my face told the story, I'm sure. "You're gorgeous," I replied, taking in her compact figure, her small breasts, the slight flaring of her hips, her shapely legs, and her sweetly lovely face. "You're gorgeous," I repeated. She smiled her thanks, then put out her arms to bring me back to our embrace. I leaned over to kiss her softly, meanwhile taking off my jersey. When it was off, she ran her hands caressingly across my chest. "Tommy," she said as she ran her hand down across my belly, touching my navel, "I was really scared, but I'm not too much now. Thank you for going slow." I kissed her, then began kissing down her neck again, returning slowly back to her breasts. Meanwhile my hand was rubbing her belly, preparatory to setting out again for its goal. Karen settled back on the pillow to let the sensations wash over her. As my fingers passed beyond her navel and again began to trace down her lower belly, touching the sparse hair barely covering her pussy, Karen tensed slightly, knowing that for the first time someone was about to enter her most secret place. I increased the suction on her breast, put my other hand to work on her other breast, and paused just at the edge of her slit to give her time to get used to the idea of opening herself to me. I rubbed the inside of her thigh, the sensitive fold of flesh where thigh meets crotch, and the outer edges of her pussy until I felt her begin to relax and move her hips slightly. Eventually the hip movements seemed to be trying to get my hand inside. I was about ready to do so when I got a formal invitation. "Touch me, Tommy," she breathed. I left her breast long enough to kiss her lips and gaze into her sweet face, now with lips parted, breathing deeply, and eyes closed in concentration. My hand, meanwhile, began rubbing slowly up and down her slit, gathering the moisture that had begun to seep out, then spreading the lips just enough to introduce my index finger. At first I touched gently the inner edges of her lips, then began to slowly massage the labia, working my way toward her vagina. Again, I had to be careful to go slowly enough not to frighten her. I spent a good deal of time near her hole, before her hip movements showed that she was again ready for the next step. I touched the edge of her vagina, then barely entered, and she shivered and moved her hips upward, trying to bring my finger all the way in. I held back, though, and entered slowly, as Karen began to whimper for more. Gradually, though, she got what she wanted and my finger -- one was all that could get in for now --began to slowly stroke in and out, preparing her for what was to come. After her hips began to move in time to the finger stroking her vagina, I gingerly moved my thumb toward her clitoris. The head of the small clit was peeping out; the first touch brought a sharp intake of breath and the second caused her hips to thrust upward, seeking more. When I began to gently rub my thumb back and forth across her clit, in time to the finger sawing in and out of her virgin hole, Karen began whimpering helplessly. This was a girl who was ready for her first fuck. But I wanted her more than ready. I wanted her desperate. So I reluctantly abandoned her tit and began kissing and nibbling down her ribcage and toward her navel. When I got south of the navel I could feel Karen tense a bit. I could fairly well imagine her ambivalence -- she was having such a great time, she was ready to try anything; but as she began to realize what I was about to do, she was terrified by the sheer dirtiness of it. Nice boys and girls didn't do, or even think about, things like that. "Just relax, Karen," I soothed as I neared her warm, wet crotch. "Just give it a try." With that, I licked tentatively at the top of her crack and then touched the tip of my tongue near her clit, continuing to fingerfuck her and to tweak her breast. She was still uncertain, I could feel, but it seemed to feel good to her. Then I licked the full length of my tongue across the head of her clit and there was no more doubt. Karen gasped loudly, then groaned, "Oh yes, yes!" and grabbed my head, pushing my face hard into her crotch. The demure little girl was a hot lust-crazed woman now. I pushed back against her hands to force her to give me room to breathe, then returned to licking her clit and stroking her vagina. In a few moments I knew from her ragged breathing that she was on the edge of her first orgasm, and I sped up my stroking. Then I took her clit between my lips, sucked it in and flicked the head with my tongue twice. That was it. She squealed in ecstasy, pushed my face down hard again, and bucked her hips wildly several times before collapsing and going limp. When she had calmed down, lying panting on the pillow, and I was able to breathe again after taking a wild ride in her crotch, I wiped her juices off my face and crawled back up the bed to lie beside her. It was a joy to study her beautiful young body, flushed with the strongest emotions she had ever felt, as she slowly returned to earth, gradually slowing her breathing. Finally, she opened her eyes, smiled shyly at me, kissed me tenderly, said, "Wow, that was great," and curled up to rest with her head on my shoulder. We lay together for a long time. It was taking a lot of control on my part, but I wanted Karen to be comfortable with every step. After a while, though, she stirred in the comfort of my arms and her hands began to rub my chest. Then she put her arms around me and pulled me closer, slowly rubbing her delightful little body against mine. She raised her face to mine and we joined our lips, then our tongues, in a soft embrace, which soon grew to being a hard, tight embrace of our entire bodies. Both of us were groping and stroking and rubbing each other, Karen rubbing my back, my hands all over her back and ass and breasts. "Tommy," she finally panted, "I'm ready, please love me now." I rolled her onto her back as her legs spread slightly, her face still showing a bit of fear, but her eyes bright with desire. I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her slit a few times as we kissed and embraced. Then I whispered to her that it would hurt a little, but I'd be careful. She nodded her understanding, unable to speak at this most important moment. Then I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina and slowly pressed forward. This tunnel, which only a few moments before had been penetrated for the first time by my finger, and which had barely accepted that, now gave only grudgingly to my cock. The tightness was delightful to me and no doubt to Karen, but I knew the opening could be painful if done too quickly. Soon, though not soon enough from my viewpoint, I was at her hymen. I paused to let her adjust to the presence of my cock. Then I looked down at her and she smiled nervously at me, saying just, "Okay," and I kissed her, thrusting my hips forward as our lips touched. Our kiss muffled her gasp of pain. After I was through the barrier, I stopped, and kissed her eyes, where there was one small tear in each. "That's it," I said softly. "That's all the pain there is." Then I smiled. "From now on, it's all fun." She smiled through the last of the pain. "That wasn't too bad," she said. I remained still, desperate though I was to start stroking her. After a few moments she began to press forward against me. Unspoken but implicit was, "What are you waiting for?" I pushed forward slowly to match her motion, and gradually I entered her to the full length of my dick (which wasn't all that much -- I was, remember, fourteen). When I was all the way in, I asked her how it felt. "It's really good," she said. "It doesn't hurt anymore, and it feels kind of funny, but good." She paused and kissed me. "Get going," she said with a laugh. Slowly then I pulled out, and slowly reentered. I did this several times, each time a little faster. Finally Karen's hips started moving with mine and she began panting hard. I was holding on, with Reward's help, but I needed release too, so I began stroking harder and faster. Karen's legs began to rise up as her hips thrust back at me, meeting each stroke. "Oh yes, Tommy, yes," she hissed. Then, "So good, so good." With this encouragement, I redoubled my efforts, pounding down hard into her pussy, which was thrusting upward at me, hungry for its first sperm. Her breathing became ragged, coming in a series of gasps, as her arms clenched around my back and her heels settled on my ass to push me harder into her. She was straining hard for her ecstasy, and then it came in a series of short cries accompanied by contractions through her body that milked the sperm out of mine. After my long wait, I came with several huge blasts that flooded her womb with my juice. We both lay silent for a long time, physically and emotionally exhausted. Then Karen stirred under me and indicated that she had finally noticed she was being crushed. I rolled off her, then reached out to pull her to me with her head on my chest. Again we lay silent for a while, a silence finally broken when Karen kissed me gently and looked in my eyes to say, " Thank you, Tommy. I'm really glad it was you." I couldn't think of anything to say except, "I love you," which I followed with a kiss. And again we fell into silence, both of us contemplating what had happened and enjoying the special closeness of cuddling after sex. Karen was again the one who broke the silence. She did this by starting to tickle me. It was Karen's misfortune at this point to learn what others had learned before and since. I am absolutely not ticklish, but I am on the other hand an absolutely devilish tickler. She failed with my underarms, she failed down my ribs, and she failed with my feet - all the usual spots. But, having incited me, she was now fair game. As she was going after my feet, I sat up and reached under her arms and began to lightly pass my fingers again and again over the soft flesh there, trailing down the ribs below. She collapsed in a pile of giggles. No mercy. I kept it up as her laughter had her gasping for breath, and until she finally begged for mercy. Then I rolled her over to face me and said, "I won, so now I get my prize," kissing her. When I pulled away from the kiss, Karen asked shyly, "Tommy, can we do it again?" You may be assured that I didn't need to be asked twice. We were already nicely positioned, with me on top, and I leaned down for another kiss. Karen gathered me to her, and I lay on top of her, in the classic missionary position, though for now we were just kissing and groping each other. Soon, however, I was again migrating southward, kissing her ears and neck (she loved that, I had learned) as my hand worked on her breast, caressing and tweaking. This time she was well primed, with all her fears resolved, and it took barely a touch to have her nipples popped almost to full erectness. When I had kissed down to her breast, my hand headed for her pussy, this time without any stalling. She was still well-lubed, of course, and in a few seconds my finger was in her freshly-opened vagina, followed quickly by the thumb on her clitoris, which didn't waste any time popping its head out. Soon we had our rhythm going, as I suckled one breast, played with the other, and stroked her vagina and her clit as she fucked her hips up at my hand. Unexpectedly, though, Karen pulled my head away from her breast and kissed me. Then she asked, blushing slightly, "Tommy, what you did before, you know, when you kissed me down there?" She hesitated. "Could you do it again?" I grinned. Of course I had planned on a repeat. "Why, did you like it?" I asked teasingly. "Omigosh, it felt so good." She knew now I was going to do it, but did some little girl pleading for fun. "Pleeease do it again," she asked whiningly, then laughed. "Anything you want," I answered. And with another kiss I was gone, headed for the Y. Instead of the reluctance with which she met my last visit to her crotch, Karen now spread her legs wide and looked on expectantly as I prepared to dive in. First though, I took a good look at her pussy, checking out her vagina, fresh from its first fucking. There was a faint glistening of some leftover semen, but there was no blood visible, nor any on the sheets -- perhaps Reward had cleaned it up, perhaps she just hadn't bled much. "Please, Tommy," she begged. I noticed she was blushing again -- embarrassed to be so exposed. Her clit was erect, and I touched it lightly with the tip of my tongue, drawing a shudder from Karen. Then I moved away from it, and began exploring her vagina. I inserted my tongue and speared it into her. She drew in her breath and pushed her hips forward, trying to get me in deeper. I tasted the salty tang of my semen, mixed nicely with her juices. After a while I withdrew from her crotch, much to her disappointment, and kissed around the inside of her thighs and back onto the edges of her slit, meanwhile keeping her hips in motion by fingering her vagina and occasionally rubbing her clit. When I got back near to her hole, she grabbed my head to make sure I didn't get away again. I didn't intend to. After teasing her a bit, I again speared her vagina and got her hips moving faster. Her feet were on my back now, her hands on my head, as every bit of her concentration was focussed on her crotch. She was ready, I knew, and now I began stroking her clit -- one, two, three times I swiped the length of my tongue over its sensitive head, each time driving her a little higher, until the fourth swipe drove her over the edge. This time there were no fireworks; it was just more of a general relaxation. Every muscle in her body had been tensed as she sought her climax. Then she got it and everything relaxed at once. She let go of my head as her arms dropped to her side, her legs fell back, and her head lolled to one side on the pillow. She almost looked asleep. But not for long. As she stirred, I pulled myself up and lay next to her on the pillow, gathering her in my arms for a nice post-orgasmic cuddle. After a short rest, Karen kissed my cheek and said softly, "That was so nice, I think I'm gonna like doing that a lot." "Not with just anybody I hope?" I said in mock-surprise. "Tommy!" she said in horror. Then seeing that I'd been joking, she frowned. "That wasn't very nice," she said. "I'm sorry," I replied contritely. I kissed her lips and breast. "Am I forgiven?" "Of course," she giggled. "How could I not forgive someone who can make me feel like that?" Then she got a serious expression. "A girl told me once," she said speculatively, "that girls sometimes do that to boys." I nodded. She touched my cock, making it jump. She drew back her hand and touched it again, then took it tentatively in her hand. It was the first time she had touched it. "Do you want me to?" she asked softly. "I'd like it," I said, "but you don't have to." She looked dubiously at the cock in her hands. It was obvious her mind was in turmoil. She really didn't think she'd like taking it in her mouth. On the other hand, she felt she owed it to me, and she also was in the mood to try new things. A look of determination came over her sweet face. "How 'bout if I just try it -- you won't mind if I quit?" "No, I won't mind," I smiled at her. "If you don't like it, stop." She smiled at me, though she still looked a little worried about what she was about to do. Then she crouched over my crotch and looked for a while at the cock in her hand. Looking back at me again, she closed her eyes and put it in her mouth. Needless to say, it was not one of the really great blowjobs, but she tried valiantly, sucking hard after getting over her initial fears. While she was sucking, I made motions to get her to move into the sixty-nine position. She quickly understood and complied enthusiastically. While she gave me her first blowjob, I played with her pussy a bit, languidly fingering her and giving her clit a few licks, just to keep her at a high pitch. We didn't do it long, however, because I could tell she wasn't too much into the sucking, and we were both ready for another fuck. When I could see that she was tiring, I pulled away from her pussy. I didn't need to say anything, she turned around and placed her head on my shoulder. I thanked her and she smiled happily, pleased to have pleased me. "Can we do it now?" she whispered, kissing my ear. "Okay," I said, "but why don't you get on top this time?" "Can we do it that way?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "Let's try," I answered. She looked doubtful, but swung a leg over me and stretched her pussy over my cock. When they rubbed together, she groaned in pleasure and rubbed back and forth a couple times on it. I told her to put it in, and she reached between her legs and placed it in her vagina. This is a process that I always enjoy watching. I then urged her to squat over my crotch -- she quickly got the idea and began gliding up and down on my cock, enjoying the control she had over the pace. Soon she was completely lost in what she was doing, her eyes closed and a look of deep concentration on her face. As she leaned forward I had the double pleasure of playing with her little breasts while watching my cock disappear and reappear as she slowly rode it. I loved twisting and tweaking her nipples, and she seemed to like it as well, leaning forward to let me do more of it. Gradually, of course, her legs tired and she stopped squatting, lowering her legs to lie on top of me. For a while we stopped fucking almost completely, as she lay on me and we kissed and stroked each other, merely wiggling our crotches and grinding them together. We were both tired after hours of almost nonstop sex, and when I rolled her on her back she lay almost motionless, clearly very much aroused but too tired to respond. I stroked into her as hard as I could and she gradually began to move her hips again, almost involuntarily. A few more strokes and we both came with just a gentle shudder. We lay in each other's arms for a long time, locked in love. Then I got up and said, "I'd probably better go, your parents will be home soon." She glumly agreed, unwilling to give up this magic night, but aware that I was right, and also that she was in any case too tired to do anything more. Four orgasms on her first night of sex can do that to a girl. It took a long time to get dressed and get to the door, since we kept getting distracted. Eventually however, after many, many last kisses, I walked the short distance home. When I got there, the clock read 9:30. It was obvious that Dad had told Mom not only about my exploits in the game, but that I had walked little Karen Waner home. They both were grinning as I came in, having laughed, no doubt, about their little boy growing up. "Hey, Tommy," said Mom, giving me a kiss, "Dad tells me you were the big star tonight." "Yeah," I agreed laconically. "I'm glad," she replied. "Did you have fun with Karen?" "Yeah," I agreed again. "That's good," she said. "She's a nice girl." "Yeah." And I went to bed. ------- Chapter 29: A Day With Beth, And Wendy, And Debbie A couple days later I was lying in bed with Beth after having an outstanding post-breakfast fuck with her, and we were discussing my adventures with Karen Waner. I was actually a bit reluctant to talk about it, since it seemed something rather special in its innocence and purity. At the same time, I wanted to talk about it precisely because it had been so special to me. Beth was the only person with whom I could talk about these things of course, besides being probably my best friend. And, because she was my friend, I worried about Beth because she seemed to be getting more and more into the kinkier aspects of Reward-enabled sex. Just that morning, for example, she had been telling me about how much she enjoyed being fucked by two or more men at the same time - usually having one in her pussy and one in her mouth, although occasionally adding another in her ass. She suggested that we try it. I told her I wasn't into threesomes, unless they were majority female. She smiled and called me narrow-minded, an insult I was prepared to deal with. However, I suggested an alternative. I wasn't prepared to share her with another man, I said, but I was willing to share her with myself. "Huh?" she said, then lit up with a sudden smile as she saw where I was going with the idea. We were at that moment already in bed, engaging in ordinary missionary style sex (which, boring as it may sound, remains my favorite). I simply rolled over, so she was on top of me, and created a clone of myself who promptly drove his (my?) cock into her ass. It was strange, to say the least, to be simultaneously fucking a woman in the cunt and the ass. It was strange to be watching myself having sex with a woman. It was strange watching myself watching myself. To summarize: It was strange. And since both cocks and all four eyes were connected to the same brain, I was on sensory overload. Beth was enjoying the heck out it too. She loved sex in all its forms, but she was, as I mentioned, developing a definite preference for the bizarre. And being fucked by two men who were one man certainly qualified under that heading. "Oh god, Tom, that's good," she said huskily. Both of me agreed. A few moments later, though, she decided that she needed a cock in her mouth, too, so I added a third version of me, who stood over me and stuck his/my cock into her mouth. I was going nuts with the multiple sensations, as was Beth, and we both came very quickly (or, all four of us came very quickly). The sensation of having three ejaculations at once is something that I won't even bother trying to describe. I made the clones disappear after their work was done, and Beth lay on top of me for quite a while, then said, "Wow, we've got to do that a lot more often." "I'm not so sure," I replied from beneath her, my cock withering slowly and my breathing returning to normal. "I don't know if even Reward could prevent me from having a heart attack on a steady diet of that." She laughed gently and rolled off me. This was one of the most pleasant parts of most days for me. The long, laughing conversations I would have with Beth after or between fucks. She'd tell me about her adventures, while I'd talk about work or my visits to other worlds. For a while, I hadn't told her about my marriage to Sharon, worried about how she'd react, but Beth had merely found it amusing - getting a great laugh out of our altar fuck (and pointing out, quite properly, that I had little room to talk about her kinkiness, after pulling off something like that). She continued to be puzzled about why I put up with Chris. "Look, you've got lots of alternatives," she was telling me. "You could change her..." I shook my head. Beth knew that I was adamant on the point of not changing my family. "She's your friend," I pointed out. "Do you want me changing your friend?" "Just a little?" she wheedled, but conceded the point, knowing that I wasn't going to yield on it. "Well, okay," she went on, "you could divorce her - I mean it's not like you don't already have another wife. Hell," she added, inspired, "you could even kill her without anybody catching you." Even coming from Beth, this shocked me. "Okay," she laughed, "maybe that's not such a good idea." We veered off this topic, since it was one we knew we would never agree on, and I told Beth about Karen Waner. She understood perfectly why it had been so special for me. And she had a great idea for me. I had told her about my desire to fuck Cassie, but also that I had felt a lot of guilt about my pedophile feelings, ever since I had first had Cassie and Little Bit almost a year previous. "Instead of fucking Cassie yourself, why don't you have your little boy self do it?" she suggested. "You didn't feel guilty about Karen, because she was having sex with a boy her own age - so do the same with Cassie." I liked it. Despite her sympathetic viewpoint, there was a part of the Karen story that Beth didn't understand - baseball. "I can never understand why men get so hung up on that stuff," she said musingly, "but if it made you happy, I'm glad for you." I didn't care for her condescension, and pointed out that Karen had thought it mattered. "Good for Karen," she said with a laugh. "C'mon, Tom, don't get huffy. Tell you what," she tried to coax me back into a good mood, "just to show I'm sorry, your kind mistress will allow her humble slave to lick her pussy." This was a game Beth and I played periodically, where one of us was the slave for the other, loyally serving his or her master. I laughed at her effort, and meekly positioned myself over her cunt. "If I lick my mistress's pussy well, perhaps she'll allow me to lick her asshole?" I begged whiningly. "Shut up, slave," Beth snarled. "Just do as you're told." "Yes, mistress," I replied, chastened, and set about my task. I licked at the edges of her cunt, then into her vagina, slurping up my leftover semen. Then I went to her clit and sucked and licked it. Beth groaned, then ordered, "Two tongues, slave!" I knew that meant she wanted me to lick her clit and put a long tongue far up her vagina at the same time one of her favorite Reward tricks. I did so, and she quickly came. I stayed in her pussy for a while afterward, licking up her juices, then lay beside her again, as she recovered from her orgasm. "That was really good, Tom," she said softly, "thanks." "Any time," I replied. Beth was pensive for a while, thinking. Then she said, "You know what I want, Tom? I want a real slave." I was puzzled. "But you've already got all the guys you could ever use - and you can make them do anything you want, so I don't get it - what do you want?" She thought for a moment. "I mean like the pictures I've seen of doms - I think that's what they're called. You know, with the black leather teddies, and fishnet hose, and all that. And they've got stiletto heels and a whip, and they've got some guy tied up, eating their pussy." Like I said, Beth was developing some interesting tastes. "Well you can do all that if you want to," I said. "What you need, I guess, is a place to do it right - a dungeon." "Yeah," Beth said excitedly. "That would be cool - a real dungeon." I thought. I mentioned that we had just added a basement to our house, so naturally my thoughts ran in that direction. I gave Reward a command, and led Beth into her walk-in closet. She followed, wonderingly. In the back I touched the wall, and it opened, showing a staircase of ancient, damp, worn stone, with walls dripping moisture, lit by torches in wall sconces. We walked down, our steps echoing, and found at the bottom a room fitted with every type of ancient and modern torture device. It came complete with several victims chained to the wall - handsome young men with chains on their ankles and/or wrists, who cowered in fear as their cruel mistress strode into the room. The cruel mistress found to her surprise that Reward had clothed her in exactly the manner she had just described. Beth looked about with eyes glistening with excitement. "Yeah," she breathed, "this will really be fun." She checked out her slaves. "You know," she said, "Reward really does good work - these are some prime hunks." "I'm glad you approve," I said, "because you're sure as hell not getting me down here." Beth shook her head with a laugh. "You know, darling, I love you dearly, but you really are a terrible prude some times." I agreed, and after a good-bye kiss I left her to go to work. As I was climbing the stairs, I heard her tell a slave, "You - suck this pussy NOW. And you damn well better do it right, or I'll whip you." Then she laughed. "Hell, maybe I'll whip you anyway." When I got to the office, my assistant, Wendy, was waiting for me. Wendy, as I mentioned previously, had been hired when Sharon quit when we got married. She had been hired when I sent a personnel requisition form over to Human Resources, telling them that what I wanted was a brainless fuckpuppet. HR ran a help wanted ad under the heading "Brainless Fuckpuppets", and a week or so later Kathy, the HR person, came by my office, saying, "Tom, I think we found just exactly the sort of assistant you're looking for. She's has an IQ in the low/average range, she's very pretty, she has a great body, and under 'interests' on the application, she put down, 'I like to fuck.' In the interview, when I asked about books, she said she likes to read 'dirty books', and when we discussed movies, she said she likes 'dirty movies, the dirtier the better.' At the conclusion of the interview, she pulled up her skirt and asked if I'd like to lick her pussy." "Sounds about right," I agreed. "Send her on over and I'll interview her." After I had interviewed her in multiple positions, I agreed that Wendy was eminently qualified for the job, and she was hired on the spot, though I had Reward rein her in a bit, in the interests of office decorum... Wendy was 22, 5-5, 115, and had a 35C-23-35 figure (enough numbers?). She was blonde (of course) with a cheerleader attitude - always chipper and perky as hell. Previously, she had worked as a receptionist at a radio station, where her principal responsibility apparently was to fuck the clients, so they wouldn't pay any attention to the station's lousy ratings. Unfortunately, a new program director was hired, ratings picked up, and Wendy was let go. However, some people just have the knack of always landing on their feet (or, in Wendy's case, on her back), and Wendy, having been fired as receptionist at a second-rate radio station, was hired as assistant to the exec vp of the hottest ad agency in the region. Go figure. So, as I arrived this morning, Wendy was waiting at the door of my office with my coffee. She was dressed in one of her tight little miniskirts, just barely acceptable office attire. "Hello, Mr. Mallory, I hope you had a nice drive in this morning," she chirped with a huge smile. She followed me into the office and put the coffee down on my desk, where the morning papers were already waiting. Then she smiled again. "Do you want to have me now, Mr. Mallory, or would you like me to come back after you've read the paper?" I told her I wanted to read the paper first. I knew she'd be disappointed because she loved our morning sessions - hell, she loved any session, any time, as long as it involved having a cock inside her. But she never showed any disappointment; the smile and chipper voice were constants. "Okay," she said, "I'll just wait outside until you're ready. Let me know if you need more coffee." In about fifteen minutes I called her and she entered the office expectantly, but I just asked for more coffee. The thought occurred to me to tease her all morning just to see what would happen, but I decided that would be cruel. About a half-hour later, as I finished up the sports section, I called her in again. "Yes, Mr. Mallory?" she asked, starting to close the door, but looking at me to get a signal. "I think I'm ready for you now, Wendy," I said. "Oh good," she replied. "How do you want me?" she asked, beginning to unbutton her blouse. Wendy had a terrific set of tits that stuck out like nose cones -- she was justifiably very proud of them, and her first act on these occasions was always to open her blouse. I told her I thought I'd like her bent over my desk, and she obediently leaned over and pulled her short skirt up. Wendy never wore underwear of any kind, of course, since it might delay her fucks by a few seconds. She spread her legs and reached back, smiling at me as she asked, "Ass or pussy?" I told her I thought I'd prefer her pussy right now, and she pulled her labia open, looking back hungrily at the cock approaching her opening. I slid my cock into her vagina, remarkably tight despite having been a heavily traveled thoroughfare over recent years. She immediately pushed back against me; one of the things I liked about Wendy was that she needed not a minute of foreplay to be going at full power. Not that she didn't like foreplay, too -- she liked anything involving sex, and was ready to play for hours if that was what I wanted. She just didn't need it - she was always ready to fuck. Which was what she was doing now. She expertly picked up my rhythm and perfectly matched the motion of her hips to mine. When I was in and we were going, she released her pussy lips and put one hand to work stroking her clit, while the other played with one of her breasts. She turned to smile at me and asked, "Do you want my tits?" I couldn't turn down such an offer, and reached around to fondle her beautiful, firm breasts as they hung down from her ribcage. I stroked them softly (hard/soft, gentle/rough, she loved it all) and she came. Wendy had quiet orgasms, which was probably just as well, considering how many she had. In this fuck, she had three, the second coming when I stuck a finger in her ass, and the third a few minutes later when I shot my load up her cunt. As soon as we had both recovered, Wendy was immediately on her knees in front of me, cleaning me off, then pulling up my pants and putting my cock away with a fond farewell kiss. "Mr. Mallory, have you ever gotten a girl pregnant?" she asked as she got up. I stared at her. I knew she wasn't bright, but... the pictures of my kids were on my desk - she had just moved them aside while we fucked. She giggled. "Oh I know you're married, and you've got kids. What I meant was, have you ever gotten anybody other than your wife pregnant?" I didn't feel like explaining The Mallory Empire and my various other lives, so I just said no. She was absently using a tissue to swab up some of the excess semen running down her legs. "Well," she said, looking up from her work, "I've been thinking about having a baby -- would you like to knock me up?" This wasn't a question for which I had a ready answer, so I just suggested that we should think about it and discuss it later. She agreed, with one of her gorgeous smiles, kissed me, and, stuffing a couple tissues up her pussy to keep things in place until she could get to the ladies room, she left, telling me to call when I wanted to have her again. The afternoon involved a reminder of unfinished business and a lesson in, if I may be so grand about a piece of ass, a dream deferred. The dream in question was Debbie Kowalski. Remember her? Many months before -- the previous summer, to be exact -- Debbie had come to work in our office as a summer intern. She immediately sent my blood pressure skyrocketing, and I had planned, on a number of occasions, to slip my dick into her, but never got around to it - probably because I tried to get fancy instead of just taking her. I even created Tom O'Malley for the express purpose of bagging Debbie, but he got distracted by Ashley Benedict. Summer ended, Debbie went back to school and, for the most part, I had forgotten her. The lesson? Sometimes if you put something off, it becomes an obsession, but also, sometimes you just pretty much forget about it. I had forgotten about Debbie Kowalski, but here she was back in my office. She would be graduating in a couple of months and had decided to come by to visit that nice Tom Mallory guy to see if he could offer some career advice. Having her sit in front of me in her demure, well-cut business suit reminded me why I had once wanted her so badly, and I decided I might as well have her today, which would probably be the last time I'd ever see her, so there would be no regrets. For the most part Debbie wanted to know whether I thought she should take a position with an agency in LA that had made her an offer, or take another offer to join the marketing department of a manufacturer in Texas. I questioned her for a while about her career goals and what she knew about the two firms. After a bit of discussion and a few leading questions on my part, she had pretty much settled on taking the Texas position. Finally, she began to get up from the couch where we were both sitting. "I know you're busy, Mr. Mallory, and it was really nice of you to give me so much of your time." "No problem, Debbie," I replied with a smile, "I'm always ready to help a young person get started." I had Reward plant some ideas in her. "I really wish there was some way I could repay you for all your help," she said. This inability to properly show her gratitude seemed to bother her greatly. "Don't worry about it," I assured her. Suddenly she brightened. "I know what," she said happily, "how 'bout if you fuck me? Would you like that?" She began unbuttoning her blouse. "That would be very nice, Debbie," I replied, leaning forward to feel her large, soft breasts, as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, "if you're sure it's no problem." "Not at all, Mr. Mallory," she replied with her friendly smile. "It's the least I can do for you after all your help." With that she removed her bra, allowing her big breasts to break free. They were actually a bit of a disappointment, after the long expectation, but I quickly decided it was only the expectation that made the reality pale -- by any other standard, Debbie had a fine body. Her breasts were larger and less firm than I usually hope for, but they weren't bad. The rest of her, which was being revealed quickly, was A-1. When her skirt and pantyhose were off I was treated to a firm, round ass and long, shapely legs. Her belly was hard and smooth, and as her panties came down her legs, they revealed a nicely trimmed small pussy with protruding inner lips. "You've got a beautiful body, Debbie," I told her quite truthfully. She smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it," she said, standing up to face me as I sat on the sofa. Her pussy was approximately at eye-level, and she opened it to reveal a lovely pink grotto between the big inner lips. I put my hand forward to stroke her, rubbing one of her lips between thumb and forefinger. She sighed and closed her eyes, jutting her hips forward to ask for more. I put out a finger to find her vagina. She wasn't yet wet, so I just rubbed lightly at the entrance, slowly drawing enough moisture to go forward a little. Then my finger was in all the way, and Debbie's legs were spread, her hips thrusting her cunt forward to ride my finger. Soon there was another finger in her, and then a thumb on her clit. "Turn around, Debbie," I urged her, and she immediately put her lovely ass in my face, then bent over and reached behind to pull open her cunt. Again I fingered her for a while, then leaned forward to begin licking her. She was hot and wet now, and she pushed her ass back against my face, trying to get my tongue farther up her vagina. Meanwhile I added a finger on her clit and another finger in her asshole, and in just a few minutes she was coming. I eased her down onto the sofa, where she could recover from her orgasm. She leaned against me for a few moments, then thanked me. "I was going to do you a favor, with a fuck, but you did me one," she said with a kiss. She nuzzled my neck for a minute, then whispered in my ear, "How'd you like a blowjob?" I acknowledged that it sounded like a great idea, but I also had another one. I asked Debbie to wait just a second, which she did, though a bit puzzled, while I went to the door. Opening it a crack, I called Wendy in. Wendy, of course, was not in the least surprised at finding a naked girl on my sofa, exclaiming, "Wow, she's cute! Can I play with her?" Debbie was taken aback, but I didn't give her a chance to question. I sat down and said, "How 'bout that blowjob?" Debbie shrugged to show that she was game, and knelt on the floor between my legs. Wendy, quickly stripping, knelt behind her. As Debbie took my cock in her mouth for a few exploratory licks, Wendy began massaging her ass and reaching around to squeeze a tit. Debbie didn't complain. It was a pretty good blowjob, but I got most of my thrills from watching the lesbian show as Wendy began licking and biting Debbie's neck while playing with her tits. Her left hand was hidden from me, but it appeared to be in either Debbie's butthole or pussy. It was busy somewhere in that neighborhood, anyway. Debbie, who was initially dubious about the proceedings, seemed to be getting into it pretty quickly, and the effect was felt on my cock. As her hips began to move with the fingerfuck Wendy was giving her, her mouth began to move more quickly on my cock. And as she got more excited, she began to moan in pleasure, which created an interesting vibratory effect as my cock moved down into her throat. After Debbie began humming her pleasure as I stroked into her, I needed only a few strokes before I directed a stream of sperm down her throat. Debbie seemed hardly to notice, however, so concentrated was she on the ministrations of Wendy. As I pulled my withering cock out of her mouth, Debbie sank slowly to the floor and spread her legs to allow Wendy easier access to her cunt. Wendy continued to finger her, and now began licking Debbie's tits. Soon, though, Debbie pulled Wendy up to her face to kiss her -- from the looks of things, however hesitant she was at the outset, this would not be Debbie Kowalski's last lesbian experience. I had Reward supply Wendy with a strap-on dildo, and as the two young women embraced, Wendy slowly began to insert the big fake cock into Debbie's rather small cunt. I enjoyed the sight of the little pussy stretching open and Debbie spreading her legs farther and farther apart in an effort to give Wendy room. Soon, however, the dildo was in and Wendy was slowly stroking. By that point I was thoroughly aroused by the show, and needed someplace to put my cock. I thought of my morning experience with Beth and decided to make a fuck sandwich out of Debbie. Actually, Wendy would have been easier, since she was on top, but today was Debbie's day, so I had them roll over. With Debbie on top, riding Wendy's big dildo, I stepped up behind her, pulled her delicious ass cheeks apart, and put my cock at the entrance to her ass. Debbie turned around and said, simply, "Oooh, I've never done that." No objection was made, however, as the head of my cock slowly pushed open her sphincter. She was ready to try anything. The tight virgin ring gave way grudgingly, but after a few moments, I had an inch or so of cock inside her. Debbie slowed her ride on Wendy to give me the opportunity to get in her, and began pushing back against me to help in the effort. While they waited, the girls played with each other's tits. "Cool," was Debbie's only comment when I told her I was in. Now I began to slowly pull out, then in again, while Debbie again began her ride on Wendy's dildo. It took some effort to get our timing right, but eventually we were all stroking together and Debbie, in the center, came loudly. Wendy and I paused while Debbie moaned through her recovery. I hadn't come and, much as I was enjoying Debbie's ass, I wanted some of her pussy, too. When Debbie had recovered, therefore, I suggested a shift in positions. "I think you owe Wendy a good suck," I suggested to Debbie, so I had her get between Wendy's wide-open legs, while I got behind her. Debbie was new to cunnilingus, but, judging by Wendy's moans of pleasure, she was a quick learner. Meanwhile, I was enjoying Debbie's tight little cunt, which was thoroughly warmed up when I got in. The harder I fucked, the harder Debbie sucked, and Wendy's hands were soon on her head, pulling her in. Then Wendy wrapped her legs around Debbie's head and began fucking her face. Wendy came first, bucking her hips harder and grunting loudly as she did. Debbie was right behind, collapsing face first into Wendy's pussy. The convulsions that shook her body had me shooting into her a second later. The three of us lay in a heap on the carpet for quite a while, then we slowly climbed up off the floor and began to get dressed. I thanked Debbie for the fuck, and she thanked me for the career advice. As she was leaving, I noticed she stopped at Wendy's desk to give her her phone number. ------- Chapter 30: Happy Birthday It was late Friday afternoon of the first weekend in April, and it was Ashley's seventeenth birthday. She and I were seated on one of the decks of my beachfront home on Capistrano Beach, enjoying the view and our iced teas, which had been brought by the maid. The maid was a comely wench named Dominique who might come in handy if we decided on a three-way (although I didn't think Ashley would be up for such a thing just yet, if ever). Getting Ashley here had involved an interesting series of maneuvers. Ashley couldn't come with me unless her parents approved, and there was no way in the world Ashley could come straight out and ask her parents to approve a weekend at her boyfriend's beach house. I could of course fix it so they would approve such a request, but Ashley would never believe it - even assuming she could get her courage up to ask. So Ashley told them that she was going to Tucson for a student government seminar at the UofA that started Friday afternoon -- she'd be leaving at lunchtime Friday. Her parents believed this without asking any embarrassing questions, because the people Ashley was asking weren't in fact her parents, but clones. And Ashley's real parents didn't wonder about Ashley not coming home after school on Friday, because she did -- I replaced her with a clone. I thought it was pretty clever of me. So Ashley cut school on Friday and we flew over in my brand new jet. Ashley was very impressed that I knew how to fly. So was I, as a matter of fact, since I didn't, but with Reward's help I flew the small plane perfectly from Sky Harbor to a small field not far from the beach. There we were met by a limo that took us to the beach house. The grandeur of it all was blowing Ashley's mind, of course. I was getting a real kick out of it, too - I hadn't swanked very often with Reward, and giving Ashley these thrills was a lot of fun. I was very anxious to see the house that I had described in such detail to Ashley, and she was rather beside herself with excitement, though trying to hide it with a veneer of cool, as teenagers so often will. The house rather exceeded my expectations and I silently and profusely congratulated Reward after I saw it. I got a rather smug "thank you" in reply. To be fair, Reward was probably lucky that he didn't have to get any building permits for this place, because I doubt if he could have. It stood alone in a small cove (I don't know if Reward built the cove, too). There was a low cliff just off the road, then a hundred yards or so of perfect sandy beach down to the water. This section of beach was protected by two arms of rock about thirty feet high and two or three hundred yards apart, which separated it from the main beaches to either side. The house was built onto the side of the cliff, the roof level with the top of the cliff - from the roof we walked down a staircase into the house. The house was built on three levels, each jutting a bit farther out from the cliff, the roofs of the lower levels providing the decks for the upper floors. The first floor had a larger deck that wrapped around the whole floor and from which a staircase descended the few additional feet to the beach. The walls were almost entirely glass, lightly tinted, more for protection from the afternoon sun than for privacy -- the house being secluded by virtue of the two arms forming the cove. After she had explored the house - I think she was most impressed by the spas on each deck, or perhaps by the sauna in the master bath, or maybe by the gym on the second floor, or the indoor pool on the first floor, or... well, a lot of other things - after the tour, anyway, we went down to the beach for a swim. When we came out of the water and lay on the blanket, I looked at Ashley with her tiny swimsuit clinging wetly to the subtle curves of her slender body. I kissed her softly and we embraced. After a few moments we both lay back, Ashley's head on my shoulder, to laze in the gentle spring sun. I told her that I greatly admired her swimsuit, and she blushed with pleasure. It was sexy, although it stopped just short of being scandalous. She told me her friend Sarah had helped her select it. "I always chicken out and buy something conservative," she laughed, "so I took Sarah with me to shame me into buying something like this." "It worked," I said appreciatively. "Give Sarah my compliments. But," I added, "you didn't tell her you were coming here, did you?" "Yeah," she replied. "Don't worry, Tom, she can keep a secret," she added when she saw the concern on my face. She stared out at the ocean for a while. "She's my best friend," she said, "and I kept you a secret from her for a long time, but then I just had to talk to her about us." She looked at me seriously. "You understand, don't you?" she asked earnestly. "Something as important as you are to me, I just have to talk about it with somebody." I told her I understood. Right then, Dominique brought us lunch in a picnic basket. After eating our fried chicken and potato salad - nothing special, just traditional picnic fare - we played in the surf a bit more, then went up to the house. Both of us being salty and sandy, we headed straight for the shower. The shower was of course more than big enough for two, it actually had three nozzles. And it had a padded alcove on one wall, which was, conveniently, long enough to allow for full reclining. When we were beginning to undress, Ashley paused. "There's one other thing Sarah talked me into," she said. "I told her I'd really have to shave for this suit, and she said that I should shave it completely, so..." Then she lowered her suit, showing her pussy shaved completely clean. "Do you like it?" she asked. "My god, woman," I replied, "you're enough to drive a man crazy." She giggled with pleasure, blushing, then entered the shower. When the water was on, Ashley put her hands on my shoulders and asked with an evil grin, "Now that we're in here, there's an important question - are we here to wash ourselves or to play?" "I see no reason why we should be forced to choose," I said, pulling her close for a long, deep kiss. Then I grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth and said, "I intend to wash you very, very thoroughly, and when I'm done you're going to be as clean and as hot as you've ever been in your life." "Sounds good," Ashley answered. "So stop talking and start washing." I soaped up the cloth thoroughly, then made Ashley turn around. I began washing her back, moving slowly and massaging her as much as washing. I also got my other hand soapy and reached around to "wash" her breast, meanwhile nibbling on her neck. Ashley leaned back against me, then twisted to give me a kiss, before becoming passive and simply enjoying my ministrations. I continued with the massage for a long time, since Ashley seemed to be enjoying it, but slowly the washcloth worked down lower on her back, until I was busily washing her buttcheeks and gradually entering into the crease between them. Although I'd never entered her asshole, Ashley thoroughly enjoyed having her butt played with and stroked. I planned to push a bit further today if I could. For now I just continued the massage, and Ashley moved her legs slightly apart to allow me to clean more of the crease. As the washcloth passed again and again over her asshole, she whispered softly, "That feels good, Tom, do it some more." Having teased, though, it was time to move on, so I ignored her request and began washing her long shapely legs. I got down on my knees to wash her, going down the outsides, then slowly up the insides, hearing her breathing quicken as I worked slowly up the insides of her smooth, muscular thighs. My free hand caressed slowly down her lower belly, nearing but never quite reaching her pussy, as the washcloth worked its way up, also nearing her pussy, occasionally lightly brushing them, but never quite reaching the target. Ashley leaned forward against the wall, spreading her legs and sticking out her ass, showing her beautiful, bare pussy lips. She was making it easy for me to get in, but I wasn't about to succumb to the temptation. I continued slowly washing the inside of her thighs, finally quitting when she began to whine with frustration. I stood, pulling her to me and applying the washcloth to the front of her body, washing her belly, then up her ribcage to her little tits. Meanwhile I stood behind her, my cock pressing into her ass. She leaned against me and sighed. "Oh Tom, don't tease me any more," she asked softly. I knew she wasn't done yet, so I took it as a signal to drive her a little crazier. The washcloth moved southward in big, slow swipes, reaching her pussy and drawing back, reaching again and brushing lightly over the smooth surface of her groin, then pulling away. As it approached the third time, Ashley thrust out her hips, trying to lure the cloth into her, but again it pulled away after teasing on the edges, now moving northward to her breasts again. "Please, Tom," she whined, "I need you." She pressed her ass against my cock. I almost couldn't stand it, but I had a plan and (for now at least) I was sticking to it. I kissed her ear and whispered, "No, I don't think you're hot enough yet." Pause. "Or clean enough." I brought the cloth up to her tits again and began rubbing the cloth back and forth over her nipples, then grabbed a nipple through the cloth and squeezed, pulling it out as far from her chest as it would go, drawing a gasp from her. I saw her hands go to her pussy, and knew that she had gone about as far as she could without some sort of relief, so I turned her around and kissed her deeply, our lips opening and tongues entering each other, our hands groping and hugging, my cock pressing against her belly. After a moment, though, I pulled away from her. I wasn't quite finished with the teasing. "Have I thoroughly cleaned everything?" I asked leeringly. Ashley played along, answering coyly, "Well, mister," she put a finger in her mouth, "there's one spot you haven't cleaned yet." "Where's that?" I asked. Ashley sat on the alcove seat, spreading her legs so that her feet were also resting on the seat beside her ass, thrust her hips out, and opened her labia with both hands. What an incredibly lewd sight! Then she said, very innocently, "You haven't washed me here." I got down on my knees in front of her and said, "I apologize - how could I forget? Do you think it would be best if I licked it clean?" Ashley could barely keep up the game, "Yes," she breathed, "yes, please." I came forward and touched the edge of her pussy, near where her fingers were holding it open, gaping wide. She shuddered at even the slight touch, and I knew there could be no more teasing - she was on the edge and about to explode. I took one look at the gorgeous sight of her small pussy being pulled open wide, then stuck my tongue into her vagina. Again she shuddered and grabbed my head to pull me in deeper. I played in her vagina for a minute or two, feeling her rise to a still higher level. Then I licked a the base of her small but very erect clitoris. She shivered with anticipation and mover her hips, trying to force my tongue onto her clit. I licked again around it, then grabbed the clit with my lips and stroked the full length of my tongue across its head. Ashley screamed in ecstasy, clasping her thighs tightly around my head and thrusting her hips up into my face with each wave that washed over her. Then at last she leaned back. After letting her relax a moment I asked, "Are you clean now?" She laughed, "No, I'm totally dirty, and I love it." I helped her up from the bench and we dried each other off, with of course more play. Then we put on the matching silk robes Reward had provided, remembering how much Ashley and I had enjoyed the robes at the Ritz-Carlton. Ashley's robe was very short, barely covering her ass, and providing tantalizing little glimpses of curved flesh as she walked in front of me to the huge bed that looked out over the deck and to the ocean. We spent the rest of the afternoon there, talking, playing, and (of course) making love. Near sundown, the limo arrived to carry us to a nearby restaurant where we sat on a deck overlooking the ocean and watched the sun go down as we ate shrimp cocktails and lobster. These aren't exactly California specialties, I know, but they were Ashley's favorites, so Reward had had the best Gulf shrimp and Maine lobster flown in for her birthday. When the sun was down and we were stuffed, the wait staff delivered a small birthday cake and sang "Happy Birthday" for Ashley, and she blushed prettily as the other tables looked on, smiling at the happy young couple. Then we left, full and happy, and rode back to the house, with Ashley snuggled against me in the plush backseat of the limo. "This was the absolute best birthday of my life," she said as we entered the house, "because I spent it with you." "I thought it was because you pigged out on lobster," I teased. "Tom," she said, shaking her head in dismay, "here I try to be nice, and romantic, and give you a compliment..." Then she laughed. "But the lobster was awfully good," she added. We stood on the deck, looking out into the darkness, the only sound the waves. Ashley kissed me softly and said, "Thank you for a wonderful birthday." "It isn't over," I reminded her. "Oh I know," she answered, "because you haven't seen the rest of your birthday presents yet." The previous weekend, I had given Ashley her birthday present early, a $1,000 gift certificate for Victoria's Secret. (I know, I could have made it unlimited, but I had to be realistic - she almost turned it down as excessive anyway). We both had agreed that it was a very selfish present, but I knew she'd have a lot of fun spending it - and I'd enjoy seeing how it was spent. The swimsuit she had worn earlier was part of it, now I was to see installment two. Ashley made me wait on the deck while she went into the bedroom. While I had a few minutes, I reflected on how amazing my life had been in the not-quite-a-year since Reward had come into my life. Not least amazing was that I was in a 22 year old body, standing on the deck of a fabulous beach house, waiting for a beautiful teenager to change into her sexy new lingerie - and it all seemed perfectly reasonable. There were actually times when I began to take the whole thing for granted. And then a soft voice called me from the bedroom, I entered the room, and I no longer took it for granted - I again thanked the heavens (or whomever) for Reward. It wasn't that the outfit was anything special - it was just perfectly Ashley, and Ashley was what I wanted more than anything at this moment, and she was mine, and it was all because of Reward. These thoughts moved very quickly through my mind, because I really didn't have time to waste on them - I wanted more to just enjoy the sight of this gorgeous teenager offering herself to me as a gift in perfect wrapping. Ashley looked slightly hesitant, unsure apparently if she had chosen well. She was wearing a very simple combination in a shiny soft lavender satin. It consisted of a loose top that hung from ties on each shoulder, and a matching triangle that tied at each hip. The top, which stopped just above her navel, leaving an expanse of bare belly, poked ever so slightly out, emphasizing her small breasts. "Do you like it?" she asked in a small voice. I had a hard time speaking. "Ashley, I'm the luckiest man in the world." She smiled happily, dropped to her knees in front of me, and began to pull down my zipper, saying, "You're about to get luckier." ------- Chapter 31: Happy Birthday, Part 2 I awoke the next morning to the glorious sight of Ashley Benedict asleep beside me. She was sleeping on her side, facing me, one arm outstretched toward me. Apparently her dream was a pleasant one, because there was a slight smile on her face. Her long, slender legs separated very slightly as she turned onto her back, and her freshly-shaven pussy, which I had entered three times the night before, was just barely open. She was, of course, totally nude, the little wisps of satin she had worn the night before now somewhere on the floor, wherever they had fallen when I pulled them off her. I let her sleep as I wandered over to the window to look out into the Pacific, then called to the kitchen to have Dominique serve us breakfast on the deck. Then I looked at the clock and amended it to brunch. I had tried to be quiet, but when I turned back to the bed, I saw that Ashley was awake. She smiled sleepily at me, then gestured me back to the bed. When I lay beside her, she put out her arms to me, then, after a kiss, laid her head on my chest. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed about waking up with you?" she asked, when at last she spoke. "It's been like my biggest dream, and now it's finally true." She paused and the pessimist briefly took over. "Too bad it's just this weekend." "Then let's enjoy just this weekend," I suggested tritely. "Carpe diem, and all that?" she asked. "Why not, if it's what we have?" I replied. "What were you dreaming about?" I asked to change the subject. "You were smiling." She laughed. "I don't remember the dream," she answered, reaching out to touch my cock, which had begun to harden just by proximity, "but that smile may be the explanation for why I woke up horny." With no further conversation, she swung a leg up over me and straddled my hips, reaching behind herself to guide my cock into her. Though I was barely hard and we had had no foreplay, it entered easily. "Must have been quite a dream," I commented. "You're as wet as if we'd been fooling around for half an hour." "Must have been," she agreed lazily. She made no effort to fuck, just laid herself down on top of me, and purred with the pleasure of having my cock inside her. We lay together like that for a long time, one or the other of us moving occasionally, more to adjust our positions that to stimulate ourselves, though it had the effect of stimulating. Occasionally, too, we would kiss. Mostly, though, it was just a loving hug that happened to include our genitals. After a while, though I was enjoying the hug, I was also getting anxious for more. This was Ashley's show, though, so I let her take the lead. She was still usually a bit reluctant about initiating things, so when she did, I didn't want to take the lead away from her. Now she remained motionless atop me for what seemed forever, before finally rising up to look at me and say, "Are you ready for more?" I kissed my assent and she got into a squatting position over me and raised her hips, letting my cock come almost all the way out of her pussy, then sliding back down very slowly. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply with the sensations she felt deep inside her, as she again very slowly raised and lowered her pussy. I loved the sight of her bald pussy, stretched open around my cock, and I reached out to caress it, then inserted a finger to touch her clit. She breathed harder and sped up her pace slightly. Then she leaned forward to support herself with her hands on my shoulders, and I was able to reach out my other hand and grab one of her nipples. I twisted and tweaked it and, already hard, it grew noticeably. Again Ashley's pace increased. She fucked hard for a few minutes, then tired and lay atop me, whispering in my ear, "C'mon, Tom, do it." I rolled us both over and started doing it. Ashley spread her legs wide and put them around my waist, drawing me in and urging me on with her heels on my ass. I pounded down into her again and again, and her arms hugged me tight. "That's good, that's good," she cooed, then louder, "Oh, that's good!" I was near my climax now, but I held on for the few more strokes Ashley needed, slamming into her harder and harder, until she cried out and her legs tightened, pulling me close as she convulsed. I managed another stroke, then shot my seed into her. After we recovered, we dressed in our robes and strolled out to the deck, where our brunch awaited - melon balls, bacon and eggs, and Belgian waffles with cherries. Once, as Dominique leaned over to pour her tea, I saw Ashley gaze at the maid's breasts. I detected a hint of jealousy and/or insecurity, and knew that Reward had made a small mistake in his creation of Dominique, since Ashley was sensitive about her small breasts. Reward shouldn't have created a maid with Dominique's quite prominent endowments. Ashley said nothing, however, and our conversation was mostly about our plans for the day. I suggested, since we had slept away the whole morning, that we just visit the mission after eating, instead of going further afield. So we spent the afternoon in tourist mode, walking on the beach, visting the old mission, then wandering through all the touristy gift shops. There I learned that Ashley had never heard about Capistrano's swallows, when she asked me why all the gift shop ashtrays, t-shirts, and beer mugs had birds on them. I explained the story, which she found interesting, and found a tape of the song, which she politely described as "nice". After she bought various trinkets for friends we drove back to the house. On the way, after a period of pensiveness, she asked me if I had any other girlfriends. Had I not seen her look at Dominique, I would have been surprised by the question -- Ashley hadn't shown much jealousy. I replied that I didn't then, to help her out, since she appeared to be having difficulty asking what she wanted to ask, I added, "I saw you inspecting Dominique this morning." I grinned at her blush, then said, "I had never seen Dominique before yesterday," (true) and added, "she was sent by an agency." (Kind of true -- Reward is my agent, in a sense). "I'm sorry, Tom," she said so contritely that I was afraid she might cry. "I didn't want to be jealous, but when I saw those huge boobs of hers and thought about her living here... " She took off her seat belt and hugged me -- dangerous if Reward hadn't been there to control the car. "I understand," I smiled. "She is extremely well-endowed. But I happen to like these." I put my arm around her and quickly tweaked her breast. She giggled, then said, "Pull over." There was no place to pull off the road, but Reward quickly created a "Scenic Overlook" and I pulled into it. When we were parked, Ashley was immediately pulling down my zipper, saying, "Girls have told me about giving guys blowjobs in cars, but I've never tried it." "Geez," I replied, "I hate to see someone so deprived. Please feel free to give me all the blowjobs you want." By the time I said it, she was already hard at work, and I was quickly getting hard as she licked and sucked my balls. This was a new technique she had added for this weekend, and which she had told me she had heard about at school. I thanked God for education as she sucked a ball into her mouth and gently stroked my cock into hardness. Then she licked up the shaft and popped it into her mouth. I've never really enjoyed car sex, but there was something so high schoolish about it that I enjoyed this session, playing with Ashley's tits and stroking her ass, but mostly just leaning back, closing my eyes, and letting her do her number on me. When I was near to coming, however, I lifted her head. "Let's fuck," I said simply. She leaned back in her seat, pushed it back all the way and I pulled down her shorts. Her legs spread and I was in. Sex in cars is seldom the greatest, and the cramped conditions had their effect on us. Still, we had fun -- the furtiveness can't be beat. As we lay together afterward, Ashley asked, "Am I forgiven?" "For what?" "For being jealous." "You're forgiven," I answered. "But wait," I added, "if I tell you you're not forgiven yet, do I get another blowjob?" She pushed me off her in mock-disgust. "You're impossible," she said, "take me home." As we pulled into my house she said, "You know, I said 'take me home', but I meant here. I wish this was home." What could I say? After dinner, we sat on the deck watching the sun go down, then wandered down to the beach. We walked along at the edge of the water, playing games with the waves. Then Ashley spoke tentatively. "I saw a real old movie on TV - 'Here and Eternity' or something like that. It had Frank Sinatra in it." I told her I knew the one she meant. "You know that scene on the beach?" she asked. I nodded. She put her arms around me, pulling me close. "Then you know what I want to do," she said, drawing me down to the wet sand. She lay on the beach, pulling me down on top of her, her legs spreading as I settled on her, her lips opening, hungrily awaiting my tongue. The memory of 'From Here to Eternity' seemed to excite her, because she was more aggressive than I remember her ever being before. Her hands massaged my back as my tongue entered her mouth. She sucked at it greedily as her hands moved down to remove my swimsuit. Her hands pulled urgently at my trunks. I let her do all the work, and when she had the trunks off, she pushed me over on my back and grabbed my cock, putting it quickly in her mouth and swallowing almost all of it on the first try. Quickly her head was bobbing up and down over my crotch and I could feel the rough softness of her tongue wrapping around my cock. Meanwhile, she was pulling off her own suit, quickly discarding the top, revealing her perfectly-shaped little breasts, then pulling at the ties on each side of the tiny bottoms, revealing what little had been hidden. Then she swung her leg over my head, positioning her bald little pussy over my mouth. I just stared at the pretty thing for a few moments, then opened the outer lips with both my thumbs and looked again at the deeply pink interior. Though her mouth was full, she made a noise and wiggled her hips to indicate her impatience with my slowness. I understood the message and started licking. Ashley's hips responded almost immediately by fucking back at my tongue as I stroked it into her vagina. The other end of her also responded, and her head bobbed up and down more strongly. As her pussy pushed down on my mouth, her pink little butthole seemed to wink at me, and I couldn't resist (didn't try to, actually) sticking a finger in it. I realized later it was the first time I'd been in there. First I pulled my tongue away from her just long enough to stick my finger up her sopping vagina, wetting it thoroughly. Then I returned to sucking her, while I worked my finger into her ass. When she realized what I was doing, she wiggled her ass and pushed back against me, helping my finger slide into the delightfully tight little hole. "Oh, that's good," she sighed, wiggling her ass some more as the finger dug deeper into her. Then she returned to sucking my cock. The attention to her cunt and ass, coupled with her already excited state, caused her to climax just a few moments later, and I followed quickly, filling her mouth with sperm. After just a few seconds, Ashley arose. A look at her face told me she hadn't had enough, so I lowered her into the lapping water. She spread her legs wide and I entered her with a long, hard stroke. As wet and hot as she was, there was no need to enter gently. She responded from the first stroke, and we slammed at each other, each fucking as hard as we could for as long as we could. Soon Ashley came, shouting her happiness into the ocean sky. I slowed only briefly however, fucking right through her orgasm, and soon she was fucking back at me again, reaching for a higher plateau. She came again, and her contractions almost milked the semen from my cock, but I called on Reward for help and continued to slam into her cunt. As she recovered from her second orgasm, Ashley began again to fuck up at me, now seemingly with a will to make me give her my sperm. "Oh god, Tom," she moaned, "Oh god, finish me." Her hips pushed up as she climbed up to yet a higher level, and her arms and legs pulled me into her so tightly I could hardly move. But not much more was needed. I was driving into her with a series of short, powerful strokes now, and as her contractions came for the third time, I spurted my load into her vagina. We were exhausted, and so oblivious to anything outside ourselves that we might have drowned if the tide had risen a bit. We were still locked in our embrace, and I had stayed in her and was still semi-hard. When, after a rest, Ashley revived, she kissed me lingeringly, then said, "I want it again, Tom." I began to slowly stroke her, and we fucked again, this time a long, slow, leisurely fuck, interrupted by long kisses and mutual expressions of love. When we came it was less the crashing of powerful, stormy waves against rocks of the previous time, than a gentle lapping of the waters on a peaceful shore. Ashley tensed slightly and sighed as I shot my seed into her, and then we lay again together on the beach, feeling the waters wash around us. As we ate we ate our late breakfast, after our wake-up fuck, the next morning on the deck (this time Ashley just smiled happily at Dominique as the maid bent over to pour her tea), Ashley reminded me that I had asked her once, jokingly, if she were insatiable. She had replied that we'd have to give it a try some time and see what her limits were. "We've been trying like crazy for the past couple days, and I don't think I'm worn out yet," she reported. "I take that to mean that you're ready again?" "Yep," she replied happily, "but I'll let you finish your breakfast." "Nice of you." "I wonder if I'm a nympho?" she mused, not seeming too worried about it. "More likely you're a healthy teenager who's having a lot of fun." "That sounds a lot better," she laughed. Then she added, "It's too bad we've got to leave soon, so hurry up and finish eating." I did as I was told, wolfing down my last strips of bacon. When we got into the bedroom, I got an idea from her giving me an order. As we neared the bed, I grabbed her arm, and swung her around. "What do you mean, giving me orders, bitch? I'm the boss around here." There was an expression of pure shock on Ashley's face, replaced by a grin as she saw that I was joking. "I'm sorry, Tom," she said in a fearful voice, "I'll never do anything like that again." "Damn right you won't, you little cunt," I snarled, pushing her (hard, but not too hard) onto the bed. "It's about time I taught you some lessons." "Don't hurt me, Tom, I'll do whatever I'm told." "I'll hurt you if I want to," I replied. "And you'll do as you're told whether I hurt you or not." I pulled her robe open roughly, tearing it in the process. "Now spread you legs like the nympho slut you are." She lay back, her legs wide, her pussy opening. "Now play with yourself," I growled. Ashley hesitated for a second, this was something new for her, but when I shouted "Now!" she put a finger in her vagina and began to stroke her clit with her thumb. I watched for a moment, enjoying the beautiful sight of this delicious teen masturbating, then took off my own robe. I positioned myself over her, my knees just outside her shoulders, and ordered, "Now open your mouth, bitch, and give me one of your slut blowjobs." She complied, taking my cock in her nand, and guiding it into her mouth. I looked down at her beautiful face as she sucked in my cock and looked up at me. Then I turned around to look at her pussy, where her fingers were now making squishy wet sounds as they worked on her pussy. In a few seconds I was hard. I smiled at her. "You know, this is a fun game, but I can't keep it up," I said, pulling my cock out of her mouth and ignoring my unconscious pun. I lay atop her and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Ashley," I said as I slid my cock into her open pussy. "I love you too, Tom," she answered, pulling me close for another long kiss, as her legs closed around my waist. We were both aroused by the game, and though I started off slowly, intending to offset the harshness of the game with some tenderness, I was soon stroking hard into her, and she was humping back just as hard. It was a pace that couldn't be maintained long, and when Ashley looked at me and said, "Yeah Tom, fuck me hard and I'll promise to be good from now on," it did me in. I pounded down into her several more times, and we both came hard. As we lay together afterward, Ashley commented, "You know, that was fun as a game, but I'd sure hate to be treated like that." I agreed that it would be unpleasant, and promised never to do it again. "Oh no," she responded quickly. "As a game it was fun, except for ripping my robe," she said, ruefully examining the torn silk garment. Then she smiled happily and said, "Let's go take a shower, that's fun, too," as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. I reflected as we entered the bathroom that a large part of the fascination that I felt for Ashley was the combination of her innocence and her increasing wantonness as she discovered her sexuality. But no matter how wild she became in the course of sex, her essential innocence remained. It was a mix that had me totally charmed. Had she known it, she was capable of wrapping me around her finger. But another part of her charm was that she remained unaware of her power over me. In the shower we again soaped each other and had a great time washing. When we again came to the part that remained unwashed, Ashley suggested that soaping up my cock thoroughly could turn in into a terrific washcloth. I agreed, but added that there was another spot that remained unwashed. "Where?" she asked, puzzled. I reached for the shelf, where Reward had placed the item I had just envisaged. "Your butt," I answered, showing her the dildo-shaped soap bar. She gasped in delight, though tinged with a bit of apprehension, as I held it under the water to get it slick. It was the size of a smallish cock, perhaps five inches or so Although clearly nervous, Ashley was also anxious to try something new, and turned around, bending over and spreading her ass cheeks. "Is this how?" she asked. I told her it would do just fine, as I pressed the head of the soap dildo, now sudsy, against her hole and began to push it forward. The virgin sphincter resisted, but gave grudgingly. I leaned over Ashley to whisper reassuring words in her ear, meanwhile using my free hand to caress her little breasts and belly. Gradually the dildo began to enter and Ashley relaxed as she could feel it entering and knew it wasn't going to hurt as badly as she thought. "Are you okay?" I asked when the tip was in. She nodded. "I thought it might really hurt," she said, "but it's just a little uncomfortable." I slid another bit in. As soft and slippery as it was, it now went in quite easily, and soon it was in all the way to its "balls". Ashley grinned proudly up at me as I told her it was all the way in. "Not bad, huh?" she said. "My first try." I agreed it wasn't bad. And now I stepped up behind her in the shower and, first soaping my cock, slipped it under the soap dildo into Ashley's hot little pussy. Ashley took in her breath with a long hiss, as for the first time she experienced the sensation of having both holes filled at once. "Ooh, that's nice," she said softly, then repeated it as I took my first stroke, accompanied by complementary movement of the dildo. I only moved the dildo the first few times, then decided I'd rather lean over her and play with her tits, which I did, telling Reward to move the dildo. It was interesting to watch the soap dildo moving in and out of Ashley's ass by itself, and I enjoyed the feeling of it on my cock through the thin membrane. Now, with her tits, ass, and pussy all getting attention, Ashley climaxed once, then again, then began what amounted to a continuous, low-level orgasm - really one climax after another, but following in such close succession that they seemed to be one. She probably would have fallen had I not been supporting her. Finally, realizing she could probably not take much more, I grabbed both her hips and drove hard into her several times, then spewed my sperm deep into her as she was simultaneously struck by the biggest of her series of orgasms. Weak-kneed myself, I collapsed slowly to the floor of the shower, pulling Ashley down atop me. And there we lay for a long time, the water washing over us, as we revived. Eventually Ashley rolled off me and lay beside me, pulling the soap dildo from her ass. She looked at it, then at me, smiling and saying, "Next time I want the real thing." We flew back to Phoenix late that afternoon. Ashley had homework to do. When I drove her home, she gushed over and over about how it had been the greatest weekend of her life, and I got many delightful thank you kisses. The only disturbing note was struck as we neared her house and Ashley realized that she had to return to the real world. There she asked the one question I couldn't answer. "What's going to become of us, Tom? I mean, are you going to marry me or what?" I was able to avoid the question by pointing out that she still had another year of high school. But as I drove away, after more good-bye kisses, I asked myself the same question, slightly differently worded: I'm having a great time, I told myself, but in the end, what's going to become of me, all of the various mes, and of the many people moving in my wake? ------- Chapter 32: The New Kid At School The week of Ashley's birthday was also when a new kid, a transfer from out of town, started at Cassie's school, which just happened to be St. Thomas Aquinas, the school I had attended. (Sharon sent the girls there because STA was a prestigious school, a factor that weighed heavily in all her decisions). The minute Thom McNally walked into the seventh grade classroom at STA, every little female heart in the room went pitter-pat. I had modeled my looks on the Backstreet Boy designated as "the cute one" deliberately to produce this effect. I thought I looked a bit effeminate, but I also knew that this was a look that had long been effective with pubescent girls. The school had changed a lot. There were no longer fifty-plus kids in a class, and there were very few nuns - and those few dressed pretty much like everybody else. The building was much the same though, just older, and the food in the cafeteria had not improved at all. Most importantly, for my purpose, young girls were still as romantic and horny as ever, and a whole lot less repressed than in the days when Karen Waner and Tommy Mallory went to school here. So when the new boy entered the classroom for the first time, he elicited much the same sort of comments he might have back then. My Reward-enhanced hearing picked up several variations on "oooh look, he's sooo cute." But there was also a determination to put actions behind those words that would have horrified most of the girls in Karen's class. But while Thom McNally was very sorry to disappoint any of the young ladies (and might try to find an opportunity to give some of them a little of what they wanted), he had enrolled in this class specifically because of Cassie Prince. Other than have all the girls hot for me, which Reward and their own hormones had taken care of, I had no plan for how I was going to arrange for Cassie's seduction. I knew that, ever since the first night she had watched her mother and I fuck in the living room of her home, her cherry had been growing increasingly ripe for the plucking. So I figured that I'd just show up in her classroom as her dream boy and wait for an opportunity. The teacher, Ms. Bennett, presented the opportunity first thing that morning. After she had introduced me as a newcomer to Phoenix from Tucson, and asked all the students to make me welcome (all the girls nodded eager assent, but some boys looked rather doubtful), she mentioned that I was arriving right in the middle of the Science Fair. "I hate to have you miss out on the fun," she joked, drawing groans from the class, "but it's too late probably to get started on a project." She considered. "Maybe it's best if I teamed you up with somebody." She paused, looking around the classroom. I knew she was looking for a boy to team me with, but Reward changed her thinking. Immediately her face brightened as she realized who was the perfect partner for me. "Oh Cassie, of course," she said, "you told me yesterday you needed someone to help with your experiments. Thom, why don't you work with Cassie on her project?" I nodded my acceptance of this arrangement as a look a shocked disbelief crossed the face of every girl in the room, except Cassie, who looked like a lottery winner. How hard could it be, after the teacher handed me the girl on a silver platter like that? I'd have to give Ms. Bennett a really nice gift at the end of the school year -- perhaps a boob job. Perhaps it was Ms. Bennett making everything so easy that made me decide to use Reward in an explicit manner. I think I mentioned once before that I had found that there were two ways I enjoyed using Reward sexually. One was the "subtle" or "implicit" method -- where I used him without letting anyone know -- usually by changing the woman's mental processes as little as possible while making her want to do what I wanted her to do. The other was what I thought of as "explicit" use -- in which I let her know what was happening to her, but prevented her from resisting. Usually I preferred the implicit method -- it was more fun to create the illusion that women (or girls, in this case) were madly in love with me, and throwing themselves at me. Occasionally, however, for a change of pace, it was fun to force compliance. The explicit method was also a lot easier -- I didn't have to give much thought to how I'd change a woman's thinking to make her want me. Since Ms. Bennett had already made things easy, I first decided to continue along that path with Cassie. Actually, Cassie didn't need much of a push, and either method probably would have been easy. In any case, I made up my mind to have Cassie that afternoon. I sat with her at lunch, much to the annoyance of several other girls who jostled for seats next to me in the cafeteria, and made plans to meet after school at my house to work on the project, which was something to do with the effects of ultraviolet light on plant growth. (Don't ask me for details, science is not my forte). I mentioned, reassuringly, that my mother would be there. So at 2:45, Cassie and Thom McNally crossed the school parking lot toward the house just a block away that Reward had set up as the McNally home. When we entered the house and dropped our backpacks in the living room, I suggested that we go to my room, where we could get to work. "Shouldn't you let your mom know we're here?" asked Cassie, following me down the hall. "She isn't here." "Uh, you said she was here." I smiled. "That was just for the girls who were listening -- so they wouldn't know we'd spent the afternoon fucking." She was literally speechless. I laughed and added, "You know you want to fuck me, you've been thinking about it all afternoon." Her blush showed it was true, but she denied it anyway. "Bullshit -- and I don't know who you think you are..." "I'm the guy who's going to take your cherry." "... but I'm leaving here, and you're about to be in deep shit." She turned to the door, which had closed behind her and was locked. She turned again to me, starting to feel fear for the first time. "You better unlock that door." "You came in behind me -- how could I have locked it?" "So you've got some kind of trick door -- now let me out of here." Cassie had a sudden inspiration. "My mom's going to be wondering where I am, and they'll come right here because everybody knows I was coming here after school." Suddenly there was the sound of a phone ringing in the room, and of a receiver being picked up at the other end. "Hello," said Sharon. "Hi, Mom," replied Cassie, to her consternation. "I'm at Brittany's house, working on my project. Her mom will bring me home after dinner." "Well," said Sharon, "that's okay, but let me know these things in advance next time." A pause. "And let me talk with Brittany's mom." There was another woman's voice in the room. "Hi, Sharon, it's no problem bringing Cassie home." "Thanks, Linda," Sharon replied. "I just wanted to check..." As the mothers chatted, their voices faded from the room. "How did you do that?" Cassie asked, too startled, momentarily, to be frightened. Then she realized that she wasn't getting out, and began to realize the implications of the power she had just seen. "Please let me go," she whined. I shook my head. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Whatever I want," I replied, making the buttons of her blouse begin to unfasten by themselves. Cassie grabbed at the buttons, trying to force them to stop, then began crying in fear. That's when I realized that I couldn't continue with this -- just as I couldn't fully enjoy a rape game (even with both of us knowing it was a game) with Ashley. I liked Cassie too much to cause her the kind of fear and pain this was causing. So I changed the game in mid-inning, so to speak. I still didn't want the ordinary, run-of-the-mill seduction, so I turned Cassie into a submissive slut instead. With the buttons of her uniform blouse already undone, she shrugged the blouse off and began caressing her small breasts through her bra. "I'm glad you invited me here, Thom," she breathed in a twelve-year-old's conception of a vamp's voice, "I've been getting hot all day thinking about you." She knelt in front of me, leaning her head against my chest as I sat on the bed, and rubbing my crotch as she said, "Please fuck me, Thom -- I want to be yours." "Every other girl in the class wants me, too," I told her. "I know," she replied. "But I'll do anything for you -- anything." "What will you do that the other girls won't?" I asked skeptically. She looked up at me, pleadingly. "I'll do anything. Anytime you want me, any way you want me, whatever you want to do with me, I'll do it and I'll love it." She paused and thought -- she wanted to make it stronger. "They want to be your girlfriends and so do I, but I want more -- I want to belong to you." "Show me," I said. "Dance for me." Cassie lifted herself from my lap, smiling down at me and starting to sway to the sensuous music that suddenly emanated from the radio. She danced unskillfully, but with the suppleness of youth and the enthusiasm of lust. Her hands cupped her small budding breasts, squeezing them, then holding them out to me as she leaned in close. Straightening, she continued to sway to the music as she reached behind to unhook the bra, then smiled broadly as she lowered the cups slowly, gradually revealing her small conical breasts, the sharp points of which were tipped with dime-sized bright pink aureoles and small but quite erect nipples. As the bra dropped to the ground, she grabbed each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and pinched, pulling them forward as far as they'd go, then releasing. She sighed with pleasure. "My nipples are really, really sensitive," she said. "Do you want to play with them?" She leaned over again, cupping her breasts as an offering to me. I leaned forward and licked one nipple a couple times, drawing another sigh, then turning to the other and sucking it in. I sucked hard, then flicked it several times with my tongue. "Oh that feels good," she hissed, responding to a totally new sensation. "Please do it more." But I withdrew. "Dance some more," I told her. "You're supposed to be showing what you can do for me, remember?" She nodded and straightened to continue dancing, now even more turned on, her hips swaying more strongly, the pleated uniform skirt swaying in counterpoint. I began undressing as she danced, and Cassie's eyes riveted on my hard dick, not as big as some I've used, but large for a seventh grade boy. I stroked it a couple times, looking into her hungry eyes. "Do you want this, Cassie?" She nodded. "Where do you want it?" She licked her lips. "Wherever you want to put it." "You have to earn it," I replied. "Your dancing hasn't really been that good," I pointed out. "By now you should have me so hot I couldn't control myself." "I'll try harder," Cassie promised, upset that I wasn't pleased with her performance. She had been playing with her tits as she danced, but now her hand crept under her skirt and began stroking out of sight, while her hips began moving less side to side and more back and forth. "Turn around and show me your butt," I suggested, and immediately she did so, swinging her pretty little rear back and forth and looking over her shoulder to see what reaction she was getting. Then she pulled up her skirt to show me her white nylon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks, then bending over to poke her butt almost into my face. "It's yours, Thom," she said. "Do anything you want with it." What I did right then was put my face close to her ass to see her pussy lips clearly outlined in the sopping wet panties. I inhaled the odor of her arousal, and pulled her panties down in the back to reveal her ass. It was beautiful - small but rounded, with hips that were just beginning to flare with her graduation into womanhood. "You've got a nice ass, Cassie," I said as I pulled open her ass cheeks to reveal the small brown pucker of her asshole, which I touched with the tip of my tongue. She shivered with the pleasure of the touch and the pleasure of the first compliment she had received from me. "Thank you," she said, turning her head, "do you want to have me there?" "Not yet," I answered. "You haven't finished entertaining me yet." I slapped her lightly on the ass, sending her back to dance some more. Again she danced, though now the dance consisted mostly of her standing in front of me, moving her hips back and forth as she stroked herself under her skirt. Then she reached behind to unhook the skirt and it fell to the floor. Now the pretty little girl with beautiful deepset brown eyes and sparkling blonde hair, a sprinkling of freckles across a tiny nose on an angelic face that was now contorted in lust, stood before me dressed only in a pair of nylon panties. The panties had a dark and spreading stain in the front that showed clearly the outlines of her nearly bare pussy lips, and were pulled down below her ass in the back. And now she stood in front of me and thrust forward her hips as she stroked her slit through the panties and breathed in gasps of passion. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feeling coursing up from her pussy through her whole body. "Don't close your eyes, Cassie," I admonished gently. "When you close your eyes, that means you're thinking about your own pleasure. You should always be looking at me." Cassie's eyes snapped open guiltily. "I'm sorry, Thom," she said, then danced nearer to me, her hips thrust forward. She rubbed her crotch with both hands, then cupped her butt with the hands, pushing her crotch forward, as though to hand it to me. "Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "It's yours." "I can't see it, ' I said, reaching out to pull the panties down to midthigh. The motion revealed a tiny slit, light pink on the lips from all the rubbing it had been taken, a rosy pink in the bit of interior showing, surrounded by just a wisp of fine hair. "It's very nice," I said, smiling up at her, "I'm going to really enjoy fucking it." Cassie's face blushed as pink as her pussy at the pleasure of the compliment. "Thank you, Thom," she said, nearly overcome with joy. "Do you want to have me now?" "Not yet," I said. "Why don't you play with your pussy a little bit more? Open it up so I can see inside." She obediently reached down and pulled open her pussy lips, again thrusting her hips obscenely forward to give me a better view, then sticking a finger between the lips to caress her little clit. Though the girl had never been fucked, her hips rocked gently back and forth in the instinctive rhythm as her finger gently pushed the head of her clit back and forth. I motioned her to come closer to me, then put out my hand, with one finger pointing up. "Fuck my finger, Cassie," I told her, and she lowered herself down on my finger and wiggled her hips to lodge it in her vagina, then sighed with pleasure as she began fucking up and down on it. As she rose and fell on my finger, she smiled at me, "That's good, Thom." She concentrated on her pleasure for a few more up and down strokes, then looked at me again, begging, "Please fuck me." I stood and picked her up, lowering her to the bed. She squeaked with pleasure as I laid her down, spreading her legs wide. "Open your pussy for me," I told her, and she reached between her legs, pulling the lips of her pussy wide with both hands, showing the rosy pinkness of the interior, glistening with her juices. I had felt no hymen, and we were both very aroused, so I entered her more quickly than I normally would a virgin, drawing a small squeal of pain, for which she quickly apologized. I eased off momentarily, kissing her while I waited for her to be ready, then beginning the ancient in-out motion. Cassie was so aroused that she came after only a couple strokes. Again I paused and held her tight as she shuddered through her first real orgasm. I had treated her somewhat roughly, but I really liked Cassie, perhaps even loved her, and was enjoying seeing her get so much pleasure out of her first full sexual experience. When finally she had recovered, she kissed me tenderly and thanked me. "I've never felt anything so good in my life," she gushed. "I'll do anything for you, just please keep doing that for me." I reminded her that since she said she wanted to belong to me, she had to do anything for me whether I gave her orgasms or not. She blushed in embarrassment at her error, but I kissed her and said, "Don't worry, I take good care of the things that belong to me." Again she thanked me, then added, "Please fuck me hard now." I pulled my cock out nearly all the way, then slid it hard, though not full power, into her. "That's it," she breathed, "now harder." By the time she said it, I was almost out of her, and again I slid forward, just a little harder. Her response was simply to gasp and then stroke back at me. The next stroke was harder, and then I was slamming into the little girl with all my force, while her little pussy pushed back up at me, meeting each stroke and begging for more. Again and again I stroked down into her, harder and harder, until neither of us could stand it any more, and we both boiled over. Cassie screamed in ecstasy as I coated the walls of her womb with her first dose of sperm. When we were finished her hands and her mouth were all over me, as she feverishly covered my face with kisses. "Omigod, Thom, that was wonderful. I'm yours, I'm yours," she gasped out between kisses. "Please keep fucking me forever." "I might," I replied when she had stopped kissing me, and as I pulled out of her, "but first you need to get my cock cleaned off." She looked down at my cock, covered with her juices, but hesitated only a second before moving her head to my crotch and beginning to lick it clean. When she had licked all her own juices off my cock and began sucking me, I asked how she thought she tasted. "Not bad," she replied with a laugh, "you wanna taste me?" With that she swung her body around and straddled my head in the classic 69 position. We were both about the same height, about five feet, so her cunt was pretty much right at eye level for me. It gaped wide, with little streams of semen and pussy juice running down both legs, and some dried juices on her butt cheeks. Her vagina was open and my sperm glistened deep inside her. Just the tip of her clitoris peeked out from its sheath. I decided I wanted to see more of it, so I put out my tongue and poked it a couple times with the tip, then wiped the length of my tongue across it. Cassie responded by pushing her hips down, trying to get more, while sucking harder on my cock. I pulled away for a few moments, though, because I wanted to feast my eyes a bit more before digging in with my tongue. I pulled her outer lips wide open to get a better look, then pulled on the inner lips, pulling them as far out as they would go, then pulling them wide. Then I stuck both thumbs into her vagina and pulled it open wide, looking deep inside her. With each move, Cassie grunted and sucked harder, or made some kind of noise that vibrated nicely on my cock. I wedged open her vagina with a thumb and forefinger and stuck a finger from the other hand inside, poking around at the walls of the vagina. Then I followed with my tongue, rolling it into a spear and sticking it far up her hole, then having Reward lengthen it so it went even farther up. Now Cassie's hips were bucking hard and she was making little squeaking noise around my cock. When I pulled my tongue out of her vagina and pulled away, she whimpered in dismay and tried to force her cunt down on me. I looked at her clit and saw that it was fully erect -- it wouldn't take much more to put her over the edge. I worked my finger into her ass. There was some resistance, but her ass and my finger were both well-lubricated from her pussy juices, so I got it in without too much difficulty. From her reaction, it appeared her ass was very sensitive, because there was a big intake and breath, then she released my cock long enough to turn and say, "I really like that," Before returning to her sucking. I stroked the finger in and out a couple times, then added a thumb in her vagina, and stroked the two holes together, rubbing my thumb and finger together through the membrane separating the holes. She was breathing hard and barely able to continue sucking my cock, so I decided to put her over with a quick clit-suck. First I stuck another finger in her ass, then I stroked her harder a few more times to push her closer to the edge, and finally I grabbed her clit with my lips and sucked it into my mouth as hard as I could, flicking it several times with my tongue. Cassie went wild, her whole body going stiff as the waves first ran through her body, then her hips bucking wildly as she seemingly tried to stuff my head up her vagina. She ground her pussy down on my face, rubbing it back and forth several times, then collapsed and lay totally silent and motionless for a long time. Eventually, I crawled out from under the wreckage, and Cassie revived as I rolled her off me. "Wow, that was good," was all she said. "I'm glad," I replied. "Now it's my turn." She was lying on her back and I positioned myself over her, putting my cock in her mouth. I let her just suck it a while, enjoying the sight of her angelic little face, freckled across the nose, gorged with my cock. She sucked and stroked my cock and played with my balls until I was nearly ready to come. Then I leaned farther over, resting on hands and knees, and began slowly fucking down into her mouth. I looked down and saw my cock moving in and out of her mouth, as she sucked on the downstrokes. Then I stroked slightly harder a few times, pushing my cock farther into her mouth, finally lodging at the entrance to her throat and shooting my load. I pulled out after the first shot, which caused her to gag slightly, then put the next couple shots on her face, before collapsing on the bed next to her. When she had swallowed the sperm I had put in her mouth and wiped most of the rest off her face, feeding some to me and taking some for herself, she snuggled beside me, burying her head against my neck. "Thanks, Thom," she spoke softly into my ear, "when you do me real hard like that, I know I'm really yours. I'm not just a girlfriend -- I really belong to you." We lay for a while, cuddled together, before Cassie arose, saying, "I'd like to stay here like this forever, but I've really got to pee." This reminded me of a mild kink I'd always wanted to try. "Do it here," I said. "Huh?" she replied. "Here? Where?" "On the floor," I suggested. "Just squat here like you were peeing outdoors and do it." She looked at me as though I were crazy. "I can't do that," she said. "You're not allowed to say no to me." She was flustered by her mistake. "Oh Thom, I'm sorry," she answered contritely, giving me a hug. She looked again at the carpet. "I'll make a mess," she said. "Your mom will kill us both." "Don't worry about it," I said. "Just do what I tell you to do." Still uncertain, Cassie squatted in the middle of the room and tried to relax her bladder. "Open your legs wider," I directed, reclining on the floor in front of her, and resting my head on one arm at about pussy-level, ready to watch the show. As her legs spread, I told her to hold her pussy open. Still looking nervous about her first public performance of a private function, it took a moment for her system to work. But finally a few drops, then a sputter of yellow droplets, and finally a steady stream of warm yellow urine burst forth. I watched the stream arc toward me, a few splashes hitting me. I reached out and put a finger into the stream, drawing a grin from Cassie, then tasted my finger. There were only a few drops, and there was not a particularly strong taste to the warm liquid. As she finished, I stuck my finger into her pussy and got a few more drops for her to lick from my finger. The event had aroused me more than I had expected. She was clearly still embarrassed, but proud that she'd done as I'd told her. "I told you I'd do anything for you," she said. "Those other girls just want to be your girlfriends and have you take them places, but I'll do anything you say." I thought about peeing on her - another kink I'd been thinking about, but decided neither she nor I was ready for it yet. "A girl doesn't really belong to a guy until he fucks her in all her holes," I told her. "Are you ready to get buttfucked?" She immediately climbed back on the bed, laid herself down and spread her legs wide, raising the knees up to her shoulders and opening her ass cheeks with her hands. "Is this the way you want me?" she asked, adding, "It's the way my stepdad usually does my mom's ass." "Do you watch them?" I asked, savoring the beautiful sight of the girl, just a bit short of her thirteenth birthday, spread obscenely wide before me, and eagerly anticipating her first reaming. "Yeah, I like to sneak up to their door at night and watch them - it's really cool," she answered. "And my stepdad knows I'm watching - he saw me the first time and winked at me." She was getting excited talking about her voyeurism, beginning to finger her clit and then her vagina as she described it. "That sounds cool," I answered. "Do you masturbate while you're watching?" "Yeah," she answered, increasing her pace. "I usually come when they do. I really love watching them - I was amazed the first time I saw it, but I really got off that night." "Your stepdad knows you're watching, and he doesn't care?" She nodded. "Have you ever fucked him?" Again her pace increased, and I added a finger in her ass to help her along. "No, I've never fucked anybody but you. But I was with him in Mexico when he fucked two Mexican girls -- one of them ate my pussy and I ate hers." "Do you like doing it with girls?" She smiled happily as I stroked her ass and her own fingers dug deeper into her pussy. "Not as much as I like it with you." "Are you gonna fuck your old man someday?" "No," she answered, "because I belong to you. Or I will," she added, putting out her arms invitingly, "as soon as you fuck my ass." I positioned myself over her and put my cock in position against the little hole. The sphincter held tight for a moment, but then I realized that Cassie was trying too hard. I advised her to relax and just let me in. She did, and I very slowly began to push through the tight ring. It was slow going, however, both because she was small and because she was still trying too hard, too anxious to please. When I had the head in I told her that it was all over, that now it was just a matter of sliding the rest in. That wasn't quite true of course, but believing it was enough to relax her so that I could more or less just "slide it in." Her ass was delicious, tight and warm. Also delicious was the sight of the young girl spread wide for her first buttfuck, her sweet face showing her concern over pleasing her lover. I kissed her sweet little lips and told her she had done a great job. She smiled happily. I straightened up to look down on her again, telling her to spread her pussy lips and play with herself while I fucked her. She reached between her legs and pulled her labia wide open, grinning up at me with the pleasure of knowing how the exhibition affected me. Then she started twirling her finger around her clit, while I slowly stroked into her ass. "Put your finger into your hole," I advised her, "and you'll be able to feel my cock in your ass." She did as I advised and then grinned up at me. "Cool," she said, "I can feel it." The combined effects of her finger in her vagina, her thumb on her clit, and my cock in her ass were rapidly bringing Cassie to the boil. For me, the combination of her tight virgin ass and the visual stimulus of her beauty and innocence were enough. I had been going slow, but she was loosened up enough now to take some harder stroking - and I was certainly ready. I lowered myself down onto her and began to pump harder. Cassie took her hands from her cunt and put them on my back, pulling me tighter. Her lips were warm on my ear, where they breathed softly, "I'm yours, Thom, do me now." I slammed down hard and her hips rose up to meet my cock. I slammed harder, and she pushed back. Again and again I drove my cock into her little butthole, and again and again her butt took the blow and came back for more. Finally I drove it to the hilt one last time, we both shuddered, my semen spurted into Cassie's bowels, and we both lay silent. I didn't know how long we'd been going at it in real terms, but I had Reward fix the clock and suggested to Cassie that we just had time for a shower before she needed to get home. So we hurriedly showered (though I couldn't resist the opportunity to turn her around for one quick fuck from behind), then got dressed. "You're lucky," I told her as she was leaving, "most girls don't get fucked in all three holes on their first day." ------- Chapter 33: The Hall Monitor's Nightmare Thom McNally kept up things with Cassie for the next several days, and I was feeling progressively more rotten about it as I went along. Every day I told myself I had to stop it, and every day I continued because, however much it may have repulsed me, I was enjoying it too much. It came to a head the night of the Science Fair when I was there both as Cassie's project partner, Thom McNally, and as her stepfather, Tom Mallory. As Thom McNally, I couldn't keep my hands off the delicious little girl, and finally had to blind the whole meeting room while I made her go down on all fours and I buttfucked her. As Tom Mallory, I had to listen to Sharon talk about how cute it was that Cassie was so obviously smitten with a bad case of puppy love. "Look at how she can't keep her eyes off him," she whispered to me. "And she hangs on every word he says. It's just adorable." I knew just how unadorable it was, and decided right then that I had to end it. Perhaps in some sort of karmic backlash to my misbehavior at Cassie's school, I simultaneously had a problem of a different type at another school. The morning after the Science Fair, as I sat in my office, with Wendy giving me my first blowjob of the day, I got an emergency call from Reward. He told me that I needed to get to Melissa's school right away. Momentarily blank on who the hell Melissa was, and preoccupied with the throbbing in my balls that Wendy's wondrous suction was causing, I told Reward that I was busy at the moment and would attend to this Melissa person as soon as I had filled several of Wendy's orifices. Reward replied that it was very important, and had enough of an element of concern in his demeanor that I told him that I would be with him as soon as I finished with Wendy. I then let Wendy finish with me by putting my hands on the back of her head and silently urging me to fuck her face. I stroked deep into her throat several times as she sucked me in deeper. Then I splashed down her throat and told her I'd be back for more as soon as I attended to some business. She was disappointed, but went off to her desk to read dirty stories on the internet and masturbate until I needed her again. I then asked Reward to fill me in on what was happening. I still couldn't remember who Melissa was -- was she some girl I had fucked recently? I couldn't remember anybody by that name, but there had been so many. It turned out that the Melissa in question was Beth's nine-year-old daughter. Reward filled me in on the problem as he transported me to the school. Reward's way of "filling me in" was of course instantaneous (as was his way of transporting me). He simply ran a super fast-forward movie in my brain, showing me everything that had happened that morning. I'll fill you in on the most important points, though it will take a bit longer than the split-second in which I learned it. The first frames of the film show Beth and Melissa entering the school. Beth was coming in with her daughter because she needed to discuss with the principal something related to the upcoming Teacher Appreciation Night, for which Beth was chairing the organizing committee. This being near the end of the school year, the school had taken on a few college students about to graduate with education degrees, who were doing their on-site training, or internships, or whatever they call it in the teaching biz. Beth happened to pass one of these trainees in the hall. He happened to be male. He happened to be twenty-two. He happened to be a gymnast who was planning on a career in coaching, and had a terrific body. And she happened to think he was just what her pussy needed. So Beth had Reward project into the young man's mind that she was Britney Spears or Catherine Zeta Jones or some such person, and that they were meeting in a dark alley rather than in an elementary school hallway. So when she started ripping off his clothes and whispering passionately in his ear, he responded as one might expect. In a matter of moments, Britney/Catherine/Beth was on her back with her legs sticking straight up and the young teacher was between said legs with his tongue far up her vagina. Now, as you know, I have no particular reason to take exception to any of this. Considering some of my own activities, I can hardly object on moral grounds, and I have no problem with Beth stuffing her pussy with whatever cock she happens to find handy. My only real objection to the situation was that Beth, having felt the itch between her legs, had completely forgotten about anything else, such as taking the basic precaution of making the two of them invisible. Instead, she just sprawled on the floor, spread her legs, and started howling with lust as the young man's tongue moved out of her vagina and began playing with her highly sensitive and thoroughly experienced clit. The sight of two nude people writhing on the floor of a grade school hallway will generally attract a fair amount of notice, and this case was no exception. Kids had already begun to gather around, and as Beth screamed in lust and shouted out "Stick it in me, stud!" teachers poured out of the classrooms. At this point, even Beth had to notice that she had made a mistake. All would still have been well had she then wiped out everybody's memory of the situation and made the two of them invisible. Unfortunately, she found that she was getting off on the commotion she was causing, so she let things go on, just preventing anyone from stopping her by building a barrier between her and the crowd -- effectively a glass wall. Even this would have been okay if she had frozen people in place, but she forgot this precaution, too, which allowed some of the teachers to go get the principal, who came to look, ran into the glass wall, and headed back to his office to call the police. Being the good bureaucrat he was, he then turned his attention to filling out a rather negative evaluation form on the young teacher, noting that he had "failed to conduct himself professionally in interaction with parents." Beth would have disputed this comment, had she been aware of it. She was not aware of much, however, because the teacher, despite his youth, had just finished quite professionally licking her to an orgasm. Beth reciprocated with one of her dynamite blowjobs. Having been on the receiving end of many of them, I fully understood the look of pure rapture on the young man's face -- I'm sure he had received nothing remotely like a Beth blowjob in his short life. (His enjoyment of it was enhanced, no doubt, by his perception that it was Britney Spears whose tongue was curled around his cock). When he was right on the edge of coming, Beth stopped, squatted over him, and lowered her pussy onto his quivering cock. Then, telling Reward to keep him from coming until she was ready, she began riding him, raising and lowering her pussy with her hands on his chest, to support herself and to play with his nipples. It was at this point that the police arrived. I have no doubt that they had never dealt with any such situation in their careers, but as a former taxpayer I'm happy to report that they acted with great professionalism and presence of mind. They knew exactly what they had to do and they set about doing it immediately upon their arrival. What they had in mind was neatly summarized by one of them in his opening comment: "C'mon, everybody, break it up!" Unfortunately, this had little effect. Beth just smiled at them (she seemed to have her eye on the tall hispanic officer and might have recruited him for sloppy seconds had time permitted) and continued to ride up and down on the teacher's cock, then got on hands and knees and invited him to do the dog with her. To complicate the situation further, the police radio call had been picked up by Channel 5, the local CBS affiliate, which had dispatched a crew to the school. This was the point at which I arrived, with the TV truck, complete with satellite uplink, parked in front, the crew running inside. In just moments the scene (complete with appropriately placed dots) would be on national TV. Reward's concern appeared to have been well-founded. My first action was to freeze everything. My second was to shout, "Beth, what the... ?" "Fuck?" she finished for me, laughing. "I'm just having fun, Tom. What's the problem?" I figured I wouldn't be able to talk sense with Beth until she had had her orgasm, so I let the teacher finish fucking her. He stroked her a few more times, they both came, and then, as they lay on the floor recovering, I ended the whole thing. I wiped everybody's memory of the morning, and sent the principal and the TV news crew off to the cafeteria, where the results of the student's recent art contest were displayed. I had a passing giggle at the thought of the Channel 5 news producer, back at the station later in the day, trying to remember why he had sent a full crew, complete with satellite uplink, to cover a grade school art show. Then I had Reward transport Beth and I back to her house. She was a little upset with me about that, pointing out that she was supposed to meet the principal about Teacher Appreciation Night. I commented that she had certainly shown how much she appreciated the teachers, and anyway, the principal was busy with Channel 5. Then I got to the point. "Beth, you can't do that kind of stuff." "Sure I can," she replied complacently. "You can always fix it afterward." She was right, of course, but I still had the feeling that there was danger involved in letting Beth run loose. She was totally irresponsible, totally wild, and getting more so. "Beth," I said, "I'm going to limit how you can use Reward. You can do absolutely anything you want inside your house, but I'm instructing Reward to not let you do anything outside." "Oh c'mon, Tom, that sucks," she whined. Then added, "Speaking of which, let me give you a blowjob and then you'll feel better." A Beth blowjob is guaranteed to improve anyone's mood, but even as I lay satiated afterward and Beth was licking up the remnants, I told her that I was adamant about limiting her activities to her house. She gave me a searching look, realized that I was serious and sighed in true martyr fashion. "Well, if you insist, Tom, I guess I have no choice." "Actually, you don't," I smiled, "but don't try to lay a guilt trip on me. You can clone any man you want and bring him here, and how many women have their own dungeon?" She smiled in acceptance of my argument, so I added, to change the subject, "How'd you do with the TV guy?" To my surprise she broke out laughing. My reference was to her decision to grab the latest romantic lead from her favorite soap, All My Children. She had told me the previous morning that she was going to take him off the TV screen that day. "Damn," she laughed. "I'm watching the show yesterday, and he's on there - Morton's his name on the show, I don't know his real name - and he's in a big clinch with Erica (even though he's supposed to be Brooke's lover, but that's okay because Brooke is just using him to make Justin jealous) - where was I?" "You were watching the show and Morton was making it with Erica." "Right - okay, so I say 'I gotta have him' and I get Reward to pull him out of the TV for me. So he pops out of the TV and he's standing in the middle of the living room, and I say 'Come here and fuck me silly, baby' or something like that, and he looks at me like I've got leprosy." She laughs again. "That beautiful hunk of flesh is a fag, damn it. What a waste." "So did you change him?" I asked. "No," she replied, "I just sent him down to the dungeon and let him play with my slaves - and let them play with him." "I'm sure all concerned are pleased with the kindness of their mistress." "You know," she laughed, "I think you're being sarcastic, but I thought it was very nice of me, giving them a little playmate who loves taking it up the ass. I thought about doing him," she added, "but it just isn't the same with a dildo." "So why don't you have Reward give you a cock?" It was a revelation to Beth. "Damn," she said, "why didn't I think of that?" We hadn't undressed when we got to Beth's house, but now she pulled off her skirt, revealing a good-sized male cock. I didn't find the sight very appetizing, but Beth was fascinated with it, holding it in her hand and beginning to stroke it into erection. "Wow, cool!" she shouted. "Do you want me to buttfuck you?" "Not even close," I answered. "And, as a personal favor to me, I'd prefer that you not wear that thing when I'm here, okay?" She sighed. "As I've said before, Tom, at heart you're a prude." "As I've said before, Beth, you're right. In any case," I added, "I need to get back to work, and I'm sure you want to go down to the dungeon and start playing with your new toy." "You got that right," she grinned. "I hope one of those guys can give me a decent blowjob." "That would be a shame, Beth," I agreed as I kissed her good-bye, "if somebody who gives such great head can't get any in return. Good luck." So I left Beth to her playmates and returned to the office, where Wendy was seated at her desk, looking for all the world like an efficient secretary with her attention focused on her work on the computer monitor, but in fact reading porn and vigorously frigging herself under the desk. She smiled brightly at me as I approached her desk outside my office. She knew she stood a good chance of getting fucked anytime I entered the office, though sometimes she had to wait a while. "What are you reading, Wendy?" I asked as I looked over the desk. As I expected, her skirt was up around her waist and most of her left hand was in her vagina. She smiled sweetly again. "It's called 'Bondage Babes in Babylon'," she replied, rising to follow me into my office. When we were inside, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down in front of me -- just a bit roughly. She immediately opened my zipper and pulled out my penis to begin licking. "From now on," I told her as she licked, "we're going to start being a bit kinkier. You're going to be my submissive and I'll use your body any way I want." I had decided that, if I were to do without having Cassie as a submissive slut, I needed a replacement. Wendy was already about halfway there, and would probably love it. Wendy's only question about the new arrangement, as soon as I had spurted all over her face, was what was the kinky part. She had been a submissive several times, she informed me. "What do you consider kinky?" I asked. Before answering, she asked me if I was going to want to have her some more, and if I wanted her naked. When I nodded, she began taking her clothes off -- not a lengthy process, since she didn't wear much and was well practiced in getting dressed and undressed quickly. "I don't know," she said finally. "I guess it's sorta kinky when people dress up as babies, or have me wear diapers, or they smear shit all over me." She gave me a searching look. "That's kinda strange, isn't it?" She lay down and spread her legs. "Is this how you want me?" I agreed that it was strange, as I got down over her, but I did not agree that it was how I wanted her. "Lift your butt a bit more," I started to say, then realized that it was too nicely worded for a submissive. I grabbed both legs by the calf and pushed them up to her head. "Open your ass," I told her. She pulled her buttcheeks apart and I drove my cock into her bowels. She gave a gasp of pain as my cock went deep into her in a single thrust, then again when I pulled out and drove into her again. As I shoved my cock into her again and again, however, she pushed her ass back up at me, trying to get it in deeper, harder. "Yeah," she breathed, "that's it. Take me hard." As she lifted her ass higher, she begged me to drive into her, putting her legs around me and urging me on, pushing my ass with her heels, spurring me to go faster and harder into her ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me hard." I drove harder and she came, but I kept driving into her. Wendy's passion increased, her blonde hair flying as her head whipped from side to side. "Fuck me more," she yelled. "Fuck me. I'm your slut," she howled. I lifted her up then and bent her over the sofa. I entered her pussy and began stroking her hard, while I looked into the gaping asshole, still open and distended from my cock. I put a finger, then two, then three into the open ass. Wendy turned and smiled at me. "Fist me," she purred. "Fist my ass." With that I added the other fingers and drove my fist into her well-prepared asshole. A brief tensing as she first accepted the invasion, then Wendy drove her ass back hard against me hand. I drove forward and I was deep into her bowels. "Oh god, I love it!" she cried. "I'm such a fucking slut." Now I drove my fist and my cock in and out of her holes, as Wendy pushed back, trying to match both strokes. Our timing wasn't good, but it didn't matter, since we lasted only a few strokes before I put my load up her cunt. As I lay collapsed on the floor, Wendy, after only a moment's rest, was cleaning off my cock and trying to interest me in doing her again. "How do you want me this time?" she asked. "Is there anything you wouldn't do, Wendy?" She thought (or did whatever it was that passed for thought in her little brain). "Well, I guess I wouldn't like it if somebody whipped me or beat me up real bad," she said uncertainly. "But," she brightened, "I like it when guys spank me, and just hurt me a little bit." Cassie came home from school that night in a deep funk. The teacher had told them that Thom McNally, who had just transferred in from Tucson, was not going to be at the school any more -- his dad had just been transferred again, this time to Uzbekistan. ------- Chapter 34: Ashley's Surprise (Part 1) Several months before, Ashley had asked me my birthday. Taken by surprise by the question, I had made up a date, which had now arrived. It was the first Saturday morning in June, the kids were out of school and I was at my beach house, waiting for Ashley to arrive. A coincidence had made it relatively easy to arrange Ashley's disappearance from home this time. USC had sent invitations to some of the top high school juniors at various schools in Phoenix (and probably other western cities), inviting them for a weekend visit and recruiting pitch. Ashley had been invited, as had my daughter Sarah and a couple other kids from their school. Ashley had explained to me that she'd fly over to LA with Sarah, and come down to my place from the airport, where the limo I'd hired would be waiting for her. Sarah would cover for her. She'd have to be back at the LA airport Sunday night to fly back. For the whole week previous, Ashley had been teasing me with hints about the big surprise present she had for me. I hoped she hadn't spent a lot of money or gone to a lot of trouble, but I was getting pretty curious to see what it was. Little did I know. I was on the top deck waiting for them as the limo drove up. Ashley popped out of the car before the driver could open the door for her, running to me and kissing me as though we'd been apart for weeks. "I'm so excited to be back here!" she cried out after our kiss. Then her face got a little more serious, "But I've been getting nervous that maybe you won't like your present." I laughed. "After all the mystery?" I asked. "Do you think you built up the suspense too high?" I kissed her lightly on her forehead. "Whatever it is, I'll love it. Bring it inside and I'll open it," I suggested. But Ashley didn't move. She hesitated, and when she spoke, it came out in a rush. "Do you remember, back when we first met -- the first time I was in your hotel room -- we talked about fantasies?" I nodded. I vaguely remembered; if I recalled correctly, I had made something up, because I couldn't tell her that I was fulfilling every fantasy I'd ever had. "Well, you said your fantasy was to have two girls at once," she went on, a bit nervously. "Uh huh." I silently prayed that she hadn't called an escort service and hired a hooker, but that sounded like what she was leading into. What had possessed me, I asked myself, to tell her that that was my fantasy? Why not eating whipped cream out of her pussy, or dressing up in latex, for god's sake? "Well, I didn't know what to do, and then I remembered the way you looked at my friend Sarah that night in her bedroom... " Omigod. She waved at the car, and out stepped my daughter, smiling nervously at me. I guess my reaction was sufficiently stunned to please them both. Sarah giggled. "I think he likes the idea, Ashley." Ashley smiled at her friend, then said, "I asked Sarah because of the way you looked at her, and also because I know she'll try anything... " "That's the polite way of putting it," Sarah said with a laugh. "Usually Ashley just calls me the school slut." As a reasonably realistic parent, I had not assumed that my seventeen-year-old daughter was virgin. Like most parents, I knew there was a good possibility that she was sexually active, though like most parents I preferred not to dwell on the thought. It was another matter, however, to hear her describe herself, even jokingly, as a slut. Ashley reddened. "That's not true, Sarah," she insisted. "I wish I were as adventurous as you are." Sarah grinned at me. "She's right though, I'll try anything once, or maybe twice." She looked at me appraisingly, then said to Ashley, "You're right, he is cute. This should be fun." "So what do you think, Tom?" Ashley asked, grinning wickedly. "Do you like my birthday present?" Sarah pirouetted in a parody of a model's turn, saying to Ashley, "We really should have tied a ribbon around me." I think I stammered something, but I'm not sure. Sarah rescued me by excitedly saying she was tired of waiting, she wanted to see the fabulous house Ashley had been telling her about. Then she grabbed Ashley by the hand and pulled her behind her down the stairs and into the house. I let Ashley conduct the tour while I waited out on the deck, meditatively sipping an iced tea that Dominique had brought me. What was I going to do? I knew what I should do, but I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I didn't resolve the question until about twenty minutes later when the girls emerged from the house. After their tour, they had taken the opportunity to change clothes, and they were wearing matching white bikinis, slightly more than thongs. At that moment I knew I was going to fuck my daughter. My face told them my reaction. "He likes 'em," said Sarah, and the girls began striking poses, the sexiness of the scene undercut somewhat by their giggles. But only somewhat -- when Sarah stuck out her chest and rubbed her large breasts, it had a hell of an effect on me. Ashley then suggested we go down to the beach, but when I got up, Sarah focussed on the bulge in my pants. "I think he needs something warmer than that water," she said, walking up next to me and rubbing my erection through my pants. "Are you going to take care of this, or should I?" she asked Ashley. Ashley paused, embarrassed, obviously not certain yet about either having sex with another person watching or watching me having sex with her friend (and also, it appeared, intimidated by Sarah's beauty and figure and self-assurance). "Ashley!" Sarah expostulated. "This whole thing was your idea, don't tell me you're going to chicken out now." Ashley was still uneasy, and I had the feeling that Sarah was trying to put her on the spot, maybe upstage her a little. So I had Reward ease her embarrassment a bit, and said, "Ashley first," with a smile to Sarah. Still frightened by what she had gotten herself into, Ashley came forward slowly, but relaxed as I put my arms around her and hugged her to me, kissing her deeply. "Tom, I love you so much," she said softly. "Okay, you guys, enough of the mushy stuff," Sarah cracked. "Let's get down to some serious sex." We all laughed, but I was aroused enough that I liked the suggestion. The hug turned into heavy-duty fondling, as my hands dropped to Ashley's butt, left almost totally bare by the tiny bikini. I kneaded the two firm globes, and slid my hand down to touch her asshole, which I had fucked for the first time shortly after our previous weekend at this spot, and a few times since then. Ashley's ass was extremely sensitive, and she shivered in anticipation as I touched the entrance. As I played with her ass, Sarah had come up behind me, and slid her hand into my shorts. "Ooh, it's a big one," she breathed as her hand closed around my cock. She used her other hand to undo my zipper and drop my shorts to the floor of the deck. Meanwhile, my finger had entered Ashley's ass, and she quivered with excitement. As my other hand pushed aside the top of her bikini and squeezed her small breast, she breathed into my ear, "Don't wait, Tom, fuck me now." Then she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me close for a deep kiss, with her tongue spearing hard into my mouth. Ashley moved to the railing of the deck and bent over it, then reached behind to pull the thin strip of cloth out of the way, turning to say, "I want it in my ass." I was a bit surprised, since Ashley, while she certainly didn't dislike anal sex, preferred straighter stuff, and usually wanted some warm-up before taking it through the back door. But this time we were going right to it, and after a moment I realized the cause -- the girls were in competition. I should have expected it. It was clear Ashley had scored when Sarah said, "You do anal? Jason wanted to do that to me, but I wouldn't let him." She paused. "Who would have thought pure little Ashley could out-slut me?" Ashley blushed slightly at the "compliment", but also grinned happily at her victory. I stepped up behind her as she pulled her ass cheeks wide, then I positioned my cock at the hole and pushed forward slowly but firmly. Ashley groaned slightly as the sphincter reluctantly yielded, and her arms tensed and hands gripped the railing more tightly. Sarah had come up behind me again, and now was on tiptoes, looking over my shoulder to watch my cock disappear into her friend's ass. She said nothing at first, but the intake of her breath and her arms tightening around my chest told of her excitement. When my cock was all the way in, Ashley smiled back at me and nodded to indicate she was ready to go. I began to slowly move in and out of her butt. Meanwhile, Sarah was behind me, rubbing her body against me. "I'm going to rub my tits on your back," she said, matching action to her words and caressing my chest with her hands. I could feel her hard nipples rub against me. "And I'm rubbing my pussy against your ass." Her words were inflaming me and she knew it. "You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?" she whispered softly. "Well, I want you hot, so I'll talk real dirty for you." She reached down to my groin and fondled my balls as I drove my cock into Ashley. "You know why I want you hot?" she whispered, licking my ear between sentences. "Because I want you to fuck me real hard. When you're done fucking Ashley, I want you to climb on top of me and stick your cock in my pussy." By this time I was stroking harder into Ashley's ass. I bent over her to grab her breasts and squeezed them. She was whining with passion and pushing back at each hard stroke. Sarah rubbed her pussy against my ass and reached between Ashley and me, again stroking my balls and caressing Ashley's buttcheek with the other hand. "She's got a nice little ass, doesn't she? No wonder you like ramming your big, hard cock into it." I couldn't stand the stimulation much longer. I reached around Ashley's slender hips and opened her pussy lips, rubbing her clit and sticking a finger into her vagina. I could feel her excitement rise and I grabbed her hips to stroke harder, slamming into her ass as hard as I could. "Oh yeah, Tom, do it!" she shouted, as I pounded her faster and faster, then shot my load into her ass as she howled her ecstasy. We sank to the floor of the deck, my cock coming out of Ashley's butt with a popping sound. Sarah settled beside us, petting us each in turn. Then she got behind Ashley, who was lying on her side. She pulled her friend's ass cheeks apart to look into the still-open asshole. "I've never seen an ass that's just been fucked," she said conversationally. "It's still open." She stuck her finger in tentatively. "Look at the cum dripping out," she said. Sarah gave us a moment to recover, then asked Ashley how it felt to be buttfucked. Ashley told her it hurt a bit the first time, but not any more, adding that she preferred other things, but liked it for a change of pace. Sarah nodded, said she might try it, and then turned her attention to me, announcing unceremoniously, "My turn." Before we could start anything however, Ashley said, "Just a second, Sarah, there's something I always do for Tom after we fuck." She started cleaning my cock with her tongue. Sarah watched, entranced, as Ashley licked off the cock that had just come out of her ass (although Reward, as always, had made sure it came out relatively fecesless). Ashley had scored again. Sarah shrugged, however, and said, "If you're going to give him a blowjob, I'll let him eat my pussy." With which words she squatted over my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. There, shaved but for a light topping, was my daughter's pussy, inches from my tongue. Looking up, I could see her breasts, as big and nearly as firm as two half-cantaloupes, sticking straight out from her chest. And above them, her beautiful face, framed by honey-blonde hair, cut short for the summer. She was smiling down at me. "You're gonna like my pussy, babe. Guys tell me it tastes real good." Then she put both hands between her legs and spread the lips wide, showing me the shiny pinkness inside. She was already thoroughly wet, and I could smell the musky scent of her excitement. Her clit, large in proportion to a relatively small pussy, extended out boldly from its nest. I poked my tongue forward and barely touched its tip. Sarah shivered slightly. "You found the spot, babe," she said throatily. "Just keep it going." Her hands clutched the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her pussy. I could tell she wasn't going to last long, so I decided to bring her to her first climax quickly. I plunged a finger into her tight little vagina, and licked several times around the base of her clit. Then, fucking her hard with my finger, I ran the full length of my tongue across her clit once, twice. Then, as she began her climax, I gripped it with my lips and strummed the head with my tongue. Sarah screamed in ecstasy, and pulled my head tight against her pussy, bucking her hips forward repeatedly, fucking my face deep into her. At last she fell forward, though I still had to squirm out from under her in order to breathe freely. Ashley looked up from her cocksucking to grin at me and ask, "I don't know, do you think she liked it?" "I couldn't tell," I played along. "She doesn't show much emotion." Sarah grinned weakly at us as Ashley added, with the pride of ownership, "Told you he was good." My daughter smiled and got up on one elbow. She reached out to touch my cock, fully erect from Ashley's ministrations. "Does he fuck as good as he sucks?" "Even better," answered Ashley. Sarah gripped my cock more firmly and stroked it a few times, then got up the rest of the way to her knees and kissed me, her tongue going deep into my mouth. I caressed her back, then down to her ass, cupping her full, rounded cheeks. At last, one hand moved free and cupped one of her large, firm breasts. Sarah broke free from the kiss and pressed herself against me, her lush body tight against me, her hands rubbing my back. "That's it, babe, play with my tits," she whispered in my ear, interrupting her words occasionally to lick my ear or neck. "That's it, they're big tits, and I like guys to suck them and squeeze them." Then she moved her hands to my cock and began giving me a hand job. "You like that, babe?" she asked, looking me in the eye. "I'm stroking your big, hard dick. I'm getting it ready to go in my hot little cunt." We were both hot now, and I pushed her down on her back. Sarah's legs spread wide, and she reached between her legs to open her pussy lips for me. "Are you ready to see your boyfriend fuck me, Ashley?" she asked, then added, "Well, it's too late to stop now, because I gotta have it." With that, she put her legs around me and guided my cock into her waiting vagina. I was fucking my daughter. My cock slid easily into her sopping wet hole. It was delightfully tight and hot. When I was all the way in, Sarah pushed her crotch up harder and wiggled her hips, trying to get me in still deeper. She leered up at me, saying, "You're big, babe, but I always want more." I responded by grinding back at her. We pushed against each other for a few seconds, then I eased off and turned my attention momentarily to my daughter's breasts, squeezing them, then nipping and licking at her big, very erect nipples. She sighed and caressed the melons herself, then squeezed both nipples. "I love it when guys suck my tits," she said. "I think when I have babies, I'll probably nurse them till they're ready for college." At this point I was pumping into her with long, slow strokes. This was my second fuck in a short time, so I was ready to take my time. I was forgetting, though, that it was Sarah's first, and that she was hot. She wasn't slow to remind me, though. Her legs pulled on me, encouraging harder, faster strokes. "C'mon," she whined. "Ashley told me you fuck like a jackhammer. Now give it to me." I pushed harder into her waiting vagina and she grunted with pleasure. "Yeah, that's it, babe, fuck me good." She grinned up at me. "I'll talk dirty for you if you'll fuck me hard, babe. I want you to slam your hot cock into my little pussy." The sight of this beautiful girl lying under me taking my cock was driving me to ecstasy. The thought that she was my daughter was driving me still wilder. Add in her filthy mouth, and you can understand why I picked up the pace some more and really started hammering her fuckhole. She cried out, then spoke urgently, rapidly. "That's it, babe, do me hard. I'm wide open for you. I'm your slut. Oh my cunt's so hot -- slam me, babe." I drove into her harder and faster, and from that point on, her speech made steadily less sense. She lay below me, driving her cunt up hard at my cock, pulling me into her with her legs and arms, and screaming a steady stream of obscenities. "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck, cunt, fuck," she shouted, and then it turned into just a scream as she came and I hammered into her a couple more time, then filled her with my sperm. Sarah's legs fell to the side and she lay quiet for several minutes. I lay on top of her, satiated, then kissed her forehead and pulled off her. Still she lay quiet, her legs spread obscenely wide. I knelt beside her, looking at my sperm dripping out of my daughter's cunt. Ashley reclined in front of me and said, "It looks like she'll be a while recovering, so I'll take care of her cleaning duties," and began licking my cock clean. At last Sarah stirred, looking up to say, "Damn, Ashley, he really is as good as you said." Ashley grinned. "Don't forget that he's mine, Sarah. You only get to share him this weekend." "Then you'd better be ready to fuck me plenty this weekend," Sarah responded. "It's a good thing Ashley says you can fuck ten times a day." This was the second or third "Ashley says...". I had to ask. "How much have you guys discussed me?" Ashley blushed. "Just a little." Sarah laughed derisively. "Shit, she hardly shuts up -- and she did tell me that once you did her ten times in one night." Ashley blushed even deeper red. I kissed her cheek, saying, "But who's counting? Maybe we can beat that record this weekend." ------- Chapter 35: Ashley's Surprise (Part 2) After our session on the deck, we headed down to the shore, and spent the next couple hours there. Ashley put her suit, such as it was, back on to go down, as did I, but Sarah, seeing how isolated we were, walked out boldly nude, her large breasts so firm that they jiggled only slightly as she walked. Ashley and I soon doffed our clothing as well and the three of us played in the gentle waves. When we were tired of running and splashing we laid ourselves down on the blanket Dominique had brought for us. Ashley had tried to cover herself when she had seen the maid approaching, but Sarah had shamed her with a scornful glance. Dominique had of course ignored our nudity. Reward had dressed her in a parody of a "French maid" costume, with short ruffled skirt and deep cleavage. Sarah's only comment was, "Wow, is she built or what?" Now as we lay on the blanket, I leaned over Ashley's body and licked one of her nipples. She sighed, then looked at Sarah. She seemed to be at war with herself for a few moments before she spoke. "You know what my fantasy is?" "I can't remember," I answered truthfully. "I think you were afraid to tell me." "You're right," she said. "I've always wanted" -- long pause -- "to make it with a girl." She looked at Sarah. "Just to see what it's like," she added quickly. "Damn, you should have told me that a long time ago," Sarah answered. "I've been wanting to get at your pussy for months." To me she said, "Out of the way, babe, this time I get to suck it." I moved aside as Sarah positioned herself between her friend's legs. She reached over and touched Ashley's pussy, as Ashley first closed her eyes at the touch, then looked over apprehensively at me. "You don't mind, do you, Tom? I've always wondered... " I smiled and leaned over to kiss her tenderly. "I don't mind. In fact, it's going to be a lot of fun watching." It certainly was. Sarah squatted between the wide-spread thighs and began licking lightly at Ashley's bald pussy, then caressed the lips with her fingers as her tongue went deeper in, and finally buried her face deep as she sucked hard on her friend's clit. As it looked like she was about to come, Ashley grabbed Sarah's head and said, "Turn around, Sarah, I want to do you." Sarah happily complied, straddling Ashley's head and lowering her pussy to her friend's waiting mouth, meanwhile returning to her work on the other end. I had told Ashley that I didn't mind being out of the action, but at this point I was finding that I minded very much. Watching this lesbian show between my daughter and my girlfriend had me rock hard, and I needed a place to put my cock. For the moment the only place available was my hand. Both girls now were sucking hard and both pussies were pushing at the tongues that teased them. Ashley had a head start, however, and as Sarah licked her, sucked her, and drove fingers into her vagina, she came with a series of whimpers, tossing her head from side to side and squeezing her legs around Sarah's head. The girls paused for a few moments while Ashley recovered, then they were again at work on each other's pussies. Now, however, as she could feel Sarah getting near her own climax, Ashley turned to me, smiled, and said, "Tom, I see that cock in your hand. Wouldn't you rather put it into Sarah?" "Yesss!" said Sarah. "You've got that right," I said appreciatively, as I positioned myself over Ashley's face. I looked into Sarah's eager pussy, with Ashley holding the lips open for me. It was pink and wet, with Sarah's juices and Ashley's saliva, and the vagina seemed to quiver with expectation. I slid my cock in. Sarah's face was buried at first in Ashley's cunt, but she soon couldn't bear the pleasure and had to rise up to breathe and to concentrate on the sensations as I fucked hard into her. Ashley licked from her clit to my cock, meanwhile fondling my balls. Just to add to it, I leaned over and reached under her to grab her tits, squeezing them hard against her chest and tweaking the nipples. I fucked, and she fucked back harder, putting both hands on the sand and driving back with all her strength against my cock and Ashley's tongue. At last she could take no more, and she came with a shout of passion and a stream of obscenities, collapsing to the ground. I hadn't come yet, though, so as her friend lay quivering on the sand, Ashley quickly turned around and spread her legs, signaling to me to get on. I got on top of her and drove my cock into her several times as she held me tight. Then I shot my load into her. Things continued in much the same vein for the rest of the day and night. I won't bore you with a blow-by-blow (or fuck-by-fuck) description. Suffice to say, except for brief stops for food and to play a little pool at one point in the evening, we did pretty much nothing but rut well into the morning hours. Late in the morning, as we all awoke and after I had rolled my daughter over for a wake-up fuck, Ashley pulled out a piece of paper. On it was a series of scratches. "I kept score," she announced. "I may have missed a couple because I only started after we talked about the record down on the beach, and because I was kinda busy," she smiled slyly, "but I figure I came twenty-seven times, Sarah came twenty-five times," Sarah booed loudly, "and Tom came seventeen times -- which is a new record for him." "Damn, how do you do that?" said Sarah wonderingly. "Why? Do you want him to teach Jason?" Sarah teased. "Damn right," said Sarah feelingly. "A little more detail," Ashley went on officiously. "Tom came with me nine times and Sarah eight times." "No fair," Sarah giggled. "Well, I started with you today, so now you've caught up," I pointed out. Sarah acknowledged the reasonableness of this, and Ashley cleared her throat. "If people will stop interrupting, I'll continue with the scorecard. Tom came in my pussy four times and yours five times. I sucked him off three times, you did him twice. He came in my ass twice, and he fucked your tits once. And of course," she grinned at Sarah, "we had a couple little lesbo things." "Good job," I commended her. "I doubt that we'll have enough time to top that today, but we can try." "So what are we going to do next?" asked Sarah. "Fuck?" suggested Ashley. Sarah threw a pillow at her. "I knew that, dummy, but I was wondering about what the, uh, options might be." "We'll try to think of something," I said. "Anyway," Sarah said, having taken a look at herself, "I'm covered in all sorts of disgusting stuff," she picked at some dried secretions on her left breast, "I've been sweating like a pig all night, and I probably smell like one. I'd say a shower is in order." "Good idea," said Ashley. "Showers around here are a lot of fun." This one certainly was. The shower, as mentioned previously, was quite large, and the three of us had lots of room. For a while we enjoyed just luxuriating under the steamy jets of water, then washing each other and playing with each other's bodies. Then I got a spray nozzle down and began squirting the girls' clits and into their vaginas. Finally, I had Reward give me back the soap dildo I had used before on Ashley. Sarah's eyes got big as she saw it. "Cool," was all she said. When Ashley saw it, she smiled wide and immediately bent over, pulling her cheeks apart so I could slide it up her ass. "Cool," Sarah repeated. "Thanks, Tom," Sarah smiled at me when the dildo was all the way up her ass. "It reminds me how much fun we had last time." I slid the soapy dildo in and out a couple times, as Ashley bent over, resting her hands on the cushioned bench that took up one wall of the shower, and spread her feet wide apart to let me play better with her ass. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked. That's not an invitation I often turn down, and this time was no exception. I stepped up behind the beautiful girl and aimed my cock into her open pussy. She reached between her legs to guide my cock into her warm fuckhole, and I slid into her easily. As I began to stroke slowly into her, Sarah slid under her onto the bench and kissed her deeply, then slid down to suck on Ashley's small tits. Finally she was all the way down, squatting on the floor between her friend's legs, sucking on Ashley's clit and playing with my balls. I continued to stroke steadily in and out of Ashley, as her hips moved awkwardly back and forth between the various sensations. My cock was in her vagina, Sarah's tongue was on her clit, and I was moving the soap dildo in and out of her ass. Then I reached over and tweaked hard on both her nipples and she cried out. Another sensation was soon added as Sarah ran a finger into Ashley's cunt, alongside my cock. "Oh god, Sarah, that feels wild," Ashley gasped, and I agreed. Sarah obligingly added another finger and Ashley came, her whole body contracting and spasming as she fell forward, knocking Sarah to the floor of the shower, and collapsing on top of her. Suddenly deprived of the pussy I had been fucking, I sat on the bench. Sarah rescued me from frustration by getting up from under Ashley and kneeling in front of me to take my cock in her mouth. A moment of sucking, a little hand action, and I shot my load down my daughter's throat. A little later, after we had dried each other off, we put on robes (for no reason except that Ashley loved the silk robes Reward always provided) and had brunch on the deck. As Dominique was serving tea after we had finished eating, Sarah whispered something to her. I saw the maid nod and smile. Naturally I asked Sarah what it was about, but she refused to answer. As I leaned back to enjoy my tea, Sarah crawled under the table to get between my legs, taking my cock in her mouth. "No fair, Sarah," Ashley said, laughing. "You didn't give me a chance." "You snooze, you lose," Sarah said between licks on my shaft. "Well, if you're taking care of his cock, I'll give him something to look at," Ashley said, opening her robe to display her slender body, then lifting her feet to the seat of the chair and spreading her legs wide. Then she slouched forward so her ass was on the edge of the seat and her pussy was pointing up at me. Already open, the girl reached down to pull her pussy lips wide apart and show all the pinkness within. Grinning at me, Ashley poked a finger into the wide pink gash and placed it delicately on her clitoris, then began slowly rotating the button. As I watched her becoming more aroused, her friend had returned from licking and sucking my balls to taking nearly the full length of my cock in her mouth. Sarah's head was bobbing up and down in my crotch, as Ashley's head began to loll back in ecstasy, her finger rotating her clit in faster circles and a finger from her other hand now stroking in and out of her vagina. Ashley was about to come, and I was pretty hot, but I decided to see how high Ashley could go, and to give us a three-way simultaneous orgasm. So I had Reward prevent Ashley from getting her orgasm, and told Sarah to stop sucking me. My daughter looked up questioningly at me, then smiled as I gestured toward Ashley, whose hands were now a blur as they played with her pussy, her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration on her face. Sarah moved over to kneel in front of Ashley's chair and took Ashley's hands away from her pussy. Ashley's eyes jumped open in annoyance, but at that moment Sarah's tongue entered her pussy, and she smiled happily and leaned back to enjoy herself. Sarah separated her legs and I knelt behind her and slid my cock into her hot, tight pussy. She smiled back briefly to give me a moment's dirty talk before returning to her duties. "That's good, babe," she smiled. "If you'll give me a good, hard fuck, I'll give your little girlfriend the pussy-licking of her life." Damn, I thought to myself, to think I've been living all these years with a girl this hot and never knew it. For both Sarah and I this was our second fuck of the morning, so I was able to take my time, stroking into her at a slow, steady pace at first. Quickly, though, all the visual and oral stimulation I had received, together with the vaginal stimulation I was currently receiving, took their toll and I began pushing harder into Sarah's cunt. Sarah, meanwhile, was giving Ashley, if not "the pussy-licking of her life", at least a very good replica. Ashley, frustrated beyond measure, was emitting a high-pitched whine as she pushed her pussy up into Sarah's face. "Oh god, suck it!" she screamed. I reached under Sarah to play with her breasts. Large when she was standing, they were huge when hanging down in her current position. I grabbed them and squeezed hard, getting in reply a hard push back from her hips; her head was too deeply buried in Ashley's cunt to allow speech. I tweaked both nipples lightly, then harder, getting more hip-thrusts in reply. Ashley was about to explode, and I was getting close. I moved my hands to Sarah's pussy and began playing with her clit with one hand, causing her hips to thrust back at me again. She was close, as well. The other hand I got thoroughly wet from her pussy, then moved it to the pretty little brown hole that winked up at me from between her open buttcheeks. I put a finger at the puckered hole and pushed it steadily forward. A whimper came from the vicinity of Ashley's pussy, and Sarah pushed back hard against my cock and my finger. The whimper must have had a nice vibratory effect on Ashley's pussy, because she grabbed Sarah's head and tried to force her still deeper into her pussy. Ashley's face displayed near-agony now as she strove for the release that had been eluding her for what must by then have seemed hours. My finger slipped past the ring of Sarah's ass and slid into the virgin hole to the first knuckle. I could hear a suppressed gasp and saw Ashley lift her hips up almost totally from the chair. We were all near and I drove hard into Sarah's cunt, pushing her into Ashley. I did it twice more, then pushed my finger hard, all the way into Sarah's ass, as I drove forward powerfully into her cunt. She came, Ashley screamed with long-suppressed passion, and I spurted my seed deep into Sarah's womb. Passionate and erotic as the scene was, its ending was something of a farce. Ashley, in the throes of a record-breaking orgasm, tossed her whole body violently backward, which was enough to tip the light outdoor chair, and send her tumbling. Unfortunately, she had Sarah in a headlock, and pulled her over before losing her grip. Holding on to Sarah, and attached at the crotch, I went over on top of her. Luckily, nobody was hurt, although Ashley got up rubbing the back of her head, where she had landed. When we were recovered, from the orgasms and the laughter, I suggested a swim. The girls, however, wanted to try out the hot tub on the lower deck, so that's where we headed. We got into the bubbling, steamy water and for a while just leaned back and enjoyed the warmth, conversing lazily. After a while, the girls began to discuss their unhappiness that they had to leave soon, after such a short stay. "You know what's really bad, Sarah?" Ashley asked. "What?" "When you're spending the weekend with your boyfriend, and it's the last day, and it's already after noon, and he hasn't fucked you yet all day." "I did fuck you, in the shower." "You came in Sarah." Sarah smiled and nodded. "That's bad." "And to make it worse, he's fucked some other girl -- twice," she added ruefully. "That's really bad, I wouldn't put up with it." "What would you do about it?" Ashley asked. Sarah giggled. "I'd dump him and let the other girl have him." Ashley splashed her, laughing. "You're something," I interjected. "You just had a big enough orgasm to last most women a month -- and damned near killed yourself doing it -- and here you are already complaining about not getting enough cock." Ashley then splashed us both, before cuddling against me. "Are you going to do something about it, Tom?" I asked her what she had in mind. Her hand felt under the water. "Is it hard?" I replied that it was always hard when I was around her, which was very nearly true, but earned a rolling of the eyes from Sarah. By that time Ashley had found what she was looking for and determined to her satisfaction that it was, indeed, hard. Without saying anything more she straddled my hips and lowered her pussy down onto my cock. This wasn't one of the hard, nasty, almost frantic fucks that most of the rest this weekend had been. This time we luxuriated in the water, and enjoyed the closeness of each other's bodies. At first, Ashley barely moved, just snuggling against me and hugging me tight. Then she began a slow up and down movement, still hugging me, creating gentle waves across the tub. After several minutes of this, she breathed in my ear, "Do me right, Tom." So I picked her up, still attached to me, and carried her to the cushions surrounding the tub. There I laid her down and began doing her right. It took only a few strokes for Ashley to come, but I wasn't ready yet and kept fucking right through her orgasm. In a few minutes, she was coming again, and I fucked hard into once more, then gave her my sperm. When, after lying atop Ashley for long moments, I rolled off her, I saw that Sarah was busily frigging herself underwater. When she saw us revive, however, she got up quickly and said, "C'mon, let's get into the bedroom, we're running out of time, and we've still got two more surprises for you." ------- Chapter 36: Ashley's Surprise (Part 3) Sarah's statement seemed to take Ashley by surprise. "Two?" she asked. "You'll see," said Sarah smugly. When we were in the room, though, the girls were clearly in sync. They moved an overstuffed chair to the middle of the room, told me to put my robe on and sit in the chair, and disappeared into the adjoining dressing room. I was, of course, intrigued. More so when the house's audio system began blaring the type of rock that makes up in volume and intensity what it lacks in rhythm and melody. (Not my favorite music, obviously). I was just reflecting that this was the sort of music that one hears in the "gentlemen's clubs" when out of the dressing room emerged my seventeen-year-old daughter, wearing a red bikini covered in glitter and spangles and doing a bump and grind, more or less in time to the music. She strutted toward me, walking a bit awkwardly in the six-inch spiked heels she was wearing, stopping about ten feet away, leaning over to show her considerable cleavage and cupping her breasts to make them seem even larger. As she did so, she looked at me, puckered her lips as though for a kiss, and said, "Do you like my tits, babe?" Then she turned around, bent over and stuck out her ass, stretching the thin cloth, and running her hands up and down the backs of her shapely thighs. "How 'bout my ass, babe? You like it too?" That was when Ashley came out of the dressing room. She was dressed in a similar costume, in black. She did the same sort of dancer strut that Sarah had used for her entrance, although she carried it off less well. "We've only got one customer, Bambi," Sarah said, "but he looks like a high roller." "He sure does, Chantelle, I'll bet we can get him to spend some real money on us." Chantelle leered at me and replied breathily, "I'm sure of it. I saw the way he was looking at my ass." She winked at Bambi. "I think he wants to fuck me, but we don't do that with customers, we just tease them." Then Bambi came toward me and squatted just a couple feet in front of my chair. She spread her legs wide, her pussy covered by only a thin strip of cloth. This she rubbed with one hand, leaning back and supporting herself with the other. "You want me to tease you, honey?" she pouted. Then she put both arms behind her for support and moved her hips in a fucking motion. Chantelle came over and stroked Bambi's crotch, looking at me and saying, "Ooh, she's so hot and wet. She's hot for you, babe." She came closer and stroked my knee, but backed away when I tried to grab her leg. "Sorry, babe, no touch. What's your name, babe?" "Tom." She smiled at Bambi. "Probably a fake name." Then she turned back to me. "Bambi's so hot, she'd really like to do a lap dance for you. How about it, babe?" "How much?" I asked. The girls hadn't prepared for this question. They looked uncertainly at each other, then Bambi said, "Ten dollars?" "That's a bargain for a hot little cunt like you, Bambi," I said. "Do it really good and there might be a tip in it for you." I spread my legs and Bambi stepped between them. Standing close in front of me now, she began swaying to the music, rubbing her breasts and then her legs and ass, as she looked at me, then turning around and bending over to wave her ass in my face... "How'd you like us both, Tom?" asked Chantelle. "For twenty bucks, we'll both dance for you." She leered at me, then licked her lips. "We'll make you real hot." I agreed to the price and Chantelle joined Bambi between my legs, the two of them rubbing against each other, Bambi playing with Chantelle's big tits, while Chantelle caressed her partner's shapely little ass. Finally, Chantelle pulled Bambi into a tight embraced and kissed her, her tongue going deep into her friend's mouth. After the girls broke apart, Bambi asked, "How do you like our show?" "It's great," I said enthusiastically, "but I paid for a lap dance, not a lesbian show." "Better give him his lap dance, Bambi, or he might not pay." Bambi smiled at me, kicked off her spiked heels, and stepped up on the chair, putting a foot on each side of my body, and her hands on the back of the chair. She lowered her crotch down to just barely touch mine. She sighed, then lifted up and put her chest right in front of my eyes, rubbing one tit through the cloth. "How about our money, Tom?" asked Chantelle. I reached into the pocket of the robe, which Reward had just filled with small bills. I pulled out two tens, putting one into each girl's pants. When I put the bill into Bambi's pants, I pulled the waist far out and looked down into it, at her bare pussy. "You girls ever provide any extra services?" I asked. "What did you have in mind, babe?" "How much for a blow job?" Again the girls looked at each other. "Fifty bucks," said Chantelle decisively. "How 'bout a fuck?" "A hundred." "I'll think about," I replied. "Show me you're worth it, Bambi." Bambi lowered her crotch to mine and started slowly rubbing up and down the length of my cock. Even with two layers of cloth intervening, the friction was exquisite. Then she climbed up on the arms of the chair and pushed her crotch to within inches of my nose. She began slowly moving it back and forth, while rubbing the insides of her thighs. Then she turned to Chantelle. "Is the manager looking?" Chantelle replied that he wasn't, and Bambi pulled aside the thin strip of cloth, exposing her bald pussy lips. She reached between her legs to open the lips and pushed her pussy forward to my face. I kissed her clit. A small groan escaped her mouth, then she pulled slightly away and began to play with the clit herself, still moving her hips slowly in a fucking motion. The manager must have been far out of the room, because now I felt two hands reach into my robe, and then a warm mouth encircle my cock. After a couple licks, however, it ceased. "That was a free sample," said Chantelle. "Do you want the fifty buck version?" "Damn straight," I groaned. She was back to sucking then, and Bambi now lowered herself to look into my eyes while playing with her small tits. Then she reached between the cups and released the snap. The cups separated, not opening quite all the way. Bambi held the cups in her hand and slowly, teasingly pulled them away from her breasts, smiling at me like a naughty child getting away with mischief. She held her breasts in her hands and massaged them, then pulled on each nipple, stretching them out as far as they'd go. She looked at them dubiously, then put her finger in her mouth to ask in a pouting, little girl voice, "Do you like my little titties, mister?" "I like them very much, Bambi." She looked around as though to check on the manager, then put her arms around my head and leaned close to whisper, but also to bring her breasts up against my face. "Do you want to suck my little titties, mister?" My answer was to grab the nearest breast and pop it in my mouth, then keep on sucking, almost as hard as Chantelle was sucking on my cock. Then my hand was pulling aside the strip of cloth covering Bambi's pussy, and a finger was in her vagina. Chantelle reached up and added another finger, and both of us were frigging Bambi, who responded by pushing her tit deeper into my mouth. It was only a moment before Bambi pulled away, signaled Chantelle to stop the blowjob, and began lowering herself onto the cock that her partner obligingly held in position for her. Bambi sighed contentedly as she felt the cock enter its familiar position inside her. She snuggled against me for a moment before getting into a squatting position again and beginning to raise and lower herself on my cock. Chantelle came up behind her and reached around to play with her small tits, while I reached between her legs to stroke her clitoris. Bambi was as aroused as she'd ever been by the game she'd been playing, as was I, and it took only a few minutes before her up and down motions were increasing in speed and intensity. I stroked up harder and harder to match her pace, and soon she fell against me and just squeezed her body tight against mine as she came. Her contractions set off mine and I shot my sperm upward into her. As we slowly recovered, Bambi peeled herself off me. "Oh man, that was fun," she giggled. "Did you like our little show?" asked Chantelle/Sarah. "Anytime you girls want to do a return engagement, just let me know." I pulled more money out of my pocket. "Fifty for a blowjob," I said, handing the money to Chantelle/Sarah, "and a hundred for a fuck," as I paid Bambi/Ashley. Sarah said, "Cool," and laughed as she had me stick the money in her pants, as I had done with the lap dance fee. Ashley seemed insulted and backed away from the money. "Tom," she expostulated, "you can't pay me for sex." "I know that," I laughed, "but a deal's a deal. I told you I'd give it to you, so... Give it to your favorite charity." Somewhat mollified, Ashley reluctantly took the money. "My favorite charity is the Sarah Car Fund," laughed Sarah. "Sarah's trying to get her father to buy her a car," explained Ashley helpfully. I nodded my understanding. "The guy's got more money than God," whined Sarah. "He could probably buy a house like this if he wanted, and he won't even buy me a car. It's really not fair." "But you don't just want a car, Sarah," Ashley pointed out. "I mean you're not asking him to get you a four year old Geo or something." "Well, I mean, he bought my mom a Lexus." I shrugged, indicating that I realized that fathers are beyond comprehension. Ashley looked at her watch. "What's your other surprise, Sarah? The dancing was the last thing we had planned." "Oh, right. You guys go get on the bed and play with yourselves, and I'll be back in a minute." Ashley and I got on the bed, but had hardly begun a nice cuddle before Sarah, still dressed in her dancer costume, returned and stripped off her outfit, displaying again her beautiful body. Although my preference, as stated several times, is for petite women, I admit that there is something terrific about a woman with large, firm breasts bending over, as Sarah had to do to remove her pants. The sight of those big tits hanging free made my cock jump. "So what's the surprise, Sarah?" Ashley asked. "Well," she replied as she climbed onto the bed with us, and made a Tom sandwich of me, "I figured that if a three-way was fun, a four-way would be even funner." With perfect timing, at that moment Dominique stepped through the door in her French maid costume. She stepped to the middle of the room and curtseyed, raising the short, frilly skirt enough to show the red satin panties beneath. "Did you wish me to serve you and your guests, sir?" I looked quickly at Ashley. Considering the jealousy she had displayed toward Dominique during her last visit, I was prepared to call this off if she didn't like the idea. But she appeared to have gotten over her jealousy, because she just giggled and said, "Sarah!" She shook her head. "Sometimes I can't believe the things you do." Since there were no objections, I replied to Dominique, "Yes, Dominique, we need you to serve us." Then the phraseology gave me an idea -- something that had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Like many men, I suppose, I had often dreamed of hypnotizing a woman to do my bidding. Since Reward, of course, I had had no need of such a technique, but now, for the girls' benefit, I decided to "hypnotize" Dominique and have her be our sex slave for a while. "Dominique," I said to the maid, "I need you to look at..." -- I looked around for a prop and found Ashley's necklace on the nightstand -- "... this. I want you to give it your complete attention." I had it now gently swinging, an arc of just an inch or so. "You are totally concentrated on the necklace." I knew nothing about hypnosis, of course, except what I could remember from a couple nightclub acts I'd seen -- but Reward would take care of it. I just repeated some phrases I remembered, and then snapped my fingers and announced that she was hypnotized. "Now, Dominique," I announced, "I am your master, and Ashley and Sarah are your mistresses. You will do anything any of us tell you to do. Anything. Do you understand?" "Yes, master," she replied in a slightly mechanical voice. "Okay, girls, what do you want her to do?" The girls looked at each other. Sarah, not surprisingly, spoke first. "Eat my pussy!" She immediately rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Dominique got on the bed and knelt between Sarah's legs, immediately plunging her tongue into the girl's waiting cunt. It was fun, for a few minutes, to watch Dominique eating Sarah, but Ashley and I wanted to share the pleasure, so I told the maid to frig Ashley with her left hand, and give me a hand job with her right. The maid complied without even looking up from Sarah's pussy, simply reaching out with both hands to do as she had been instructed. I'm not that much into hand jobs most of the time, enjoying more intimate contact. But this was more fun than the average hand job because of the overall situation. The fun came in watching the maid, still dressed, with her head buried in my daughter's crotch and both hands going at a rhythmic pace. The girls were enjoying it, too, especially Sarah of course, who was now climbing very close to her climax. I decided to push her over the edge, and bent over to play with her big tits. Even in repose, there was little sag or settling in Sarah's breasts -- they jutted out tall from her chest, topped by big and, currently, totally erect nipples. I grabbed a breast in each hand (though they were far more than a handful) and squeezed and kneaded them, then began sucking on the breast nearest me. Sarah sighed with pleasure and began bucking her hips hard into Dominique's face. Dominique, unfazed, continued sucking totally heedless of anything going on around her or to her. I, too, continued sucking Sarah's nipple. When I felt her body begin to tense for her climax, I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over the nipple several times and then biting it lightly. Sarah exploded with pleasure, filling the room with her howl of delight and a stream of profanity. Her hips bucked wildly, tossing Dominique's head up sharply. The maid returned to her task immediately, however, bringing a new wave of delight to the girl, who again bucked her off. This went on several times before I instructed Dominique to let Sarah settle down. As Sarah slowly returned to normal, Ashley looked over at me. It was obvious she wanted some of the same, but was hesitant, lest I have the same thought in mind. Instead, however, I lay on my back and suggested, "Ashley, I have an idea -- would you rather have your pussy fucked and your asshole eaten, or your ass fucked and your pussy eaten?" She grinned broadly. "God, what a choice!" She pondered briefly, then said, "I've never had my asshole eaten, more than just a lick or two." "Then get on," I told her, and she straddled my hips, lowering her pussy onto my cock. Then I had her lay atop me and said to the maid, who had been sitting quietly awaiting instructions, "Lick out her ass, Dominique." Dominique immediately spread Ashley's ass cheeks apart and plunged her face between them. Ashley let out of whimper of pleasure and kissed me deeply. "Oh Tom, this is such a kick. Thank you for thinking of it." I lay still beneath her as the ass-licking continued. I had no need to move, since Ashley's hips wriggling in reaction to Dominique's ministrations provided more than enough stimulation. Soon I told Dominique to open Ashley's butthole with her fingers and get her tongue in deeper. When this happened, Ashley's excitement rose to another level and she began to fuck me hard as her hips writhed about. She pushed back to get Dominique's tongue deeper into her ass, then pushed forward to get my cock deeper into her vagina. Back and forth she moved, gathering pleasure at both ends of the journey. She looked down at me, kissed me once deeply, then hugged me close and just gave herself over to pleasure. Ashley's orgasm, when it soon came, was not a demonstrative affair. She simply tensed briefly and then relaxed, going totally limp with a huge sigh. I stroked up into her a couple times and released my sperm into her. Dominique continued licking her ass for a few more moments, until I told her to stop. As Ashley and I gathered our breath, Sarah, who had had time to recover, moved behind the maid and began playing with her breasts. "Damn, I think they're even bigger than mine," she said, as she squeezed them. Then, as she saw that I was reviving, she said, "Your turn, Tom, what are you going to do with her?" I really didn't have any particular interest in fucking Dominique - and I knew I stood a chance of reactivating Ashley's jealousy if I did so (although Reward, of course, could control that). I reflected that I would much prefer having Sarah again as I looked at Dominique sitting quietly, waiting patiently for orders while Sarah played with her big breasts. I had an idea then, although I had to have Reward play with the girl's minds, so that they wouldn't wonder where the equipment came from. Suddenly there was in the middle of the bedroom a huge dildo attached to the floor. It stood about a foot high and was at the base as big around as a strong man's arm, tapered to normal cock size at the tip. "Dominique, take your panties off." She did so. "Play with yourself until we're ready for you." She began to finger her clit. "I really don't want to have Dominique," I told them truthfully. "You girls are more than anyone can handle," I added with a laugh. The girls laughed too, pleased with the compliment. "We're about out of time," I noted, "so let's just have one for the road." I instructed Ashley to lie down with her legs spread, and let Sarah eat her pussy, while I did Sarah doggie-style. Not an innovative position, but always enjoyable for all concerned. To add spice to the mix, I instructed Dominique, once we were in position, and all were arranged so we could watch, to mount the giant dildo. "Good god, Tom, she can't get that thing into her," gasped Ashley. "Well, she'll have fun trying," suggested Sarah. "And it will be fun to watch her try." Dominique obediently walked to the dildo, positioned herself over it, and began to squat down onto it. I immediately saw a flaw in my plan. I had wanted her to remain in her maid costume, since it was part of the fun, but the skirt was just long enough to cover her pussy; we wouldn't be able to see the dildo entering her. I told her to take off her clothes. As she was doing this, we had begun our various fucking and sucking processes. I enjoyed greatly, as always, seeing Ashley on her back with her legs spread wide and her pussy open. I also enjoyed the look of bliss on her face as Sarah's tongue found its target between her legs. Another great pleasure was the sight of Sarah's shapely ass sticking up as she bent her head down into Ashley's crotch. As I moved up behind her, she moved her legs wider apart and her cunt lips seemed to open on their own in anticipation of the arrival of my cock. Sarah turned away from her task just long enough to smile and give me some more of her filth-mouth. "I want that big cock in my pussy, babe," she said. "I want you to fuck me silly and fill me with your jiz, while I'm eating your girlfriend's little cunt." How that girl could talk. We had all been distracted while Dominique was taking off her clothes, but when we looked up there was a collective gasp. Reward had outdone himself in the creation of this marvel! She stood about five-seven, I suppose, and every inch was curved. Her body was so perfectly formed that it would surely drive sculptors to give up their chisels in frustration. Large, rounded breasts stuck out from her chest as though they were supported by a transparent bra. A flat, narrow-waisted stomach tapered down to a triangle tipped by a pussy from which large, violet labia protruded slightly. The whole body was stacked atop long, slender, shapely legs that now were separating as she lowered herself onto the huge dildo, not even hesitating to consider its size. As she pulled her pussy lips open to let the head of the dildo enter, she looked steadily at us, and we stared back, transfixed by the scene and by her incredible beauty. She doesn't really exist, I told myself. She was just created out of my own imagination. But that only added to the wonder of the scene. Motionless for long moments, we were jolted out of our reverie as the dildo began disappearing, inch by inch, into Dominique's cunt. As the maid slid down, the dildo was widening, and her pussy was stretched open farther and farther. "Holy shit," said Sarah at last, "that's fuckin' hot." She pushed her pussy back against me and I realized that it was indeed hot, and that I was hot, and I fucked hard into her wet cunt. As the dildo went deeper into Dominique, Ashley let out a moan and grabbed Sarah's head and pulled it into her gaping pussy. Dominique eventually got almost all the huge dildo inside her, stretching her pussy open probably as wide as a big baby's head, then began riding it up and down. On her third or fourth trip, I suggested to her that she play with her clit, and told her that she was getting tremendously aroused, but couldn't come until we had. Immediately, she began rubbing her clitoris and groaning deeply with her arousal, causing her to ride the dildo harder and faster. That did it for us. Sarah missed most of the show, her head buried in Ashley's pussy, and locked there by Ashley's legs, but I didn't waste too much time feeling sorry for her because I was enjoying the show too much, as was Ashley. Dominique was riding the thing at an amazing pace now, rising and falling like an overworked piston, and Ashley and I were nearly matching her pace, fucking Sarah's face and pussy, respectively. My belly slapped against Sarah's ass with steadily louder noises, and Ashley's moans became groans, and her groans became a whine, as she moved nearer and nearer her climax. Sarah we didn't hear from except for an occasional suppressed yelp, but the movement of her ass told me that she was just about there. Finally, though, I knew I couldn't stand any more, so I told Reward to hit every nerve ending the girls had and they shot off like fireworks. Ashley screamed and grabbed Sarah's head, squeezing it tight, though there was no need because Sarah herself drove down into Ashley as though she wanted to put her head up her friend's vagina. I helped her along in the task by slamming hard into her fuckhole and falling on top of her as my seed went far up her womb. Then we all lay in a heap as the air was split by Dominique's shrieks of ecstasy as she drove herself down with one last push. Her ass cheeks touched the carpet as the whole huge dildo disappeared into her cunt. An hour later, Reward having cleared much of the traffic for us, we were nearing LAX. The ride up had been enjoyable, both girls insisting on taking the opportunity of having their first fucks in the back seat of a limo. Now we were relaxing and the girls were debating who had been the biggest slut that weekend. I prudently remained neutral. As one could expect, the discussion began to cover their whole lives and quickly turned to revealing each other's secrets. Sarah told me several more things that Ashley had told her about our relationship, much to Ashley's discomfiture, and my amusement. Ashley, of course, had to strike back. "Sarah said she was going to have sex with her father." Sarah giggled. "I didn't actually say I was going to do it," she clarified. "I said I was thinking about it." She went on, "My boyfriend Jason, his whole family does it together. He does his sister, his sister does their father, the whole thing. When I first heard about it, I was really grossed out, but then I got to know his sister, and she's really cool -- she was the first girl I ever made it with -- and she told me she really got off on fucking her old man, so, I don't know," she shrugged, "maybe I'll try my dad." "I just can't believe your father would do it," said Ashley. "I mean, he's pretty straight." Sarah nodded her agreement. "Yeah, but I've seen him looking at me sometimes -- I don't know, I get the feeling he might like to." She smiled broadly. "Then I could get my car." Ashley laughed. "So what are you going to do, after you fuck him the first time, you're gonna say, 'No more nookie till I get a car?'" "Well," she shrugged, "either that or blackmail." Although she smiled, she seemed almost serious, and I felt I was seeing a side of Sarah I wished I hadn't. At the airport I saw more of that side. While Ashley was in the ladies' room, Sarah handed me a slip of paper with her phone number on it. "Not that I'm trying to get between you an Ashley," she said, "she's my friend and all that. But, you know, if you want to do something some time..." ------- Chapter 37: A Day In The Life (Part 1) A few days later, as I was driving into work, I stopped at a gas station/convenience store near the office to buy some gas. I had visited Beth that morning and had fucked her twice. I had also fucked one of her slaves, Mary Ann, who was a former high school classmate that Beth had disliked. Beth now kept a clone of the eighteen year old Mary Ann in bondage in her dungeon. I'm not real big into bondage, but it was fun fucking the tied-up Mary Ann. She was a pert little blonde cheerleader type, with small breasts and rounded ass -- a true hardbody. Seeing her tied with her legs spread so wide that it seemed her body might split had been (I'm embarrassed to admit) a huge turn-on. Beth saw my excitement and offered me the use of her slave's body. I climbed on, played with her pussy and tits for a while, then entered her and rode her hard for a few minutes before withdrawing and shooting my load over her belly and breasts. Beth had her other slaves lick the girl clean. Mary Ann never said a word or had any sort of reaction while I was having her. As I said, I really don't get much into bondage, and I'm not proud of what I did with Mary Ann, and I'm not going to even try to justify it. I just wanted to relate what I had done that morning. Perhaps I was musing on bondage and reflecting that usually I enjoyed somewhat more "normal" versions of sex, when the thought struck me that I hadn't had any women seduce me recently. I can't really remember what led up to the thought. Perhaps it was the attractive if somewhat trashy young woman working the cash register at the gas station. Whatever the reason, it suddenly occurred to me that it might be amusing if every woman I met that day decided to try to seduce me. Of course, I immediately amended it to "every attractive woman" after seeing the other woman behind the counter, and further limited it to women with whom I conversed, since it could get a bit messy if every woman within sight started queuing up. I told Reward to have attractive women begin to desire me as soon as they saw me, and have the attraction grow steadily stronger as we talked, to such an extent that after a few sentences back and forth, they would decide they had to have me as soon as possible. At that moment, as though prodded, the counter girl in question, who had ignored me when I came in (and, in fact, seemed to be pretty much disinterested in anything going on in the store), suddenly looked up and smiled brightly at me. As mentioned, she was good-looking but trashy. Reward told me she was nineteen, but it appeared that they'd been nineteen hard years -- she looked five or so years older. Her hair was a dirty blonde, tied in a not-too-neat ponytail, some of the hair slipping out of the rubberband and hanging limply free. Her body was nineteen, though, rounded and firm, and arrayed in a halter top and jeans that were way too tight for work, even in a gas station. "Hiya, honey," she said happily, "how ya doin'?" Her coworker looked up, surprised. This girl probably didn't do much talking with any of her customers -- certainly not middle-aged businessmen. I replied that I was doing fine, as I paid for my gas (I still did this most of the time, though sometimes, if I was feeling lazy, I just had Reward keep the tank full). Then I asked if they carried motor oil. Instead of pointing to the big display, which I had seen as I walked in, she came from behind the counter, telling her stunned associate to watch the register, and walked over to it with me. "See," she pointed out, "we have all kinds. There's 10w30," she pointed to a bottle, "and... and all the other kinds." She laughed. "I really don't know the difference, but," she looked intently into my eyes, "I'm sure we've got what you need." "You seem to have it all," I acknowledged. "You know," she said huskily, coming closer and touching my chest lightly, "we have even more motor oil in the storeroom." She smiled and winked. "Maybe even some baby oil." With that took my hand. "Wanda," she called to the other woman, "I'm going to take my break now. I'll be in the storeroom." "Phyllis, you can't take a customer in there!" Phyllis ignored her, however, and led me by the hand through the door marked "Employees Only". When the door was closed, Phyllis turned around and grabbed me, hugging me close, pulling my head down to kiss me hard on the lips, and stroking and caressing my back and ass before bringing her hands around to my crotch and lowering the zipper. As she fell to her knees and lowered my pants she said breathlessly, "We don't have a lot of time. Wanda's okay, she'll cover for me, but we've got to hurry." Then my cock was in her mouth and she was building up suction. The sheer sleaziness of the situation was exciting -- getting a quick blowjob in the storeroom of a gas station. I stroked into her as she did a creditable deep throat, and after only a few minutes I shot my load. Phyllis was a bit disappointed, obviously thinking that she was not going to get a fuck. "I guess I sucked you a little too good, honey," she said ruefully, after taking most of my sperm down her throat, with just a bit dribbling down her chin. As she stood up, though, I replied, "We aren't done yet," as I pulled up her halter to expose her bra-covered tits. I opened her bra (I was finally starting to get good at it) and gave the erect nipples a few licks. Her tits were large and white; though somewhat flabby, they had some firmness to them, and were apparently quite sensitive, since she took in her breath sharply as I licked one nipple and tweaked the other. I opened the zipper on her tight jeans and pushed them down far enough to be able to cup her hairy crotch, pushing a finger into her hot pussy. It was very tight, but she was wet enough that my finger entered easily, playing with her clit for a moment before sliding into her fuckhole. After a quick touch showed that she was thoroughly ready, I said, "You said we need to hurry, so turn around." Her face showed her surprise, but the look turned to pleasure as she saw that my cock was fully erect and ready for more action. She quickly turned around, pushed her jeans down further, leaned against a stack of boxes (motor oil, of course), and stuck her ass out. Her ass was large, but nicely shaped, and I enjoyed stroking it for just a few moments before getting down to business. "Oh yeah, slide it in, honey," she said as she reached behind to open her pussy lips. The advice was unnecessary, since I was already doing as she suggested. My cock slowly entered the tight, warm sheath, and Phyllis sighed with contentment as she felt herself being filled. "Ooh, that's good," she said, wiggling her ass as she felt me hit bottom. "Now give it to me hard." I pulled out slowly and came back in fast, drawing a surprised, but pleased, yelp from her. She pushed back saying, "Yeah, that's the way." I slammed hard into her several times. She was very hot and was coming hard and loud after just a few strokes. I kept pounding her through her orgasm and she came again, even louder, just a few moments later. Again I kept going and her orgasm became almost continuous for the next few minutes, until the constant contractions milked the seed from my cock. A few moments later we had both pulled our pants back on and were leaving the storeroom. A couple customers looked discreetly over at us as we emerged, wondering no doubt about the screams they could not have helped hearing. Wanda shot me a dirty look as I was leaving the store, but Phyllis gave me a good-bye kiss and suggested a return engagement the next day, giving me her phone number, "just in case you ever need any oil." After my interlude with Phyllis, one would think that I could make it the few remaining blocks to the office without incident, but this was not to be that sort of day. As I sat at the traffic light nearest the office, I glanced over at the police car next to me. Gazing back at me disinterestedly was an extremely attractive blond (female) officer. I pulled away from the light, thinking nothing of the presence of the cop until, a block or so later, I noticed lights flashing behind me. Naturally I was surprised, since I was doing nothing wrong and, even when I do, Reward always protects me from getting tickets. I quickly asked him what was up, and he replied, apparently very pleased with his cleverness, that he thought I might want the cop, so he had expired my license plates. The cop was now approaching my window, which I wound down, to be met by a blast of Phoenix's summer air. She was even more attractive than I had first thought, though a bit Amazonian for my taste. The nametag above her badge identified her as Officer Andersen. "Good morning, sir," she said in the politely formal manner of the Phoenix cops, "may I see your license, please?" I handed her the license, asking what the problem was, though I knew. She stared it the license a bit more than necessary, apparently deeply interested in the face shown there. "Uh, your license plates are expired," she finally replied, looking intently to see if my face was really as beautiful as the license photo indicated. "I'm sorry," I answered, "I wasn't aware that they had expired -- I must have missed the notice." Her eyes indicated that she wanted some action, but professionalism overrode passion for the moment. Each sentence was getting her in deeper, however. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm going to have to give you a ticket, Mr. Mallory." Suddenly I saw the possibility of having some fun with a little role-reversal on a classic theme, and decided to drop the seduction gambit for the moment. I touched her wrist while looking yearningly into her eyes. "Are you sure you need to write that ticket, officer?" I asked. "Perhaps we could talk it over?" I literally batted my eyelashes. She looked around at the traffic. I don't know what she saw there, but her mind was quickly made up. "Get in the back seat," she said. I was driving the van that day, and it had two sets of captain's chairs, the backs of which reclined almost completely. Officer Andersen was in the car and in the back seat almost as quickly as I was. She didn't bother with her tunic, but it was amazing how quickly she was able to get her pants off. She sat in one of the chairs, reclined the back of the seat and spread her legs wide. "Lick my pussy, baby," she said softly but authoritatively. It was a lovely pussy, small considering the size of its owner, and pouting prettily from within a moderately trimmed bush. The powerful thighs were parted expectantly as I knelt in front of her and gently opened the lips, exposing the violet interior. Her clit was big, and stuck out prominently from its surroundings. The head was not yet exposed, but as I licked around it, it began to peek out. Then I began to lick at the base of the clit and I saw a bit more of it. Once the head was exposed, I touched it with the tip of my tongue and the police officer shuddered slightly. "That's good," she crooned, "that's good, that's good." I left her clit then for a moment, licking down to her vagina and spearing into it for a moment, then returning to the clit, while using my fingers to replace the missing tongue in her fuckhole. In just a few moments the sawing motion of my fingers in and out of her vagina was being matched by her hips as they thrust up and down (her badge made an interesting jiggling motion, perched atop her big tits as she moved). When I felt her near her climax, I sped up my fingerfuck and licked faster on her clit and then sucked it hard. Her powerful hips drove up at me, tensed, and then relaxed, as she settled back into the chair with a sigh. When I had given her a moment to recover, I asked innocently, "Will that cover the ticket, officer, or would you like a fuck, too?" A woman who is coming down off a big orgasm has a hard time being authoritative, so the cop just said, "Oh yeah, I want a fuck." I had had no doubt about the answer, so by the time she spoke, my cock was already parting her lips and finding its way into her hole. A quick adjustment of her hips and I was in. As I started to fuck slowly, I played with her breasts, but the obstruction of her tunic and bra kept the pleasure, for both of us, to a minimum, though I could feel that they were nice ones. Her strong legs were wrapped around me, locking me into her cunt, and urging me to fuck her ever harder. Her hips drove up at me with powerful thrusts, and I returned them just a strongly. The van rocked wildly, no doubt attracting a fair amount of notice on the busy street. Officer Andersen and I, however, were totally unconcerned with anything going on outside the van. Our attention was focussed entirely on our own bodies and most specifically at the point in our crotches where the bodies were joined. There, the wonders of friction were driving us both crazy as my cock drove in and out of her pussy. We were going too hard and too fast to keep going for long, and as she came with one last hard push against me, I drove back equally hard and placed my seed far up into her womb. A few moments later, a happy Officer Andersen (I felt I had done a big favor for Phoenix motorists) returned to her squad car with a cheery reminder about getting my plates renewed. I assured her I'd take care of it right away and drove on to the office. When I got there, I decided that I'd even let Wendy seduce me. She had been a submissive for the past several weeks (and a darned good one), so it was a pleasant change for her, I'm sure, to get to do something else. I had Reward tell her that she had never had sex with me. This was of course a matter of some wonderment to Wendy - that there was any man that she'd had any kind of meaningful association with for a significant amount of time without fucking. She set out to rectify the situation promptly. More people ought to emulate Wendy's steadfast devotion to her goals. When I passed her desk with a pleasant "Good morning" and entered my office she quickly followed, bringing me a cup of coffee. "Mr. Mallory," she said diffidently after putting the coffee on my desk, "could I talk with you?" "Of course, Wendy," I smiled, as she sat down, with her short skirt riding up to a point at which I could almost, but not quite, see her hairless little pussy. "I was just thinking, Mr. Mallory, that I haven't been doing all I could for you as an administrative assistant." She shifted position and I got just a flash of pussy. "You're doing a good job, Wendy," I answered. "What more did you have in mind?" She was now twitching in the chair, rubbing her thighs together. "I just felt I haven't been attending to your personal needs, Mr. Mallory." "But you get me coffee every morning, Wendy - and you put in just enough sugar." At this, she seemed almost to grind her teeth in frustration. She got up, walked to the edge of the desk, paused, then started around it. "I meant," she said, "that an important executive like you must have a lot of tension and stress, and your assistant should help relieve it for you." She was standing in front of me now; I had turned to face her coming around the desk. Her hands rubbed her crotch, then reached down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to show her pussy. She put a finger in her pussy, looking intently into my eyes. "Would you like to relieve some tension right now?" I nodded and Wendy quickly had my pants open and my cock in her mouth. A few moments after that she was squatting over my lap, her legs spread wide and her skirt around her waist as she gave my cock a vigorous ride. After a few moments Wendy asked, "Would it relieve your tension better if you buttfucked me?"" I agreed that this would no doubt be just what the doctor would order if my doctor were a more understanding man. So Wendy got off me and bent over the desk, opening her ass for me to enter. I slid into her and fucked her ass hard. As I stroked into her, Wendy turned and smiled, asking, "Are you feeling better now?" I agreed that I was feeling great and she smiled happily, and asked, "Do you want to come in my ass, or in my mouth, or what?" I thought her mouth would be good, so I sat back down and Wendy got between my knees and sucked. It took only a moment for me to shoot a good load down her throat. She swallowed it all. After she had cleaned off my dick, Wendy knelt between my legs a while to see if I needed any more stress relief. She took my hands and placed one on each of her breasts, then squeezed them hard. "Some men have those stones and things they like to rub when they get nervous," she smiled, "but you can rub my tits. If you ever get upset just call me and I'll come in here and you can play with me and then you'll feel better." I certainly felt better, but unfortunately I had to do some actual work. Worse yet, it was a meeting, my unfavoritest type of work. ------- Chapter 38: A Day In The Life (Part 2) Michelle, the agency president, was on vacation, so I had to handle a meeting for her. Wilson & Lowe, the agency that before our meteoric rise had been the biggest in Phoenix, had contacted us to see if we'd be interested in a merger. The fact was, we knew, that they were about to go under and were looking to be saved. When they had called late the previous week, Michelle had noncommittally told them to come by and make a proposal, suggesting that they schedule something for her return in two weeks. They had insisted on a quick meeting, however -- a measure of their desperation -- and Michelle had reluctantly asked me to handle it. "I know how much you dislike Barton Wilson, Tom," she said, "so do I - and I know you'd like to really rub his nose in the dirt, but just be polite and smile as much as possible." I had meekly promised that I'd be good, and I had really intended to do so, despite the fact that Michelle was right about my personal feelings. Barton Wilson was one of those jerks who are all too common in advertising -- all flash and no substance, with a facile cleverness that substitutes for real intelligence and creativity. He had parlayed his father's money and his own smarmy charm into a fair-sized business, which he thought proved he was an advertising genius. In my mind it had just proved that he was a particularly stinky fish in the very small pond of Phoenix advertising. When they showed up he had greeted me rather more effusively than usual. He had always been polite to me, because I was an important person in the local scene, too, and people like Barton Wilson are always friendly toward anyone who might have some clout, but today there was a bit more charm to the smile. Today he was a supplicant. It wasn't Barton Wilson I was noticing, however. With him was a tall, coolly elegant woman in her mid-thirties -- someone I'd never seen before. Wilson introduced us. "Tom, this is Elizabeth Brennan, from Canyon State Bank; we thought it would be good if she joined us for this meeting." Well, well, I thought, Wilson was in deeper than we had figured -- his bank had assigned a guard dog to him. I quickly amended the "dog" part of the thought. Elizabeth Brennan stood about five-ten, with a lean figure that was perfectly complemented by the severe lines of her business suit. Every thing about her was professional, from her short brown hair to her Gucci low heels. But there was a hint of sensuality in her wide mouth and blue-green eyes. By the time we had shaken hands, exchanged hellos, talked about how hot it was outside, and made our way into the conference room, she was hot. When I asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee, she boiled over. "Barton," said Elizabeth, "could you leave us for a few minutes? I think Tom and I ought to... talk... privately for a few minutes before the meeting." Wilson started to protest, but a quick look from Elizabeth and a nod of my head toward the door and he was gone. This woman held his note, and I could pay it off, so he was only too anxious to please. When he was gone, so was a little of Elizabeth Brennan's self-assurance. She hesitated just a little, then moved tentatively toward me. "Uh, Tom," she said slowly, then seemed to make up her mind to go ahead, and did so with no further hesitation. "I think I sense something in you, and if I'm right about it, I want you to know that I'm feeling exactly the same." "You're right about it," I replied. She took two steps toward me and put her arms around me, kissing me at first lightly on the lips, then opening her mouth to insert her tongue. After a long, deep kiss, she moved away from me slightly and began to unbutton her blouse. "I've never done anything like this," she said. "Neither have I," I replied, mimicking her actions, but also watching the unveiling. It was a lie, I admit, but it was a polite lie. Men always dress and undress more quickly than women, in part because we throw our clothes on the floor, while women usually fold theirs and hang them neatly. I was buck-naked by the time Elizabeth's bra was off. "Let me do the rest," I offered gallantly. I put my arms around her and pulled her close for another deep kiss, this time my hands roaming all over her back and down to her firm ass, feeling her through the gray twill of her skirt. Her hands, meanwhile, were doing much the same to me. I found the button of her skirt and it was soon on the floor. She was too far gone now to care about wrinkles, though, as her hand had grabbed my cock and was stroking it and my balls. I was stroking her ass through her while silk panties, then slipping a hand under the waist to cup a firm globe and squeeze it, drawing a gasp from Elizabeth. Then she was pulling the pants down and saying, "We don't have much time, Tom." I looked up and down her long body appreciatively, lingering on the small breasts with big, puffy nipples and the flat belly leading down to a full but neatly trimmed thatch. Her long, shapely legs were encased up to the upper thigh in white, elastic top hose. "There's always time to do the job right," I replied. I pushed her back lightly to sit on the edge of the conference table, then knelt between her legs to pull open her pussy lips and insert my tongue on the tip of her clitoris. I had licked only a few seconds when Elizabeth said, "Tom, let's get on the table, I want to do you, too." I was agreeable, and I got up to lie on the table while she positioned her pussy over my face and took my cock in her mouth. Elizabeth had been wet from the first moment I had touched her, but she seemed to be quite a secretor, as gushes of moisture burst from her on a regular basis. I was lapping them up greedily, as I licked her clit and worked a finger, then two, in and out of her vagina. Her hips were driving down on my face in the same motion as her mouth was driving down on my cock. As she got more excited, she fucked my face harder and faster, and she sucked my cock equally hard and equally fast, accompanied by small whimpering noises that increased in volume and intensity as she neared her climax. At last she came. It wasn't a noisy orgasm; she just made a slightly louder whimper, let go of my cock, tensed slightly, and then went totally limp, as a veritable flood of juices washed down on me. After a moment she rolled off me and lay quietly on her back. I reversed myself to lie beside her and kiss her gently while she revived. "You're wet," she said when she felt my face on hers. "Correction -- you're wet," I replied. "Very wet." She laughed lightly. "It only happens when I get very, very turned on." "Are you still turned on?" She spread her long legs in reply. "Very," she said. I entered her slowly, though certainly I had no doubt that she was wet enough. I slid into her easily, then we embraced for a long kiss, continuing it through our first few slow strokes. As she had said, though, she was very turned on, and her nylon-clad heels were soon digging into my ass, urging me on, pushing me to fuck her harder and faster. I complied, and the table shook as we thrust our hips at each other. Elizabeth wasn't a talker and the only sounds in the room for the next several minutes were our grunts of exertion and passion and the loud slurping sounds of my cock entering and exiting Elizabeth's ultra-wet cunt. Then I was driving harder into her and her hips were pushing back at me harder and faster as we both felt our imminent orgasm. I pulled her close and slammed down into her as hard as I could, then again, then finally again as her pussy gripped my cock with her orgasm, and I shot my own liquids deep into her. Exhausted, I lay atop her for a long time before rolling off, then we lay side-by-side on the long table for several minutes before Elizabeth said reluctantly, "I guess we ought to let Wilson come back in." "I take it you don't think too highly of your client?" I asked. "The guy's a half-wit," she snorted as she got up to start getting dressed. There was a huge pool in the middle of the table. We both saw it simultaneously and laughed. "That's how turned-on I was," Elizabeth said. I found some napkins in the corner bar and wiped it up. "We're not going to merge with them," I told her, in a sudden fit of honesty. "We have nothing to gain by taking on a sinking ship. We're better off just waiting for them to go under and then cherry-picking the few good accounts they still have." "That's what everybody at the bank figured," she said, leaning over to let her breasts fall into the cups of her bra -- a movement I've always enjoyed watching. As she reached behind to hook the bra she said, "He told us he could work a deal with you guys -- he said you might want a merger just to get him into your company, because he has a good name in the business." It was my turn to snort. Elizabeth shrugged. "Anyway, the bank asked me to tag along and keep an eye on him." She pecked my cheek. "I'm glad I did." "By the way," she went on, all business again, "who's your bank? Maybe we could work together," she smiled. I told her finance was out of my area, but I'd put her in touch with the right guy. Then we invited Wilson back into the conference room. If he had any suspicions about what had happened he never indicated anything. I was politely noncommittal through the meeting (Michelle would have been proud of me), and a half-hour later Barton Wilson left with Elizabeth, knowing, without being told, that there would be no saving deal. I had had five women by 10 am, and I don't know how many more I could have had. I was in my office most of the rest of the day and didn't have that much contact with anyone, except for having my stress relieved by Wendy in the middle of the afternoon, and having an account exec who came in to check on the progress of a proposal. Had I gone for a walk... I did go out for lunch and had a couple women then, a waitress (this was not my usual place, so it wasn't Diana) and a woman at the next table who asked if she could borrow my ketchup. I had some fun with her, because I ended up putting my sperm on her fries, which she thought tasted great. As the day ended, I decided that I should try out my seduction scenario in the natural home of such things -- a meat market bar. I don't visit bars much, but I knew the latest hot spots from overhearing office conversation among the younger staffers. The top place was Julio's, in Tempe on Mill Avenue. Since that was in the general direction of home for me, I decided to give it a try. When I entered the place, and after my eyes had adjusted to the lighting and my ears had adjusted to the noise and my body had adjusted to the crush, I realized that these places hadn't changed much in the twenty years or so since I had been stupid enough to frequent them. The decor was different, but the ambience was the same. And the people. I finally managed to elbow my way to the bar and obtain a coke ($4.50). A number of women, motivated by Reward, tried to catch my eye, but I realized that I had come to a place where I was frozen by excessive choice. Surrounded by women, many of them attractive, some very attractive, I didn't know which to hit on -- or rather, which to let hit on me. So I asked Reward to sort things out for me. I told him to scan the room and do a brain dump for me on the ten or fifteen most attractive women. Several of them seemed like they might be fun, but then I found something that changed my mind about how I was going to proceed. At the far end of the bar were two stunningly attractive women. On the left, with black hair, was Erin. The one on the right, the blonde, was Brianna. They were both twenty-three, they were both entry-level buyers in a department store, they were both beautiful, they were both lesbians, and they were both bitches. I hasten to add that the final two points are not interrelated, at least not in the sense that I was calling them bitches because they were lesbians. I have no particular concern with anybody's sexual preferences. They were bitches because they were here specifically to tease men, whom they despised. They knew how beautiful they were, they felt superior because of it, and they were getting great pleasure out of using it to crush people they felt were inferior. During the few minutes I had been aware of them, I had seen them conversing with a guy standing between and slightly behind them. As I watched them with greater interest, considering what to do, I saw them turn away from him without a word and begin conversing among themselves, totally ignoring him. I saw him stand there nervously, not realizing that they were doing this to him deliberately, then speak to them, then realize he was being put down, and finally walk away. As they saw him leave, they began laughing. Another score. Erin and Brianna didn't know it, but the score was about to be evened, maybe with a little interest (to mix metaphors). I picked up my coke and made my way slowly through the crush to their end of the bar. I turned off the seduction machine, since I didn't want these ladies to be attracted to me -- that would spoil the fun. By the time I got to them another victim had moved in, so I waited while they played him along for a while, then shut him down. As he slunk away, I heard them arguing through their giggles as to whether he was number five or six. They couldn't agree on whether to count one pair of guys as one or two, since one of them hadn't participated very actively. I interrupted their scorekeeping debate to ask if I could buy them a drink. Brianna couldn't hide the rolling of the eyes at getting such an offer from such an old fart, but Erin, who seemed to like her alcohol, was willing to take a freebie from any source. "Sure," she said, signaling to the bartender to bring another round. I asked their names, they asked mine, I asked what they did for a living, they didn't bother asking me, because the drinks were arriving. I was tempted to ask what their signs were, but resisted. After I had paid for the drinks, Brianna clinked glasses with me and said, "Thanks for the drinks, Tom, now clear out." "I don't think I will." They appeared a bit shocked but recovered quickly. "Look, pops, we don't want you around," said Brianna. "Nice of you to buy us drinks and all that, but we didn't ask for them. Now scram." "Go molest your grandkids," sneered Erin. "I don't have grandchildren," I replied, "though I am considering molesting my daughter -- in one sense, I already have. That's another issue, though. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you two." Again my confidence (and, perhaps, my blunt language) took them aback momentarily. Brianna recovered first. "That's it, fossil. Bug off now, or we'll have the bartender throw your ass out of here." "I don't think so," I answered, beckoning for the bartender. "Sir, I'm going to fuck these ladies. You don't mind, do you?" He smiled. "Not at all, they've been needing a good stiff dick. Would you like me to clear a spot on the bar, or will you be fucking them on the barstools?" I told him there'd be no need to clear the bar, at least for the moment. "See, ladies," I smiled. "Now who wants to be first?" They looked at each other, horrified by the sudden realization that something had gone very wrong with the universe. The bartender had just given a totally unlikely response, and each of them had had a desire to get up and leave, but realized she couldn't. Their eyes spoke of their growing concern. "Can't make up your minds?" I chuckled. "How about this? Erin, you start by sucking my cock, while Brianna gets up on the bar and plays with her pussy until I'm ready for her." The concern in their faces turned to panic as Erin found herself getting off her barstool to kneel in front of me and take my cock in her mouth. Brianna, meanwhile, had lifted herself up on the bar and pulled up her short skirt, then pulled aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her pussy. Her fingers were now beginning to enter the puffy lips of her small cunt. People nearby had, of course, begun to notice what was going on, but were reacting in a very peculiar manner, from the women's point of view. They were interested, but nobody was protesting, or calling for the police, or making any move to stop the action. Everybody was just pointing and laughing, making fun of Erin and Brianna. The circle of watchers was steadily growing, of course, until practically the entire bar was gathered around. Brianna was giving quite a show on the bar, and her hand was starting to fly, at which point I told her to fist herself, and she had to slow down her frigging to work more fingers into her vagina. As her last knuckles disappeared and then her wrist neared the entrance to her fuckhole, a great cheer went up from the crowd, justifiably impressed with Brianna's accomplishment. Meanwhile, I was nearing my climax, and had grabbed Erin's head and was savagely thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face as hard as I'd ever fucked a pussy. When at last I came, I pulled out and shot my seed into Erin's face. Then I told Brianna to get off the bar and turn around for me. But first I turned to the crowd. "If anybody else wants to fuck Erin, go ahead, I'm through with her." The men looked around, wanting to come forward of course, but uncertain. "Erin," I said, "if you go two minutes without having at least one cock in you, you'll die. The same goes for you, Brianna. And the more cocks you can get, the better." Erin, knowing my words were true, began grabbing at the men nearest her, pulling at a guy's zipper, while begging others, "Please fuck me!" Brianna pulled aside her panties to let me in as she bent forward over the bar. "First, show me your tits, Brianna - I'll bet they're pretty." "Oh please fuck me," she begged, sensing that her time was running out. "Show me your tits." Quickly, near tears with fear, the gorgeous blonde unbuttoned her blouse and threw it aside. Even encased in their bra, her breasts were lovely. As the bra came off, an appreciative murmur moved through the crowd. They were great (though not as good as Sarah's I thought, though perhaps I was biased). "Free feels!" I shouted, and several nearby men grabbed a tit or two. "Please!" Brianna cried through the commotion. "Please," she repeated to me, "please fuck me." She turned around again and I pulled apart her ass cheeks and positioned my cock at her asshole. At that moment, as she realized where I was about to put my cock, she turned in panic, but it was too late. With a single powerful thrust I had driven into her ass, forcing the sphincter open and pushing well into her rectum. "Omygod!" she screamed, as her ass was entered for the first time. "Somebody stop him." But nobody stopped me. The crowd, men and women alike, were having too much fun watching the show. Some were betting on who would come first: me, or the guy fucking Erin, or the one with his cock in her mouth. While I felt little compassion, at least at the moment, for Erin and Brianna, neither was I particularly enjoying the fuck. It was being done to humble them, not for pleasure. So I just drove hard into Brianna's ass a few more times and then came quickly to get it over with. The few people who had bet on me let out a cheer. As I pulled out, I had Brianna turn around and clean off my cock, then offered her to the men nearby. Three guys soon had her on the bar, while three others had replaced the two who soon finished with Erin. As I left the bar, more bets were being placed and the bartender was trying to organize a take-a-number system. I instructed Reward to release the women at closing time. When I got home, a little after seven, there was a note from Chris saying that she and Thomas had gone to Big Surf for some kind of "Summer Special" event and would be home about 9:30 or 10:00, and that Sarah was at a friend's house but should be home by seven or so. I could hear the shower running and presumed that Sarah was already home, I poked my head into the steamy bathroom to let her know that I was home, too, and went back to the kitchen to microwave a couple frozen burritos. About ten minutes later, as I was finishing my dinner, I got a "Daddy, can you help me?" call from the bathroom. When I got there, I found Sarah, covered by a towel barely reaching from her large breasts to her delightful little pussy. She pointed to the showerhead, which was dripping slowly. "I can't get it shut off all the way, can you do it for me?" There were a couple peculiar things about this. One was that there was nothing wrong with the shower, she simply hadn't turned it all the way off -- I barely touched the handle and the dripping stopped. The other was the little girl voice with which she had asked my help. As I turned to her after performing my plumbing miracle she gave me a big hug, pressing her body tightly against me. "Oh thank you, Daddy," she cooed. "I know you can always take care of anything for me." When she pulled back from the hug, the towel slipped away from her body, momentarily exposing her beautiful breasts. "I should be more careful," she giggled as she (more slowly than necessary) put the towel back in place. "But I don't really need to hide anything from you, do I? You've already seen your little girl lots of times." "Not lately, sweetie," I answered. "You've grown up." She smiled at the compliment. "Am I pretty, daddy?" she asked coquettishly. "You're gorgeous," I said, leaving the room. After a day of being seduced, I should have been used to women coming on to me, but this was different. And what was particularly different was that my instructions to Reward concerning my "day of seduction" had, as always, specifically excluded my family. So Sarah was acting on her own. She must have really wanted that car. ------- Chapter 39: How I Spent My Summer - Part 1: At The Mall That summer was very hot, even by Phoenix standards -- it seemed like it hardly ever got below 110. It really wasn't that bad, of course, but it seemed that way. Sexually, it was pretty hot, too, although my standards had gotten pretty high. To detail all the things I did would take another whole book, so I'll just cover a few of the highlights. Beth had moved still further out on the edge, and I was getting a bit concerned about her stability. I was very glad that I had limited her use of Reward to her own house, because it's hard to imagine what she might have done out in the real world. On the other hand, Beth and I continued to have a lot of fun together. Any time my rutting was getting in a rut, Beth could be depended upon to shake things up for me. For instance, one afternoon in early June, Beth and I decided to get away from our respective families and spend some time together. We slowed time in our homes while we were gone, so we could go out for a few hours and not have been gone at all when we came back. We had a few laughs about being out on a date, talked about going up on South Mountain to make out, and ended up deciding to just go to a mall -- Beth needed to do some shopping and it would be a pleasant, cool place to walk and talk. After visiting a few women's clothing stores and watching Beth look at (I swear) every single item in every single store, however, I was getting pretty bored (men and women should not go shopping together), so we went to the food court and got some barely edible food. As we ate, Beth was ragging me about, what else?, being a prude and being in a rut. "You need to try some new stuff, Tom," she was saying. "You have your sweet little Ashley and all your other nice friends, but you need more variety." I suppose there was some truth to what Beth was saying, although I shuddered at the thought of what she might consider "variety". Raping nuns? Being raped by nuns? "I'll bet if I dared you to do something here right now -- of course you won't let ME do anything here," she added snidely, needing to get in a dig about the restrictions I'd put on her, "... anyway, if you did something here, it would just be picking out some nice, pretty girl and having nice, ordinary sex with her." She was right, of course -- that's exactly what I would have done. In fact, I knew who I'd do it with -- the woman at the next table, an attractive brunette finishing an order of nachos and sipping the last of her coke. She had a slender figure with breasts that were a bit large for her frame. Her pretty face was framed by a short pixie-ish haircut. Overall, a girl next door type. Maybe a bit old for "girl" next door -- perhaps 22 or 23 -- so maybe college student next door, or pretty young housewife next door. Beth saw me looking at her. "See what I mean?" she said. "Suzi Sweet. You'd pick her up and take her home or to a motel and fuck her silly. At most, you'd fuck her on a table here." Actually, that had been in my mind. Like any man, however, I'm susceptible to dares. So I said to Beth, "Oh yeah?" Very clever line. Before she could laugh at my weak reply, however, the young woman leaned over to us and said, "Excuse me for interrupting you, but I've never been to this mall before, and I was wondering where the FuckMart is. I need a fuck." Beth looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and smiled. I asked what kind of fuck she wanted. She shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought I'd look around." Beth grinned at her. "Isn't that just like a man? They want to go into a store, buy something, and leave. She wants to shop, Tom -- check out all the fucks, try a few on." The young woman nodded, while I acknowledged the put-down. A bond established, introductions followed. Her name was Marie, and she worked at an insurance company, in some unspecified capacity. Since we, by coincidence, happened to be on our way to FuckMart ourselves, we offered to show her where it was. On the way, Marie mentioned one of her purposes for the shopping trip. "I was thinking about getting something there for my dad for Fathers' Day. What do you think?" Beth thought it was a great idea, and I added that I was sure she'd find just what he wanted. Marie asked me if I'd help her pick something out. I asked her, laughingly, if she was telling me politely that I was old enough to be her father. "I'm a little disappointed," I added, "because I was hoping you'd ask me to fuck you." Marie blushed, and stammered, while Beth giggled and said, "I knew it! Marie, when I first saw you I told Tom that you were just the sort of girl he likes to fuck." Marie blushed again, pleased with the compliment. "Gee, I don't know, Tom, maybe later, but I want to do my shopping first." "Isn't that just like a woman," I mimicked, "she'd rather shop than fuck." The ladies both laughed as we neared the store. To advise those of you who don't have the benefit of a Reward to create such things, FuckMart was a sizeable store, not as big as the department stores that anchored the mall, but bigger than the average chain specialty store such as Victoria's Secret. Over the entrance was the familiar FuckMart logo, with "fuck" in red, "mart" in blue, and the two words separated by a symbol in white of a woman getting fucked doggie style by "FMan", the company's popular cartoon character pitchman, who looked something like an anatomically-correct Pillsbury Dough Boy. Entering, we were met by a "Customer Satisfaction Specialist" named Martin, who greeted us and asked what we were looking for. Marie replied that she was interested first in buying a male android. Martin walked us over to the Robot Department, where he pointed out the wide selection of models and rattled off the features and benefits of each. They had androids of various body types and ethnicities, and some that looked like celebrities. And of course they came with an immense variety of schlongs, some even bigger than mine in The Mallory Empire. Marie shied away from the models with huge ones, however, commenting that they'd probably be uncomfortable, and maybe spoil her for the real thing. Since she seemed uncertain, Martin offered to measure her and make a recommendation. Marie thought it was a good idea, and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, while Martin knelt in front of her and inserted a device that looked like a small dildo into her vagina. When he extracted it, he consulted the readings on the panel and walked over to a nearby floor model. "I think this is probably about right for you," he suggested. "Would you like to try it on in the fitting room?" he added, pointing to a nearby section of curtained cubicles. Marie agreed and began walking to the ladies' fitting room, asking Beth to accompany her, as the android followed her. Beth said she'd be happy to assist with the fitting. First, however, she turned to me. We'd been watching Marie make her selection mostly in silence up to that point, merely adding an occasional suggestion or comment. "Okay, Tom, don't look so smug," she said. "I admit it, this one's pretty good. Did you think this whole place up, or did Reward invent it?" "The basic idea's mine," I told her, very pleased with myself. "And some I'm making up as we go along, but I had Reward invent some of it by tapping into Marie's fantasies." "Not bad," she acknowledged. "Have him tap into mine, too. By the way," she added, "are you going to fuck her?" "What do you think?" "You're hopeless," she said, rolling her eyes. "You come to a dream world, and all you want to do is fuck Miss White Bread." She laughed and joined Marie going into the fitting room. I had, for the purpose of the fitting room, had Reward supply me with Superman's x-ray vision. (In fact, I had it work just like they always showed it in the comic books, with a big circle bored through the wall). So I was able to see, as they entered the cubicle with the android, Beth sit down on the small room's only chair while Marie, who had already removed her panties to be measured, bent over against the wall and pulled up her skirt. The android crouched behind her and began licking her pussy. Marie squirmed a few times, but it didn't seem to be in pleasure; she appeared to be trying to get the proper spots licked. Finally, she turned to Beth, who had pulled down her shorts and begun fingering herself. "Damn," she said, "none of these androids can lick worth shit." "I know," Beth replied, "you can buy some that fuck really well, but none of them are any good at sucking a pussy. Would you like me to suck you, and then you can try him out for a fuck?" Marie smiled appreciatively. "Would you mind, Beth? The way he's sucking, I'll never get wet enough to do the fitting properly." Beth graciously consented and Marie pushed the android aside, then bent over in front of Beth's chair so Beth could get at her pussy from behind. She then pulled her blouse open and had the android perform the less-demanding task of sucking and massaging her large breasts. After a few minutes on the receiving end of Beth's educated tongue Marie was, of course, squirming and squealing with pleasure. It didn't take long for her to be ready for an android fucking. "Beth, that was terrific," she said as she turned around. "Can I pay you back with a suck now?" she asked, getting down on her knees, which made her breasts hang most attractively. When Beth opened her legs in reply, Marie got between them and began licking while the android positioned himself behind her and slowly inserted his cock in her sopping pussy. Well primed by Beth's tongue, and apparently finding the android an acceptable fit, Marie wasn't long in reaching climax, squealing with pleasure. Beth held her head in her lap for several minutes afterward, then the women embraced and kissed before dressing and coming out of the fitting rooms. When they had come out, we waited a few moments for Martin, who had gone off to take care of other business, to return. I mentioned to Beth, out of Marie's hearing, that she didn't seem to have any objections to playing around with Miss White Bread herself. "So you were watching, you dirty old voyeur?" she answered. I nodded happily. "I figured as much," she went on. As Martin returned she told me that Marie had a nice little pussy and that I'd very much enjoy fucking it. "So how was it?" asked Martin, smiling. Marie said it was a good fuck, though she was disappointed with the tongue action. Martin sympathized about the poor performance and suggested some adjustments that some women customers had made. In regard to size, Marie asked what size the penis was, saying, "The length felt right, but it was just a bit wide." Martin checked the tag. "He's a 7C33," he replied, explaining to us that the "7" meant that his cock was, not surprisingly, seven inches long, and the "C" was a small to medium width, since the widths went up to "H". "A young, small girl like you should probably have a 'B'," suggested Beth helpfully, and Marie agreed. "What does the '33' stand for?" I had to ask. Martin explained that the first digit indicated the amount of semen the android shot, and the second digit was the velocity of the shot. Both were adjustable from 1 to 5. Marie nodded and said that the ejaculation had been acceptable. "He was very good in terms of his timing," Marie told Martin. "He sped up at the right time, and came right when I did." Martin smiled with pride. "This is our latest model, " he said. "It has thermostats and sensors in its penis, so that it can react to changes in temperature, moisture, and pressure in your pussy. That way it knows when to speed up and when to come." We all shook our heads in wonder and remarked on the amazing advances in technology. Marie was of course sold now, and asked Martin to get one packaged up for her. While Martin was off running Marie's credit card (later, Beth and I had some laughs over the image of Visa's computer having a fit about getting charges from FuckMart), and getting a 7B33 packaged for her, we wandered through the rest of the store. We checked out the cubicles for the virtual reality sex machines, where you could feed tokens into a slot and dial up whatever fantasy you desired, while electrodes provided stimulation to appropriate nerve endings. We watched a seventy-five year old man as he imagined he was getting sucked by a handsome teenaged boy, but we decided to leave because the look on his face made us fear he was about to have a heart attack. We then visited the home furnishings area, which included beds of various sizes and shapes, a wide assortment of mirrors, trapezes, a selection of antiques from Victorian New Orleans bordellos, plus everything needed for the up-to-date dungeon. Here Beth saw several new items, which she had Martin, who had by this time rejoined us, ring up and package. Next on our tour was the pet shop, which in FuckMart was something of a zoo brothel, where one could hire the services of a sheep, dog, horse, or (I suppose) hamster by the hour. Marie listened, fascinated, as two matronly ladies discussed the relative merits of horses and donkeys. Meanwhile, I asked Beth if this was something Reward had plucked out of her fertile little brain. She giggled and nodded. "Look at Suzi Sweet," she said. "She can't believe that such things happen, but she's fascinated by it." She watched Marie as Marie watched the matrons go into their cubicles with the donkeys they had settled on. "She's a hot little babe, though. Give me a couple weeks with her and I could turn her into the nastiest little slut you ever saw." I didn't doubt it. Finally we passed through the clothing section, which had everything from street hooker garb to stripper outfits to leather and latex, all available in men's and women's models, with the men's stuff available in women's sizes and vice-versa. There were diapers (some crotchless), and baby, toddler, and children's clothes in all sizes, as well as school uniforms from all the Valley's major private schools, and the traditional English and Japanese sailor suits. Beth offered to buy me a nice lavender bra and panty set, but I declined with thanks. The kids' department contained downsized versions of most of the clothing choices available in the adult area, games such as Fuck to the Head of the Class, plus appropriately sized toys, such as dildos and cock rings, many inscribed with pictures of the popular Fman cartoon character. The kids playing in the department seemed to love it. Also in this area was one of FuckMart's most popular features, its day care center. Moms shopping in the mall could drop off the little ones here, knowing that they would not only be well cared for, but receive training that brought a whole new dimension to the words "sex education". Beth picked out a set of stiletto heels, fish net stockings, and a silver lame hot pants / halter top combo for her nine year old daughter Melissa. Meanwhile Marie and I watched a teacher instructing a group of kids on how to use their pagers to turn their after-school time into a profitable call-girl (and/or -boy) operation, including hints on bookkeeping, marketing, and tax avoidance. "You know, I just love this store," said Marie as Beth rejoined us and we headed back to the package area to pick up our purchases. "There's always something new here. But I really don't see anything for my dad except a new android. His is about worn out." As we returned to the Robot Department, we walked past a floor display suggesting a His 'n' Her Android Set as the perfect gift for all those June anniversaries. I idly wondered if a really lazy couple would have the androids fuck each other while they watched. Martin caught up with us when we were looking at the androids again, no doubt sensing another sale. "Is there anything really new in girl androids?" Marie asked him. Martin showed us the various celebrity models - Mariah Carey, Britney Spears (pre- and post-implants), Demi Moore (pregnant and not). Nothing seemed to really excite Marie, though, until she saw a sign for personalized androids. "You mean I can get an android that looks just like me?" she asked excitedly. Martin agreed, but then had to deliver the bad news. "Unfortunately, you couldn't have it for Fathers' Day. Even rush orders take a minimum of a month to prepare." Marie was so crestfallen that I felt I had to offer some solace. "Instead of an android that looks like you, why don't you just fuck him yourself?" I suggested. "But it seems so cheap to not buy him a present," Marie said uncertainly. "Hey," I said, "I'm a father - I know. Isn't it practically a parental cliche - 'I don't want a present, I just want your love?'" Marie nodded and giggled. "My dad says stuff like that whenever I ask him what he wants for a birthday or anything." "So give him your love," I concluded. She was almost convinced. "Do you think he'd like it?" she asked. "Tell you what," I offered. "Why don't I fuck you, and then I can tell you whether your father would like it." "Somehow I knew this was coming," muttered Beth, sotto voce. Marie didn't hear. "Would you really do that for me, Tom?" she asked gratefully. "I assure you, it's my pleasure," I said magnanimously, as Martin, seeing an android sale slipping away, but gamely settling for second best, suggested that there were beds for rent in the home furnishings area. Normally, as you may have figured out by now, I like to play around a good bit before intercourse, but FuckMart had had its effect on me and what I wanted was someplace warm and wet to put my cock -- and I wanted no delay about it. Marie felt much the same way, although she had had some release -- so I had Reward play around a bit with her nerve endings and hormones and whatever else is involved, and by the time we got to the Rent-A-Bed Department, the two of us were ripping each other's clothes off. Martin tried to get me to give him a charge card, but I just signaled to Beth to take care of it. By that time our clothes were in a pile on the floor, Marie was on the bed with her legs spread, and I was on top of her, barely taking the time to enjoy the beautiful sight before I was slamming my dick into her size B pussy. Yes, it was tight. And it was hot, and it was wet. And she knew how to move it. At this particular moment it was moving up and down at the same rapid pace as my cock was moving down and up. Our groins were smashing together hard and fast, and her heels on my butt were encouraging me to make it harder and faster. I did, and she wanted more. I gave her more and she moaned and squealed and her pussy grabbed my cock, and milked a series of blasts from me that any android engineer would recognize as a 55. When we were done and I lay exhausted on top of her I could only manage to say, "Marie, your dad is going to be really happy on Fathers' Day." ------- Chapter 40: How I Spent My Summer - Part 2: Sarah After our first visit to FuckMart, shopping trips there became a regular event for Beth and I. I'll tell you more about them later, but first I need to fill you in on one of the other big events of the summer, having to do with my daughter, Sarah. I left you a couple chapters back with a cliffhanger ending straight out of the old movie serials, with my daughter teasing me in a bath towel. Although I walked away that night, I can't say I wasn't tempted. I had of course succumbed to the temptation already, when she had come on in a much more straightforward manner to Tom O'Malley. So I had violated my rule about leaving my family alone. However, since her involvement had been, as far as she knew, with someone else, I felt I hadn't caused any harm. And it was pretty obvious she was reasonably experienced -- so I wasn't corrupting her. Rationalizations, I know. Still, having broken my rule didn't mean that I had to continue to break it, or break it in bigger ways. Other factors were involved, as well. One was that, although I was her father, the more I was coming to know about Sarah, the less I liked her. A terrible thing for a father to say, but my daughter was not a very nice person. She was trying mightily to cheat on her best friend. She had given Tom O'Malley her phone number at the airport, as I mentioned, and several times she had called him suggesting that maybe they could "have some fun" together. Tom, noble fellow that he was, had avoided her like the plague, knowing full well that nothing good can come from screwing your girlfriend's friends. In addition, her unrelenting campaign to get me to buy her an expensive car was getting on my nerves -- her shallowness and materialistic attitude, her sense of entitlement, and her status-consciousness were all very disappointing to me. Added into this, her willingness to buy the car with her body and to apparently countenance even blackmail, had made me think that my daughter was not, to be polite, all that a father might hope for. On the other hand, as Tom O'Malley could testify, she was a very hot little piece of tail. So that, in summary, was my state of mind as summer began and Sarah, after months of merely whining, wheedling, and threatening to hold her breath till her face turned blue, moved her campaign into a new phase. I'm sure Sarah knew that briefly dropping her towel to show me her breasts had left a powerful impression on me. She may have thought that that would be enough, but more likely she had figured it was just step one, and so was not too disappointed when I hadn't thrown her down on the floor and ravaged her. Over the next couple weeks, she made several more efforts to seduce me, becoming increasingly bold. What she didn't realize, of course, was that I knew exactly what she was doing, and I was teasing her as much as she was teasing me. Since she had had some success in the bathroom, she found cause a couple more times to call me in there after she had showered. Having used the dripping faucet routine, she screwed up the toilet so that it kept running and had me come in to fix it (she couldn't very well drop the towel again, so she just leaned over to watch while I was working, almost catching my nose in her cleavage). Another time, there was a dead light bulb (I don't know if she had replaced a working bulb with one that was burned out). On that occasion, again wrapped in a towel after leaving the shower, she said, "I tried to change it myself, daddy, but I couldn't quite reach it." She demonstrated this inability by leaning over the sink and stretching to reach the bulb -- an action which, of course, caused the towel to ride up and show her beautiful, firm, rounded butt. I just barely managed to resist. Boy, did I want to grab that thing! I knew that sometime soon I wouldn't resist, so I needed a strategy for dealing with the fallout. "Sometime soon" came the following Saturday. Thomas was away at a summer camp, Chris had gone to a gardening show with Beth, and I was swimming, when Sarah came out to join me. She was not wearing the microscopic bikini she had worn at Tom O'Malley's (that, I imagined, was hidden somewhere in the darker recesses of her room where mom and dad were unlikely to find it), but what she had on showed off her curvaceous body quite admirably. She smiled at me happily, with that little extra that had been on her face almost constantly of late, the little extra that said, "Come and get it." She didn't say "Come and get it," of course, not aloud at least. What she said was, "How's the water?" I replied that it was fine, pleasantly cool, and suggested that she join me in the pool. She declined, saying that she had come out only to lie in the sun. She then sat on a lounge chair and began applying tanning lotion to her body. I watched as she spread the oil on her gorgeous legs, and she, aware that I was watching, made it a very slow, sensuous operation. When she was oiling her thighs, she spread her legs apart much wider than the job required, and took a long time rubbing near her crotch, occasionally glancing up to be sure I was watching. I was. By this point, of course, I knew what was coming, and finally, she lay on the lounge on her belly and called in her little girl voice, "Daddy, can you put the lotion on my back?" I agreed to her request (big surprise), and climbed out of the pool, drying myself quickly, before coming over to sit beside her on the lounge. She handed me the bottle, then put her hand on my knee as she thanked me, a bit effusively for such a small favor, "Thank you, Daddy -- I know you'll always help me out." As I began to spread the lotion, she said, "Tan lines are so gross; could you undo the straps, Daddy?" I undid the straps. Most girls, when they are tanning their backs with their bra straps off, keep their arms tight against their sides. Sarah, of course, did not do this, moving her arms farther away from her body to ensure that I could see the swell of her breasts. I spread the lotion across her smooth, soft skin, and could feel her breathing deepen. She was getting aroused, and part of the excitement, I was sure, was because she suspected that she just about had me hooked. She could hardly doubt it, since I had seen her glancing at my swim trunks, where my erect dick was making itself quite obvious. She made one more move to ensure she had me. "Make sure you get the sides, Daddy -- I don't want to get burned there." "No, of course not," I replied, as my hands massaged her sides, moving from down near the bikini, slowly up to her waist, working in soft circles, kneading her skin, up to her ribcage. Rubbing in the oil thoroughly, massaging and caressing, my hands worked over my daughter's body. I could feel her breath quicken again as I neared her armpits and worked slowly down to touch the soft flesh of her breasts. "Oh Daddy," she said softly, "that feels so good." Slowly she turned over, the bra falling away and her breasts jutting out strongly from her chest, the nipples erect. "Why don't you do all of me, Daddy?" she breathed, her eyes closed. I leaned over and kissed each nipple, then caressed the big breasts, tossing the tanning lotion aside. "We don't need this, do we? You're not here for a tan, are you, Sarah?" She looked up and smiled at me. "No, Daddy, I'm here for you." She pulled me down to her then, kissing me deeply, then hugging me close as she moaned softly in my ear, "Oh Daddy, I've wanted you for so long." I responded, predictably but totally sincerely, that I had wanted her, too. And then I spoke no more, as my mouth was filled with the big, erect nipple of her big, firm breast, and she spoke no more as her head fell back limply. Her nipple, already large, grew in my mouth, and as my hand traveled down her hard, flat belly to her crotch, I could feel her tense and felt her hips move up, as though to put her pussy nearer to my hand. Whatever her motives, there was no sham behind Sarah's passion, as I could feel when at last my hand had reached the crotch of her bikini. It was wet, and as I began to feel her slit through the fabric, her hips immediately began their fucking motion. As my hand slid down her slit, pushing the fabric lightly in, her hips rose to meet the fingers, then fell slowly down, rising again and again. With my hand squeezing and kneading one breast and my mouth sucking hard on the other, I could feel Sarah's breathing becoming harder and more rapid as I played with her pussy through the thin bikini. When I pulled aside the strip of fabric, I felt her anticipation, and then the sharp intake of her breath as my fingers touched the lips of her pussy for the first time. Again my fingers began to travel slowly up and down her slit, this time directly on her tender flesh, lightly brushing the lips of her pussy, as her hips continued their fucking motion, rising up to try to force my fingers into her. My fingers slowly slid into the slick interior of her pussy, and the speed with which her hips fucked up at my hand increased; then as my fingers entered her vagina, her hips shot up sharply and I heard her gasp. "Oh Daddy," she whispered huskily, "don't play with me, I want you in me." I let her breast go for a moment to look up at her. She smiled at me and said, "Next time I want to make long, slow love with you, but right now I just need to have you inside me." The thought occurred to me of teasing her with a long, long session of foreplay, but I needed release as much as she did. Perhaps what decided the question was that her words were accompanied by her hand dipping into my swim trunks. The feel of her fingers on my cock clinched the issue. I sat up and knelt beside her, pulling her bikini down her long, smooth legs, then stood to remove my own trunks. As I did, Sarah sat up so she could be the one to remove the trunks. Then she took my cock in her hand and stroked it, putting it in her mouth for a momentary lick. She smiled up at me, saying, "That's just a tease for now, the real thing's coming later." Then she lay back and spread her legs wide. "I'm ready for you, daddy," she said. "Let's do it." I had played around the edges of incest before, but now I plunged into it as I prepared to plunge my cock into my daughter's hot little pussy. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pointing out straight at her face, as Sarah lay below me, her thighs at right angles to her body, her breasts sticking proudly out from her chest, her hands holding open her pussy, and a look of pure lust on her face. "Put it in, daddy," she said. "I need it so bad." I lowered my cock to her pussy, and Sarah took it with one hand and guided it gently into her open vagina. She was very tight, but also very wet, and my cock slid smoothly into her. At the first contact of my cockhead with her pussy, Sarah gasped, then she sighed softly as my cock entered her. When I was all the way into her and our groins were tightly together, I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips opened invitingly, and my tongue entered to touch hers, then she closed her lips and sucked my tongue in deeper, exactly as I was grinding my cock deeper into her fuckhole. Sarah's hips ground back at me, as our mouths and crotches played a dual game, until at last Sarah broke away from the kiss and hissed in my ear, "Fuck me, Daddy. No more fooling around -- fuck me." I lifted off her and propped myself up on my elbows, to allow for easier movement, and also so I could look down at her. My daughter was spread wide below me, with my cock stretching her cuntlips wide as it began to pull out of her. I put a hand on one of her large breasts and squeezed it hard, then squeezed, more gently, the hard nipple between a finger and thumb. I watched my cock enter Sarah again slowly as her hips rose up to receive it. Then again I pulled out and I could see the length of my cock glistening with her juices, and I was struck more strongly than ever by what I was doing. Those were my daughter's cunt juices, I was fucking my daughter, she was the hot little babe lying beneath me with her legs spread wide, her pussy open, urging me on, saying, "Oh god, that's good, give me more, give me more." I had forgotten that one of my daughter's many attributes was her filthy mouth, but at this point I was reminded, as it clicked into full gear. "God yes, that's it, fuck me hard." She looked up at me, looking me straight in the eye as she said, "Stick your big cock in me, Daddy, slam my pussy hard." I slammed her pussy hard, and then harder, as her legs came up around my waist to urge me on, and we built up an ever-faster rhythm. My hips drove down into her faster and harder, as every stroke was punctuated by more cries and obscenities from Sarah, and she kept urging me to fuck her harder, fuck her faster, fuck her harder. My cock was driving in and out of her now at a lightning pace, and our hips were smashing together. Sarah had given up her chatter and now was just panting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." with each stroke. As she neared her climax, Sarah pulled me down on top of her, her arms clinging tightly to my back, and her nails digging in, as her legs wrapped me more tightly and her hips drove up at mine. Then the waves washed over her, and Sarah yelled in ecstasy as her whole body tightened, then collapsed, and I shot my sperm deep into her body. "Omigod, Daddy, that was so good," Sarah said when we had both recovered to the point that speech was possible. She paused, then asked tentatively, "Do you think we can do it again tomorrow?" "How about right now?" "Huh? Do you think you can? I mean," she said, flustered, "I don't mean... " "That's okay," I laughed. "Let's go inside, and this time we can take our time about it." Having crossed the Rubicon, I felt almost relieved. Now that I was clearly, no-equivocation-about-it, fucking my daughter, there was no longer the nagging should I, shouldn't I, will I, when will I, that had been in the back of my mind for months. Even fucking her as Tom O'Malley had not substantially changed the debate. But now it was over. Whether I should or shouldn't, I had, and I would again. And again. Sarah picked up the two little scraps of cloth that constituted her swimsuit, then walked into the house, with me following, enjoying the sight of her beautiful butt, her long, strong legs, and the soft taper of her back from the fairly broad shoulders to her narrow waist. When we were in her bedroom, Sarah turned around to me and my breath caught at the beauty of her body. The big breasts sticking straight out with the strength and arrogance of youth, the perfect skin, the light tan, the slender legs, the lovely face. Most important of all, the way it all went together, the perfect proportionality of it all. She grinned at me and said, happily, wonderingly, "Wow, incest! I fucked my father, how cool!" Then the expression on her face turned more serious as she stepped close to me. "Daddy," she said, "this isn't going to be just once, is it?" I said no, of course (has any man ever answered "yes" to this question?). She kissed me then, very softly, just a light brushing of the lips, with her mouth open, but no tongue. "Good," she said as she drew away from me, "because this is fun, but I want more. I want to be your lover." Then she kissed me again, the kiss starting the same way, but deepening, as she pressed that perfect body against my somewhat less-perfect one, then began groping me, her hands rubbing my back. My hands were equally busy, starting on her back but quickly working down to her round, firm ass. Well, we fucked again then, slowly this time. And that night, after Chris had gone to sleep, I crept out of our bed and into my daughter's, where twice more I filled her pussy with my sperm. As the sun rose, I awakened her and had her again, then kissed her good-bye as I slipped out of her bed to return to my wife's side "I love you sweetheart," I said at the door. "I love you, Daddy," she replied. As I closed the door, I instructed Reward to make her forget all about it. Late that morning, therefore, when Sarah awoke, it was with the memory that her latest effort, though it had received a positive response (I didn't want to discourage her), had not succeeded in seducing me. She needed to keep trying. So, every time the opportunity presented itself, Sarah would try to seduce me, and I would succumb to her blandishments. Then Reward would make her forget, and the cycle would repeat itself. I found this a rather fun game, since I had, over the next few weeks, the joy of first-time sex with my daughter at least ten times. However, like any game, when endlessly repeated, with only minor variations, it became boring. Having the ability to have unlimited sex with an unlimited number of women had driven home for me an ancient lesson: A relationship founded only on sex can't last. In my relationships with, for example, Beth and Ashley, we were friends as well as lovers. In many other one-time or short-term relationships, all that was involved was rutting. My wife, on the other hand... Oh well, I don't want to even discuss that at the moment. Although Sarah and I had the huge bond of father and daughter, it was not a strong bond any more, having been frayed by my recent insights into her character. Therefore, I found that I couldn't build the sexual relationship into anything stronger, and the sexual by itself wasn't enough to survive. So I was tired of being endlessly seduced by Sarah and didn't want to make it a long-term affair. It was time, then, to end the game. But before I did, I decided to have a little more fun with it, by reversing roles. It was about 10:30 when Sarah came home that night, after being out with friends. Thomas was in bed, Chris was in the kitchen making herself a snack and getting ready for bed. I was watching a black and white war movie on AMC (I'm a fan of old movies). Sarah came in, had a brief discussion with her mother, and then came into the family room. Given that her mother was awake, she didn't make one of her seduce-dad moves, but just sat down next to me on the sofa and idly asked me what I was watching. I had decided, as mentioned above, to play one more round of the game, but I hadn't given any thought to what I was going to do. Suddenly I had an inspiration. With a flick of my mind (so to speak), the movie changed from WWII-hold-the-island-against-the-jap-bastards to WWII-soldier-at-home-on-short-leave-says-goodbye-to-girlfriend. "I don't know the name of it," I said truthfully, "I just turned in on." Sarah generally doesn't care much about any movie made more than fifteen minutes ago and probably would have left the room after a good-night kiss, but at this moment the young lovers embraced passionately and locked lips in a kiss that would have fried the good folks at the Hays Office in 1942. "Wow," she said appreciatively, "I didn't know that was allowed back then." "People have been kissing for centuries." Sarah giggled. "You know what I mean -- I thought they didn't kiss like that in movies." At that moment, her eyes grew larger as the soldier, who had just announced he was leaving for parts unknown the next day, was led into the bedroom by his girlfriend. There they renewed their embrace, the camera following his hand as it swept down her back to cup her asscheek, then showing his other hand squeezing the girl's breast as she moaned in pleasure. "Geez," Sarah whispered, beginning to squirm uncomfortably, her bare legs pressing hard against each other, as the couple on the TV screen tumbled onto the bed, the soldier pulling open the girl's blouse and beginning to suck on her breast. Sarah's hand went unconsciously to her own breast and her cutoff-clad buttocks wriggled on the sofa as the soldier's free hand began to slide into his girlfriend's pants. "Getting hot, honey?" I asked solicitously. "Daddy, what is this?" "Just an old movie," I answered, putting my hand on her knee. "It looks like you need some help from your dad," I added, putting my other hand on one of her breasts, drawing a gasp of surprise that was stifled when I covered her mouth with mine and filled it with my tongue. I squeezed her big breast, feeling the erect nipple through her t-shirt, then began to push her down on the sofa. She squirmed free. "Daddy, no, don't," she hissed, "mommy's in the kitchen." I pushed her down again. "She won't care," I whispered in Sarah's ear between kisses and licks. "She doesn't like to fuck." "Daddy, we can't," Sarah said, trying half-heartedly to break free again. She was terribly aroused, and this was something she'd been seeking, but the situation nonetheless frightened her. "Yes, we can." "But, daddy..." she began again, being interrupted when Chris walked into the family room to let us know she was going to bed. I had instructed Reward to bring her to us. "What are you two doing?" she asked, more in surprise than anger. Sarah sat bolt upright, "Mommy, I..." she stammered. "Sarah's been teasing me with this hot little body for weeks," I explained calmly, "so tonight I decided to give her what she's been asking for." "Well, that's okay, I guess," Chris answered. "At least if you're getting it from her, you'll leave me alone." She gave me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, then kissed Sarah and said, "Don't be up too late, sweetie, you've got a lot to do tomorrow." Then she left the room adding, "If you guys make a mess, I expect you to clean it up." Sarah, of course, was totally confused by this, but before she could react, I had her t-shirt up to her neck and the cup of the bra pulled down to expose one of her delightful breasts, on which I promptly clamped my mouth. Her naturally sensitive nipples, enhanced by Reward, sprang to life. "Daddy, what's happening?" she asked. "Sarah, you've been trying to seduce me for weeks. You're not a tease, are you?" "No, Daddy, but... " she began, then felt my hand begin to stroke the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thigh, up to the crease where her thigh merged into her crotch. Her voice caught and she couldn't go on as the suction increased on her nipple and my hand continued to stroke her sensitive flesh. Sarah's head lolled back on the sofa and her breathing sped up as her legs spread wide to give my hand more room to reach the target now offered. But I didn't immediately attack her pussy. My hand continued to stroke Sarah's thighs, reveling in the feel of the soft flesh. As it moved slowly up and down her leg, Sarah involuntarily moved her legs wider and wider apart, pushing her pelvis up to meet my hand, urging it into her pussy. Finally, she began to beg me, "Please, Daddy, touch my pussy. Please touch me there." Instead of opening her jeans though, I opened mine. Sarah looked at me quickly, but immediately understood, and turned around on the couch to take my cock in her mouth. She lay on her belly, as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I twisted around to lie beside her and unbuttoned her cutoffs. They were hard to get off her, since they were so tight on her curvy body, but she helped by wriggling her ass. I enjoyed watching the wriggling so much that I probably didn't help as much as I should have with removing the jeans. Then came the panties, frilly little blue things, and then my daughter's pussy was before me. She raised a leg to give me better access, causing the pussy lips to open slightly, showing a glistening of moisture. I quickly had a finger, then two, in her vagina. They soon were moving at a good pace, and a thumb began to work on her clit. Sarah responded, her hips shoving back at my hand. I then began licking her cunt, moving my hand to her ass, where a finger slowly began working its way into Sarah's virgin ass. When first I touched the pucker of her ass, there was a gasp from Sarah, as she gave up my cock from her mouth for just a second, but then she was back to sucking me harder than ever, fondling my balls and stroking my cock. I had had Reward heighten Sarah's every sense (and she was naturally hot), so it was no surprise when I could feel her readying to climax. Knowing she was nearly there, I stuck my tongue deeper into her cunt, pushed my finger all the way into her ass, and brought my other hand into action on her clit. I was lucky she didn't bite my cock off, as she went momentarily rigid, then relaxed with a massive whining sigh. I gave her a moment to recover, then turned around and kissed her lightly on her eyes and forehead. "Did you like it, baby?" She just smiled softly for a moment, then nodded her head. "It was so good, Daddy. So good." Then she saw that I was above her on all fours, and she silently spread her legs to invite me in. I lowered myself, and her hand guided me into her pussy. "Fuck me," she said. "I want you in me." I was in her, but not for long. I was so hot that I began thrusting as hard as I could immediately upon entering her. Sarah had just had an orgasm, but was soon as hot as I was, and in just a few moments, her legs were high in the air, and she was screaming obscenities as she pushed her pussy at my cock. I was having just as much fun, though a good bit more quietly, as I shot her pussy full of sperm. When we had recovered, I used our t-shirts to clean the juices off the sofa (I didn't want us getting into trouble with Chris), and we went off to Sarah's room, where we fucked the rest of the night. ------- Chapter 41: How I Spent My Summer - Part 3: July Fourth When I woke up the next morning, it was in Sarah's bed. Sarah, the bed, and I were all covered with the detritus of a busy, busy night. I don't know how many times I had fucked my daughter, but by the looks of the scene, it had been plenty. I was still sorting out the events of the previous night, with a nagging suspicion that I'd forgotten something important, and Sarah was just stirring, when the door opened and my wife stuck her head in. She wrinkled her nose, saying, "Geez, it looks like a brothel in here -- smells like it, too. If you two want any breakfast, you'd better get up now." Damn, that was it -- I'd fallen asleep and forgotten to change everybody back to normal. I was about to do so, when it struck me that there'd be no harm in waiting a little longer and seeing what happened. When Sarah had seen her mother's head poke in the door, she had immediately tried to cover herself, a look of panic on her face. She still couldn't absorb the idea that her mother didn't give a damn if she and I had sex. We both knew, however, that we'd be in trouble if we were late to breakfast, so I slipped my pants on quickly, while Sarah grabbed a robe, and we hurried out to the kitchen. Thomas was just finishing his daily dose of UltraSugarO's or whatever disgusting goo he was currently hooked on, and paid no attention to the fact that his father and his sister came to the breakfast table covered in each other's bodily secretions. Of course, Thomas was at an age where he took little notice of anything that didn't immediately and directly affect him. Chris put bowls of steaming oatmeal in front of Sarah and me, and we all settled down to eat. As we finished, and as Thomas ran outside, neatly avoiding any clean-up duties, Chris reminded me that she and Sarah were planning to go shopping and hit all the holiday sales. "The way you two look," she addressed herself to Sarah, "you must have gotten him into a really good mood -- at least he won't complain when we spend the family fortune," she said with a laugh. Sarah gulped again guiltily at the mention of our activities, but relaxed at her mother's smile. "Tell you what, though," I replied, "one more never hurts, just to make sure." I reached over and caressed Sarah's back, patting her butt. "For heaven's sake, Tom," Chris replied, genuinely exasperated, "don't you ever stop?" She picked up a couple dishes, preparatory to taking them to the sink. I picked up mine and Sarah's, and Chris took them from me. "I'll clean up in here. Sarah you go fuck your father so we can shop in peace. And then take a shower, you both smell like hell." Sarah was adapting to the idea that her mother wasn't upset about what was going on, and here she was even talking about using sex as a way to get what they wanted out of me. That of course was right up Sarah's alley, and she decided that it might be a good opportunity to broach her favorite topic. "You know," she began, "if plain old sex will cover a shopping trip, do you guys suppose some anal might do for a car?" The rattle of the dishes told me Chris's reaction, so I remained silent. "Are you talking about having anal sex, young lady?" Sarah was clearly taken aback. Everything had veen going so well, but the tone of her mother's voice and the use of the term 'young lady' were clear evidence that things had turned. She hesitated, then stammered, "I, uh, just thought, uh..." "Well, think again," Chris said. "It's wrong and it's unsafe. That's how AIDS gets spread. I don't want you ever doing it -- with anybody." "But Ashley does it with her boyfriend." "I'm disappointed to hear that. I always thought Ashley was a very nice girl, and I thought she was smarter than that. But I don't care what she does -- I'm talking about you. And besides, you're not getting any kind of a fancy car. We've told you that already, and your father and I are totally agreed on it." Relations between Chris and I might not have been at their best, but we still communicated pretty well regarding the kids, and we were still pretty much on the same wavelength where they were concerned. Certainly we were in agreement on the car issue, as Chris had just let Sarah know -- there was to be no luxury car for Sarah, but we had discussed the possibility of buying her a good used car if we came across one. "It's a very nice ass," I put it softly, just to stir the pot a bit. "Don't get me started, Tom. Now you two fuck and get cleaned up. Sarah, we've got a lot to do -- Neiman's ad has tons of good stuff." A shocked look had come over Sarah's face. She realized now that she had seriously miscalculated. First, in bringing up anal sex in front of her mother, but more importantly in her strategy of trying to get a car by sucking up (literally) to me. She had forgotten that her mother held veto power. Thus her entire campaign had been a waste, and the night of wild sex we had just spent had gained her nothing but a bunch of orgasms -- a worthy goal, of course, but not at all what she had had in mind. Chris busied herself with the breakfast dishes, while Sarah sat in stunned silence contemplating the collapse of her plans. I watched her with amusement and a little sympathy. I've mentioned that I've come to not like much my daughter's materialistic, manipulative ways, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for her at this moment. She really had thought she had it all figured out, and her face was a study in disillusionment. I completed her black mood by interrupting her thoughts. "Sarah, about that fuck -- we'd better get going if you two are going to be at the store before all the most expensive stuff is taken." Sarah, of course, had lost interest in sex with me, but I wasn't going to let her out of it just yet. Chris then chimed in with, "Yeah, you guys better get it in gear." "Why don't we just do it here, Sarah?" I suggested, taking her hand and guiding her into a position leaning over the kitchen table. "Just bend over and I'll do you from behind." As she bent over, I lifted her robe, adding, "Sorry about no foreplay, but we really only have time for a quickie." Then to Chris I commented, "It really is a beautiful ass -- see?" "Sarah's a very pretty girl," her mother said. "I'm sure her butt is as pretty as the rest of her, but I haven't got time and neither do you -- just fuck her and be done with it." I scooted Sarah's feet apart with my foot, stepped up behind her, taking in again that lovely ass and the pretty pink cuntlips that peeped out beneath it, and then slid my cock between the lips and into Sarah's pussy (after briefly considering doing her ass, but letting discretion rule). It was the last time I'd be fucking my daughter; as I mentioned, I planned on ending the game because the novelty had worn off. But she really did have a delightful pussy and a magnificent body, and when she was into fucking, she was a dynamo. At this moment, however, she was definitely not into it. Sarah barely moved at all as I stroked into her, and fucking her was barely as good as a mediocre jack-off. I told Reward, therefore, to get her turned on, and gradually she began to move with me. Then I decided to have a little more fun -- as she began groaning with her increasing lust, I remembered her filthy mouth, and I told Reward to turn the dial up all the way. Immediately, I heard a gasp from Sarah as the currents passed through her. "Oh shit," she shouted. "Oh goddamn fuckin' shit, fuck shit, fuck me goddamn it, fuck my pussy, fuck me, shit fuck me!" I think that's most of it - I may not have it in the right order, but you get the idea. Chris's jaw dropped as she heard it, but if Sarah noticed, she didn't care -- she was going wild with the passions coursing through her, and she continued to scream. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me! I want your big cock in my pussy, slam my pussy, stick it in me, fuck me goddamn it!" I picked her up and put her on the table, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to play with her big tits as I stroked into her. "Yeah, that's it, daddy, fuck your little girl. Squeeze my tits, daddy -- they're big, aren't they? The boys really like to play with my tits. Squeeze them, daddy. Stick your big cock in my cunt. I like it like this, daddy, 'cause I can see your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Look at all those juices, daddy. That's 'cause I'm hot for you. I like the way you're fucking me. Do it harder." Chris just stared, stunned at what she saw and heard. I stroked into our daughter harder now, making the table creak, and Sarah's chatter became even more incoherent, just an endless stream of fuck, shit, pussy, cock, tit, and every other obscenity and profanity she'd ever heard. Faster and harder I slammed into Sarah's pussy, and louder and more obscene became Sarah's shouts, until at last she just screamed the single word "fuck" in a long, loud wail as her body convulsed. I slammed her several more times as she came, pulling my cock out to splash a huge load of sperm over her belly and breasts. I fell into a chair and Sarah lay exhausted on the table as Chris silently left the room. Chris didn't say anything more that morning, and as soon as she and Sarah had left for the mall, I wiped clean their memories of the events. The sales were for Fourth of July, and Chris and Sarah were going there in part as an excuse to avoid going to the agency's annual picnic. Sarah had reached an age where family things were an unbearable burden, and Chris's growing distance from me had moved her to grasping any excuse to stay away from such things -- so Thomas and I would be going alone. Well, not quite alone. I had forgotten that Sharon, as a former employee of the agency, remembered the picnic (I had fucked her in the club manager's office at the previous one, you may recall). Luckily, she had little interest in going, but had suggested I take the girls. I probably could have gotten out of it, but I decided to deal with it simply by cloning myself. I'd take Thomas, while my clone took Cassie and Little Bit and then disappeared once he got there. I knew the kids would meet up, but I just put a control on them not to talk about me with each other, so nobody would find out about my double (to say nothing of triple and quadruple) lives. Things worked out pretty much as planned, and the kids had a great time. The three of them of course knew each other from the previous picnic and seemed to get along well together. As I mentioned when I described the picnic before, there's a tendency at events like this for older kids (those who aren't successful at weaseling their way out of coming) to gather together and separate themselves from the littler kids. Last year, Cassie had been uncertain which group to join, before uneasily attaching herself to the teenaged group. This year, it was Thomas who was uncertain, compromising, in a manner typical of him, by wandering back and forth between the two. When the kids were settled in the pool, I settled with some of the other adults at a shady table, where we chatted and tried to keep cool. Conversation, as is common at such events, was desultory and light -- mostly office gossip, nasty cracks about clients, and discussions about kids and families. Before long, one of the mothers in the group commented that she and her husband had just bought their son a used car. This being a subject, as you know, that was of much interest to me, I jumped into the conversation with questions about the type of car, the cost, the boy's reaction to it, his level of responsibility after getting it, and all the rest of the things parents worry about. After answering my questions, the woman sighed, "I wish I had known about Valley's car before we bought it." "Is Valley selling her car?" I asked. "I'm looking for something for Sarah," I added. Valerie Lee, a diminutive Chinese-American copywriter, was known as Valley Girl or Valley because of the sound of the diminutive form of her name. If she was selling her car, though I knew nothing about it, I'd be interested. Despite her nickname, Valley was the absolute opposite of a clueless Valley Girl. Precise to the point of obsession, if she owned a car, it would have had every maintenance check and oil change on the exact moment it was due. I had no doubt there was a maintenance log in the glove compartment, filled out in detail. Also, knowing Valley, the car was something "sensible". No sports cars or convertibles for Valley -- she would have researched Consumer Reports carefully before buying. "She may have already sold it," somebody answered. He called over to another table, "Hey, is Valley around? We may have a buyer for her car." Valley was around, and in a few moments somebody had tracked her down and she was there to give me a sales pitch. As often happens when selling to a co-worker or friend, she tried to undersell the car. The basic facts were, though, that it was a four year old Toyota Tercel, blue, with 65,000 miles on it, well maintained, and in good shape. The price she was asking was reasonable for such a gem. It sounded like just what I was looking for. "Do you want to see it?" I agreed that it was a good idea, though I had pretty well made up my mind, so we excused ourselves from the group and Valley led me out to the parking lot. Walking behind her, though, another series of thoughts crept into my mind. I had never paid much attention to Valley - a nice, quiet, dependable worker who never attracted much attention of any type, other than for her pleasant manner. Barely five feet tall and probably less than a hundred pounds, always dressed in something sensible, she looked much less than her mid-twenties age and, though cute, was unlikely to ever turn male heads. But in a bathing suit, even a sensible one-piece, it was hard not to notice that she was nicely built, with everything in nice proportion to her tiny frame. Walking behind her, her firm, rounded ass was like a guiding light to me. "I'm not trying to do a sales pitch or anything on you, Tom," she was saying, "but it really is a good car." She smiled back at me disarmingly. I assured her I believed her. "I wouldn't be selling it, but I just decided I wanted something a little bigger." Valley, like all our employees, had just received a nice mid-year bonus, and was doing well from our profit-sharing plan. Not surprising that even so sensible a young woman would decide to splurge and move up - maybe to a Corolla. The car looked like just what she had described. The body was spotless, as was the interior. I had Reward check the engine, and he told me it was fine. Valley had brought the keys and, after opening the car to show me the interior, asked if I wanted to take it for a ride. As she did so, she leaned into the car to clear some papers off the seat. Her ass practically jumped into my hand. Well, not quite - I put out my hand and rubbed that lovely little thing. "Mr. Mallory!" she hollered as she turned. I reached out and pulled down the straps of her swimsuit, then pulled the top down to expose two small but firm breasts. "Mr. Mallory... Tom... you can't do this." "I'm doing it, Valley. Are you aware of how pretty you are?" In spite of her anger, a flicker of pleasure showed at the compliment. Before she could return to outrage and start yelling for help, I had Reward turn her into my willing accomplice. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck, and she raised herself up on tiptoes to kiss me. "Let's go somewhere, Tom," she breathed in my ear. "Someone might see us here." I knew just the place, of course, and in a few moments Valley and I were in the club manager's office, our clothes were on the floor, and Valley was lying on the manager's desk, exactly in the same spot Sharon had occupied a year previous, with her legs spread wide, eagerly waiting for my cock to slip into her cunt. First, however, I knelt prayerfully before the desk and offered my homage to that delightful little pussy, sliding my tongue from bottom to top and then top to bottom of the slit, before focussing in on the little clit. Its head just poking out at first, a few licks had it standing proudly at attention, and her hips rocking back and forth. "Oh that's good, Tom," she whispered softly. "Please lick it for me." I did and she went on, "I love it, Tom, I love to be licked." Her hands came down on my head to guide me into the right spots, and my tongue and her hip motions moved in a steady rhythm as she built toward her climax, keeping up her soft chatter. I kept licking until I knew she was close, then added a spare tongue in her vagina, and she quickly went over the top. I kept licking softly until she began to come down from her high. When she had, she smiled up at me and asked if I wanted her to return the favor. "I'd like that," I replied, "but I think I'd come in about two seconds in your mouth. I'd rather be in that sweet little pussy of yours." She smiled again, and spread her legs wide, saying, "Be my guest," and putting out her hands to guide my cock in. My cock slid easily into Valley's very wet vagina, and I leaned over to play with her small, perfectly round tits, while starting our fucking rhythm. I pulled on the nipples, which were big and hard, and stuck out proudly. I pulled them up as far as they'd come, stretching her breasts, then rubbing the nipples between my fingers. I massaged her breasts, I kneaded them, I rubbed them, I caressed them, each action drawing another sigh or smile from Valley. "I love the way you play with my breasts," she said at last. "They're so sensitive." She also seemed to like the way my cock played with her pussy, because her hips were pushing back at mine harder and harder with each cycle, and her heels were dug into my ass, trying to spur me on. "That's good, Tom, that's what I want," she said. "But what I really want is you on top of me." I was about to climb up on the desk, when I remember the big leather couch. I'm no muscleman, but Valley was so small, I was easily able to scoop her up (okay, some help from Reward), and carry her over, still attached, to the couch. There I laid her down, with me on top, and picked up the rhythm right where we'd left off. "That was fun," she grinned up at me. "Maybe next time you can fuck me standing up." For the moment, I was fucking her lying down - and enjoying it very much. We were both well along on our quests for release by this time, and the new position allowed us to put a lot more into it. Valley's legs were around my waist again, and her heels were on my ass, pushing me into her pussy, silently urging me to go faster and harder, exactly as her voice was also urging me. "I'm almost there, Tom," she was saying. "Please get me there." Her voice was soft, expressing a deep need. "Please, Tom, just a little more, just a little more." I pushed harder, I sped up, then a little harder, and at last she came. Not an explosion, just a moment of tension, then total relaxation, her head lolling back and her eyes closing with a look of total bliss on her face. I stroked a couple more times, and then shot into her womb. We lay together for a while before I rose up and kissed her softly, then slowly pulled my cock out of her. I held her for a few minutes, then we realized we needed to get back to the party and started dressing. "Tom," she said as she pulled on her suit, "I said something about next time..." she looked up at me. "That was just a spur of the moment thing - I'm not expecting anything," she smiled. "But I wouldn't mind." I smiled too. "Neither would I." "That was the first time I've ever come with a guy." "You usually prefer girls?" She nodded. "I make occasional exceptions. If they were all like that, I'd make a lot of exceptions." She kissed me then, and we cuddled together for a long time. I loved the feel of her small, hard body against me, and the way she wrapped so easily into my arms. Then, reluctantly, we returned to the party. ------- Chapter 42: How I Spent My Summer - Part 4: Julio's Again The FuckMart thing had managed to shut up Beth for a little while about what a boring sex life I led, but inevitably she returned to the theme. She even used FuckMart as an example. "You could have fucked an android, or a sheep, forgodsake," she said late one lazy summer afternoon as we lay in bed enjoying an afterfuck conversation. "You could have done anything - it was FuckMart -- but all you did was have one little fuck with the girl next door." "A very cute girl next door," I pointed out. Beth ignored me. Now warmed up, she went on to discussing my visit to the singles bar. "A singles bar, packed with gorgeous girls, and you fuck a couple lesbians - a nice touch, I admit," she added in an aside, "-- and then walk out just when the orgy's getting started." She paused, and got serious for a moment. "You know, sometimes I don't think you like having Reward." "Absolutely untrue," I answered. "I love it. But I do have mixed feelings," I admitted. "I worry about being corrupted." Beth laughed. "I love being corrupted - it's great." She rubbed my dick. "And so do you - you just don't want to admit it. You are corrupt - damn it, you've been fucking your daughter. So why don't you just go with it? It's fun." Beth was so delightfully hedonistic -- she always brought out the best and worst in me. Talking with her, I could see myself just "going with the flow", fucking everything in sight, changing Chris into a fuckbunny who would compete with Sarah for my cock. It could be fun - for a while. But what would I do when that thrill paled, when I tired of my fuckbunny wife? But in any case, Beth probably was right that I didn't go out on the edge enough. "Too bad it's not a Friday night or something - I'd like to try one of those meat market bars," she was saying. "Also, too bad I have to drag you along to have any fun," she sneered, "since you won't let Reward help me outside." "Because I'm scared to death of what you'd do if I let you loose on the unsuspecting populace," I replied. I was very used to these barbs by now. "But it can be Friday night if we say it is," I added. The light dawned for Beth. "Of course," she said. "Shall we?" I didn't feel like driving, so I just had Reward transport us (after dressing us, of course), and almost before the words were out of Beth's mouth, we were walking in the front door of Julio's, the same bar I had visited previously. "Man," said Beth when she had surveyed the scene, "I had forgotten what these places were like." She giggled. "Look at all these people on the make -- life sure is simpler with Reward, isn't it?" I agreed. The scene was pretty much the same as the last time, more crowded and noisier, if possible, but otherwise no change. I hate crowds, and decided to thin this one out quickly. So I stood up on the bar and said, "I want all the men to leave immediately -- there are several other nice places nearby, or better yet, go home, but please leave at once." All the males in the place began to file toward the doors. This left us a bit short of bartenders, but I wasn't concerned. "Drive safely," I admonished as the crowd dispersed. "You know, Tom," Beth complained as I stepped down from the bar, "that's not very fair." "Life isn't fair," I replied. "You know that. Besides, I need you as my manager. And I have no doubt you'll figure out a way to have some fun." She was slightly, but not completely, mollified. "This better be good," she grumbled. The women in the bar, a hundred or so, maybe a couple hundred, had stood around complacently while the men filed out, with only a buzz of conversation among them concerning what might be going on. I raised my hands to get their attention. "Ladies," I addressed them when the room had pretty much quieted, "I'm going to fuck you all tonight, or," I added with a smile, "as many of you as I can." The women nodded to show they understood, so I went on. "We'll need to go about this in as orderly a manner as possible, so I suggest I start with you two," I pointed to a couple attractive brunettes standing near the bar, "and my assistant, Ms. Ralston, will choose the next lucky fuckees." I smiled at Beth, who was immediately surrounded by a group of women who wanted to be next in line. Falling into the spirit of the thing, she began to organize the group, while I stepped down off the bar, where my chosen lead-off fucks began undressing me. When my pants were down around my ankles, one of them, who had introduced herself as Marcie, dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. The other, Laurie, who was distinguished primarily by a massive set of mammaries, finished undressing me and stripped off her own clothing. She then asked me what I wanted her to do. I suggested she get down on her hands and knees so I could fuck her while Marcie stood over her, where I could lick her cunt. Marcie, who had been doing a fairly good job on my cock, enthusiastically agreed to the plan. As Laurie bent over and pulled open her cunt lips to allow me entry, I realized that I wasn't fully utilizing the potential of the situation. "Beth," I called to my busy assistant, "could you send somebody over to lick my ass?" Beth complied, sending a mousy-looking girl over, apparently feeling that good looks weren't particularly important for this job. I noted as my cock entered Laurie that Beth had very efficiently organized the women, having had Reward provide her with a whistle and a clipboard, so she could look official as she shouted out orders. (I had let her have access to Reward for this occasion, retaining editing rights on her orders to him). She had them arranged in two rows, and was moving some of the less-attractive women to the rear, while she took down vital statistics on the likelier-looking prospects. After a few strokes I found that Laurie's pussy was too loose to provide much satisfaction; I had her adjust her position so I could enter her ass. Marcie helped out by holding open the other girl's ass cheeks while I drove my cock into the puckered hole. That was much better, I decided, though Laurie grunted with discomfort as my cock struck bottom. I didn't want her unhappy, so I suggested that Beth send over another of the second-stringers to lick Laurie's cunt while I pounded on her ass. By this point it had become quite an operation. I was fucking Laurie's ass while somebody else licked her clit, and I licked Marcie's pussy while somebody else was licking my ass. It was complicated getting all the tongues, cunts, asses, and my cock moving in harmony, but we managed it, and soon I was slamming hard into Laurie's little brown hole and then sending a stream of baby juice on a suicide mission into her bowels. When I was finished shooting, I sent that group away, telling Laurie and Marcie they could use the other two as suck machines. Then I called to Beth. "I need two more over here." "Just two?" she asked "For the moment," I replied. "By the way, you might make cunt size one of the items on your checklist -- the last one was a bit roomy." Reward instantly placed one of the measurement tools Martin had used in FuckMart, and Beth, a big grin on her face, set about checking pussy sizes among the group, sending the first two who passed muster over to me. I set one of them, a slender blonde, to work cleaning Laurie's leavings off my cock, while the other, also blonde but considerably curvier, I had Reward clothe in classic stripper garb, then had her perform for me. Instantly, bump and grind music that would have been recognizable to Gypsy Rose Lee welled up through the bar's sound system, and the blonde began striking poses while slowly removing her full-length gloves. "I gotta admit it, that's pretty good, Tom," said Beth, "but why don't we have a full show?" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, admiring our stripper as she winked at me vampishly while lowering one of her gown's shoulder straps. Preferring show to tell, Beth sent five of the leading prospects up on to the bar where, dressed in g-strings and pasties, they began doing go-go routines as a back-up to the stripper. This was a good enough show that, by the time the stripper had her dress half off and the go-go girls were beginning to bend over and spread their asscheeks, I was stroking full speed into the mouth I was busy with, and sending a load of sperm down the owner's throat. As I sent her off to join the four women from the previous group, Beth asked me if I needed another. I replied that I'd take one of the go-go girls instead, climbing up on the bar and pulling the center girl, a tall redhead, down next to me. Pulling her g-string aside, revealing a trimmed ginger bush, I spread her legs and slipped my cock into her slit. Unfortunately, from this position I couldn't see the other go-go girls, but the stripper was still visible, and she smiled at me as she dropped her dress to the floor and began caressing her big breasts through her bra, then slowly opened the bra and stepped over in front of me, holding out a nipple and placing it in my mouth. I sucked her tit for a while, as I tried fucking to the rhythm of the music, but when I began to increase my own tempo, I had to let go of the breast. I slammed down hard into the cunt spread open below me, then pulled up at the last moment to spray my sperm over the woman's breasts and face. I then sent that group into retirement and called on Beth for more replacements. The stripper expressed disappointment, feeling that her performance had earned her a fuck. I had to agree that she had done her job well, and rectified the situation by giving one of the go-go girls a cock and telling her to fuck the stripper for the rest of the night. While I took a short break, I had a suggestion for Beth. "The last one was a bit dry when I entered her, you might have them warmed up a bit before you send them over." "Sorry, boss," she laughed. "Okay, ladies, you heard the man," she barked at her charges, then blasted with her whistle. "Mount those dildos!" A line of floor-mounted dildos appeared in front of the first ten or so women in the line, and each squatted over her dildo and began fucking up and down. "Nice," I said. "Glad you like it." "A suggestion, though. You could have them buttfucking on the dildos, and have someone else sucking their clits." "I guess it's true that two heads are better than one," Beth mused, while telling the women to switch holes, and bringing up another group to kneel in front of them and start sucking. "I'm surprised you haven't had anyone doing you yet," I commented as I inspected the line of women cornholing themselves, trying to choose my next partner. "You've kept me pretty busy," she replied. "There are a lot of women here -- getting them all rated, measuring their pussies and all -- it takes a long time. Also," she laughed, "I admit it's been fun - and fun watching you." "Now, though," she looked around, "I've got things organized, so maybe I can have some more interactive fun." She thought as she looked up and down the group, tapping a finger on her cheek. "I don't know whether to have somebody eat me, or to give myself a cock and fuck somebody." "Or give one of them a cock, and have her fuck you," I suggested. "Or all of the above." She laughed. "Definitely all of the above." I selected one of the women from the line-up, lifting her off the dildo and placing her in front of me, so I could enter her already well-prepared asshole doggie-style. Beth meanwhile selected two of the women, having one get on the floor to suck Beth's new cock. Beth meanwhile had Reward shift her pussy slightly southward, so that the woman behind her could fuck her in the same fashion. A woman fucking another woman's face, while being fucked in turn by another woman was something, needless to say, I had never seen before, and I slowed down my own fuck to enjoy watching. Beth was greatly enjoying her blowjob, and as the other woman entered her from behind, Beth's pleasure increased greatly. I, meanwhile, enjoyed watching the woman fucking Beth, since her sizeable breasts jiggled most delightfully as she stroked. It looked good enough that I decided to join the fun, and climbed off my partner to set myself up behind the woman fucking Beth and began buttfucking her. My previous partner was disappointed, but I allowed her to lick my ass. It was a bit complicated, with three cocks going in the group, one stroking into a mouth, another into a cunt, and the third into an ass. Once again, getting the strokes coordinated took some doing, but when we got it going right, it was great. Beth came first, not surprisingly, since she was getting fucked and blown at the same time. When she collapsed, pulling her cunt off the cock that was fucking her, I had greater freedom of action and was able to really start slamming the woman's ass. I also instructed another of the women to come give her a blowjob, increasing her excitement and making her push her ass back against me with more vigor. I could feel my sperm coming again and I slammed her ass hard, filling her butt. Simultaneously, she shot her load into the waiting mouth of the woman in front of her. Beginning to tire a bit now, I lay on the floor and had a woman get on and ride me, while Beth lay next to me and did the same. I've always enjoyed this position, since it leaves my hands free to play with my partner's breasts. Beth got double the pleasure, since her partner was able to play with her breasts too. After we had done this a couple times, adding in someone to squat over our faces so we could eat them, I announced that I had had enough. Beth agreed that it had been a full night. "Sorry, ladies, but Mr. Mallory's not going to be able to fuck any more of you tonight." This announcement was met by groans of disappointment, especially from those who had been warming up the longest. They were mollified a bit however, when Beth added that she had their names and addresses and that Mr. Mallory would be contacting some of them for follow-up sessions. Since there was still some unhappiness, I suggested to Beth that we give everybody an orgasm ten times as hard and long as the best they had ever had. She agreed that it would be a nice going away present, and the room soon was filled with shrieks of pleasure and women writhing in ecstasy, followed by sighs of contentment and an overwhelming smell of pussy juice. I thought we were done for the night. As I began to put my clothes on, though, Beth stopped me and said that she'd been holding out a special surprise for me. "I've got a real find -- a 26 year old virgin." "No shit -- I didn't know there was any such thing. Outside of convents," I amended, "and maybe not there." "No kidding, and she's not bad looking. Do you want her? She could be dessert." "Hmm, a big climax, so to speak, to our evening," I replied, eliciting a groan from Beth. "Of course I want her," I added. ------- Chapter 43: How I Spent My Summer - Part 5: Virginia Beth gestured to a girl nearby, not one of the beauties who had attracted my attention, but a quite pleasant-looking young woman. "Gee, Beth," I mocked, "if I didn't know better, I'd say you're slipping -- this is definitely a girl next door." "Correction -- a virgin next door," Beth riposted. "Otherwise you're right -- quite undistinguished." The young woman was studying us with a shy, slightly embarrassed smile as we discussed her. "She has a name, I suppose?" "She did," Beth replied, "but I decided to rename her Virginia." I asked Beth why she was here, and Beth said that Reward had told her that Virginia had come on a dare from a friend. Also, that she was impossibly shy and ill at ease with men as a result of teasing she'd taken as an ungainly adolescent, as well as advances and groping from an older cousin. I started getting uncomfortable. At the same time, the vulnerability of the young woman excited me. "Beth, I can't do this -- I really want to, but I can't." "Tom! Forgodsake," Beth expostulated. "All the stuff you've done tonight, then why not this?" "Just can't do it," I answered stubbornly, perhaps even truculently. "Shit!" Beth considered. "Then clone the damn girl and fuck the clone. Tom, I just don't understand why you insist on drawing so damn many lines." I shrugged. "It would hurt her in a way it wouldn't hurt the others, I guess." I considered. "But a clone's a good idea." Reward immediately cloned the young woman, and we sent her original home, virgo intacta. I told Reward to help her straighten out the internal conflicts that were messing her up. Then we sent all the other women home as well. That left the clone with us, her internal conflicts still there, but her virgo about to become not intacta (tacta?). "You've never had sex, Virginia?" I asked. She couldn't quite look at me, mumbling, "No, sir." "You're about to." "Yes, sir." "Do you want to have sex?" She blushed and stammered. One of the things I've always noticed is how much shy people want to be a part of the fun at parties, want to interact, but need to be dragged into things -- almost forced into having fun. She wanted sex, I knew, but she couldn't initiate anything, and would need a lot of slow pantient guidance. "You came here hoping to meet a guy, didn't you?" She nodded, her look was wistful. "What were you going to do with a guy if you met him?" "I... I don't know." "You do know, don't you?" She nodded. "I'm the guy, Virginia. This is your chance. Your last chance. What are you going to do?" The bar was once again full of people. She had stepped away from her friends, then saw me sitting at a table not far away. Our eyes met and she knew I was the one -- it was love at first sight for her. But she froze; she couldn't cross the room to talk to me. She cursed her shyness, but couldn't overcome it. Then -- miracle of miracles -- I got up from my table and walked toward her. "Hi," I said, "My name's Tom, what's yours?" Her pretty face flushed red and she gulped before telling me, her voice breaking, that her name was Virginia. I guided her through the standard meat market dialogue, as well as I could remember it, throwing in every cliched line I could think of. "Come here often?" "Uh, well, no." "What's your sign?" "Gee, Virgo, I think." I threw that bit in for Beth's amusement, and was gratified to get a big laugh -- sometimes I can be a bit of a ham. We talked for several minutes, which she thought was hours, as she fell steadily deeper in love. This man was everything she'd ever dreamed of -- and she had dreamed a lot. He agreed with her on every issue, shared every interest, was so smart, so accomplished. This was her big chance for love, her only chance. And then it was the moment she had hoped for and feared, dreamed about and dreaded. After they had agreed that this place was awfully crowded and noisy, he had suggested that maybe he could take her home, or perhaps she'd like to go to his place first for just one last drink? He looked at her hopefully. She wanted so badly to say yes, but did she dare? And then, somehow, from somewhere, came the courage to croak out the words: "Yes," she said hesitantly, "that would be nice." Then she explained that she had to tell her roommate she'd be leaving without her. She crossed the crowded room to talk to her roommate and best friend, Lindi, to tell her she'd met a guy, and... Lindi of course was pleased (also shocked) -- she hadn't really expected this experiment to work when she had pressured and teased and threatened Virginia into accompanying her here. When Virginia pointed out the guy, Lindi thought he looked a little old, but she wasn't about to comment -- anybody who could get her friend out of her shell was okay. She quickly agreed to stay away until late, suggesting that Virginia would be better off taking the guy to their place rather than going to his. The two giggled as Lindi wished her good luck. When Virginia returned and said she was ready to leave, I suggested we take my car. I didn't have one, but of course it didn't matter, since we were immediately transported by Rewardmobile to a copy of Virginia's apartment, where Beth sat quietly in a corner, invisible to Virginia. While Virginia was in the kitchen, getting us coffee, Beth commented that she may have made a mistake. "I've gotten you to be a bit more kinky tonight and really use your powers, but then I serve up another of your little sweetheart types for dessert." "True," I agreed, "but deflowering a virgin is always an interesting experience." "I know, but this one is so innocent it's sickening -- she makes that one from the mall look like Suzi the Slut." "What do you suggest?" "Why don't you rape her?" "Beth!" "Oh c'mon, she's a clone," Beth replied. "It's not like you're raping a real person." I pointed out that real person or not, I just don't like rape (to put it mildly) or violence in general. I don't even like violent movies. At that moment, Virginia, smiling but clearly nervous, came back into the living room, carrying two coffee cups. Virginia put the cups down, nervously spilling some of the contents. Flustered, she returned to the kitchen for a towel to wipe up the mess. "Well, at least push her a little," said Beth, "make her go faster than she wants. Do something." I promised to do something as Virginia returned. After cleaning the spill, she settled onto the couch, rather farther from me than circumstances would normally dictate. We sipped our coffee and conversed lightly for a few minutes, as Virginia relaxed just a little. Then I put down my cup and moved a bit closer to her. "You know," I said teasingly, "you don't have to sit quite so far away. I'm not dangerous." She smiled shyly and moved closer, and I put an arm around her. She settled in closely to me. "Tom, I have something to tell you." I waited. "I've never... done this with a guy." I played dumb."You mean meet a guy in a bar?" "I mean... anything," she answered falteringly. "You're a virgin?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. She blushed and nodded. I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, lightly. "What do you want to do?" She kissed me, slightly harder, tentatively opening her lips. Then she leaned against my shoulder. "I," she paused, "I really like you." Technically, I suppose, that was not an answer to my question. But in reality, it was a cautious approval to advance. A yellow light, with perhaps slight tinges of green. I leaned over to kiss her again, putting my hand on her waist. She looked nervously at it, wondering whether it was about to move up, or maybe even down, and what she should do about it if it did. She thought, then accepted its presence. "Why don't we just let things happen?" I said, as I kissed her deeply and my hand moved slowly upward to cup her breast. Her mouth opened, and I could feel rather than hear the sigh as my hand closed around her breast, squeezing softly, then caressing, then squeezing again. When our kiss ended, through a need for air, she nestled tightly against me, and rested her head on my shoulder as I continued to play with her breast. When I began to unbutton her blouse, she spoke at last. "Tom?" "Yes?" "Should we, uh, go to the bedroom?" We, uh, went to the bedroom. Virginia softly took my hand to lead me the few steps to her room in the small two-bedroom apartment. Her hand was slightly moist with tension, perhaps anticipation. The little room was a classic single woman's bedroom, overdecorated, crowded, the main feature the queen-sized bed with the standard frilly coverlet. The only difference was the pictures tacked on the wall. There were the usual pictures of family, high school and college yearbook photos, lots of group-outing pictures -- but no boyfriends, no pictures of a happy couple at a restaurant or an amusement park. I could feel her body tighten again at the sight of the bed, a reminder of what she was about to do. I folded her in my arms and kissed her cheek and forehead repeatedly, then lowered her slowly to the bed while telling her, "Take your time, Virginia. You can tell me to slow down any time you want, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You don't have to do anything." She smiled then, feeling comfortable as she lay on the frilly bed. "Thanks, Tom. I'm glad you said that -- but I want to..." Her voice trailed off. She left it there -- she couldn't, of course, say that what she wanted to do. But we both knew, and when I kissed her and again touched her breast she pressed herself into me with an urgency that spoke of desires denied for a decade and more. After a moment she pulled herself softly away from me and settled against the pillow, looking up at me expectantly. I knew I could expect little initiative from my partner -- her body language said that her participation was to be entirely passive. That was fine with me, and exactly what I expected. I kissed her lips and once again began to unbutton her silk blouse. I had done the first button back in the living room. Now I looked down at Virginia and saw that she was watching my hand as it slowly undid each button. She smiled up at me, proudly, as though she had accomplished some feat, when I was done. I was puzzled by the expression until I realized that she had accomplished something -- she had overcome her fears at this first big step. I kissed her again, and whispered encouragement. "Are you okay?" I asked softly as I lifted away the fabric to expose her conservative white bra. She nodded as I touched one breast and kissed the top, exposed portion of the other. Then I kissed up her neck to her ears as my hand reached behind to find the hooks of the bra. I considered fumbling with it, to see if Virginia would help me out, but decided I'd better do everything myself. When I had loosened the bra, I didn't immediately remove it, again kissing Virginia. I felt that each step with her had to be taken slowly, and that she had to be given a moment to get used to that step before I could go on to the next. After a moment's pause, I slowly slid my hand under the bra and gently touched her breast. Gradually my hand enveloped the breast -- it was just exactly a handful. Virginia mewled softly as my fingers for the first time touched her small nipple, and again as they brushed across it and as I rubbed the nipple, beginning to stiffen and enlarge, between my thumb and forefinger. She spoke then, for the first time in a while. "I like that, Tom," was all she said. Encouraged, I lifted the bra away, and gently kissed the nipple. The sigh of pleasure I heard was my signal to continue, and I licked at the nipple, then spread my lips around it and sucked gently. Meanwhile my hand was busy, massaging the other breast, then slowly moving downward to stroke across her soft belly. Virginia was nearly totally limp now, just lying back and accepting whatever I did, enjoying finally letting her passions rule her body. I still didn't want to move so quickly that I frightened her, but I knew I could go a little faster. As I sucked harder on her breast, I could feel her nipple grow, and as it grew, my tongue licked across to encourage it further. At the same time, my hand gradually slid under the waistband of her pants and touched the soft flesh of her lower belly. Virginia tensed at that movement and I backed off, moving my hand back near her waist, and releasing her nipple to kiss her lips and look into her eyes for a signal. She raised herself up on her elbows, and I thought for a moment she had lost her nerve. But instead she silently removed her blouse and bra, then reached down to unbutton her pants. "Take them off," she said quietly, smiling shyly, but again with a hint of victory in her eyes. I pulled the pants over her hips and then down her long slender legs. When she had kicked away her shoes and the pants were off, I looked at her. She blushed under my gaze, but smiled when I said appreciatively, "You're beautiful, you know." "That's not true," she said, blushing, but pleased. It probably wasn't, quite. But it was close enough. Her body was not perfection, but few are. She was pretty, her body was proportional, and as a package, she was very nice. I lay beside her on the pillow and we kissed and cuddled for a while, before my hands began to roam again, my lips moving downward slowly from her lips, kissing down her neck until again they locked on her nipple. Now the little points were fully erect and seemed to throb as my tongue flicked across them. Her breathing deepened as my hand moved down her belly and touched the waist of her panties. I moved my hand past her pussy for now, getting a little whimper of protest. Instead I stroked her thighs, first on the outside, then slowly moving to the inside, and then, even more slowly, moving upward. Her hips rose involuntarily in anticipation as my hand neared the crotch of her panties, but I paused for a moment to tease her, staying just at the top of her thighs for a moment, hearing her whimper again, near to begging for my touch, before I gave it to her. When at last my finger touched her panties, she twitched as though physically shocked. Her crotch was thoroughly wet, and I knew she was ready. I damn sure was. I released her breast and moved up next to her to kiss her lips, as my hands began to remove her panties. She hesitated for just a second before raising her hips to let me take away her last line of defense. She was completely nude now, and she knew she had passed the point of no return. As I kissed her, my fingers massaged her crotch, then one slowly slid between the lips and entered her. I considered eating her, but decided that she might find that harder to do at this point than fucking. Besides, I was hot. As I played with her pussy, her legs gradually spread, and when my fingers touched her clit, she gasped in pleasure and her hips began to move slowly up and down in the age-old fucking pattern. Then a finger entered her vagina, and again her breath caught -- there I was, finally, at the door. There was no hymen as far as I could tell, gone through masturbation perhaps, but the hole was very tight and, though also very wet, was difficult for even one finger to enter. But enter it did, very slowly, as Virginia took in her breath, sucking it in gradually, just as the finger gradually entered her hole. Then, as the finger began a gentle fucking motion, accompanied by a thumb on her clit and matched by the motion of her hips, I kissed her and asked, "Are you okay?" She opened her eyes to nod, then said, "I'm ready, Tom." I lifted myself up over her and her legs opened to accept me. As I supported myself on my elbows over her, my cock just touching near her pussy, we kissed again and then she asked, "Will it hurt?" "Not too much," I assured her. "I'll go slow, and you tell me if I need to stop." She nodded, though her eyes were still frightened. I knew she couldn't touch my cock at this point, but I managed to get my cock in on my own, and gradually began to press forward into her. There was no hymen, as I mentioned, but still I had to go very slowly -- this pussy had barely accepted a finger moments before, now it was stretching wide for my cock. Virginia made no complaint, however, though once or twice her lips twitched with a bit of discomfort. After a few moments I was all the way in, my cock squeezed tight in its sheath. I stopped then to let her adjust, and told her I was all the way in. She looked up at me proudly, and I asked her how it felt. "It's great," she smiled. "It hurt just a little bit, but now it feels really nice." "Think you might do this again?" I asked with a smile. She nodded. "I hope we do it a lot." We kissed again as my hips pulled back and then slowly forward again. Several more times I pulled out slowly and came back slowly. Finally, I could feel her legs pull farther apart and her hips press up at me, and I began to speed up my strokes. Slowly, gradually, I built up speed and her hips responded, matching my strokes. Her arms wrapped around my back and pulled me to her as she fucked harder and faster. She whispered in my ear, "More." Just the single word, then she repeated it. "More." I gave her more, raising myself up to pound down harder into her pussy, as she kept repeating just the single word. "More," she said, a little louder, as I picked up the pace. Then, "More," louder still as I pounded hard down into her pussy and she drove her hips back up at me, her hips demanding more, just as her mouth did. "More!" she shouted finally, as I began driving down into her hard and fast, a rapid-fire succession of thrusts. "More! More! More!" she chanted, as my final thrusts began, and finally just one long scream of "More!" as she felt her orgasm wash over her, and as she felt sperm for the first time enter her womb. Then we lay together, enjoying the afterglow. Virginia sighed with a bit of unhappiness as I slowly pulled out of her and got off. I kissed her and asked, laughing, "Don't want to give it up?" She laughed too. "No," she answered frankly. "I'd like to lay together like that forever." Beth cleared her throat, reminding me that I had promised her something more than a romantic seduction. Virginia then smiled at me happily and asked, "What do we do next?" "Roll over," I answered, "I'm going to fuck you in the butt." "Huh?" She wasn't sure she had heard right. "I said to turn over so I can fuck your ass." "Tom!" "Shut up, bitch, and do as you're told," I snarled. I grabbed a shoulder and pushed her face down on the bed. "Tom, I don't like this," she cried. "I don't care what you like, bitch -- I like fucking sluts in the ass." She tried to struggle, but Reward pinned her arms to the bed as though they were held by powerful hands, and I pulled her legs apart to open her ass. "Tom, this isn't nice," she wailed, rather irrelevantly. I snorted. "A slut like you, goes around picking up guys in bars and taking them home to fuck, and you want to tell me that something isn't nice?" I pulled apart her ass cheeks and looked at the brown, puckered little hole. "You've got a nice little hole, Virginia. I'm gonna love fucking it. Eventually you might like it too -- it's something sluts learn to like." I stuck a finger in the tight little hole, barely managing to squeeze it in, though Reward had lubed her generously. "Please, Tom, please don't do this." She began to cry. I stopped. I had almost been ready to rape her, but found that I couldn't do it. I had Reward connect every nerve ending in her body to her anus. She gasped with shock as the pleasure coursed over her, and her body shook as a second finger entered her slowly opening rectum. "What's that, slut, did you say you don't want me to fuck you in the ass?" Confusion drove her wild, and "yes" was followed by "no" and "please" by "please stop" in rapid succession. She didn't want to do this dirty thing, but she couldn't fight the amazing sensations that washed over her. She now feared this man who was forcing himself on her, but just a few minutes ago she loved him, and even now she loved the things he was doing to her. The tension built in her as the fingers slid in and out of her ass, and she neared an orgasm that she knew somehow would make the last one pale. Though she neared it, however, she couldn't quite get it, no matter how her ass moved with the fingers, pushing back hungrily at them. She whined and whimpered in frustration, finally saying weakly, "Please, Tom." "Please what?" "Please do it," she gasped. I waited. "Please!" she begged. Still nothing. "Please fuck me," she begged. "Please fuck my ass." I positioned myself over her, and pushed my cock up against the slightly open hole. Then I slammed it forward with all my strength, ripping into her, not pausing until my cock was buried deep in her bowels and my belly rested on her ass cheeks. She shrieked in pain, but I barely paused before pulling out and driving in again, then again. The pain subsided slowly for her, as the amazing sensations took over, and soon her ass was moving with me as I slammed ruthlessly into the virgin hole again and again. I hammered down into her faster and harder as her shrieks of pain gradually turned into grunts of pleasure, and she began urging me on as she again neared her orgasm. Finally, as I felt my sperm rising in my balls, I let her have it, and she screamed insanely as I filled her ass. She tensed so hard she seemed likely to break, then collapsed limply to the frilly coverlet, and I collapsed on top of her. We lay like that a long time before I rolled off her. At last she spoke then, in a very small voice. "My god, Tom, what did you do to me?" "I fucked you," I said matter-of-factly. "Isn't that what you wanted?" The confusion was too great for her to respond. She turned her head and stared at the wall. I had Reward put her to sleep. "So how was that, Beth?" I asked my lover. "One romantic seduction, and one almost-rape." "I would have preferred a real rape, but that was fun," she replied judiciously. She looked at the sleeping young woman. "She's kind of cute, I think I'll take her home and keep her as a pet." "Do you want a leash?" I asked. Beth laughed. "Not a bad idea -- maybe." "Meanwhile," she said, putting her arms around my neck, "you've made me hot as hell. Fuck me." ------- Chapter 44: A Very Long Day With Beth -- Part 1 Summer ends eventually, even in Phoenix, though in the desert the coming of fall is a relative thing. The kids were getting ready to start back to school -- Sarah driving there in her Tercel, and none too happy about it. Chris had been happy when I told her (not quite all) about my finding the car and agreeing to buy it from Valley. Sarah was considerably less pleased when she got it. We had had to wait a few days for the car, since Valley was waiting for her new car to be delivered. When we handed the keys over to Sarah, it was clear she was quite underwhelmed. I think we might have received a "thank you" for this gift costing several thousand dollars, but I'm not sure. But then, when one is aiming for a Lexus, a Tercel might well be viewed as just barely better than nothing. "I just don't understand her sometimes," Ashley Benedict had told Tom O'Malley a few days previous as they finished their lunch at the Hard Rock (the silliness of the place annoyed Tom, but it was Ashley's favorite). "I mean, there's nothing wrong with a Tercel -- it's better than most kids have," she added. Tom knew that Ashley's parents had absolutely refused to buy her a car, telling her she was free to drive the family minivan anytime it was not otherwise occupied. He knew she wouldn't accept his giving her a car, and the one time he had even hinted at it, she had literally laughed at the idea -- pointing out, quite reasonably, that her parents would never allow it. "You know," she was going on, "there are a few rich kids at school who have really outrageous cars, and Sarah seems to think that it's some kind of a put-down that she can't have one, too." She shrugged. "So, anyway, she was really going on about it last week, and finally I got tired of hearing it -- I mean, it's been months she's been talking about cars -- she's obsessed." She took a drink of her diet coke. "So, I tell her she's acting like a spoiled brat -- I mean she really is," she looked at Tom for affirmation, and he nodded. "And anyway, she got really pissed at me, and said I was a lousy friend, and I should be helping her get her car -- like there's something I could do -- and I was selfish for not caring just because I have a rich boyfriend," she grinned at Tom. "So that was when you called her a spoiled little bitch?" Tom asked with a laugh. "Don't laugh at me," Ashley said, laughing at herself, and blushing at the same time. "Yeah. I felt kind of bad afterward, but really... well, she is spoiled," Ashley said vehemently. "She's just really greedy -- she wants everything." "Anyway, she walked out, after calling me several nasty names," she shrugged, "and then saying that she'd show me -- she'd get that car and then I'd see -- like I really care." Ashley shook her head and concluded the story that had dominated most of our lunch. "I haven't talked to her since then, and I don't think I will -- she's been really nasty ever since, she's spreading all sorts of stories." Then she laughed. "Of course, some of them are true." Ashley didn't know of course that I was all too familiar with Sarah's greed. I was most upset about her slandering Ashley among their friends -- but unfortunately I wasn't particularly surprised to hear it. I considered doing something about it, but decided to stay out of the imbroglio -- probably it would blow over, I thought. Boy, was I wrong. Sarah wasn't the only one who was unhappy this particular day -- Beth was equally upset with me, because I had absolutely forbidden her to do the back-to-school shopping for her daughter at FuckMart. We were wandering through the mall that afternoon when Beth noticed that FuckMart was advertising back-to-school specials. We had to check it out of course, and I must admit that some of the merchandise was quite good -- I particularly liked the pen and pencils sets that doubled as dildos. The signage in the department pointed out helpfully that these were excellent "training dildos" -- since their size was appropriate for the young girl just learning how to use them properly. I wasn't that concerned about the merchandise itself -- what worried me was that Beth seriously thought she could send Missy (now age nine) to school with this stuff. It was bad enough when she picked out a backpack embroidered with the slogan "I Fuck for A's". Worse than this was the lunch box covered, as usual, with pictures of popular cartoon characters and teen idols. You can guess, I'm sure, what they were doing -- Brittney Spears was getting fucked doggie-style by FuckMan, Sailor Moon was straddled over him, and Babs Bunny was fucking like, well, like a rabbit. (Being an ad guy, I must admit that my first thought on seeing this item was about how they had worked out the licensing agreements). Then Beth found school uniform blouses that were totally sheer, commenting that they'd go nicely with the peekaboo training bras with cut-outs for the nipples, which in turn could be coordinated nicely with the micro-microskirt version of the uniform and the crotchless little girl pink panties. At this point I called a halt. You'd think she was four years old and I'd taken away her favorite toy. I had no business telling her how to dress her kid; who the hell was I telling her anything about her daughter when I was fucking mine; and, anyway, why did I allow FuckMart to exist if she couldn't use it? All good points, I had to admit. This of course, was just the start of things. As we walked to the food court, she got on me on all the usual things, starting with what she viewed as my general prudishness. When she had finished complaining about this, she got back, of course, to the restrictions I had placed on her use of Reward, which she had taken to calling "house arrest". Then, after she beat me up on that for a while, she turned to a new one -- why, she asked, wouldn't I let her go to other times and places, like I was always doing? I knew this wasn't a real interest of Beth's -- it was just something to hammer me with, so I didn't treat the question very seriously. "Oh sure, I let you loose in history, and you'd probably screw Abe Lincoln's brains out so bad that he'd lose the war." She kept at it, though, and I was getting a little tired of her harassment, when I had an inspiration. The next thing Beth said was, "What the hell... ?" She looked around in confusion at her surroundings, then at herself. Her confusion was understandable, since I had taken here out of a mall in Tempe and landed her in a bamboo hut in the Mallory Empire. While doing so, she had become six inches shorter, about thirty pounds lighter, considerably browner, and about half her previous age. I introduced the new arrival to the other occupants of the hut, otherwise known as the royal palace, as a new slave, just arrived as payment for a shipment of pigs sent to a nearby island. Beth glared at me. "What is her name, Great One?" asked one of the other slaves. "Her name is Beth," I replied, receiving several giggles in reply. "What a strange name," laughed Parpar, holding our daughter, who was sucking avidly at one of her large breasts. I saw Beth's hostile glance at her and decided that I would have to have Reward put her into a more receptive frame of mind. I issued orders that he should leave Beth's basic personality in place, but make her willing to adapt to whatever should happen during our stay in the Empire. I had told Beth once that I wouldn't do any programming on her without her knowledge, but I figured I'd square this one with her later. Reward also adapted everyone else so they wouldn't hear any inappropriate comments that passed between Beth and I. So now she just looked around in wonder at the dozens of (mostly) beautiful, or at least attractive, women surrounding us, all dressed in the same skirt of palm fronds that she wore, and nothing else, except an occasional necklace or bracelet of shells or beads. "Who are you going to give her to, husband?" asked the always practical Lokni. Lokni already had six or eight slaves whom I had delegated to her, but apparently felt she could always use another. She appeared slightly disappointed when I said I thought I'd keep this one as part of my own private stock for the time being. Beth was continuing to scan my collection of wives, slaves, and concubines. (I had promoted a few of the slaves to concubine as a reward for excellent service - it didn't have quite the status of "wife", but it gave slaves something to shoot for. As a good manager, I recognized the value of incentives). "Geez, Tom," she finally said, "you've got half of them knocked up." Have you ever noticed how imprecise people are in the use of numbers? And we're worst with twos - the way we use "half" and "double" or "twice as much". "McGwire's twice as good as Sosa," we'll say, when even the most diehard fan of Big Mac would admit, if pressed, that seventy homers compared to sixty-six hardly equates to "twice". I digress, but only a bit. The point is that nowhere near half the women were pregnant. I think there were only twelve so situated at that point, or maybe fourteen, out of about fifty who were old enough. And even of the twelve or fourteen, several weren't showing yet. So Beth was exaggerating wildly. But I will concede that there was something of a population explosion going on in the royal compound. I think I mentioned a while back that I had intended to make one woman per month pregnant, so that I'd always have one at various stages. It was a good plan. The problem was that all the women wanted to be pregnant, and I had a hard time saying no. If a cute teenager, for example, were to nibble on your ear, whisper "Please put your baby in me, Great One," and lie back with her legs spread -- what would you do? I'm willing to bet that most of the people reading this (the men, at least) would, like me, knock that girl up faster than she could say "maternity benefits". Parpar, whose baby was just a few months old, was already sweetly politicking for another, and I knew I couldn't resist anything she asked for long, particularly with how much I enjoyed sucking on her big milky tits. But there were a lot of women ahead of her in line. See -- it's not as easy as you thought being The Great One. Seriously, it wasn't just a matter of the begging and wheedling -- the fact is that I love pregnant women. I love the shape of their bodies, the roundness of their bellies, the way their breasts swell with milk. And of course I love their increased passion -- pregnant women seem to get hot easier, and get hotter, and stay hot longer. I don't know any way of proving that contention, but it sure seems true to me. Mostly, though, I love their happiness. Not every pregnancy is wanted, of course -- which is a shame -- but there are few creatures on earth happier than a pregnant woman who wants to be pregnant. And, to bring things back to sex -- which is, of course, our main concern here -- happy women fuck great. However true all of the above is, though, I knew that I was letting things get out of control. If I didn't watch out, pretty soon they'd all be pregnant, and then... er, and then... hmm, there must be some reason why that would be bad. "Are you going to fuck her now, husband?" I was brought back from my thoughts by the question from one of my wives, Omgee. Comments from several others indicated that this idea had general approval. Beth looked around in surprise -- it suddenly struck her that the palace consisted of one large room. Privacy was not a major concern in our society. I gave her time to think about it, however. "No," I answered Omgee and the others. "I want you to get her ready first, and instruct her on her duties." At the moment I had other interests. I signaled to Parpar. I had noticed that our daughter had finished with her mother's big tits, falling asleep in the middle of sucking one -- something that seldom happened when it was me doing the sucking. Parpar handed the baby to her mother, Lokni, and came to me with a big smile She had good reason to smile. She knew she had risen tremendously in status by being the first to give birth. I also was really getting off on playing with those tits, which meant that she was getting more than her fair share of my huge cock. I got a real kick out of taking my daughter's place at Parpar's tits, having her come to me when she finished feeding the baby. Now I lay back on my mat, and Parpar came, straddling my belly and bending over me, holding one of her big breasts and guiding the nipple into my mouth. I licked the nipple first, picking up a few drops of milk the baby had left behind, and drawing a sigh from Parpar. Her nipples were very sensitive, and she was usually somewhat turned on when she finished nursing. I then took the nipple in my mouth and gave a couple sucks. Again Parpar reacted, then said, "You love my milk, don't you, husband?" with obvious pride. I agreed, though actually I don't that much care for the taste of it. What I like is just the sexiness of the whole situation. Parpar remained poised over me, allowing me to squeeze and knead her tits. Meanwhile I had signaled a slave to crouch behind her and begin licking her pussy and ass. While I was busy with Parpar, I noticed that Lokni, Omgee, and my other wives had sat down with Beth to instruct her on a slave's duties. Meanwhile they had another slave crawl between Beth's legs to get her pussy ready for their husband's cock. "What is a slave's role, Omgee?" asked Beth. "Is she to fill in when the wife isn't ready for the husband?" Omgee looked at her, uncomprehendingly. "A wife is always ready for her husband," she replied. "Anytime my husband even looks in my direction, my legs open for him." "A slave is here because her master wants pleasure from many women," she went on. "For some men, one woman is enough, or," she laughed, "more than enough. Some men need several women. Your master..." she paused and gestured around the room. "When you have seen your master's tool and felt it inside, you will understand." Beth was feeling the slave's tongue inside and didn't for the moment ask any more questions. Parpar meanwhile was also feeling one of her slaves tonguing her pussy, as well as enjoying feeding her husband, and was getting thoroughly aroused. So was I, and I released her tit and told her to mount me. The slave who had been working on Parpar's pussy reached down to remove my skirt. When Parpar reached between her legs to grab my cock and guide it into her pussy, Omgee gestured for her to wait a moment. Then she poked Beth, who was nearing an orgasm, and directed her attention to my monster cock, ready to slide into Parpar's waiting cunt. Beth's eyes opened wide in wonder, though I'd told her about the huge tool I used in the Empire. "It's magnificent, isn't it?" asked Omgee with proprietary pride, pleased with the effect the sight had had on her student. "A slave is very lucky to be allowed to serve such a man, and she must show gratitude by fucking him well." Whether Beth heard this advice is uncertain, since she was transfixed by the sight of my cock slowly disappearing into Parpar's well-lubricated pussy. I was enjoying the same sight, as the head of my cock slipped between the labia and I felt the warmth and wetness within, and watched as Parpar gradually lowered herself. She smiled down at me as I entered her -- even now it was not something she could easily take in one stroke, but she went slowly mostly I think because that was the way she liked it. She savored every inch, smiling blissfully as she felt herself gradually filled. When at last I was in her to the hilt, she leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips, murmuring, "It feels so good when you are in me like this." With that she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to raise her hips up, then lowered them slowly, again savoring the feeling of the huge cock pushing its way through her channel and into her womb. This position allowed me to continue playing with her big breasts, which hung down beautifully, shaking with the rise and fall of her fucking motion. I grabbed them both and squeezed, then played with the nipples, tweaking and pulling the little buttons, drawing small amounts of milk as I did. Parpar's slave was meanwhile licking her asshole, and the combined pleasures spurred her to increase her pace. The next stroke was harder, and the next harder still, then she was pumping up and down with all her strength, her hips driving down hard, slamming into me, trying to drive my cock farther into her. I was pushing up into her, then grabbed her and pulled her down to me, rolling her over onto her back, and rearing up to slam down into my young wife. "Yes!" she cried as I did, "take me hard." I took her hard, slamming down into her as her legs wrapped around me, pulling me tighter to her. I could do this only a few times, though, because my sperm was roiling up inside me, and I shot it deep into Parpar. When she felt my seed enter her, she also came, hugging me tight and whimpering as the convulsions spread through her body. Parpar and I hugged a while, then I climbed off her and stepped over to where several women were working on Beth. "Is she ready?" I asked unnecessarily, looking at the small woman writhing in ecstasy as her pussy and both tits were sucked. ------- Chapter 45: A Very Long Day With Beth -- Part 2 "I think she's ready, husband," said Omgee. Then she added dubiously, "I fingered her a bit and she's very tight." As the women moved away from their jobs to allow me access to my new slave, Beth looked up and again saw my cock, now up close. "Geez, Tom," she said, "you can't put that thing in me. It must be at least ten inches." "I guess," I smiled. "I've never measured it." Actually, I've never been sure which side of a cock you're supposed to measure. "It would split the real me open," Beth added. "In this little body, and I'm virgin..." "Don't sweat it," I said reassuringly. "Remember, Reward is with us." Nobody else heard this exchange, they just heard me telling Beth to lie back and spread her legs wide, which she was now doing. I looked down at her, Beth's personality shining out of the pretty dark eyes in the cute teenaged face. The face worried but accepting as her master approached her -- about to make her totally his. I straddled her, moving my cock toward the tiny pussy. First, though, I leaned over and kissed Beth on her lips, at first tenderly, then harder. "I love you, Beth," I whispered in her ear. "I love you too, Tom," she replied. "You know," she added, "it's kind of fun to be a virgin again, and I'm glad you're the guy getting my cherry this time." We kissed again, then my cock forced its way between her lips and seated itself at the entrance to her vagina. I paused only a second to make sure I was positioned properly, then kissed Beth deeply and drove my hips hard against her hymen. I felt rather than heard a gasp of pain as I pushed through the membrane and entered an inch or so into her tiny fuckhole. I paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you okay?" Beth winced a bit, but nodded, and said softly, "God that thing is huge -- I feel like I have an elephant trunk stuck up my cunt." "I have only just begun," I said sententiously as I pushed my cock another fraction into her, then another and another. Beth winced slightly with each push forward, but quickly adapted as her vagina was slowly filled and my cock pushed forward to her womb. At last I was all the way in and Beth said in relief (and some surprise), "I got it all?" "You got it all," I answered with a kiss, and the watching women cheered their compatriot on her accomplishment. Beth still seemed surprised, so I added, "The endless elasticity of the female pussy is one of nature's real wonders." To which Beth responded reasonably, "You are really incredibly full of shit." Then added, "But I'm getting into this tiny teenage virgin thing, so fuck me, Master." I needed no further urging, and pulled my cock out nearly its entire length, then pushed it back into Beth's pussy a little faster than before, as she sighed with the pleasure of the slow friction. Twice more I retreated and advanced slowly, making sure that the tiny cunt was ready, then Beth's arms and legs tightening around me signaled that it was time for more. Again I pulled out, this time a little faster, but then, pausing with my cock nearly out of her, I drove back into her hard and fast. Beth expelled her breath in a gasp, a mix of surprise and perhaps a bit of pain, but then pulled her legs around me still tighter and said, "That's it, Tom, give it to me." I gave it to her then, and again, and again. I slammed my cock into Beth's tiny body over and over, as hard as I could, and she lifted her hips to slam her pussy back at me, urging me on with her arms and legs entwining me, and with her words of lust, first whispered into my ear and then shouted to the world at large. The louder Beth yelled the harder I slammed into her cunt, until both her cries and my thrusts became frenzied and reached a point where they could go no further, and I thrust my hips forward one more time, driving my cock as deep inside her as I could, and delivered my sperm into her virgin womb. It took a while to come down from the high we were on, but eventually I stirred and began to pull slowly out of Beth's cunt, which still gripped tight around my cock. When she felt me leaving her, Beth grabbed me tight again, pulling me back for a kiss and to whisper, "Tom, that was the best I've ever had." I agreed with her, as I pulled out and lay beside her, and she cuddled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I gestured for a slave to clean my bloodstained cock with her mouth. "I'm glad you liked it," I added. "By the way, you're pregnant." Beth gaped at me for a moment, then laughed. "You know, I kind of like the idea, but we haven't got nine months to spend here." Then she remembered our circumstances, and said, "Wait -- what is nine months here in our time -- a couple hours?" "About that," I agreed, unwilling to do the math. "But if you want a short pregnancy, we can do that, too." I turned to the group and announced, "I want this woman to have my baby today." The women stared, uncomprehending: How could a woman have a baby the same day she had been fucked for the first time? No one would ever question The Great One, of course, but... With a dramatic gesture, I pointed at Beth's belly, and it began to grow. I paused it at about four months or so -- when the belly is just jutting slightly out. As the women murmured in wonder, I rubbed the small mound and kissed each of Beth's breasts, tipped with their small, but very erect, brown nipples. "How do you like being pregnant again?" I asked as I licked one nipple, and as the hand that had been rubbing her belly began to slide down to probe her still-dripping pussy. "I don't know," Beth replied with a laugh. "I'm hardly used to being pregnant, I'm still coming down from the fuck that made me pregnant, and here I am," she looked at her swelling belly, "what -- four months gone?" "Yeah," I replied, "and that's one of my favorite times -- the women are definitely pregnant, there's no mistaking it, but they're still mobile enough to fuck really well." "I assume you're telling me something," Beth grinned as my finger poked into her sopping pussy. "How'd you guess?" I laughed. My cock had been in the slave's mouth ever since Beth and I had finished our fuck, and had been getting hard as I stroked her mound. In a moment I had climbed on and my cock was slipping again into her no longer virgin hole. The heat and lust that drove the previous crazy fuck were abated, and now my cock slipped gently into the hole, still tight of course, but now well prepared, and we clinched tightly, hugging a long time before we began a slow, gentle fuck. This was a fuck of lovers, of two people who enjoyed being together, rather than the wild passionate ride we had had before. I pushed my cock in and pulled it out in long, gentle strokes, as Beth and I kissed and caressed each other through our lovemaking. It takes a long time to make love this way, and the ending is more likely to be a gentle sigh than a scream, but it feels just as good. This session was true to form, and when I came, I just squirted quietly into Beth, and she clenched me tight as we collapsed into each other. We then fell asleep. I don't know how long we napped, before I awoke to find myself getting a blowjob from Kanala, my several months pregnant wife. When I moved to enjoy the sight, Kanala smiling at me when she saw me awake, my movement woke Beth. Groggy from sleep, Beth asked, "I need to pee, where's the bathroom?" Then she remembered where she was as I laughed at her question and the cobwebs slowly cleared. "Oh no, Tom," she said in dismay, "I don't have to go behind a bush or something, do I?" "You're the one who wanted to go back in time." "Yeah, but I had in mind being Queen of England or something -- not being your slave on a primitive island." I called a slave over and told her to show the new girl to the facilities. They disappeared out the door. "Damn, I haven't done that since I was in college," Beth remarked when she returned a few moments later and sat beside me as Kanala cleaned up the remains of the job she had just completed. "You're right," I replied, laughing at a sudden thought, "going outside to pee is too much work." Beth looked at me questioningly, wondering what was so funny, as I gestured for Mana, a pretty 19-year-old slave, to come kneel in front of me as I stood. When she was in position, she reached for my cock, assuming I wanted a blowjob. "No," I answered, "I'm going to piss in your mouth." Her expression was the purest shock I ever recall seeing on a face, a look that was reflected in every other face in the room. Mana started to ask if she'd heard correctly, then remembered that she wasn't allowed to question any order from her master. Closing her eyes with a grimace, she obediently opened her mouth as I directed a pale yellow stream at her. The first few spurts missed the mark and bounced off her nose and cheek, making her flinch. I quickly got the range, however, and was soon right on target. Mana, of course, again flinched and grimaced when the liquid entered her mouth, but after a second her expression changed to surprise. Another second and, after initially trying to avoid doing so, she began swallowing. When the stream tapered off, she wiped the dribbles off her face, then licked her fingers, and smiled, "Thank you, Great One." Everyone looked on, dumbfounded. I smiled at Beth, who was as lost as the rest, and explained. "The other day, I was pouring pineapple juice out of a can and noticed how much it looked like piss -- so I pissed pineapple juice for her." Mana meanwhile was telling her story to everyone who could crowd close enough. Though the general consensus was that she was nuts, Dorena (my #3 wife) and a couple of the more adventurous of my slaves asked shyly if I would piss in their mouths. I told Reward to recharge my bladder, and then gave them what they wanted. My satisfied customers spread their story so well that I soon had a line of women on their knees, waiting to be pissed on (nothing can beat word of pissed-in mouth advertising). I took care of a few, then told the rest I'd give them their treats later. "Always best to leave the audience asking for more," I remarked to Beth as I sat down beside her. "You know, Tom, sometimes you can be pretty original. Weird, but original. Does it really taste like pineapple juice?" "Want to try?" She considered. "Maybe later. Could you piss me a frozen daiquiri maybe?" I winced. "It hurts to even think about that, but maybe I'll do it if you're nice to me." She snorted. "If you're thinking about fucking me again, you'd better do it quick. I'm inflating like a damned balloon." She wasn't exaggerating much. During our nap, her girth had increased considerably, and she appeared now to be in about her seventh or eighth month of pregnancy. "Well, I'm definitely thinking about fucking you again." I grinned evilly as I stroked her big belly and growing breasts, tweaking the tender nipples. "After all, you're a slave, and that's your job." She laughed and leaned over (a big job for her) to reciprocate by stroking my cock. "And I love my job." We kissed deeply, and for a long time, then I transferred my attention to her swollen breasts. These mounds, once tiny, in proportion with the tiny body Beth was occupying, had grown to fairly respectable size with their influx of milk. I couldn't get any milk at this point, but I didn't really suck that hard, nor was that my purpose. The breasts, and especially the nipples, were very sensitive, and even a little licking and gentle sucking had Beth thoroughly aroused. The nipples stood up proud and tall, and each time I licked them or nipped them lightly with my teeth it drew a gasp of pleasure from Beth. One of my hands, meanwhile, was taking turns with my lips, taking care of whichever breast was in danger of being neglected. My other hand had taken the long road around Beth's big belly, and was entering her small pussy, working its way between the lips to feel the beginning wetness within. My finger touched her clit and I felt her tense, then it worked down to her vagina. When I felt the wetness, I knew that she was close to ready, so I decided to abandon her breasts and go to work farther south. I straightened up to move between Beth's legs, taking a moment to kiss her belly while in transit, and pausing again to lick her popped-up belly-button. Then I kissed down the underside of the belly, working my way into position as Beth spread her legs apart, then raised her knees up on each side of the belly to open her pussy still wider for me. The gaping hole of her pussy, at the bottom of her big belly, looked like a small grotto at the base of a large mountain. I positioned myself at the entrance to the grotto, and pulled the lips wider open to reveal the beauties within. The inner lips were a deeply rich coral, shrouding a tiny but very erect clitoris. I licked lightly at the clit, causing it to seemingly quiver, then I pulled open the lips to reveal Beth's vagina, whose shielding hymen I had ripped away only a few hours before. The hole was damp with Beth's passion, and I could smell her excitement as I began to spear my tongue into her. It didn't take long for her to be fully aroused. Though her size made it difficult for her to move freely, still her hips were pushing up at my face, trying to fuck my tongue deeper into her vagina. I knew she was ready, and she confirmed it by saying, "C'mon, Tom, fuck me." She rolled herself over awkwardly to get on her hands and knees, her big belly almost touching the floor. Then she grinned at me and said, "I don't think you can do me except from behind." That's okay," I answered, getting in position, "because what I want this is time is your ass." "You're the master," she said. "I don't care where you put it, as long as I get that cock in me quick." I tried to put the cock in her, as quickly as possible, but her tiny virgin asshole made extreme haste impossible. I positioned the cockhead at the little puckered hole, then began pressing forward slowly. Even with Beth's full cooperation, it took a lot of pushing just to get the head of the cock past the sphincter. When it finally went in, with a pop, Beth gasped. "My god, that thing is huge! Be careful with it." I promised to go slow, and called on several slaves to help us out -- one to lick each of Beth's breast, the other to get underneath her (to the extent that was possible) and play with her pussy. With this assistance, and a lot of slow pressure, I was able to push my big cock forward until it was seated deeply into Beth's bowels. "How does it feel?" I asked when I was all the way in. She giggled. "I hate to say it, but what it feels like is the biggest turd of my life." "Not exactly an erotic image," I remarked. "Hey, who are you to talk? You're the guy who pisses in women's mouths." She had me there, so I shut up and began pulling out of her ass, my cock exposing much of the inner membrane as it came out. Then I went back in again, my cock seeming to be splitting her open as it went in. "It feels like that thing's halfway up to my chest," she said when it was again all the way in, and on the way out again. "I love it," she added. I stroked into her a couple more times from my kneeling position. Then, as her ass began to move back to meet my strokes, I stood to get a better angle, grabbed her ass cheeks, and began pushing harder into her. "That's it, Tom, harder, fuck me hard," she said. "You want my cock in your ass, slave?" She grinned back at me. This was a variation on one of our favorite games. "Yes, master, fuck me hard, fuck my little brown ass." I fucked her hard, and soon she couldn't play any more, because her lust was driving out any other thoughts. The tongues working on her tits, the fingers in her pussy, and the big cock driving hard in and out of her ass made her incapable of speech -- the only sounds she could make were tiny grunts of passion, as she steadily built to a big orgasm. I was close to my orgasm, too, and pushed faster as I got nearer, finally driving again and again in a series of short violent strokes, and then shooting my sperm far into Beth's bowels. She simultaneously found release, and cried out in ecstasy, collapsing onto the women beneath her. A couple women helped lift Beth up, saving the slaves beneath from suffocation. They placed her beside me, then one licked my cock clean while another, at my direction, licked my semen out of Beth's ass. Another couple of hours and Beth was clearly almost ready to drop (actually, she looked more like she was ready to pop, with an incredibly large belly on a very small frame). She was lying on her back -- there being no alternative -- with her belly forming a huge mound that seemed to tower several feet above the floor. I rubbed the mound appreciatively, then stroked her formerly small breasts, now stretched to the breaking point with milk. I gave each a lick and a squeeze. "Ready to do me again, slave?" I asked with a smile. "Are you nuts, Tom? I can't even move." "You don't need to," I replied, straddling her shoulders and placing my cock on her face. Giving me a somewhat exasperated look, Beth opened her mouth and took my cock in. Beth's blowjobs have always been among the best, but now, knowing that she lay beneath me, about to give birth to my child, I could barely control myself long enough to make it worthwhile. I reached behind to play with her nipples as she sucked, and she reached between my legs to play with my balls. A few minutes of sucking and a couple strokes into her throat, and I was spurting my load into the little mother-to-be. And just in the nick of time. I had barely climbed off her and had lain beside her for just a few moments holding her, kissing her, and rubbing her belly, when she began to feel the first contractions. Given the accelerated rate of her pregnancy, it will surprise nobody, I assume, that her labor lasted barely ten minutes, before the baby first appeared (many women, I'm sure, would love to have Reward in their delivery rooms). A couple minutes after that, the baby was out and the second on its way. Reward had done a little free-lancing again, and had provided us a special treat -- twin girls. Or rather, I later amended, triplets. It was a great day and, as Beth fell asleep later, after having fed two of the babies (Parpar took care of the third), she told me with a kiss how happy she was. "How could anybody imagine when they wake up in the morning that by bedtime they'd have gotten fucked, gotten pregnant, and had triplets?" "A good day's work," I agreed. "Thanks, Tom," she said sleepily. "This was fun. Weird, but fun." And then she slept. An instant later, we were back at the mall, sitting in the food court. We'd been gone less than a minute. "So what do you think of my empire?" I asked. "Actually, it's pretty much the sort of empire I would expect you to create," she answered unexpectedly. "Everybody in it is happy, even the slaves. Everybody's nice, and everybody's just a little bit kinky -- but not too much. Very much a Tom sort of world." I nodded. Not the answer I anticipated, but fair enough. "It was really fun, though." Then her face changed, and a slightly worried expression came over her. "What about the babies, Tom?" "Nothing in the Empire exists, except when I say it exists," I reminded her. We had been over this subject before. "Reward told me back at the beginning that my clones are totally real when they're in my presence, but that they don't exist outside my awareness. We can do anything you want -- do you want them to exist?" I regretted the babies now. They had been a clever idea at the time, but I hadn't been thinking. Now I realized that they complicated things greatly. Beth seemed to think so too. "I don't know, Tom," Beth replied hesitantly. "I have to think about it. In a way, I feel that they're really my children, and in another way, I just feel that they're part of a pleasant dream I had." She paused. "Maybe it's best to leave it that way. I don't know." Then she brightened, and laughed. "You know what I really resented?" I shook my head. "You told everybody you got me in a trade for pigs. Damn, I've been insulted before, but that's the worst." "It was a lot of pigs," I pointed out. She still didn't like it. "I guess it could have been chickens," I added lamely. "We don't have much else to trade." "Chickens would have been an improvement." ------- Chapter 46: Memories Of Short Creek Throughout the summer a series of events had taken place that, at the time, seemed of little significance. Taken together, they were to come to a head with some interesting consequences in the fall. Long ago, near the beginning of this story, I mentioned that Sharon had been raised in a strict Mormon family, but had become estranged from her family when she married (her first marriage) outside the faith. She hadn't spoken with some members of her family in years. After our marriage, as I came to know more about her, I began to see what a burden this was for her, and how troubled she was that her girls had little contact with their grandparents. Being the good fellow that I am, I decided to effect a reconciliation. Step number one was to become a Mormon. I didn't actually do this, but I changed the thinking of everybody concerned to think that I was. Step number two was to have our marriage sealed "for time and eternity" in the Temple. I considered having a wedding like our first one, complete with consummation at the altar, but I decided to save everybody a lot of time, trouble, and expense by just making them think they had witnessed the ceremony. Now that Sharon was, in her family's minds, properly married to a good Mormon guy, her mother called her, suggested she drop by with the kids, and soon all was peace and love. I then sat back and congratulated myself on being both so clever, and such a very kind, caring person. I didn't foresee that Sharon would take my idea in directions I hadn't anticipated, and that this would present some interesting opportunities. I should have. I had had previous experience with Sharon taking something farther than I intended. You might recall that she went from being attracted to me and seeing an affair with me as a good career move, to being in love with me and seeing marriage as an even better career move. Now Sharon took her reconciliation with her family and church, and began to move more deeply into both. Under most circumstances, I would see no problem with this. I think it's great when people are close to their families (I know -- I'm leaving myself wide open, considering my relations with Sarah, so just make your jokes and I'll keep moving along). And, although I'm not particularly religious myself, I think religion is generally a good thing for those who choose to make it a part of their lives. The only problem in Sharon's case was the nature of her family and their religion. Sharon's family, I was to learn, came from the part of the state known as the "Arizona Strip" -- the narrow strip of land north of the Grand Canyon and south of the Utah border. Originally settled by Mormon pioneers migrating southward from the Salt Lake Valley, and always cut off to some extent from governmental authority by its isolated location, the Strip had developed a peculiar nature of its own. Foremost among its peculiarities was polygamy. When Utah and the Mormon Church outlawed polygamy in the 1890s, the Strip just ignored them -- they weren't in Utah, and they felt the Mormon leadership had sold out their beliefs in order to get admitted as a state (a belief that wasn't without foundation). For the next fifty-plus years the insular little communities of the Strip mostly went their own way. Most Arizonans were totally unaware of them -- they had little contact and less impact on people down south in Flagstaff and Phoenix and Tucson. The Strip had its fifteen minutes of fame in the mid-fifties when somebody in the state government - in a fit of temporary insanity, I suppose - sent the state police in to raid the towns and arrest all the men who had more than one wife. Naturally, the whole thing got a lot of publicity, becoming known as the Short Creek Raid, in honor of the largest of the communities in the Strip, but it ended up being more of an embarrassment for the politicians than an opportunity to pose as the protectors of decency. After all, once you've arrested all the men in a town, what are you going to do with the women and children? And you don't look like the protectors of family life when the news reports are full of crying children asking why the nasty men took Daddy away. The men were released quickly, the affair was forgotten, and since then the state has pretty much left the Strip alone. It became sort of an early version of "don't ask, don't tell" -- as long as the polygamists were discreet, the government left them alone. I hope I haven't bored you with this background. I pass it on only because Sharon's parents, I found out soon after I met them, were from Short Creek. Although they were not polygamists themselves and had left the Strip because of its lack of opportunities, they were sympathetic to the polygamists' beliefs, and had raised Sharon with similar sympathies. Now that I had helped Sharon return to her roots, these sympathies were revived. In fact, with the zeal characteristic of a convert, Sharon now enthused over the positive aspects of "celestial marriage". This wasn't much of an issue -- Sharon's interest in the subject was academic -- until that day in mid-September when she called me at work, screaming that I had to come home right now, and she meant Right Now. I wasn't too pleased about the summons, because I was in the middle of an excellent (aren't they all?) Wendy blowjob. Wendy was also enjoying it; she always did, but particularly this time because she was having her pussy eaten by Valley, who had become an important part of the Business Development team in the couple months since she had transferred. Val (I had learned she hated being called Valley, and I was trying to overcome the habit of calling her that) balanced our team out nicely, since she was primarily lesbian, but also enjoyed (increasingly) swinging the other way. This complemented Wendy nicely, since Wendy loved cock, but also enjoyed swinging every other way there was to swing. So there I was, in the middle of a quite productive staff meeting, when Sharon summoned me home. Actually, I'm being light about this, but her voice indicated that she was very upset, nearly hysterical, and I had Reward transport me home immediately. When I got there, it was clear that things were awful. I could see Cassie disappearing up the stairs and slamming the door to her room, unusual behavior from this usually mild-mannered child (though hormones have done stranger things to kids her age). Sharon was in tears at the kitchen table. Sharon had kept Cassie out of school that day, I knew, because she hadn't felt well, but I doubted that illness was the problem - Cassie had looked healthy enough scampering up the stairs, and Sharon looked angry, not worried. "Tom!" she wailed when I came in, and grabbed on to me, holding tight. "Oh god, Tom!" This was about all I got out of her for quite a while. Then she finally managed to blurt it out - "Cassie's pregnant." Oh, my. I wanted to ask questions, but the most immediate priority, it seemed, was providing a shoulder for Sharon to cry on, and that was what I did for the next several minutes. Meanwhile, I tried to think. Cassie had been sick for the past several days. Sharon was not one of those mothers who rush to the doctor at every sniffle or cough, and had assumed that the problem was something minor, so didn't insist on taking her in until this morning. It's possible of course that the morning sickness had been going on longer, but that Cassie hadn't mentioned it - especially if she knew or suspected what it was. Morning sickness, I knew, was one of those unpredictable things - it might set in as little as a couple weeks into the pregnancy, or wait a couple months. My first unreasoning fear, of course, was that I had made her pregnant, in my role as Thom McNally - but then I remembered that that had been far too long before. Besides, of course, Reward knew that none of my partners were to get pregnant unless I said so. When Sharon had calmed down a bit, she told me that Cassie was refusing to talk, to the doctor or her, about when her last period was or who the father was or much of anything else. When I suggested that maybe she'd talk to me, Sharon glumly agreed that I might as well give it a try - though she was clearly skeptical about my chances. Meanwhile, she unburdened herself of her secret worry - that her former husband would use Cassie's pregnancy to pressure her into giving up the kids. I assured her that that was not going to happen, and headed up to Cassie's room. As I went up the stairs, I tried to work out what I was going to do. I have very mixed feelings about abortion - I'm adamantly opposed to it, but I don't think it should be illegal. I despise the extremists on both sides of the issue, and their habits of demonizing everyone who takes an opposing position. It's too tough an issue to deal with in simplistic terms. In any case, I figured that what I was about to do might be the moral equivalent of abortion, although I assuaged my conscience by rationalizing that it was more a matter of restoring the status quo ante. But first, I needed to get the facts. The door was locked. I knocked and, when Cassie shouted "Go away!", I had Reward open it. I could of course also have had Reward just tell me all the details of Cassie's pregnancy, but I decided I wanted to hear it directly from her - even if I had to use Reward to loosen her tongue. When I entered the room, Cassie was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wasn't crying, but her red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face indicated that she hadn't stopped long before. She didn't bother to ask how I'd gotten in; she just looked at me with what tried to be indifference. As might be expected in a 13-year-old's room, there was no place to sit. Clothes littered every surface. Cassie being in transition from childhood, dolls and stuffed animals were still prominent in the decor, as were magazines with Ricky Martin and 'N Sync on their covers. I sat on the bed next to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Everybody still loves you, Cassie. No matter what's happened, it's okay." She turned to look briefly at me. "Mommy hates me. She thinks I'm awful." "Your Mom's angry and hurt. But she'll never stop loving you, no matter what you do." Then she was crying - bawling might be a better word. As with her mother a few moments before, I figured I wouldn't get any information until she had cried herself out, so I just held her until she was ready. "Tom, it's such a mess," she said finally. "I didn't mean to get pregnant." Talk about stating the obvious! In spite of myself, I almost laughed. "Of course not," was all I could reply. After a few more meaningless comments passed back and forth, as she began to see I wasn't going to punish her or condemn her, I could feel she was becoming more comfortable about talking. "I know you don't want to talk about it," I said then, "but we really need to know who the boy is - his parents need to know." I could feel her stiffen. "I can't." We went back and forth on this a few times. I was a bit surprised - she had seemed to be about ready to talk. Finally (I'm not noted for my patience in such situations), I told Reward to make her as talkative as a broken-hearted drunk. She sighed deeply, seeming to come to a conclusion, and said, "You'll be mad." "Probably not," I answered. "You'll hate me." "No, I won't." "You'll kill him." "Probably not." She paused again, then blurted it out: "It's Thomas." "Thomas who?" I asked, before I realized whom she meant. No, it couldn't be. I didn't actually say those words, but they were clear enough on my face. She nodded. "My... my Thomas?" I stammered, though I knew. She nodded again. Holy shit. The story poured out. I'll save time and space by deleting the backtracking, redundancies, pauses, and circular conversations, and summarizing the meat of it. The occasion was the Fourth of July picnic. I allowed myself a smile at the irony - the year before, at the same picnic, I had fucked Sharon. This year, my son fucks Sharon's daughter - full circle. What happened, it seems, was that while hanging out in the group of "big kids" at the pool, Cassie began to flirt with Thomas. He, being considerably slower, didn't pick up on it. Finally, frustrated, Cassie just said "Come with me," and led Thomas to a spot amongst the rocks that one of the older girls had pointed out to her. There she had completed her seduction, and there my son had impregnated my stepdaughter. Although some reading between the lines was required, it gradually became clear to me that Cassie, from the first moments of the picnic, had deliberately targeted Thomas. "Why Thomas?" I asked. "You barely knew him." My shocks weren't done for the day. Cassie spent a while looking down at her hands, then took another deep breath, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Because I love you, but you don't want me." She paused and then went on, "And he's your son, so I thought it would be like having you, but it really wasn't." And then there was another rush of words, and I understood that the sexual tension I had so casually created between Cassie and I - letting her watch Sharon and me, letting her know that I had seen her watch, watching her masturbate on the plane, our experience together in Mexico - the tension that I had created partially just for amusement and partially because I thought I might someday seduce her - this same tension had found its outlet in her seduction of my son. "You told that girl down in Mexico that you wouldn't have sex with me because I wasn't old enough," she said, with a touch of defiance in her voice. "I guess you showed me, huh?" I had always been strongly attracted to Cassie, from that day so long ago (was it less than a year and a half?) when I had first seen her with her mother and sister in the Toys R Us parking lot. I had fucked her clone that night, I had fucked her as Thom McNally. Some day, I knew, I would have her again. But never in my wildest dreams had I imagined she'd have sex with Thomas. And yet, I reminded myself, and yet... I had put it all in motion. I had teased her and honed her sexual instincts to such an edge that it was hardly surprising that somebody had gotten hurt. And yet, and yet... I was so totally confused at this point that I called for a time out. Literally. I told Reward to stop all time, or at least slow it to a crawl, while I thought things through and figured out what I should do next. I wanted Cassie. That was a given - it was a fact that had never changed. No matter the amount of guilt I had felt over my first encounter with her and her sister's clones. No matter the bad taste of the Thom McNally experience. I had always wanted her and had known that sooner or later... but I had planned on later. But now she was pregnant, and I realized that that excited me further. I'd never had sex with a pregnant 13-year-old. To the best of my knowledge, numerous articles about how common such things are notwithstanding, I'd never seen one. Until now. I imagined her belly and her breasts growing in the coming months, and imagined myself stroking into her swelling body. And yet... Sharon was downstairs in hysterics over her daughter's pregnancy. Once again, as so often in my experiences with Reward, I was in a quandary over how to have the most possible fun while doing the least possible harm. At which point, I had an inspiration - I'd marry Cassie. I can hear you expressing doubts over the wisdom of this solution. Cassie, you might point out, was only thirteen; I was already married, you might add - twice in fact; you've probably also noted that one of the women to whom I was married was Cassie's mother. All of these are very good points. But her age meant little as far as her attractiveness for me was concerned. And, once one is married twice, can once more matter? Normally, the third point might be a stopper, but I saw a way around it. In one of our conversations on polygamy, Sharon, while extolling the virtues of the practice, had commented on the bonds of sisterhood that grow up among the wives in a plural union. They generally refer to each other as sisters, she noted, and added that it is not uncommon for them to actually be sisters - often a man marries two or more girls from the same family. Sharon's defense of polygamy was, of course, only theoretical. I remembered being amused at the time by the thought of how quickly she'd change her tune if she were to suddenly realize that she was actually married to a bigamist. But Reward could, with relatively few changes to her personality - something that was important to me - build on theoretical acceptance of the idea and change it to real and enthusiastic acceptance. It was a slightly bigger step, I knew, to move from the idea of marrying sisters to mothers and daughters, but I'd let Reward handle it - perhaps something along the lines of "You've always wanted to be Cassie's best friend - here's something even better." So that was that. I unfroze everybody, told Cassie that I'd fix everything, and had her follow me downstairs. When we arrived in the kitchen, where Sharon was sitting, red-eyed and tense, I told her everything would be okay. They both looked at me expectantly. "I know you don't approve of abortion," I began, "and of course you don't want Cassie to be an unwed mother." They both nodded. "So I've decided that I'll marry her." I suddenly realized that I'd forgotten to tell Reward to set Cassie up for this, but he had apparently gone ahead and done so on his own. Cassie gasped in pleasure, and squeaked out her joy, grabbing me around the neck and pulling my face down for a big kiss. Sharon took a second to take the idea in, then, as programmed, smiled and said, "That's a great idea, Tom." She took Cassie by the hand and pulled her close for a kiss. "Now you'll be my sister as well as my daughter," she said, stroking the girl's hair tenderly. Then she spoke to me again. "Why don't you take her upstairs and consummate the union?" she suggested, no doubt parroting Reward's instructions. Whether it was truly Sharon's idea or Reward's, Cassie and I both thought it was a good one. I took Cassie's hand, and led her up to the master bedroom. There, now slightly nervous, she stood looking at the bed where she had so often seen me enjoying her mother's body. Then she turned to me, smiling a bit crookedly, and said, "I'll try to be a good wife." "Of course you will," I replied, stepping near her and taking her in my arms. "I think we'll make each other very happy." She turned her face up to me, and parted her lips as I kissed her deeply. A few moments later, as we continued to embrace and kiss, I lowered her slowly to the big bed. Cassie was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. In a moment, that was amended to bra and shorts, and a moment later to shorts only. The beautiful little teenager looked up at me, expectantly and nervously, hoping for approval. "Am I pretty, Tom?" she asked. "You're beautiful," I replied, with feeling. Her breasts were larger than they had been several months earlier, when last I had seen them, not a surprise at her age. They were still perfectly shaped little hills. Still just a handful - but slightly fuller hands. I filled my hand with one, massaging it lightly and tweaking the tiny nipple, as I licked at the other. Cassie drew in her breath as her sensitive little breasts sent pleasure messages through her body. She arched her back, pushing her breast into my mouth, then put her hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to crush the breast into my face. She grunted as her body tensed, then she relaxed slightly. My free hand slid down her still-flat belly, sliding down past her navel and slipping under the waist of her shorts. I massaged the soft flesh of her lower belly, then heard her intake of breath as my hand reached her pubic mound. Again her body moved of its own accord, making itself more available to me, her hips now rising to place her pussy in my hand. Constricted by the tightness of her shorts and panties, I could at first only play with the outer lips. Frustrated, Cassie suddenly sat up, tossing me aside in the process, and pulled off her last garments. Then she lay back again, spread her legs, smiled lewdly at me, and said, "I'm yours." If you've never had the experience of having a 13-year-old girl with a freckled nose say "I'm yours", I recommend it without reservation. I immediately dove between her open legs, gently but hurriedly separated her lips with my thumbs, and drank in the aroma of her lust. The next moments were silent, except for Cassie's little squeaks of pleasure as my tongue explored her secrets. I licked first the outer edges of her pussy, slowly circling inward, gradually working toward the inner lips, then down to her vagina. The tiny hole was warm and wet when at last I reached it, and Cassie squeaked again as my tongue touched lightly at the opening, then she sighed gently as I curled it into a spear and pushed it slowly inside her. Inexperienced as the girl was, nature told her what to do. Her hips rose up to meet the invasion, then her hands descended on my head to hold me prisoner and to guide me in bringing her pleasure. When her breathing became more ragged, I knew she was approaching her peak, so I moved my tongue up to her clitoris, where I licked around the base for a moment, replaced the tongue in her fuckhole with a finger, gave her a couple strokes with the finger, then licked the full length of my tongue across her clit. A tremor went through her that probably set off the seismographs over in LA. She took in two short breaths, then squealed loudly. Her legs closed on my ears and her hips rose off the bed, remaining poised in midair for long seconds, before her whole body collapsed. She lay sprawled, her legs splayed out, her little cunt gaping open and dripping her juices. When her breathing had returned to approximately normal, I kissed her lightly on her lips and asked, "So how does it feel to be Mrs. Mallory?" She smiled and kissed me back. "This is just what I hoped it would be like - even better. It's why I wanted you to make love to me." She frowned. "I'm just sorry I got pregnant, because I'd like you to do it instead." "Let's pretend," I said, moving over her. Her legs were already open for me, and her cunt was so wet that my cock was inside her almost as soon as I spoke. Small as she was, I sank into her without difficulty. There I paused, with my cock deep inside my stepdaughter/wife. We embraced and kissed, as her legs locked around my waist to hold me in place. "This is what I've dreamed of," she said, punctuating the words with little kisses. "I watched you and Mommy making love, and then I'd go back to my room and I'd play with myself and dream that it was you and me." "It is," I answered, with a kiss. She relaxed her legs slightly and said, "Do me real hard like you do Mommy." I disobeyed that command, at least at first. I pulled out slowly and reentered the tight little cunt the same way. This was partially out of concern for her, and partially because I was savoring the exquisite feeling of her velvet cuntwalls releasing my cock, then pulling it back in. I repeated the motion a couple more times before Cassie whined in displeasure and used her heels on my ass, as though spurring a horse. "Please, Tom, more," she said. I was ready for more, too, so I stepped up the pace, pushing harder into her, then pulling out the full length of my cock and driving down still harder. "Yes," said the girl, then "Yes!" again as I came down into her again. Then it was a constant stream of "Yes!", each one coming louder and faster as I drove into her faster. Then her hands were on my ass, pulling me into her deeper as her hips drove up at me, and she was screaming just one long, loud "Yes!" as the second orgasm of her wedding day washed over her, and a moment later my sperm spilled uselessly into the belly already occupied by my grandchild. ------- Chapter 47: Fun With Tom and Tom and Tom and... "Good job, Cassie," came the voice from the doorway. We looked up to see Sharon, who walked slowly toward the bed, obviously excited, but trying not to show it too much. "I apologize for watching," she went on, "but I wanted to make sure you fulfilled your responsibilities properly." Cassie was embarrassed but, as I winked at her, she remembered that she had little room to complain about voyeurism. As you might imagine, as excited as she was by watching us, it took little to persuade Sharon to join in a family fuck, which I billed as "fully sealing our marriage." Sharon hesitated at the edge of the bed, but joined us as I put my hand out to her. I pulled her down between Cassie and me, and immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. She again hesitated, torn between lust and guilt. Lust won, and she unbuttoned her own shorts. I told Cassie to pull them off. The girl looked at me in shock. I said calmly, "You're both my wives, and it's your duty to show your love for your sister wives. It's also your duty to obey your husband." Cassie slowly put out her hand to the waist of her mother's shorts. "Cassie, it's okay," her mother said softly. "I love you, and I want us both to be able to show our love." Then she reached out to pull her daughter close for a loving kiss. The next couple hours were spent in what amounted to a training session, showing Cassie and Sharon how to suck on tits and lick pussies. Both were apt pupils and showed a real passion for perfecting their technique, and I assured them with a smile that I had no problem if they practiced on their own when I wasn't around. It was a pleasant afternoon, followed by a pleasant night as I slept between my two wives. In the morning, as Sharon and Cassie took turns giving me a wake-up blowjob, I made a mental note to order a bigger bed -- though how big it might need to be was made clear when Sharon told me the next night that Little Bit was jealous and upset that she was sleeping alone while the rest of the family shared one bed. She suggested that maybe I ought to consider marrying her, as well. I answered that maybe we ought to wait a while on Little Bit, who was, after all, only ten. Sharon backed off the suggestion, but I could see the issue would be brought up again -- she was definitely getting into polygamy (and lesbianism). But for the moment, my mouth on one tit, my hand on the other, and Cassie's inexperienced but fast-learning tongue on her clit removed any thoughts of other matters. Things in my household across town were not going so harmoniously. I had decided there was little or nothing I could do in regard to Thomas's latest foray into sex, except to have Reward steer him away from girls for the moment and concentrate him on his soccer team -- time enough for girls in another couple years, I thought. Chris was becoming more and more distant toward me, and I was becoming concerned that our marriage might really be heading toward the rocks. I again considered using Reward to straighten things out, but again backed away. In part, I knew, I was saving face for myself. I had compromised many of the things I had set out as rules at the beginning -- not interfering with Chris was the last rule remaining unbroken. I also considered a lesser action -- just exploring her mind to determine the causes of her negative attitude toward sex. I put that aside for future consideration. Perhaps I was afraid that I might find that it wasn't a negative attitude toward sex, but rather a negative attitude toward sex with me. Or perhaps I was just having too much fun with too many other women and figured that if Chris didn't want to enter into the fun, it was her problem. If the latter comment reflects a certain amount of frustration and impatience with Chris, that's perhaps the truth. As for the remaining member of the family, Sarah -- sheesh! Most of the time she was silent, sullen, and withdrawn, ignoring all of us and filling the whole house with ice. Then she'd speak up, with nasty, corrosive sarcasm, and we'd all yearn for her silences. She had become, in short, a raging bitch. I've talked a lot about the car issue. Obviously, the matter went much deeper than that -- she was grasping, greedy, materialistic, spoiled. The car was just a visible symbol of her nature -- a nature for which I, as her father, probably must take much of the blame. The car became a very hot issue again on a Friday afternoon in early October when I got a call from Sarah telling me that it had broken down. She was at home and couldn't get to the mall because the car wouldn't start. She was almost shouting at me that I had to Do Something Immediately. I probably made her madder by failing to see a run-down battery (or whatever) as a major crisis. I know I made her madder by joking about it, saying that I wasn't that upset, but that not doubt the mall merchants' association would see it as a black day. It wasn't that great a joke, I admit, but I didn't feel it merited the icy silence it received. Obviously, I could have had Reward fix the car -- I had no doubt his mechanical skills greatly exceeded those of whomever AAA would send out. But I didn't feel like it. "Call AAA," I told her. "They might get it started -- if not, they can tow it to Chuck's." "But then I won't have a car!" she wailed. "Chuck will probably have it running tomorrow if he's not too busy," I answered, failing once again to see a carless weekend as a tragedy. "If not, he'll fix it Monday." "So how am I supposed to get to the game tonight?" she asked. "It's Homecoming, you know." So now we were at the root of the problem. "I guess I could borrow Mom's car," she added after a pause. I don't know why I did it -- I guess I was just in one of those moods. Anyway, I answered, "No, that's okay. I haven't seen a high school football game in a long time, so I'll take you." You can imagine how that went over. Sarah was quickly off the line (she just barely managed to not hang up on me), saying she'd get a ride with a friend. I laughed to myself about the discomfiture the prospect of being seen with her father had caused Sarah, then forgot about the whole thing, having some work that needed doing, as well as Wendy's cunt that needed fucking -- as usual. Wendy being endlessly creative in terms of sex, having done almost everything, and being willing and eager to try anything she hadn't yet done, I had asked her to suggest something different. Her first suggestion, that I shit on her face, I passed on. She shrugged to indicate that she didn't understand my reluctance to engage in this particular behavior, but that she could accept such weirdness. At the moment when we had been interrupted we had been engaged in her second choice -- a bit of light bondage. Wendy was, as I talked to my daughter, chained to the wall of my office, a ball-gag in her mouth, her body bent over a sawhorse, her ankles chained widely apart, and her butt sticking out. My cock had been busy deciding whether to slide up that ass or the neighboring cunt when the phone had rung. Wendy had waited patiently while I talked with Sarah, her butt providing motivation to conclude the call quickly. When I got off the phone, I asked, jokingly, "Now, where was I?" Wendy, taking me literally as usual, tried to help me out, but managed only to say, "Mmph glmp brf!" through the gag. However, she helpfully wiggled her butt as a visual aid, and I told her I understood. Although my erection had dissipated during the phone conversation, it took only a moment of looking at Wendy's butt and squeezing a tit or two to restore things to normal. Another moment and my cock was sliding up her ass and then quickly retracing its path. Urged on by Wendy's words, "Brg glrp mffp", I pushed into her harder and faster. Urged on even more by the delightful sight of her gorgeous, perfectly rounded ass, I slammed still harder. And, finally, urged on by that lovely ass pushing back against me, I pounded her as hard as I could and shot of load of my seed into her bowels, as her moans of pleasure and tensing body indicated that Wendy was climaxing at the same time. "Glrf mrg, drm," Wendy said in thanks as I slid my cock out of her ass, my sperm dribbling down her leg. I acknowledged her kind remarks with a kiss as I unmanacled her hands and feet and took the gag out of her mouth. "That was nice," she said, flexing her jaw to loosen it. "Do you want to shit on my face now?" I turned her down again, with thanks. She looked so disappointed that I suggested that maybe we could do it some other time. Thus mollified, Wendy turned her minimal intelligence to another issue. "Remember I told you I'd like to have a baby?" I remembered. "How about knocking me up, then?" I demurred again -- there being so many pregnant women in my various lives at this point that I was having a hard time keeping them all straight. I was curious, however, and asked Wendy why she was intent on pregnancy. "I think it would be sexy to have a baby sucking on my tits," she replied with a smile. "Especially while I'm being fucked or something." There probably have been worse reasons for getting pregnant, so I let this comment pass and again suggested that maybe I'd knock her up some other day. Wendy, always willing to accept just about anything, left with a smile. Wendy had given me an idea. Before I could act on it, however, I needed to get home and see how things were going. Since I was annoyed with Sarah, and in a somewhat mischievous mood (okay, I was being plain nasty), I had Reward make sure AAA couldn't fix the car and that Chuck (our mechanic) was too busy to get to it until Monday. Hit with this news, Sarah was at her bitchiest when I got home. Though she had arranged for a ride with a friend, the fact that she had been inconvenienced was sufficient cause to ruin everybody's dinner. Throughout the meal, we were treated to a steady stream of comments on the general theme of "This wouldn't have happened if you had bought me a decent car, instead of an old junker." I shuddered at the thought of how Valley would react to this depiction of her pride and joy. Any parents of teenagers reading this will recognize it. Though Sarah was more self-centered than most, she was hardly unique. And parents generally learn to slough this sort of behavior off. Chris on this occasion did really well, putting up with it for a while, then finally saying calmly, "Okay, Sarah, we get the point. Now drop it." Sarah subsided. Normally, I'm pretty good too (usually better than Chris) at ignoring this kind of crap, but like I mentioned earlier, I was in a mischievous/nasty mood, so I arranged to add to Sarah's load of woe. As dinner ended, in silence, the phone rang. It was the girl who was providing Sarah's ride -- she'd been grounded for the weekend. I savored the look of despair on Sarah's face as she set down the receiver, then quickly picked it up again. In quick succession she called several friends, all of whom had already left for the game, or couldn't provide a ride for some reason. Her boyfriend, Jason, had, I knew, left town for the weekend -- his soccer club had a tournament in Flagstaff. Sarah had been upset for weeks that he wouldn't miss the tournament to take her to Homecoming -- she had difficulty understanding how anyone could have a priority that was higher than doing what she wanted. "I can't get a ride," she wailed finally, having exhausted her last possibility, and seeing the clock tick ever closer to kickoff time. "Did you try Ashley?" I asked innocently. "I'm sure she'd give you a ride." She didn't answer, just shot me a look that singed my eyebrows. I shrugged. "Well, as I said earlier, I could take you there -- I'd think I'd like to see a game, and Thomas might enjoy it." Again I had fun watching Sarah's face as the horror of her situation struck her. Which is worse, I could see her asking herself, missing the game or being taken there by my father? It was a tough choice, but she finally, grudgingly, consented to allow me to take her. I was a bit surprised -- I had expected her to decide that death would be worse than going with me. And I really had no desire to go to the game, since I was already there, as Tom O'Malley accompanying Ashley. I had separated myself on a few other occasions, but this would be the first time that Tom O'Malley and Tom Mallory would be at the same place. I wondered what I would say to myself if we met? Sarah of course ditched Thomas and me as soon as we got to the game. She met up with some friends near the entrance, announced that she was going to sit with them, and left us behind, which was pretty much what I had expected. I chose a seat a discreet few rows away from her, then noticed that I was also a few rows (the other direction) from Tom O'Malley and Ashley. Ashley saw Thomas and me sit down and smiled and waved at us. Thankfully, she didn't bring her date over to introduce him. I've been telling you this part of the story from my point of view as Tom Mallory, but Tom O'Malley had also had an interesting evening. A few days before, Ashley had finally told her parents about her relationship with Tom (not everything about it, of course, but probably they guessed at least some of what she omitted). Though they did little to hide their disapproval, she persisted in declaring her love, patiently and calmly, and eventually they had to accept the fait accompli. Tom had met them for the first time this evening when he had picked up Ashley for dinner before the game. Though the meeting was stiff, her parents had been reassured to see that he was pleasant and polite and had warmed sufficiently to smile and wave pleasantly as the couple left. Ashley was luxuriating in the joy of no longer needing to hide anything, and also in the pleasure of showing off her boyfriend at a school event -- she had noted the number of eyes on them as they climbed the stairs of the stands hand-in-hand. I had found that being two people at once was not something I particularly enjoyed. Although I had learned to control two bodies (ands once three bodies) with the same brain (basically just turning over the functions to Reward), I found that the sensory overload was sometimes a bit disconcerting, so I did it only occasionally. Now, though, it was interesting to be Tom O'Malley with Ashley, and to be Tom Mallory watching Tom O'Malley with Ashley. Tom O'Malley was having a good time, but Tom Mallory, after I got tired of watching Tom O'Malley, was bored. I enjoy sports, and I'm not the kind of sports fan who requires lots of scoring, as long as there's lots of action. This game, however, consisted of two very modestly talented teams, both of which featured totally predictable, vanilla offenses, and defenses that concentrated on avoiding mistakes rather than creating opportunities. Boring, boring, boring. Although the score was close, my reaction to the tightness of the score was less seat-of-the-pants, what-will-happen-next tension, than a fear that the game might end in a tie and go into overtime. So, at halftime, I was more than ready to get up and walk around, find a parent or two I knew, and chat. Anything for a break from the game. At about the same time, although as Tom Mallory I didn't witness it, Ashley got up to visit the ladies room, leaving Tom O'Malley alone briefly -- which was exactly the break Sarah had been waiting for. I had wondered why Sarah was so anxious to come to the game that she even consented to accompany her father. Now I knew -- she saw it as an opportunity to have another shot at Tom O'Malley. She pretended to have just seen me and waved, calling out my name, then wandered casually over. I greeted her coolly. "Uh-oh," she said, "I can tell by your voice that Ashley's been telling you what a rat I am." In spite of myself, I grinned. "Something like that." She grinned too. "Some of it true, no doubt. Want to hear my side of it?" "Now?" "No, she'll be back in a minute -- give me a call, or let's meet somewhere." "Why?" I asked -- knowing perfectly well that the idea was to meet me somewhere where she had no doubt that her abundant charms could get me in the sack in short order. (And she might have been right). "What do you mean?" "I don't care about your side of the story, Sarah. You've tried to two-time your friend, and you're trying again. Forget it -- I'm not interested." The look of shock on her face was priceless. It was changing to cold fury as she turned away from me. I should have left it alone, but I couldn't resist twisting the knife. "Sarah?" I called to her. She turned back. "I always think we should acknowledge people's better qualities," I began. She looked at me quizzically, with a trace of hope lighting on her face. "I want you to know that you're a really good piece of ass." "You son of a bitch," she hissed, turning and stomping away. Of course, I felt very satisfied and self-righteous about my little victory. But also of course, I knew that that sort of victory usually has repercussions. I was right. At the moment, though, I didn't have the opportunity to think beyond the satisfaction of the moment. The game was resuming, and Tom Mallory was preparing to be bored silly again. But not for long. The thought hit me, as the first few plays of the second half showed no more imagination than before, that there was no reason for a guy who had Reward to ever be bored. That idea struck me simultaneously with the realization that I had an opportunity to do something that just about every male in America has at least occasionally fantasized about. Breathes there a man with a soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, "Wouldn't it be cool if the cheerleaders weren't wearing panties? Especially the second one on the right." Actually, most cheerleaders don't wearing panties, I guess -- usually it's the bottom of a bodysuit -- but that's a detail of little interest to a guy who has just watched a nubile little babe do the splits in mid-air, touching her toes with her outstretched hands. Which is the position the second cheerleader from the right was in when I realized that Reward could fulfill that long-held fantasy -- which he promptly did. As the cheerleaders did their next routine, which Reward ensured was one that involved much jumping, the audience gasped as a collection of attractive young pussies were revealed (I had considered enjoying my fantasy alone, but decided to let everyone in on it). The men, for the most part, cheered lustily, a surprisingly large number of the women seemed more amused than upset, either laughing or at least giggling. Only a few people, mostly school officials or parents of the cheerleaders, seemed really outraged, and those I put under Reward's control. Actually, I realized then that I had to control everybody to some extent -- even if they were amused by the stunt, still I had to stop them from thinking there was anything strange about it. Two thoughts struck me as I watched the cheerleaders go through their routines. One was that the scene reminded me of a National Lampoon cover from the seventies, which had featured a rear view of a similar situation. The other was that it was interesting to note that the second one on the right, a prototypical cheerleader -- a little perky blonde -- had a completely shaved pussy. Since she was the one who had most attracted my attention in the first place, I had Reward improve my vision to telescope quality so that I could inspect her with more acuity than was possible from the thirtieth row of the stands. This viewpoint being as enjoyable as I thought it might be, I then had her do some more splits while Reward repositioned my viewing point to being on the ground directly beneath her. She had a lovely little gash I noted as she spread her legs out to a greater than 180 degree angle in mid-air, a position I froze her in temporarily. It was small and dark red, almost crimson, with very prominent inner lips that protruded well beyond the outer lips. From this viewpoint it was apparent she was (big surprise) not virgin, and also that she had a very nice-looking, pink, and puckered asshole. Briefly I checked out the other pussies on display -- although several were quite nice, I decided that first impressions had been correct and the second from the right was the best. Having reached that conclusion and allowing the cheerleaders to unfreeze and return to earth with their legs together, I briefly turned my attention back to the game, not certain what I'd do next (although I suspected that something down the road might include little Second). My mind at this point being on football-related fantasies, it is perhaps not surprising that I began giggling as the next play began. Giggling not being common at football games, the gentleman sitting next to me, whose attention had heretofore been focussed exclusively on the cheerleaders, tore himself away long enough to give me a questioning look. My mirth had been caused by seeing again something that has been the cause of many ribald comments by sports fans over the years -- the rather questionable position the quarterback takes, on most plays, vis-a-vis the center. Once my giggles had died down, I gave Reward instructions on how the next play was to unfold. The team broke from the huddle, the center leaned over the ball, raising his fat ass high, and the quarterback stepped up behind him. All as usual. Then, however, the quarterback reached out, pulled down the center's pants, then his own, and stuck his dick into the center's ass. The crowd roared its approval as he thrust again and again into the big center's asshole, burying his cock between the beefy asscheeks. I'm not (to the best of my knowledge) possessed of any gay tendencies, and I therefore didn't find the sight erotic, but it was a lot of fun, and most of the crowd seemed to agree with me. Thomas was mystified, then asked, "Dad, is he... ?" Oops, I had forgotten all about Thomas. I turned off his mind for a moment, then let him see an ordinary football game unfolding in front of him. That taken care of, I turned my attention back to the field. The referees, uncertain what to do, finally settled on a delay of game penalty when the center, apparently enjoying himself, failed to hike the ball in the required time. As the two players continued coupling, the refs consulted each other to consider whether to add a penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct. I decided at that point to advance the cause of sportsmanship by having the two teams fall in love with each other. The center and quarterback pulled apart and each of the eleven players on one team approached his opposite number and they embraced in eleven passionate clutches, eventually pulling their lovers to the ground and writhing in ecstasy. The shoulder pads and helmets got in the way for a few moments, but soon were discarded and littered the field. The fans urged on their heroes, and joined in the chant the cheerleaders began: "Fuck 'em hard! Fuck 'em hard! RRReeeaaalll hard!!!" As the players from the sidelines rushed out toward each other, embracing passionately as they met in the middle of the field, I decided that the homosexual aspect of the occasion was getting out of control and needed some counterbalancing. I therefore took over the bodies of all the men in the stadium other than the players, and began fucking all the women in the stadium. I mentioned earlier that engaging in sex as two or three people at once had in the past resulted in sensory overload. Can you imagine what it would be like to engage in roughly fifteen hundred simultaneous sex acts? Probably not. And I find it far beyond my writing abilities to describe it. All I can say is that Reward had to take strong action to prevent my brain from exploding as the pleasure center took in all the messages from my fifteen hundred cocks and three thousand eyes and fifteen thousand fingers. It was marvelous (an understatement for all time). I was fucking and sucking hundreds of women, hundreds of others were sucking me. I was coupling with middle-aged women and teenagers, grandmothers and little girls, teachers and cheerleaders. I had in my hands tits that were big and small, firm and saggy, and some that were nonexistent. I was fucking mouths, cunts, asses, and tits. I considered fucking noses and ears, but decided that some moderation must be maintained. I was boyfriends fucking girlfriends, brothers fucking sisters, grandsons fucking grandmothers, teachers fucking students. And every possible variation thereof. I was everybody fucking everybody. I was fucking Ashley as Tom O'Malley, Sarah as a stranger who had been sitting in front of her, and the second cheerleader from the right as myself. I've always felt that a woman (or girl) shaving her pussy is a good indicator that she's into sex. Once or twice I've been led astray on this, but it's generally a pretty good rule of thumb, and it certainly worked out this time. Second from the right turned out to be a five foot, ninety-five pound bundle of fuck. I had barely had Reward transport me down to the field to materialize in front of her before she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Her pixyish face with the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of a small snub nose looked up at me as her mouth opened, her tongue licking the head of my cock a couple times before wrapping itself around the staff and pulling the whole thing inside her. Her light green eyes were shining with excitement and her blonde ponytail wiggling wildly as her head bobbed back and forth. After a few moments of this delight she pulled my cock out, glistening with her saliva, to smile up at me and ask, "Do you want to come in my mouth, or would you rather fuck me?" "I'm going to come in your mouth now," I answered, "and then I'm going to fuck you." ""Oooh, wow," she said with a giggle that wrinkled her cute little nose, "a two-fer." Then she popped my cock back in her mouth and began energetically sucking again. It took only a few more seconds before I felt my seed rising from the ministrations of her tongue, which was washing around and around my cock with increasing speed and pressure. I grabbed her head, pulling her gently forward, saying, "I want you to take it all." My cock pushed down into her throat as she did as she was told, taking all of it, her face pressed tight against me as my cock pulsed and shot my sperm down her throat and into her belly. She coughed slightly on the second shot, so I pulled away, shooting the rest of my load onto her face. The sensation was a good one for me, but almost too intense -- I was having by now constant ejaculations, usually a dozen or so at any given moment. I had to tell Reward to cut my brain off from the other scenes I had going on, so I could concentrate for the moment on Second. "Cool," she was saying as she used her tongue to scoop up a thread of goo dangling off her nose. "I've seen the babes in porn movies get a load on their faces, but I've never had it before." "Like it?" I asked. "It's different," she said thoughtfully, scooping another fingerfull off her cheek and dripping it onto her outstretched tongue. "Kinda messy, though." When she had cleaned most of the remnants of the past from her face, she turned to the future. "You said you'd fuck me?" She phrased it as a question, obviously not certain I'd come through for her. "A promise is a promise," I replied. She cocked her head to one side as she lay back on the thick grass near the sideline, pulling up her skirt and spreading her legs to reveal the lovely little pussy I had so admired earlier. "How 'bout you eat me first?" she asked with a leering smile. "I really love having my pussy sucked." "Is that why you shave it?" I asked, settling between her legs preparatory to fulfilling her request. "Yeah," she answered, sighing as my fingers opened her pussy and I peered deep into her. "Guys are a lot more likely to eat you if there's no hair in the way." I silently saluted her wisdom in knowing what she wanted and how to go about getting it, though I wondered if there were many males who would refuse to eat this little piece of snatch if they had to go through the Amazon to get at it. She had sighed when I touched her, and I could see as I looked that she was already thoroughly wet, with a large clit poking forth aggressively. She must like giving head, I thought, to be this turned on. But if I thought she was hot or wet then, I was quickly to learn new definitions for the terms. I spent a few seconds renewing my visual acquaintance with her cunt -- it looked every bit as good from this angle -- but then the girl began whining impatiently at me, rubbing her clit to let me know what she wanted done. I got the message and pulled aside her hand to give myself access. The instant my tongue touched her, just brushing her big inner lips, she immediately stiffened, taking in a deep breath with a loud hiss. When my tongue lapped against the entrance to her vagina, she moaned deeply, with the pitch rising as I pushed inside. As my tongue entered her hole, it was met by a veritable flood of moisture, and the girl's hips began fucking forward against my face. "Oh god, that's good," she moaned. Her strong, musty scent filled my nostrils. Besides her abundant juices, it was a warm night and she'd been working hard through the first half. I loved the smell and I rubbed my nose against her clit, drawing a gasp from her. The nose-rubbing reminded me that I hadn't even dealt with her clit yet, but it was apparent that this girl didn't need any clitoral stimulation to come -- she was already right on the edge. I drove my tongue deep into her fuckhole once more and she strained her hips upward hard, grunting with the effort to push herself over the edge. I ran it in and out twice more and shoved a finger into her ass, and that was all she needed. She shuddered hard and stiffened as her hands clamped down on my head and another gush of moisture spilled out and she screamed her lust. She was so orgasmic that I decided to see how high I could drive her. As her hips continued to buck I switched from her vagina to her clit, licking around it, then sucking it into my mouth and rubbing the full length of my tongue across its head. She screamed again, louder and wilder than before, and with each swipe of my tongue she went a little crazier. At last I realized that she seemed to have no limits at all, and I released her clit, letting her slowly settle back down. After a long period of being rigid as a board, her body gradually relaxed and she collapsed into the grass. "God damn, I wish my boyfriend could suck me like that," she said after a long silence, during which she stared, apparently unseeing, into the night sky. "I could offer to give him lessons," I laughed, "but he might not take kindly to the idea." "I don't think he's in much position to complain," she replied, looking out at the field. "He's giving some guy a blowjob right now, and it looks like he's enjoying it." "He's on the team?" I asked stupidly. Of course he was. "You might lose him to a new lover." She shrugged. "There's more where he came from." She pointed him out. "He's over there, number 82, the tight end." I couldn't resist; it was too good a straight line. "Speaking of tight ends," I said, "how's yours?" She looked blankly at me for just a second, not knowing what I meant. Then the light dawned. "You want to buttfuck me?" she said, hesitating just another second, then added, "Hell, why not? Time to try something new." She turned around, and knelt on her hands and knees, flipping her skirt up and offering her ass to me. I gave the ass a little slap. It was a nice one, each globe small but nicely rounded and totally firm, without an ounce of loose flesh, merging into a deep cleft, in the center of which was a tiny pink pucker. But I pulled her over on her side, then on her back. "I like girls spread wide open, showing me everything they've got," I told her. She grinned up at me. "Nothing like a dirty old man," she laughed. She lifted her hips and pulled apart her ass cheeks, again revealing the little pucker, now pulled slightly open. "Is this the way you like it?" she asked. "That's almost it," I said, pulling up her light sweater and then pulling down the cups of her bra to reveal two small rounded breasts with pink areolas the size of a dime, tipped with microscopic but very erect nipples. I cursed myself now that I hadn't paid attention to these lovely things earlier, but now I squeezed both in my hands, then sucked one into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my flickering tongue. She sighed happily, pressing her breast up harder against my mouth. I was enjoying it too, but I really wanted my cock in her ass. I kissed down her flat, hard belly to her lovely cunt. From any angle, from any distance, it was a gem. This time though I just gave it a perfunctory kiss and a nip at her clit, then moved on south. I kissed her little anus, but before I could stick my tongue in it, she reached down again to pull her asscheeks apart and open the hole for me. It wasn't gaping, but it was open just enough to get my tongue in, and the girl mewled with pleasure as I touched the tender membrane within. "Cool," she said, "this is so dirty." I quit licking her long enough to look up at her smiling face, so small and innocent. "You like it dirty?" "The dirtier the better," she answered. "I wish somebody had thought of buttfucking me a long time ago." "No need to wait any longer then," I answered. No need at all -- she was rather wet from the drippings of her fountain-like pussy, and I had Reward add more. "Then let's do it," she said with a giggle, spreading her legs and pulling apart her cheeks even further as I knelt over her. "Stick it in me." I stuck it in her, though initially just a millimeter or so of the head. Wet though she was, she was also a very small girl, and very tight. I urged her to relax and pushed forward just a little more. As she felt my cock entering, she gradually relaxed further, until the head was completely in. The rest was relatively easy, since the path was cleared, and second from the right smiled up as the last of me entered her. "How do you like it?" I asked. "It's great!" she answered. "I'll bet hardly anybody else in the school has done this." She considered. "It feels good, kind of funny, but good. Do you mind going slow at first, then speed up?" she asked. "No problem," I answered. "That was exactly my plan." A plan I commenced to put into operation, with a long, slow pullout, followed by an equally slow reentry. Then a repeat, and another, each just slightly faster. She sighed contentedly, and on the fifth or sixth stroke began moving her hips in response, signaling that I could begin speeding up a bit more. I rose up to look down on the little beauty, speared in the ass and spread out before me. She was gorgeous, with a tiny but perfectly proportioned body, her beautifully pixyish face, and her lovely legs raised into the sky as my cock slid into her ass. I decided to complete the picture by having Reward open her pussy wide for me. An invisible pair of hands pulled open her pussy lips, revealing the richly red interior of the girl, glistening in her juices, the walls of her vagina pulsing as my cock drove into her ass. I decided that if I could have invisible hands add to my pleasure, I could do something for her as well, so I added an invisible tongue stroking her clit. Already erect, it grew as the tongue pushed it from side to side, then stroked across it. "Oh god," she panted, "what are you doing to me? What are you doing? Omygod." She began caressing her small breasts, then squeezing and pulling on the tiny pink nipples, as her head tossed from side to side and she kept muttering, "Omygod, omygod." Her hips drove harder back at my cock, and I pushed into her harder and faster. This invisible stuff is fun, I decided, and added an invisible cock fucking her cunt. I saw her vagina widen as the organ entered her, and saw her face light up in shock. For a moment there was a look almost of fear, as she realized that there were things happening to her that made no sense. Then the sensations washing through her body drove any other thoughts from her mind. Who cared how it was happening, she seemed to say, just as long as it kept happening. I could see the tissue of her vagina move in and out as the cock drove into her again and again, I saw a stream of juices flowing out of her, and I saw her clit grow as the tongue dragged across it. Meanwhile my (visible) dick was stroking steadily into her ass, and her hips pushed up with ever-greater passion as she neared another climax. I was nearing mine as well, and reluctantly gave up my voyeurism as my need for release forced me to lower my body into the saddle between her upraised legs. I settled in and hugged her to me as my cock drove hard into her ass. "Omygod," she continued shouting, "omygod, it's so good!" I drove into her again and felt her stiffen with her orgasm as my cock began to rumble, then I shot a huge wad of semen into her bowels, then another, then still more before my body relaxed and second from the right and I collapsed. I lay atop her for a few moments, then kissed her and rolled off onto the cool grass of the field. Second still lying quiet, I looked up into the stands where thousands of people continued their wild rutting. I had Reward reconnect me with them, but the feeling of having the sensations of over a thousand cocks feeding into my brain was too much to take for more than a moment. Truly a case study on the virtues of moderation. I got up, returned to the stands, and had everyone return to normal. Boring as the game was, after that interlude I could take it for another half-hour or so. "Well, honey," I asked Sarah as we drove home, "did you enjoy the game?" "It sucked." I was tempted to answer that it did indeed suck -- several hundred times, but forbore to comment. "How about you, Thomas?" There was a far-away look in my son's eyes. It took him a moment to respond, then he merely said, "Uh, yeah, it was interesting." ------- Chapter 48: Sarah Wants To Be A Millionaire Things were quiet for the next couple weeks. Or as quiet as they ever get in my various lives. I blame myself for what happened next. I had become so absorbed in my various adventures and so distracted that I didn't see that Sarah and Thomas had both become distant, and that Sarah was even more sullen and cold than usual. Something was on their minds, but I didn't realize it. What was on Thomas's mind was to take a while to become apparent. Sarah moved more quickly -- it was in the middle of the month that Ashley called Tom O'Malley one weekday afternoon just after school let out, telling him tearfully that he had to come to her house immediately. When I got there, Ashley met me at the front door, her eyes red with crying. She led me into the living room, where I was surprised to find Sarah, looking very smug. It took no mental giant to work out that Sarah's smugness and Ashley's tears were related -- somehow Sarah had just scored big in her war with Ashley. "So what's the story, Sarah?" I asked. "Well, Tom, you see... ever since you informed me at the football game that all I was was a good piece of ass, I've been thinking... " She spoke with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly believing herself to be in total control of the situation. "I decided that I was going the wrong way in my life, and I'd be inclined to thank you for straightening me out, except," she laughed and put out her hands in supplication, "how can I do that when you and Ashley are continuing in the behavior I've renounced?" I said nothing -- merely noting to myself that it appeared to be a well-rehearsed speech. "I see you doing such awful things to my good friend, Ashley -- wild orgies at your beach house, anal sex," she tried to express horror, but it was a poor performance. "Well," she went on, "how can I let such things continue?" "How indeed?" I agreed. "So what are you going to do about it?" I sat down and gestured Ashley to sit next to me, pulling her close and putting her head on my shoulder. She had stopped crying now, but buried her face against me. "I plan to go to the police and get your nasty ass thrown in jail where it belongs," she snarled, before returning to her pose. "You've been having sex with at least two underage girls, and probably dozens of others." "No doubt," I agreed with a laugh, giving Ashley a kiss on her nose. She tried to smile at me, but was too frightened. "Tom, I'm so sorry," she said, starting to cry again, "I never should have invited her to your place -- this wouldn't have happened." "Maybe I'll go to the FBI," Sarah mused. "You took us across state lines, you know." "I'd do the FBI, if I were you," I advised. "So much more impressive than the Phoenix PD." Sarah laughed. "You're doing a good job of trying to be Joe Cool about this -- I suppose you think I'm joking, but... " She was right that my calm demeanor was a put-on. I was boiling mad, but it's easy to ignore threats and maintain a veneer of calm when you've got Reward on your side. "No, actually, I don't think you're joking," I answered, "but I also don't think you're planning to go to the police. What does that gain you? It doesn't seem like the Sarah Mallory style -- blackmail seems more likely." "You certainly are a very smart guy -- just like Ashley always says. Yep, blackmail it is," she said with another laugh. "You know, in the movies the blackmailer always says something like "blackmail is such an ugly term" and then suggests some euphemism. I don't mind it at all." I asked for her terms. "Don't pay her, Tom!" Ashley pleaded. "She can't prove anything." Sarah laughed again -- she was really enjoying herself. "You think I didn't think of that, you stupid little bitch? I don't have to prove anything. So what if he gets off? The publicity will still ruin him and his business." She returned her attention to me. "I want a million up front and twenty-five thousand a month for the next seven years. At that point, the statute of limitations expires and you're off." I didn't know what the statute of limitations was on statutory rape and interstate transport of underage girls, but it appeared Sarah had done her homework, and I saw no point in challenging her legal analysis. I rather admired her for not thinking small. I also idly wondered what a guy in this position would do without Reward. Would I pay up or try to brazen it out? Would I bargain with her, or kill her? I think I might very well try to kill her. Oh well, I'd never know. "What makes you think I have that kind of money?" I asked. "I've seen your house." "Good point," I replied, "but that doesn't mean I have a million in cash lying around." "I'll give you a week," she answered, getting up. "Sorry to leave, but I have homework to do. Don't forget the test in Spanish, Ashley," she added cheerily. "Won't your parents think it a bit strange when you suddenly have a bulging bank account?" I asked. "Screw 'em." "Another good answer," I replied. "Okay, I'll get you your money within the next few days. See you later, Sarah." My daughter left, still very sure of herself, but perhaps wondering about how easily I'd capitulated. I was happy to let her wonder. When she was gone, Ashley again cried on my shoulder, apologizing for introducing Sarah into our midst. "She used to be such a good friend," she said wonderingly. "I don't know what happened to her." "I wonder about that too," I said. "But let's not worry about Sarah right now." I held her close and kissed her lightly on her forehead, her eyes, her nose. We cuddled like that for quite a long time. I honestly had no intentions of doing anything sexual; it didn't seem like the right atmosphere. But I forgot that sex can be, among its many other qualities, a great healer. As we kissed and embraced, Ashley, already emotionally overwrought, became steadily more excited, her hands beginning to run down my back. "Tom," she said at last, "let's go to my room." As we walked down the hall, she said, "Do you remember, this is where we did it the first time?" I remembered. The room was still the same teenage mess as before; I wondered if the crumpled McDonald's bag on the floor was the same one that had been there almost a year and a half before. "I remember that you were very shy and uncertain of yourself," I said, kissing her. "I remember you didn't think you were very sexually attractive," I added, beginning to unbutton her blouse, as she smiled happily at me. "I remember you thought your breasts were too small." "I still do," she answered, giggling. "But all that matters is that you like them... and that you love me." "I do and I do." We embraced in a long, deep kiss that ended only when we couldn't breathe. Ashley finally pulled away, saying we needed to hurry, because her parents would be home soon. She turned toward the bed, and I had another flashback. I remembered playing with her body that day as we looked into the big mirror over her dresser, and telling her what I was doing as she gradually became aroused and ready to have sex with me for the first time. I told Reward to send Ashley's parents on a long errand, and removed her worry about their return. Then I stopped her with a hand around her waist. My other hand reached under her open blouse and cupped her breast. "Do you remember, Ashley?" I asked softly. "Do you remember watching in the mirror as I stroked your breasts?" She smiled and nodded, looking at my hand caressing her small breast through her bra, as the other hand rubbed her flat belly. "Do you remember that I told you how beautiful you are, and that I took your bra off, and that I pinched your nipples like this?" I pulled her nipples out away from her body, then released them and again cupped the two breasts. Ashley just looked at her reflection in the mirror and leaned against me, breathing faster. I nibbled on her neck and ear, as one of my hands traveled down her body, slipping under the waist of her skirt. "Do you remember that I took your panties off and touched your pussy for the first time and you were very wet?" She was whining slightly now, her eyes closed, as my finger slid into her hot pussy. "Do you remember that I told you that I was going to make love to you, that I was getting your hot pussy ready for my cock?" "Oh god, Tom, I'm ready." I released the button on her skirt and it dropped to the floor, then I lowered her panties to the middle of her thighs, as far as I could push them. "Look at yourself," I whispered in her ear as my finger again entered her. "You're getting finger-fucked," I said, "and your pussy is wet and hot, and you're turning me on." She turned to kiss me. "I want you turned on." "Then why don't you finger yourself," I suggested, "and we'll both watch." Ashley had never masturbated with me present, but she was hot enough to try anything. She slipped a finger into her vagina, grinning sheepishly at the mirror. I again slid both my hands over her breasts and began massaging them, simultaneously rubbing the nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Ashley was getting more excited, and was now staring at herself in the mirror. "Are you hot, Ashley?" I asked. She nodded, slack-jawed. "Then open your pussy wide for me," I whispered. "Use both hands." She reached between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy, exposing the pink interior and the very erect clitoris, which she began to rub lightly. "You're wide open for me, aren't you, Ashley?" I asked, kissing lightly on her ear as I whispered. She looked into the mirror, then grinned, saying, "God, this is so dirty." I laughed softly. "Are you a dirty girl?" Again she grinned, then put on a little girl voice, simpering into the mirror. "No, I'm a sweet innocent girl who's being taken advantage of by a nasty man, just like Sarah says." She turned her head and kissed me. "Fuck me, nasty man." We were only about a foot from her bed, and she bent over, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. "Come on," she said with another simper, "Put your nasty cock in my sweet innocent little pussy." I couldn't resist that invitation, particularly as it was underlined by a wiggle of Ashley's shapely ass. I reached under that ass to separate the pouting lips of her pussy and slid my cock into her. I had not been exaggerating when I said it was wet -- my cock slid in easily. Ashley and I had by now had sex many times -- dozens, hundreds of times. But I never tired of her, never was bored. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly as I entered her, and when I was fully in her she sighed softly and moved her ass, trying to get just a bit more. Then she was still and said softly, "Don't move, Tom, I just want to feel you in me." I didn't move, but I couldn't resist returning to our game. "Look at yourself in the mirror, little girl. Look at the nasty man fucking you." She looked up to see me grinning at her, and herself bent over to receive my cock. She giggled softly. "Man, this is so strange. I feel like a voyeur, watching myself get fucked." She wiggled her ass, laughing at the image of herself. "Come on, nasty guy," she said then, "why aren't you fucking me? Don't you like sweet innocent girls?" I pulled out and pushed back into her, a bit harder than usual. "Yeah," I said gruffly, "I like to fuck sweet innocent girls real hard, because they're not used to it." Ashley grunted as my cock drove into her, then pushed back. "Oh yeah, do it hard to me, nasty man, do it real hard." Then we quit the game and just went at it as hard as we could, driving the ugly images of betrayal out of our memories with the fervor of our coupling. I grabbed Ashley's hips and slammed my cock into her hard and fast, while she pushed her cunt back at me with equal passion. There was no way we could fuck at such a pace for long, and it was only a few moments before Ashley was climaxing, her squeals of delight ringing through the room and convulsion rippling through her body. Just a stroke or two more and I was shooting into her. Ashley fell forward onto the bed, and I lay down beside her. If I thought we were done, though, I was greatly mistaken. As soon as I was on the bed, Ashley rolled over and spread her thighs. "Do me again, nasty man," she said with a leer. I laughed. "You know, I don't think you're as sweet and innocent as you pretend to be." Ashley took the opportunity to change the game. She stuck two fingers in her pussy and began to run them in and out. "I'm not. I'm a dirty, nasty little slut, and I want a hard cock in my slut pussy." Unfortunately, Ashley had a hard time with this role, and started to giggle. I tried not to laugh at her. "Any hard cock," I asked, "or is there a particular cock you'd prefer?" Working hard at keeping a straight face and trying to sound tough, she answered, "Stick your cock in me and I'll decide if it's hard enough for me. If not I'll go out and spread my legs on the sidewalk and let the whole neighborhood fuck me." We both laughed at that image. "Well," I said, as seriously as I could, "I guess I'd better fuck you then, because I don't want you corrupting all the little boys around here." I rolled atop her and kissed her deeply, caressing her breasts, then moving my head down to take one of the small breasts into my mouth. As I suckled it, Ashley sighed with contentment, putting her hand on the back of my head and holding me close. "This is fun, Tom," she said at last, "but I don't want any more games. I just want you to show me that you love me." I kissed her deeply again, lying atop her for long moments. We remained locked in that embrace until she moved her hips slightly and I simply sank into her, my cock sliding almost with direction from me into her sopping pussy. We again stayed motionless for a long time, my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my tongue equally deep inside her mouth, our arms wrapped around each other as we hugged each other tightly. Then I slowly pulled about halfway out, and equally slowly reentered, setting up a languid rhythm, our hips barely moving, our mouths remaining locked. This was the sort of fuck that takes a long time, and had Reward not been vigilant, no doubt Ashley's parents would have walked in to the sight of their daughter with her legs spread wide and her boyfriend between them. But that didn't happen, of course, and Ashley and I fucked quietly on, increasing our pace only gradually. Finally, Ashley's legs wound themselves around my back, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and she whispered in my ear the single word, "Now." I sped up, driving my cock deep into her, as her hips pushed up at me. I entered her with long, smooth strokes, pulling out each time to come back harder. Her heels dug into my butt as we sped up, urging me on, and soon her arms pulled me to her, demanding the short, rapid strokes she needed for her orgasm. I drove into her again and again, continuing through her contractions, and then at last, as she fell limply to the bed, driving one more time deep into her and resting there to shoot my seed into her womb. We lay locked together for a long time afterward, enjoying the afterglow, before I reluctantly took my withered cock out of her, and pulled away. Even then, we lay side by side for a while before anyone spoke. While the sex had been good, it hadn't totally driven the day's earlier events from Ashley's mind. "Tom," she asked pensively, "I know you have a lot of money and all that, but can you really afford to give Sarah a million dollars?" I laughed. "I could if I wanted to, but don't worry about Sarah any more. She's not going to get her million and she's not going to ever bother you again." It's a measure of Ashley's faith in me that there was not a flicker of doubt on her face as she asked, "What are you going to do?" I kissed her pretty nose as I got up to leave. "Your parents will be home soon," I said. "I'll tell you about it later." Then I was gone. Enjoyable as this interlude with Ashley had been, when it ended, Ashley's memory had returned to Sarah and it was no different for me. Despite my brave words to Ashley, and despite my knowledge that I could deal with the situation, exactly how to deal with it remained an open question. I drove home rather than having myself transported, to give myself time to think about the situation. I've made plain any number of times in this narrative that I disapproved of my daughter's greed and self-centeredness. But I must admit that I'd been shocked that she'd stoop to blackmail. And on a rather grand scale. I wondered as I drove what Sarah's plans were relative to her mother and me. When I'd asked this question earlier, I'd received the airy reply "screw 'em!", but I presumed that she must have some type of plan in mind. She was still a few months short of her eighteenth birthday, so she couldn't even withdraw money from her small savings account without our signatures. And I presumed a deposit of a million dollars to such an account might raise the bank manager's eyebrows. Neither could she spend a significant portion of the money without attracting attention. I supposed she must be planning to sit on the money until her birthday, and then perhaps moving out on her own. Anyway, it was all academic, since no such thing was going to happen. The question was how I should deal with my darling little blackmailer. As a father, the usual range of punishment options occurred to me, from a good talking-to, through various degrees of grounding, to disemboweling. The first two I rejected as insufficient, the latter as too messy. I could hear Chris now, saying, "Don't think you're going to strew internal organs all over the family room and leave it for me to clean up." Knowing me as you do by now, forty-eight chapters into this story, it's not going to surprise you to learn that, having rejected more traditional forms of chastisement, my thoughts turned to sexual punishments. Part of the reason, beyond my own obsessions, was because I asked Beth for advice. This being a problem I couldn't very well discuss with Chris, but feeling that I needed another parental perspective, I dropped in on Beth after leaving Ashley's house. She was, at the moment, in her dungeon, having her pussy eaten by one of her male slaves. The slave was simultaneously being butt-fucked by a female slave with a strap-on, who was being fucked by a male, and so on, through about thirty or so participants. While I admired the smooth efficiency of the operation, I asked Beth if she could suspend the action long enough to help me out. With a wave of her hand, she made everybody freeze in mid-stroke, reluctantly getting up from beneath her slave, who remained in position, his tongue poised over a pussy that was no longer there. Had I expected any sympathy from Beth, I would have been sorely disappointed. Luckily I hadn't. When I had finished explaining the situation, and she had finished laughing, she said, "See? That's what you get for being so damned respectable and hanging out with sweetie-pies like Ashley. If you're a real lowlife scumball, nobody can blackmail you. Can you imagine somebody trying that shit on Hitler or Al Capone or somebody like that?" I agreed that both cases seemed unlikely, but added that she wasn't helping any. Unfortunately, Beth's ideas were no more serviceable than mine. She best suggestion was that I turn Sarah over to her, and that she could lock her in the dungeon for a week or so, and have her gang-raped twenty-four hours a day by the slaves. Given that that's the best, you have some idea of the nature of the others. Beth, I decided, was becoming seriously twisted. She was helpful, however, in turning my thoughts to using sex as a punishment. But my idea was to go in a different direction than Beth had in mind. Given that Sarah was such a randy little piece, the best punishment I could impose would be to take her sexual pleasures away. Letting Beth return to getting her pussy eaten, I left for home. My last sight as I climbed the stairs out of the dungeon was of Beth getting back in position under her slave's tongue and the assembly-line fuck churning into motion again. ------- Chapter 49: Crime and Punishment "So, Sarah, what've you been up to lately?" I asked casually as I entered the family room. She was watching some brain-dead sitcom with an annoying laughtrack that to my ear merely emphasized how unfunny most of the dialogue was. But you're not here to listen to me rail against the vast wasteland, are you? I had had Reward send Chris and Thomas out on an errand so that Sarah and I could be alone. She barely glanced up as she replied, in her usual bored voice, "Nothing much." "Nothing new? Like blackmailing people?" The look of shock was delightful. "He told you?" she gulped out after a long pause. I could see the wheels clicking as she calculated her situation. "Not exactly." I was surprised at the speed of her recovery. And, in a perverse way, rather proud. My daughter was a quick thinker, and moved quickly into a strong fallback position. "You can't stop me -- what he's doing is illegal, and I have a perfect right to go to the police," she said. Then her wheels started clicking again -- it was a hastily taken position, good for a temporary defense while she regrouped, but she needed a counterattack. "Going to the police is one thing, but that isn't your intention, is it?" I asked, waiting for her next move. She was ready now; I saw her smirk come back, then turn into a sneer. "If you try to stop me, I'll ruin you the same way. I'll tell them you've been screwing me since I was twelve." Once embarked on a career of crime, Sarah wasn't going to let a little thing like perjury stand in her way (and of course it wasn't totally perjury, though she didn't know that). Her confidence increased as she spoke and she saw the power of this attack. "What'll Mom say when she hears that? She'll cut your nuts off." She paused to study my look of shock, as I had recently enjoyed hers. She'd really stop at almost nothing. Emboldened, she went on. "So what did the great O'Malley stud tell you? He told you I was blackmailing him, but did he tell you that he took your daughter over to California and fucked her silly all one weekend?" She was speaking fast now, pressing her advantage. "Yeah, did he tell you about having me and Ashley in the sack and doing us both at the same time?" "Well, actually," I said slowly, "he didn't exactly tell me those things." I crossed to the sofa and sat down. "Perhaps you ought to show me the sort of things you did with him." Again, a look of shock, followed by an even greater shock as she realized she was nude, and still greater as she felt herself walking toward me and then kneeling in front of me, suddenly aware that, independent of her will, her hands were unzipping my pants and her mouth was taking in my cock. She tried to say something starting with "What the hell... ?" but by that time her mouth was full of cock. Her lips closed over the head of my prick, then slid steadily down the length until her nose was almost brushing my belly. Her tongue was dancing around the head, poking at the hole, then wrapping around the head, swirling and tickling. As Sarah's head began bobbing up and down on my cock, I asked, "Is this what you did for Tom O'Malley?" She looked up and nodded her head, which made my cock bump against the roof of her mouth. Then she began sucking again as I commented that I could understand why he had enjoyed the weekend with her so much. "He told me that you're one hell of a slut, that you'd do almost anything except buttfuck. Is that true?" Again she looked up at me, uncomfortable with the question, but beginning to get turned on, despite (or perhaps because of) her helplessness. She nodded again. It suddenly occurred to me that using Sarah sexually against her will was not necessarily going to be a punishment for her. But it was certainly, as always, a pleasure for me. Sarah's mouth was squishing wetly as she drove her lips up and down the length of my shaft, speeding up as she could feel me nearing my climax. I grabbed the back of her head and drove my cock deep into her mouth, burying her face in my belly, then pulling back and pushing forward twice more before my sperm shot out into her throat. As I released her and leaned back onto the sofa, Sarah fell backwards onto the floor in front of me. Her legs were apart and her fingers buried deep in her pussy. I watched her frigging herself, the fingers of one hand driving deeper into her vagina, her other fingers rubbing in a circular motion on her very erect clitoris. Her eyes were closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face. Her hips drove up at her fingers. Her large breasts, standing nearly straight up despite her position, jiggled slightly as her hips thrust up. Both her hands moved faster as her fingers dug in deeper, and her breath came faster and louder, eventually becoming a series of choking gasps as she strove harder for her climax. Still she sped up more, her face flushed red with the exertion, now seemingly not breathing at all as she grunted with the effort of bringing herself off. Her hands dug deeper into her cunt, her hips drove up harder, and it seemed her entire body was in motion. Then, suddenly, everything stopped. She froze, and just a brief high-pitched yelp escaped her lips. She remained rigid for several moments, her hips suspended six inches off the carpet, her mouth open after her cry, before gradually settling down with a whistling sigh. Then she lay there, her knees spread lewdly wide, one hand falling limp to the side, the other remaining buried in her pussy, her head lolling to the side with a blissful smile on her face. A moment before, I had been lying back, satisfied, after my blowjob, while Sarah was hot and needing release. Now she was satiated, and I was once again ready, turned on by watching her masturbate. Even if I had cared whether she wanted to fuck, however, there would have been nothing to worry about, since it didn't take Sarah long to get ready for another round. Just as I slid down to the floor beside her, Sarah was stirring. Her eyes opened as I neared her and she smiled, opening her arms and saying, "Oh yes, daddy. I want to be fucked." "You're daddy's little slut, aren't you?" I asked. Again she looked uncomfortable at the way I was talking, but quickly recovered. Something I remembered from our previous experiences was that Sarah loved to talk dirty during sex. She smiled lewdly. "Yeah, I'm my daddy's slut. I love having my daddy shove his cock into my hot little cunt." "How about your hot little ass?" I asked. She paused, uncertain. "It's good you didn't buttfuck for Tom O'Malley," I went on. "That way you still have a cherry to give your father." "No, daddy," she said urgently, "just fuck my pussy -- I don't think I'd like it in my ass." She became coquettish and cajoling. "You'll like my pussy, it's hot and tight." She reached between her legs to pull open the lips as far as they'd go. "Look at my fuckhole, it's all hot and wet for you. C'mon," she urged, "fuck your little girl." "I don't care what you'd like," I said, softly but firmly. "I want your ass -- so spread your cheeks." Sarah looked a little frightened, but just said, "I don't know how to do it." "It's easy," I said. "Put your knees up all the way, then reach under and open wide." She did as she was told, and I knelt over her, looking down on her as she looked nervously up at me. My god, what a sight! My daughter was, as I've said many times before, an incredibly beautiful young woman. She was doubly so right now, lying on her back, her beautiful breasts jutting up, her legs spread wide, her wet pussy glistening, and her hands holding open her virgin ass, the little puckered hole barely peeping open. She looked up at me expectantly. "Is this the right way?" "That's it," I said as I lowered myself down on her. She took in her breath sharply as the head of my cock brushed against the little hole. "Is it going to hurt?" she asked in a little voice. "Probably some," I answered. "The more you relax, the less it will hurt." She nodded as my cock pressed against her asshole, pushing slightly forward. She tensed as the head pushed through and I paused briefly before pushing again. She winced as the full head passed through her sphincter. "It hurts," she said. "Feels good to me," I answered, though I paused again for just a moment before pushing just a little more forward. "Please go slow," she whimpered as another fraction of an inch entered her. "Slow?" I asked mockingly. "You're a slut, aren't you? Sluts are supposed to be fucked hard." I pushed another fraction forward. Sarah said nothing more, just gritting her teeth as I pushed steadily forward. Actually, by that point the worst (from her standpoint) was over. My cock now slid steadily in, and after only moments more my belly was resting against her pussy and my cockhead was far up in her bowels. I rested, again, for just a moment, before beginning to draw my cock slowly out. When only a bit of the head remained inside her sphincter I pushed forward again, not hard, but with a steady motion. Sarah winced again, but when I repeated the movement she took it without apparent pain. Again and again I pulled out, pushing forward a bit harder each time. Finally I felt the first response from Sarah. "You like it, don't you?" I asked. "It's... good," she responded, after a pause. "You're a real slut, aren't you?" I asked. She looked up at me defiantly. "Yes," she said. "I'm a slut. I love having men stick their cocks in me. I'm a fucking little whore, and I have my father's cock in my ass and I love it." It was as though I had pushed the "filthtalk" button. She was started and she kept going as her hips began pushing harder up at me and my cock drove faster and deeper into her ass. "Fuck my ass, daddy!" she urged. "Fuck your sweet little girl's butt! Stick your cock way up inside me." She paused only briefly to catch her breath as I began pounding harder into her. "C'mon," she yelled. "Look at me, daddy. Look at your little girl spread wide open so you can fuck her. I'm a slut. You're right, I'll open my legs for damn near anybody. All I want is to have a cock in me -- I'll fuck anything that moves." I was getting hotter and hotter as I listened to her talk and as I felt the delicious tightness of her virgin ass. I slammed down into her harder now, as she raised her hips up higher and pushed her ass back against my cock. "Stick it in me!" she yelled, then howled as the first waves of her orgasm began. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, then there were no more words, just a shout of ecstasy. I slammed her ass a few more times, feeling her contractions, then buried my cock deep inside her, grinding against her as I tried to get it farther up, and shot my sperm into her bowels. I had certainly enjoyed this excursion into my daughter's bowels. But, I reflected as I pulled my cock out and looked into the still-gaping hole leaking my seed, so had Sarah. And that wasn't part of the plan. Sarah knew how much I had enjoyed it and, confused as she was by the power she was beginning to realize I held, she still thought she was in a good bargaining position. As she recovered from her orgasm, she began kissing my belly, working up to licking my nipples. "Wasn't that great, Daddy?" she asked seductively. "There's no need for you to stop me, we can get the money and then you can fuck me like that all the time." She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. "Let's do it again," she cajoled. "Pussy or ass, I don't care." She was too eager. "No, I don't think so, Sarah." I shook my head. "You know, you told Tom O'Malley once that you were the school slut... " Not an exact quote, but close enough. She just stared. "... and just now you said you'd fuck anything that moves -- have you fucked every guy in the school yet?" I asked. She shook her head dumbly, too confused to protest the insult. "Who haven't you fucked?" I asked. As she stammered, I amended the question. "Who is the absolute last person in the school you'd let near your pussy?" I had Reward dose her with truth serum, since I didn't trust her to answer correctly. "Rodney Resnewski," she answered slowly, reluctantly, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the name. Again I called on Reward, this time to provide me with a mental image of Rodney Resnewski. Almost immediately, I regretted my decision -- it was not a pretty picture. Rodney was a kind of poster child for Murphy's Law -- almost everything that could go wrong, aesthetically, with a male human being, had gone wrong with the boy. Thick glasses, advanced acne, buckteeth, misshapen nose, scraggly hair, obesity... you name it, Rodney had it in excess. Add to this a body odor that was the envy of every skunk in the southwestern states and halitosis that had been known to set afire the surgical masks that prudent people generally wore in his presence, throw into the mix a personality as repulsive as his appearance, and you have a subject worthy of my evil plans. The nature of my evil plans began to be revealed to Sarah when I told her to call Rodney Resnewski and invite him over. In response I got a sneering, "Yeah, right." The sneer, however, was replaced by a look of horror as Sarah found herself picking up the phone, dialing, and saying seductively, "Hey, Rodney, this is Sarah Mallory; I wonder if you could come over to my house?" "Oh, I don't know," she said coyly, in answer obviously to his question, "maybe we could, you know, just do something. My parents aren't home," she added. Just in case Rodney was not a total idiot, I had Reward allay any suspicions he might have that he was being set up, and very shortly the doorbell rang. We had occupied the interval by Sarah asking me repeatedly, and in various forms, what the hell was going on, how I could make her call him ("I don't even know the asshole's phone number")... to all of which I replied, "Figure it out." "I told him my parents aren't here," she pointed out. "I'll make myself invisible," I replied. Her mouth gaped open, but she didn't ask any more questions. We knew Rodney had arrived before the bell rang, since his smell preceded him by some distance. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but he was awful. When Sarah opened the door I almost (but not quite) felt sorry for her. Rodney couldn't see my pity, however, since he couldn't see me. Nor could he see Sarah's horror at being in such proximity to this walking (or waddling) horror, since what he saw was her simpering prettily and saying, "I'm glad you hurried, Rodney -- that means we'll have lots of time alone." Rodney was still questioning his luck, though, and couldn't avoid asking, "Why did you invite me over, Sarah? You've never talked to me before. You and your gang treat me like a fuckin' leper." "That's one of the things I like about you, Rodney," Sarah found herself answering. "You don't care what people think. You're the lone, silent, mysterious outsider." I saw an opportunity to have some fun here, and I let Reward take over writing Sarah's dialogue for her, but told him to have her make it really thick, and also to have Rodney buy it, no matter how thick it got. Sarah looked down at her feet shyly, and said slowly, "I was afraid to talk to you, Rodney. I thought you were too far above me, and I was afraid of rejection. But today, I decided I just had to take a chance, or live in regret forever." As Rodney's chest swelled, to a point where it at least competed for prominence with his belly, Sarah went on. " I can't help it," she said breathily, "I really go for grossly fat, ugly guys." Rodney, clearly overwhelmed by such sweet talk, was no less surprised at her words than she was. He smiled at her yellowly and stepped toward her, causing a further outpouring of Sarah's verbal passion. "How I've longed to run my hands through your greasy, unkempt hair," she said. "To kiss your pimples, and to rub myself against your belly while I feel the sweat stains on your bulging polo shirt. I want you close to me so I can fully immerse myself in all your noxious odors while I caress your rolls of fat. I've lain awake nights dreaming of having you between my legs, though probably my legs won't open that wide." While this talk was clearly getting Rodney seriously worked up, he was also pretty much immobilized by it. Nothing like this had ever happened to him and he didn't know what to do next. I helped him out by having Reward take his and Sarah's clothes off. I almost immediately regretted it -- he looked even worse than I might have imagined. But then, that was the plan, wasn't it? The look he saw on Sarah's face, however, was awestruck admiration. "Ooh, Rodney," she cooed. "You're so sexy -- your tits are bigger than mine." I had to admit she was almost right, though in fairness hers were firmer. Rodney, too, was impressed by what he saw. "Shit, Sarah," he said eloquently, "you're prettier than some of those babes I download from the binaries groups. I like to jack off when I'm looking at them," he added, reaching down to the penis hidden below his massive belly. That gave me an idea, and I had Sarah lay back on the bed and open her legs. "Would you like me to pose for you?" she asked. "Maybe I can get you just as hot as the girls on the net." Rodney couldn't speak, but managed to nod dumbly as Sarah began striking a series of poses, her tongue licking out from her mouth, holding her breasts out toward the non-existent camera, spreading her legs, pulling her pussy lips wide. Merely being a voyeur at this scene was beginning to be unsatisfying. Perhaps because of the presence of two high school kids, perhaps merely because I had thought of her several times since the football game, I remembered the cheerleader I had fucked that night. I had Reward summon her clone, who was immediately beside me, in her cheerleader outfit, the skirt of which she lifted with a leering glance at me, to assure me that she was once again pantieless. Then she looked around. "Sarah?" she said in surprise, then turned to me. "I didn't know you were Sarah's father," she said. Then she took in the rest of the company. "Rodney Resnewski?!?!" Her nose twitched. "What's he doing here?" she asked me. "He's Sarah's new boyfriend," I replied, setting her off in a torrent of giggles, accompanied by a gasp of horror from Sarah. "Geez," the little cheerleader said with a mix of amazement and anticipation, "wait till I tell everybody at school about this. Geez," she repeated, "Sarah Mallory and Rodney Resnewski. Jason's really gonna be pissed." "How about a blowjob?" I asked, feeling that our past relationship had put us on a plane where subtlety was unnecessary. "Sure," she answered, getting down on her knees in front of me. "That way I don't have to look at him." She lowered my pants and slipped my cock into the moist warmth of her mouth, after first licking its length. After a few sucks, she turned to sucking my balls, then was back to my cock. The little cheerleader's mouth was, as on the previous occasion, delightful, and was assisted in its ability to arouse me by the show I was watching. Sarah was, as always, gorgeous and she was putting on quite a display of perversity. Though many of the poses were ludicrous, they were also sexy as hell and had quite an effect on both Rodney and me. Rodney, on the other hand, was as anti-erotic as it's possible to be, but periodically I forced myself to look over at him to see how he was doing. He was doing quite well, it appeared, his hand stroking back and forth on his cock as his eyes were glued to Sarah's performance on the bed. Just when I thought Sarah might be running out of variations on thrust out chest, spread legs, get on all fours and wiggle butt, Reward provided her with a dish of vegetables to insert into her various orifices. Carrots, cucumbers, and other appropriately shaped gifts of the earth went into her cunt and ass. When this grew old, he began dressing her in different costumes. First she was in a slinky satin teddy, then a dom's black leather, then a Japanese schoolgirl's sailor suit, and finally tight vinyl/pvc. In each costume she again went through the standard poses and played with the vegetables. I was getting hot and stroking harder into the willing mouth before me. Judging by his breathing, Rodney was near eruption as well. Finally, Reward had Sarah tied to the bed, her legs spread wide and able to move only enough to thrust her hips forward in a fucking motion. "Oh, Rodney, Rodney," she gasped, "please fuck me, Rodney." Rodney, however, didn't fuck her. It was too late for that. He stepped closer to the bed and shot his sperm onto her face. Meanwhile I grabbed a ponytail and pulled my little friend closer as I shot my load down her throat. As I pulled my cock out of her throat and mouth, with thanks, I made the girl disappear. Then I looked at Rodney and Sarah. I saw him standing over her, the last drips of sperm hanging from the end of his cock, his eyes still closed in bliss. I watched his sperm drip down Sarah's nose and off her chin, accompanied by a little tear coursing down each cheek. I still didn't feel sorry for the brat, but I decided she'd had enough for now. So Rodney put his clothes back on, kissed Sarah good-bye and left, after suggesting, to Sarah's horror, a return engagement the next day. She smiled sweetly, however, and told him she would be counting the minutes. When he was gone, though, and Reward removed his controls, she wailed, "My god! He'll be talking about me all over the school. Nobody would believe him, but Mandy will back him up." Then another, even more horrifying thought struck her. "He'll try to talk to me!" "Is that her name?" I asked. "Mandy? I always just think of her as the second cheerleader from the right." "She gives you blow jobs, and you don't even know the little bitch's name?" "I'll admit it's a somewhat unorthodox relationship," I acknowledged. "You don't like her?" "She's a slut," Sarah snarled. I recall reading that Ty Cobb, the legendary baseball player and scumball, once described a pitcher from his era, Carl Mays, as "a dirty player." I've always thought of that as the ultimate example of a pot calling the kettle black, but Sarah referring to somebody as a slut was certainly a close second. Sarah of course didn't know that the Mandy she saw was a clone and that the real Mandy didn't know about her liaison with Rodney. But that was okay, because I'd give Mandy the information. "So you're afraid Jason will hear about your little fling and say, 'Begone from me, scarlet woman, ' or something like that?" I asked. Apparently Sarah hadn't even considered Jason up to this point, since she gasped, "Omigod!" and wailed in dismay again. I felt a little sorry for Jason, since social pressure would make him give up what was certainly one of the finest pieces of ass he'd ever have, and he was pretty much an innocent bystander. But, I reflected, he'd still be getting enough good nookie from his sister to tide him over. My main concern, however, was with my punishment campaign. Turning Sarah over to Beth for s&m/b&d was not to my taste; and fucking her silly had failed (as even a moment's reflection would have told me it would) because she enjoyed it too much. The experiment with Rodney was the worst flop of all -- not only because I couldn't stand to have the kid around, but more importantly because humiliation is not one of my favorite things. Obviously, I needed to give the matter more thought. At the moment, however, the sight of Sarah, still tied spread-eagled on the bed, and still as beautiful and sexy as ever, had me pretty hot. I had Reward clean Rodney's leftovers off her face, then placed myself between her legs and entered her with a single stroke. Sarah grunted in mild discomfort as my cock entered her, but by the third or fourth stroke was moving her hips in time to mine, and soon after was urging me on with whispers of, "Fuck me, daddy." I began pushing into her harder, drawing heightened responses from her, when something reminded me of the time I fucked Mandy at the football game. And that gave me the idea for Sarah's next punishment. ------- Chapter 50: Sarah Doesn't Get What She Wants As the last chapter ended, you may recall, I was in the middle of a nice little fuck with a tied-down Sarah, when (for whatever reason) I thought of the time a couple weeks previous that I had fucked Mandy, the little cheerleader, at the football game. Two things about that occasion came to mind. One was that it had been a lot of fun. Of course, I had just had Mandy's clone here sucking my dick, so that memory had been recently refreshed. The second memory, though, was that while I had buttfucked her, I had added a second dick, invisible, in her cunt. These two things gave me the idea for Sarah's punishment. I had thus far failed miserably in punishing her. But it occurred to me then that the best way to punish a child is to deprive her of her favorite toy, and in Sarah's case that was cock. It would be simple enough, of course, to simply make her celibate -- not difficult when her liaison with Rodney Resnewski had presumably caused a break-up with her boyfriend Jason. But that wouldn't be as much fun as adding in a bit of mental torture. An invisible cock had made me think about the concept of a nonexistent cock. Or at least a cock that the recipient, so to speak, couldn't feel. At the moment these thoughts occurred to me, Sarah, straining against the velvet ropes that bound her, was thrusting her pussy up against me and screaming obscenities to urge me on as she neared her orgasm. A puzzled look came over her face as she felt the sudden absence of my cock. Thinking that perhaps it had just slipped out, she moved her hips around, then paused for me to reinsert it. Then she looked down between her legs and saw me continuing to thrust into her pussy. "What the... ?" she cried, as I pushed into her again. She tried vainly to lock her legs around me, to pull me in more deeply, but the ropes prevented her. She pushed back at me harder, desperate for some stimulation. It felt great to me, and I groaned with pleasure as I felt my sperm rising in my balls. I lay down on top of her and slammed hard into her with a fast series of short strokes, ending as my cock spurted into her tight, hot cunt. When I had finished shooting, I pulled my cock out of her. "What happened?" she began, before I shushed her. "No talking yet, darling," I said. "First you need to clean my cock off." I put it in her mouth, and as she licked, I complimented her on the fuck we'd just had. "You've got a great little pussy, Sarah; I can see why everybody likes it so much. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I asked, grinning. When she had finished licking our combined juices off my cock, I stood up and had Reward release her from the ropes. She was very subdued, almost crushed. "Daddy," she asked in a small voice, "what's going on? Please tell me what's happening -- how can you do this stuff?" She was near tears again and, angry as I was with her, I still felt sorry for her. A crying female (especially my daughter) can almost always get her way with me. So I explained it. Not everything, but enough that Sarah understood that I could do with her, or anybody else, exactly as I pleased. I told her that I was Tom O'Malley (I don't think she quite believed me) and that I didn't much care for being blackmailed (that one she had no trouble accepting). When I was done, she still had one question: "What are you going to do with me?" "Nothing," I said. "Absolutely nothing." She could tell by my grin that I wasn't through. "Or," I added, "nothing that you can feel. I may fuck you, for example, like I just did, but you won't feel it -- so it amounts to nothing." She considered. "Is that all?" "That's it." She looked relieved. Given my power, at least some of which she had seen, she knew it could be a lot worse. What she didn't know about was part two of my plan. Part two, which began that evening, consisted of making sure that Sarah was constantly hot and constantly reminded that she had no way to become unhot. A big piece of it was parading Mandy (whom Sarah disliked intensely) in front of her as often as possible, generally while attached to my cock. So, when Sarah walked into the dining room that evening, she saw me seated at the table, with Mandy between my legs. Her eyes opened wide. "What's she doing here?" she asked, nodding toward Mandy. Thomas barely looked up from his comic book, while Chris glanced briefly at Mandy, then replied in a tone of weary tolerance, "Oh, she's just your dad's new playmate. You know how he is." Just then I pulled Mandy's cute little face a bit tighter in to my belly, pushed my cock into her throat, and shot my wad with a groan of satisfaction. "If you're through, Tom, it's time to start dinner," said Chris, laying the last of the dishes on the table. Mandy finished wiping off her mouth and got on her chair. "Hi, Sarah," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Sorry I didn't say hi before, but my mouth was full." She giggled. "This is really cool," she added. Sarah looked at her, then over at me, wondering what was going on now. "I just totally love your family," Mandy gushed. "I mean, like I don't think my father even fucks my mom, much less fucking everything else that moves." "Mandy," Chris spoke up sharply. "I hope I never hear you use that sort of language again. You're welcome to stay here as long as Mr. Mallory wants to use your body, but I expect everybody in this house to behave themselves and to use proper language." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Mallory," Mandy replied contritely. "It just slipped out." "That's okay, honey," Chris said with a smile, mollified. "Would you pass the potatoes, please?" Faithful readers will recall that I've done variations on this little scene of depraved domesticity a couple other times. So it was nothing new, but it was a scenario that I found occasionally amusing. And right now it was useful for driving Sarah crazy. I knew she wanted to stand up and scream something like, "Are you nuts?!?! Your husband just got a blowjob from my classmate and all you do is say 'Pass the potatoes'?????" But of course Reward wouldn't let her say that. So dinner passed quite pleasantly, though Sarah contributed little to the conversation. Only once, in fact, did she speak up at all. That was when I asked Mandy about her boyfriend, the tight end. "Ex-boyfriend," she laughed. "The pri-, er, jerk turned gay on me." I was taken aback for a moment, remembering that I had had the football players all having sex with each other. Had the kid had some residual effect from that? Or had it triggered something that was there? Did it have nothing to do with that game -- a mere coincidence? Or had I forgotten to change everything back to how it had been? -- I couldn't remember now. Shit, I thought, I don't want to screw up anybody's life. On the other hand, it was perhaps a narrow viewpoint to automatically assume that being gay screws up somebody's life. I reflected that the proper measure was happiness. I told Reward to find out if the kid was happier being gay. If so, I said to leave him that way. If not, then he should change him back. While I was thinking this through, Mandy had innocently (well, maybe not totally innocently) asked Sarah if she minded if she went after Jason. "I mean, now that you're with Rodney, I thought I might see if Jason might be interested in me." I could see that Sarah was about to respond with something along the lines of "Fuck you, bitch," or as close as she could get with Chris listening, so I forestalled her, and what came out was, "Well, of course that would be fine with me, Mandy." Helpfully, Sarah added that Mandy should be aware that Jason also had an ongoing relationship with his sister. "I mean, at first it freaked me," she noted, "but after a while I got cool with it. In fact," she giggled, "the sister's really pretty and sexy, and she and I, well... " Sarah paused. Mandy gasped, "You don't mean you... " Sarah nodded. "You might not go for that, but it's just something you ought to know about." "You could look on the sister as a dividend on the deal," I pointed out for Mandy. Chris was smiling pleasantly throughout this conversation. "It's very nice of you to help Mandy out with your old boyfriend, Sarah," she noted. "Who's Rodney?" she asked, going on to another subject. "Have I met him?" Sarah looked like she was about to vomit, so I replied for her that I had met him just recently and that he seemed a very pleasant young gentleman. Chris nodded, pleased at this endorsement, while Mandy giggled and Sarah fought to keep her dinner down. After dinner was finished, the table cleared, and the dishwasher filled, Chris wandered into the little spare room we call the office to pay bills, Thomas headed for his room to play on the computer, and I took the girls into Sarah's room to fuck. Well actually, I took Mandy in to fuck, and Sarah mostly to watch and help. Mandy was not wearing her cheerleader outfit this time, to my regret -- I had discovered that I had a bit of a fetish about that. But she was delightfully attired in another of my favorite teen outfits, tight cutoffs and a t-shirt that was several sizes too small for her, so I didn't complain too much. While I lay on the bed and had Sarah give me a blowjob, Mandy pulled off the t-shirt, revealing her hard little tits. She decided to be a tease, rubbing her breasts and making moaning noises. It reminded me of Sarah's routine as a porn model for Rodney Resnewski. Mandy gave her nipples one more tweak, then turned around, looking back coyly over her shoulder, as she pulled down the cutoffs. They were so tight that she had to wiggle her ass to squeeze out of them, though probably she didn't need to wiggle quite as much as she did. I enjoyed it immensely and told her so. "You've got a beautiful ass," I said, the sincerity of my remark evident in the growth of the cock in Sarah's mouth. She smiled over her shoulder, as her jeans at last fell down her legs and to the floor. "Does that mean you're going to buttfuck me?" "Do you want me to?" She nodded. "When you did it to me at the game, it kinda hurt, but I've been wanting to try it again, because it was kinda cool too." She came nearer and I pulled her down to me, kissing her lips, then moving down to those lovely little breasts. "I'm hard enough now," I told Sarah. "Why don't you suck Mandy's pussy for a while?" Pausing only to glare at me briefly, Sarah switched from cocksucking to pussylicking, and soon our combined ministrations had the tiny girl writhing with pleasure, before she came, loudly, pulling Sarah's face deep into her cunt. When she came down from her high, I lay beside her and suggested that she get on top of me and sit on my cock, since that would allow her to control the speed of entry and diminish the pain, though I expected her to have less this time. It appeared I was right, since she winced only once and only a little as she lowered herself onto my cock. It was a beautiful sight, with her hard little body spread open over me, her shaved pussy wide and the juices glistening inside, as I watched my cock slowly disappear into her asshole. When it was fully in, Mandy wiggled her ass a bit, a delightful sight and an even more delightful sensation, then began her slow up and down movement, while I just lay there, first watching and then closing my eyes and enjoying the delicious tight suction on my cock. I enjoyed the passive role for a few minutes, then opened my eyes and saw again the sweet little pussy gaping open before me. It looked like it needed a share of the action, so I had Reward insert an invisible vibrating dildo. I was into invisible things at the moment, as you can tell, no doubt. One benefit it provided was that it opened her vagina up completely, treating me to the sight of her interior walls pulsing with the pressure of the fuck, and her juices dripping to facilitate the vibrator's motions. Another benefit was its effect on Mandy. The girl immediately let out a small whoop of pleasure as she felt the first pulse of the dildo (and very nearly drew a whoop from me as she sped up her motions in response). She sped up further as Reward turned up the volume, finally falling forward on me, as her orgasm overcame her. As I held Mandy, I looked over at Sarah, who was vigorously frigging herself, trying to match Mandy's orgasm. I had forgotten, in taking the pleasures of my cock away from her, that nature had equipped her with ten substitutes that, though not quite as good, would suffice in a pinch. I told Reward to let her get close, but then cut her off. The point of this exercise was for Mandy to have as many orgasms as possible, and Sarah to have none. Meanwhile, though, I was looking for my own release and rolled Mandy over on her side. Removing my cock from her butt, I slid it into her little pussy, which was almost as tight. Now from behind I began slowly fucking her, while my hands reached around to knead her tits, hard little mounds tipped with nipples hard as pebbles. "Sarah," I suggested, "why don't you lick Mandy's pussy for her?" My suggestion was, of course, an order, and she reluctantly came over to the bed to obey. At the same time, she apparently saw a chance for herself, and lay in the sixty-nine position, silently inviting Mandy to return the favor. This the little cheerleader was more than willing to do, and as my daughter's legs separated, Mandy's tongue came forward and poked into the waiting pussy. I was having a great time, my cock enjoying Mandy's pussy and occasional licks from Sarah, my hands delighting in Mandy's little breasts. Mandy of course was getting the full effects of my fucking, my play with her tits, and Sarah's tongue on her clit. She came for the third time after only a few moments of this and, as Sarah and I kept going through the orgasm, her tremors came again and again. I let Sarah have some fun for a while, too, but had Reward keep her just short of an orgasm. Then, as I neared my own explosion, I took all feeling away from her. As I began a series of short hard strokes, and as Mandy pushed back at me and whimpered in her own continuing ecstasy, I saw Sarah suddenly look up in frustration, thinking Mandy had abandoned her. She looked at Mandy, seeing that the girl was still diligently licking her and groaned in dismay, realizing that I had again taken away her pleasure. Meanwhile, I was pounding into Mandy's cunt harder and harder, grabbing both tits tightly and pulling her hard to me as I shot into her. Sarah lay on her back and moaned in frustration as Mandy and I cuddled together in our pleasant afterglow. Mandy spent a good part of the next week or so dangling from my cock. She left to go to school each day, reporting back that things were going well with Jason. Unfortunately, she noted pointedly after several days, she didn't have time to fuck him much, just a couple quickies after school, before I got home from work. I took the hint -- it had been fun, but it was time to move on to something new. It hadn't of course been fun for Sarah, who joined in all our games, but was never allowed to cross the goal line (it was football season, so it seemed an appropriate metaphor). The poor girl was going mildly crazy, seeing sex going on around her almost constantly, seeing Mandy getting hour-long orgasms every night (and knowing that she was getting them from Jason every afternoon), but having no satisfaction of her own. It was time to move on, and I was debating whether Sarah had had enough. But even I didn't know what coming next, as Halloween neared. ------- Chapter 51: All Hallows' Eve As I gave out handfuls of mini-Snickers bars to a group of kids and then watched them head across the lawn to extort similar largesse from the Ralstons across the street, I reflected on how Halloween had changed since my childhood. Reflections on how things have changed, generally for the worse, are common among middle-aged men, so I won't bore you with the details. The salient points are simply that the holiday has morphed from strictly a kids' event into a major occasion for adult parties and hijinks (the Ralstons had invited all the adults in the neighborhood to a party at their house starting about nine, when the trick or treaters would be done), and that many people now put up Halloween decorations that were nearly as elaborate as those for Christmas. Again this thought was connected to the Ralstons, because I was watching the kids cross the street with their bags of candy toward a structure that Beth had decorated to look like the gingerbread house out of Hansel and Gretel, with Beth herself, I now noted, greeting the kids dressed as the wicked witch. As I watched Beth invite the kids in for their snacks (must be something elaborate, I reflected), another group, dressed as various Pokemon characters, came to our door, so I remained there to give them their treats. As they crossed the lawn toward Beth's, another group was approaching, so I stayed at my post. What I noticed as these kids crossed the street was that the second group was now entering Beth's house, and the first had not yet come out. What was going on? I mused. After watching a few minutes while serving up candy to one more group of kids, and watching that group in turn disappear into the gingerbread house, I decided that Beth was up to something, and that I needed to find out what. The first thing I found was that the witch at the front door wasn't Beth - it was a clone Beth had stationed there. Beth I found with fifteen or twenty kids in her dungeon, where she had eight-year-olds fucking each other, a girl of about ten stretched out on the rack and being whipped by her brother with a little boy licking her cunt while his best friend buttfucked him, and various other interesting but thoroughly deplorable perversions. After a quick look around, I froze everything. The next moment all the kids were gone, scampering down the street with their candy bags full and their heads emptied of all memories of Beth's dungeon. Beth was pissed of course, giving me her usual line about how I never let her have any fun, and that she wasn't really hurting any of the kids, and she was going to let them go with no memories, etc. I realized that I had to limit Beth's activities still further. Previously I had let her do anything she wanted within her house. Now I instructed Reward to prevent her from doing things anywhere if they could not easily be covered up. Fifteen or twenty missing kids, I informed him, were likely to cause a stink in the most broadminded community. Beth was outraged further at these new restrictions, of course. She was getting so far out that she could see no reason why anyone should look askance at torturing small children. After trying to talk some sense with her, I just left and figured she'd calm down eventually. A couple hours later, I found she had. I was seated on the sofa in the Ralston's living room, sipping on a drink and being thoroughly bored at Beth's party. I never cared much for costume parties, and had kept my involvement pretty minimal - I had put on a Diamondbacks jersey and cap and carried a glove to indicate that I was a baseball player. Beth saw me and crossed the room to sit next to me. "What's with the Little Bo-Peep rig?" I asked. "Mike rented the costumes - he's Little Boy Blue over there." I looked. He was talking with another neighbor, apparently about golf, based on the swing motions they were making. I couldn't resist asking: "Have you blown his horn for him?" "That's my clone's job now," she reminded me with a smile. "Still mad at me?" I asked. She laughed and shook her head. "I know how you are, Tom," she said easily. "Stodgy and boring?" I prompted. "That's close," she replied, laughing again. "Right now," I answered, "in addition to boring, I'm bored." "You aren't the only one," Beth replied. "Neighborhood parties aren't such a great idea anymore, I guess. Neighbors don't know each other." "If we want them to get to know each other, we could try party games," I suggested. I hastened to add that I was joking, but my suggestion nonetheless got the look of contempt it deserved. Then I was struck by inspiration. "Stodgy and boring am I?" I asked Beth rhetorically. "You don't like games?" I added. "For godsake, Tom, you're not going to try something like nudie musical chairs, are you?" "Not a bad idea," I allowed, "but not exactly what I had in mind. Fantasy games are very in right now, so let's let some of these people live out their fantasies - for our amusement." "You're going to have Reward read their minds?" she hazarded. "Another good idea, but I was just thinking about letting them act out the costumes they're wearing. Let's start with Elliott." Just then, a person I knew slightly, Elliott Lemond, a CPA from down the street, had walked by. He had apparently borrowed surgical scrubs and a stethoscope in a half-hearted attempt to dress as a doctor. He had looked as bored as the rest of us as he walked by, but now he turned and addressed Beth. "Beth, I think it's time for me to do your cervical exam. Why don't you get up on the table?" With a glance at me, Beth nodded agreement, then climbed up on the dining room table as Elliott indicated. "You'll have to undress, Beth," Elliott said reasonably, as Beth sat uncertainly. The Bo-Peep costume looked difficult to get out of, so I just had Reward instantly strip her. Elliott smiled happily at Beth's lovely body. "That's good, Beth, now lie back and spread your legs." He also turned to a couple men standing nearby and requested their help. "We don't have stirrups here, so could you hold her legs for me?" They agreed to lend a helping hand and supported Beth's legs as she hoisted them high and wide and her neatly trimmed pussy opened invitingly for her exam. I had Reward make the group think this was nothing out of the ordinary - just a sort of party game, in fact. Most continued talking; some others, finding it more interesting than their conversations, watched as Elliott did a digital exam that turned into a fingerfuck as Beth's hips began moving rhythmically. Beth's husband wandered by on his way to the bar just as Elliott got down on his knees to replace his fingers with his tongue. Mike, who of course is a doctor, smiled at the act, but felt constrained to note that "that's not how it's really done, you know." The onlookers chuckled appreciatively and Elliott looked up to smile at Mike, before returning to his work. Mike went on to the bar, returning in time to see Beth's hands wrap around her new gynecologist's head and pull him deeper into her cunt. A few moments later, her hips driving up into his face, she came, grunting with pleasure, as her body stiffened and then relaxed. Everyone congratulated the doctor and patient on a successful procedure, while Elliott rose and pulled down his scrub pants to perform an in-depth probe of Beth's vagina. Meanwhile, I had noticed that Elliott's wife, a mousy, plump woman, was standing nearby talking with another woman I didn't know, dressed similarly to her husband. Applying job titles in a shamelessly sexist manner, I decided first that she was a nurse, and then changed my mind to massage therapist. Turning from her neighbor she smiled at me and said, "Mr. Mallory, it's time for your massage." Nodding my assent, I stripped and stretched out on the sofa. For several minutes I had her give me a genuine massage, which was quite enjoyable. Then, having turned over, I pointed out to her that I'd been feeling a certain amount of stiffness in my penis - perhaps she could help me out. The masseuse looked at my crotch, agreed that there was a problem, and began stroking my cock. Though it felt good, it wasn't exactly what I was looking for, and I suggested that perhaps the massage might be more soothing if she were to use her pussy to do it. Ever helpful, she agreed again and, after pulling off her pants, straddled me and inserted my cock in her pussy. It wasn't the best vaginal prick massage I'd ever had - my masseuse, a mother of three, was a bit loose, so I had Reward tighten things up a bit (I wondered what Elliott would think). Still nothing great, but she did her job professionally and eventually I deposited a load of sperm in her. She smiled down at me as she felt my fluids spurt into her. "Oh, good," she said, "I think the massage worked." She climbed off. "Yes, that's much better," she said cheerfully as she inspected the results of her labors. "It appears to be considerably less stiff now." I agreed with her assessment and thanked her for her time, as she put her pants back on and rejoined the conversation she had left earlier. "Looked like you were having fun," I commented as Beth returned to sit next to me, again attired as Little Bo-Peep. "It was different," she grinned. "But he doesn't eat pussy as well as you, dear." "Thanks," I replied. "What do you want to do next?" She looked around slowly, considering the possibilities of the assorted ghosts, vampires, and other costumes. Finally her eyes alighted on somebody dressed as Superman, complete with outrageously padded arms, chest, and thighs. "Let's see if the Man of Steel has a Rod of Steel," she grinned as he walked toward her. I got up to give him room on the sofa next to her. "Hi, Lois," he greeted her as he sat. I looked around to see if there was a Wonder Woman or Supergirl around (although the idea of a Pussy of Steel is not all that inviting). None. But, I decided, if Beth could go the comic book route, so could I - nothing said that I had to limit myself to people and costumes actually present. I immediately summoned a clone of Sarah and - who would be good? - Mandy, of course. I altered them slightly, giving them pert, turned-up noses and big eyes, giving Sarah black hair and an aristocratic haughtiness. Mandy could stay pretty much as she was - except for changing her hair from plain blonde to yellow. Veronica and Betty. I made my hair orange and gave myself freckles. "Oooh, Archiekins," Betty cooed, "thanks for inviting me to this party. Do you want a blowjob?" "Watch it, bimbo," Veronica snarled. "I'm his date - you're just tagging along. If anybody gives carrot-top a suck it will be me." "No need to fight, girls," I assured them, unzipping my pants, "there's plenty of cock to go around." I whipped out my ten or so inches to demonstrate that there was no shortage, so to speak. The two teenagers dropped to their knees in front of me. I made my decision as judiciously as possible. "Betty first," I said, "because she asked first." To alleviate Veronica's immediately flaring temper, I suggested that she could give me a rim job and then I'd fuck her. Veronica gave in not at all graciously (her similarities to Sarah were numerous, I decided), but did, after some grumbling, station herself behind me, pull apart my ass cheeks and begin to explore my hole with her tongue. Betty, meanwhile, smiling up at me prettily, parted her lush red lips and took the monster cock slowly into her mouth. Mandy was a good cocksucker, of course, and Reward had apparently given Betty her ability. In any case, the suction, combined with Veronica's tongue in my ass, and the sight of Betty's pretty, innocent face split open by my huge cock, had the predictable effect. In only a few minutes, I could feel the tightening in my balls and I grabbed Betty's head in both my hands and began to thrust back and forth, fucking deep into her mouth. A moment later, her nose pressed against my belly and my cock halfway down to her stomach, I shot into her. "Wow, thanks, Archie," Betty cooed, totally unnecessarily, as I slowly pulled the long cock out of her mouth. She held on to it as long as possible, continuing to suck it clean as it emerged from between her lips. "That was the biggest load I ever swallowed," she said appreciatively. "Yeah, yeah, stow it, Blondie," said Veronica impatiently, laying down in front of me and spreading her legs. "My turn." As I positioned myself between her long, shapely legs and looked down on the small pussy nestled at their juncture, however, some of her brashness disappeared. "Gee, Archie," Veronica said with a concerned look on her pretty face, "I don't know if that thing will fit into me." She spread her legs a little farther. ""For godsake, Veronica," answered Betty peevishly, "did you forget you're a comic book character? You could stick Mr. Weatherbee up your cunt, belly first, and he'd slide right in." She turned to the other partygoers to add as an aside, "And they say blondes are dumb." Veronica was about to answer, but had her breath taken away, as the big cock slid deep inside her. The rush of air was followed by a contented sigh. Then, as my cock pushed to its (and her) limit, she said, "Geez, Archie, I've never felt anything like it." "Better than Reggie?" I asked. "Much better," she replied unguardedly, then gulped in dismay, as she realized her slip. "Ha! I knew it!" said Betty triumphantly. "You're probably doing Jughead and Big Moose, too!" "At least I'm not going down on Miss Grundy... " Veronica began. To end the bickering, I pushed hard into Veronica, causing her again to gasp and push her hips back at me. Another hard slam and she was clawing at my back, with her legs wrapped around me. "Harder, Archie," she breathed in my ear. "Stick it in me!" I remembered then that this Veronica was a variation on my daughter Sarah, who is one of the world's leading filthmouths. That trait now began to take effect and Veronica's sweet little mouth was soon spewing forth an incredible stream of profanity, obscenity, and scatology. "Oh, god," she began, alternately moaning and screaming, "Oh holy fucking shit. God damn, stick that cock in my cunt... deeper, you fucking sonofabitch... slam my fucking cunt... goddamn shit piss fuck me... fuck me harder." I paused for a moment to look down at her, spread wide, her legs splayed out at an almost ridiculous angle. She looked something like a Japanese manga heroine, her cunt pierced by an incredibly oversized cock. She looked up at me, breathing hard. "For godsake, don't stop, Archie," she said; then as I continued to pause, she began begging. "Oh, please, Archie, fuck me. Please fuck me hard." She saw me weakening and turned it up, cooing, "Please, Archie baby, stick your big, hard cock way up my little rich-bitch fuckhole. Split me wide open and make me come hard." "Oh, yes," she sighed contentedly as I again lowered myself down on to her and my cock slid back in. "Oh, that's it, Archie, that's it. Fuck your little slut." So I fucked the little slut, pounding down into her harder and faster, as she chanted obscenities louder and faster until they merged into one long "Fuck!" that then quickly changed into an inarticulate howl of lust as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Veronica was bucking so hard that I had trouble staying in the saddle, but I managed to hold on long enough for her contractions to suck my semen into her womb. When she went limp, so did I, collapsing on her and then rolling off to lie beside her. Having finished with the Rod of Steel, Beth was watching as I finished up with Veronica, joining the other onlookers, who mostly seemed to think I'd done a pretty good job. "So, Betty and Veronica, huh?" was Beth's comment. "Seem like your types," she gibed, "especially Betty." "I enjoyed them," I answered, refusing to be drawn in. "Especially Betty," I added, not necessarily truthfully. I suggested a rest, but Beth had already picked out her next partner - A tall, heavyset guy dressed as a cowboy. "I think I'll be an Indian maiden being ravished by a cruel outlaw," she suggested. Instantly Reward gave her black hair held in place by a headband and done in twin braids just like every maiden in every Hollywood western. About to be ravished, she looked ravishing in her fringed buckskin miniskirt. "Hey, squaw, come 'ere," said the bad man, a handmade cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth. "How 'bout we make a papoose?" he added with a guffaw as he grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her close for a kiss. "Oh you evil man," she simpered, as she broke loose for a second and slapped him (none too hard), "please don't hurt me by sticking your big white cock in my sweet little Indian pussy." "Not very PC, Beth," I noted. "Shouldn't that be 'sweet little Native American pussy?'" She shot me a dirty look. "How about 'hot redskin cunt'?" she offered. Whatever we called it, it was clear that it was soon to be the temporary home of a big white cock, as the sneering badman pushed Beth back on the table and yanked apart her legs as she screeched in mock-fear. An interesting moral question, I reflected - is it rape if the woman truly is "asking for it"? - as Beth's pussy lips were forced apart and the outlaw's thick cock pushed into her eager, wet vagina. As the sneer disappeared from his lips, replaced by a look of sheer bliss, I thought about how a guy was being forced into committing a rape - it was the Case of the Manipulated Rapist. While Beth was enjoying her rape, I noticed a woman who was wearing a uniform (probably her daughter's) from one of the local Catholic high schools. She had her hair in two ponytails and wore white socks to her knees. Now she came over, pouted prettily, put a finger in her mouth in a parody of youth, and asked sweetly if she could suck on my lollipop. I graciously gave her permission and let her crouch between my legs as I sat on the sofa and watched the rape. As Beth continued to alternate "No, no" with "Harder, harder", I enjoyed the schoolgirl's lips and tongue. Just after the evil outlaw shot his load into the maiden and walked away twirling his moustache, I shot my own load into the girl's mouth. She licked up the last drops, said "Thank you, mister, that sure tastes good," and walked away just as Beth, again dressed as Bo-Peep, rejoined me on the sofa. As we sat recouping our energy, I pointed out to Beth a couple wearing masks suggesting that they were Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. For the sake of verisimilitude, I added a semen stain to the woman's dress, though I don't think she noticed. "What do you think?" I nudged Beth. "Would you like to suck some presidential cock?" Beth shook her head. "No thanks, he's too slimy for me." "I don't know about a suck," I pointed out, "but slimy's good for a fuck - it means he'll go in nice and easy." "Very clever," Beth replied, "but still no thanks." She thought for a second. "I'm tired, why don't we just have them do a show for us?" I spoke to Reward and instantly they were no longer two people wearing masks, they were Bill and Monica (or at least their clones), and they were on the floor in front of us, preparing for a fuck. As the leader of the free world entered his intern's pussy, I remarked that moving beyond oral sex was going to cause Bill some new problems, since he could no longer defend himself with the argument that blowjobs aren't really sex acts. Beth seemed unconcerned about Clinton's problem. "I'm sure he can talk his way out of it - he could say it depends on the definition of 'fuck'." Bill was now stroking steadily between Monica's wide spread legs, as she urged him on with muttered encouragement. It was a good show and Beth and I were enjoying it, critiquing and praising the performance. Finally, though, I couldn't resist the obvious pun. "Would it be appropriate to say," I asked Beth, "that he's Goring her Bush?" Beth groaned, quite properly, but also couldn't resist the impulse to reply, "That's the absolute Nader of puns." Unable to come up with a Buchanan reference, I fell silent. Part of why I fell silent, also, was that I was getting turned on. Beth was, too - it wasn't difficult to tell because her hand had crept up under her dress and she was busily frigging herself. By the time Bill shot his load, as the stereo behind us struck up "Nailed by the Chief", Beth and I were making out on the sofa like a couple teenagers, several of my fingers deep into her pussy, and her hand busily frigging me. When they finished I suggested to Beth that she and I emulate their actions. But she twisted away from me. "Sorry, lover, you I can fuck anytime - I want some more strange cock," she answered with a laugh. "And over there I see some very strange stuff." She pointed to a couple dressed as a priest and nun. I was disappointed - I always enjoy fucking Beth - but I had to admit that the costumes offered possibilities. The clerical couple came over to us. Beth got down on her knees as the priest approached, folded her hands in prayer, and repeated the opening words from the confessional, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." "What have you done, my child?" asked the priest in kindly tones. "I've fucked everything I can lay my hands on," Beth replied. The priest made a Sign of the Cross over Beth's head as he said, "Go, child, and sin some more," then opened his robe and pulled out his cock. "How about sin some more and come?" suggested Beth, promptly swallowing the proffered cock, then laying back and spreading her legs. I tried to think of a good pun focussing on the "cum" of "dominus vobiscum" and "et cum spiritu tuo" but I couldn't, so I didn't engage in wordplay this time. I just bent the nun over the table, pulled up her robes and stuck my cock in her ass. Neither Beth nor I lasted long, since we had gotten each other thoroughly aroused during the Clinton-Lewinsky interlude. Our fucks with these partners were short and to the point. I quickly shot up the Bride of Christ's butt, and a few moments later Beth took a load of consecrated sperm. Shortly afterward we were back on the sofa planning our next adventure. I had noticed a late arrival to the party, a woman costumed as Barbie, who seemed a natural. I summoned her and had Reward turn her into an exact replica of the doll, complete with hourandahalfglass figure and impossibly long legs - set off by a tight bare-midriff t-shirt and even tighter hot pink acrylic hot pants. She was something like an inflatable plastic love doll come to life "Do you want Ken?" I asked Beth as Barbie stood before us. She thought it over. "Ken never turned me on much," she said. "He was kind of a wimp. I think I'd prefer GI Joe." Immediately a life-size GI Joe was standing in front of us, holding an M-16. I sent a quick message to Reward that Joe himself could be as potent as needed, but the gun had better be firing blanks. "Oh, Joe," Beth trilled, "save me from the nasty Arab terrorists." She improvised further, based I guess on whatever romance novel she had read most recently. "Help me, they're going to sell me into a perverted sheik's harem." "Isn't that a bit trite?" I asked. Beth ignored me, as Joe sprayed the room with bullets. When he was done, there were no Arab terrorists around. Of course, there hadn't been any Arab terrorists before he fired, but that was pretty much beside the point. Certainly it made no difference to Beth, who melted into her hero's arms. "Oh, Joe, you saved me," she gasped, leaning her head against his manly chest. "I owe my life to you," she said. Then kissing him deeply, she added, even more tritely, "Take me, I'm yours." Joe leaned her back and lowered her onto the couch, then laid himself atop her, covering her face with kisses and ripping away the bodice of her Bo-Peep costume. It looked like a pretty elemental fuck coming up, so I decided to turn my attention back to Barbie, who was standing in front of me patiently awaiting my pleasure. My pleasure, I decided after a moment's thought, would be to play off the inflatable love doll imagery - I'd just treat her as a fucktoy. "Take your shirt off, Barbie," I said. The living doll reached down to her waist and pulled the t-shirt up by its hem, slowly revealing her huge conical breasts as they were raised taut by her upstretched arms. When the shirt was gone, she stood silent, her breasts barely settling, as she waited for my next command. "Play with your tits, Barbie," I told her. She raised her hands to the big breasts, first tweaking each nipple into awakeness, then spreading her hands fully over the breasts, squeezing and stroking. "Put one of them in my mouth," was my next command. Barbie leaned over, the breasts enlarging with gravity, and, taking her right breast in both hands (there was still plenty of tit left over), she placed the big slightly erect nipple between my lips. At first there was little response, which is not surprising - inflatable love dolls don't respond much, either. So I told Reward to start sending electrical currents through her; I wanted her right on the edge of coming - and to stay there. Immediately she was panting and gasping with arousal, pushing her big tit further into my mouth as I sucked and chewed on the nipple, which soon was nearly as big as the nipple on a baby bottle. "Turn around and take off your shorts, Barbie," I told her next. She stepped back from me, a delicious sight with her big breasts jutting out from her chest and the big nipples jutting out from the breasts. Now another element was added, as she turned and then wiggled her slender but rounded ass to lower the skin-tight hot pants. No tan lines, of course. "Play with your pussy, Barbie," I ordered her after enjoying the view from the rear for a few moments. I forgot to tell her to turn around first, so I had to amend the wording. She turned around and I watched as she fingerfucked herself, trying desperately for the orgasm Reward held just out of her reach. Eventually I told her to stop frigging herself and to step closer, holding her pussy open. She stood in front of me, her feet apart and her hands holding her pussy lips gaping open. I looked into the pink slit, the membranes glistening with her juices. I motioned her to come nearer, so I could smell her lust, then I grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into my face. My mouth worked busily on her unsheathed clit, my tongue flicking at it, then licking across it, and finally my lips nuzzling it. Meanwhile, my thumb worked its way into her vagina and my fingers poked into her ass. Though it seemed impossible, Barbie's passion moved to yet a higher level, and her hips alternately drove her pussy forward into my face, then pulled back to drive her asshole against my fingers. "Climb on my cock, Barbie," I told her when I had drunk my fill of her juices. She obediently lowered her pussy onto my up-thrust cock and began a slow rise and fall that had the effect of waving her huge breasts in my face. I grabbed both tits and squeezed hard, then used them to pull her forward, sucking one big nipple into my mouth and chewing it, then taking the other to do the same. Meanwhile, Barbie was pushing down on my cock harder and faster, chasing her orgasm, panting and whining in frustration as it continued to elude her. I withdrew my mouth from her tit and she drove up and down still harder. I watched as the tits barely moved even with her intense fucking. "Bend over, Barbie," I said. "Open your asshole." She pulled her sopping pussy off my cock with a slurping sound and knelt in front of me, reaching behind to pull her perfect cheeks apart to reveal the tiny brown pucker of her asshole. Inching her fingers forward, she pulled the hole slightly open. It was all I needed, as I positioned the head of my cock at the opening and pushed forward into her. I slammed hard into her ass a few more times, then leaned over to grab the big tits hanging down from her chest. "Come, Barbie," I commanded as I felt my semen rising. I drove my cock one last time deep into her bowels and squeezed tight on her huge breasts. The dollgirl shrieked violently and her body shook as the pent-up orgasm shot through her and my sperm shot into her. Her arms and legs turned rubbery and collapsed and I fell atop her, still shooting into her ass. When I looked up, I saw Beth lying languidly next to an exhausted GI Joe. "Not bad against Arab terrorists, but he poops out after just one little fuck," she giggled, lifting his flaccid cock and letting it flop down wetly against his belly. "But he was good while he lasted." "For a party that started out pretty dull," I remarked, "this turned out okay." Beth nodded agreement, looking about to see if there were any other possibilities, but apparently deciding she'd had enough. I agreed. "Hey, honey," I said to Chris, "you ready to go home?" ------- Chapter 52: Chris Tells Her Story Chris nodded agreement that it was time to go. As she did, I took a long look at her (probably for the first time in a while - the nature of our relationship being what it was). Symbolic perhaps of our growing distance, Chris and I hadn't arrived in his-and-her costumes. While I had dressed as a baseball player, Chris had found a short, fringed, clingy, bright red dress in a thrift shop, added a headband and fake-pearl rope necklace, and come as a 1920s flapper. She looked damned good - I think I've mentioned that Chris is an attractive woman. As we crossed the street, we talked little. We seldom talked much any more, and when we did it was generally about the kids, finances, or the house. We never revealed anything meaningful about ourselves - it would just lead to another fight. Why it happened this particular night I can't explain. Maybe I was just horny; but as you've probably noticed after the preceding fifty-one chapters, I had spent a good deal of the preceding year and a half, since my gaining of Reward, in a state of advanced horniness. And besides, as you've probably also already noticed by now, I had a multitude of ways of dealing with such a condition - I could visit the Mallory Empire and fuck one of my several wives or dozens of concubines and slaves; I could cross the city to my other home where my other wife lives, together with my other wife, her daughter; or I could morph into Tom O'Malley and have sex with my pretty girlfriend, Ashley; or I could do any of a thousand other things. Maybe it was just that slinky, sexy dress, and the fact that I still loved Chris. I had made a vow that I'd never do anything to mess with Chris - one of the few vows I had kept. But finally, this night, I broke it - sort of. The "sort of" is because I did something I'd considered before, but rejected as being out-of-bounds; tonight I ruled it acceptable - I created a clone of Chris. When we got home and Chris had said "good night" and walked away from me down the hall, I stopped time. And at that moment, Chris, in her early twenties as when I first met her, walked back into the family room. The year was 1925, my jersey, instead of the tight cotton/poly of the D'backs, was the baggy wool pinstripe of the Babe's Yankees. The room was furnished in a mix of leftover Edwardian and severely modern art deco. The big picture window opening on to a balcony framed the New York skyline (minus of course the Empire State Building, which hadn't been built yet). "Nice place," she commented, looking around. "I didn't know you ballplayers made that kind of dough." "I do okay," I replied, opening the chromium and ebony liquor cabinet, revealing rows of glistening bottles. "What'll you have?" "Boy, you must have a great supplier!" she exclaimed. "I haven't seen that much hooch in some of the speaks." "My guy's the best," I said smugly. "And I just got a delivery today. What'll you have?" I repeated. "It's all real - comes in from the Bahamas." She settled on scotch and water, and we settled on the comfortable, vastly overstuffed couch. As she sipped, she moved near me. We'd already been drinking at Texas Guinan's for most of the evening and we were both pleasantly buzzed. "Good stuff," she remarked. "Home-made booze is strictly a mug's game." We sipped in silence for a moment longer, as she looked around again. "Quite the little love nest - I'll bet you've had a lot of girls here." "I've told you, you're the only gal for me, Chris," I answered, wanting to mean it. "Sweet talk," she laughed, but it looked like she wanted to believe it too. "Ballplayers have girl in every town probably." But still she leaned closer. "New York's the only town that matters," I answered. Putting an arm around her and kissing her, lightly at first, then harder, I pushed her slowly into the ultrasoft back of the couch. She resisted slightly, but I judged that it was just for show. After first returning my kiss, she wriggled free, sitting up and saying, "I didn't know you were such a sheik." But she was smiling. Again I took her in my arms, running a hand up her thigh as I kissed her neck and up to her ear, "You're trapped and helpless in my tent. It is useless to resist me," I whispered, adopting an accent that was probably more eastern European than Arab. She giggled and relaxed and I knew I had her. "Oh, Tom, you always make me laugh." I pushed her back against the cushions again, saying, "I'm going to make you do a lot of things." This time as she fell back her lips, her arms, and then her whole body opened and yielded to me. As we kissed, her hand slipped around my neck and then rested on the back of my head, gently pulling me forward, deeper into her mouth. My hand, meanwhile, was on her leg, and gradually slipped under her short skirt and upward, past her garters, and on to the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. As she felt my hand nearing the juncture of her legs, Chris pulled away from our kiss, breathed softly and deeply, and rested her head against my shoulder. After only a moment's delay, her legs spread apart, and she lay back against the cushion, her eyes closing in expectation. My hand touched the silk of her drawers. I could go under the open leg, but chose instead to rub my finger into her pussy through the exquisite feel of silk. She apparently appreciated the decision, as indicated by the soft intake of breath as my finger touched the wet silk and pressed it gently into her. "Oh, that feels so good," she whispered softly, kissing my ear, and opening her legs wider. I ran my finger up and down her slit a few times as we kissed. Then, to her annoyance, I withdrew my hand. She looked at me reproachfully. "Why are you stopping?" I smiled as I sat up. "Because you have too much clothes on." In fact she was a very pretty sight, with her legs wide apart and her fringed dress up almost to her hips. "And because that's such a pretty dress, and in about a minute I'd have to rip it off you." She smiled and said with a giggle, "I dare you." But when I reached for the neck she grabbed my hand. "Okay," she laughed. She stood in front of me. "I feel like one of those burlesque girls," she said, as she took the shoulder straps and let the dress fall to her hips, then wiggled out. Beneath, she wore a short cotton chemise and her silk short-leg drawers. She started to remove the chemise, but then thought better of it, saying instead, "Your turn." Why I was wearing a baseball uniform in the scenario that had developed was unexplainable, but luckily no explanation was needed. I simply was. And, a moment later, I wasn't. The baggy wool knickers were on the floor, as was the wool jersey with "Yankees" across the chest. I sat on the couch, my cock at attention, smiling. "Your turn," I replied. Her eyes glued to my cock, Chris paused, uncertainly. I stood. "Need some help?" I asked softly, pulling the shoulder straps of her chemise down her arms and sliding the garment caressingly down to her waist as she nodded shyly. Her breasts were as I remembered them, two grapefruit sized orbs with tiny pink aureoles, and small (but very erect) nipples. She smiled up at me, seeking my approval, and got it in the form of a soft kiss, as my hands took the breasts and massaged them both. She returned the kiss, pushing her tongue forward between my lips and pushing her breasts forward into my hands, seeming to encourage me to massage less and squeeze more. Whether that was the message or not, I don't know, but it's what I did and she responded by taking my cock softly, tentatively, into her hands and stroking it lightly. We remained in that embrace for a long time, my hands eventually travelling slowly down her back to the waist of her drawers, and then sliding under to cup the bare, firm flesh of her ass. Then that garment, too, joined the others on the floor and we stood nude together, locked as tightly and motionlessly as if we were one. When at last the kiss ended, Chris wordlessly stepped backward to the couch, taking my hand to bring me down on her as she lay back and opened her legs. I paused for only a moment to kiss each of the little nipples, and then her lips. I know it's classic insensitive male behavior to cut short the foreplay and get right to the main event, but I was as aroused as I've been in a long time. And, to be honest, Chris seemed to have much the same idea in mind. As I kissed her, she shifted her hips to reposition her pussy and tried to pull me into her. Along the same lines as lengthy foreplay, good sex is very often presented as being determined by time. If that is the measure, then this was not good sex - but you could have fooled us. After a couple of false starts, Chris reached impatiently between her legs and guided my cock into her tight little hole. Once there, I pushed forward slowly, but her hips drove back at me and urged more speed on me. Our lips still locked, I pulled my hips back and pushed harder into her, and she responded. She broke our kiss off and pulled my head down onto her shoulder, gripping it tight and grunting in frustration and exertion. Chris's legs now wrapped around mine, then worked their way up until her heels dug into my ass. As her hips pushed upward her heels pushed down on me, as though she were spurring on a horse to go faster, faster, faster. I responded, driving my cock savagely into her. We spoke not at all, our only sounds being grunts and moans and panting as we slammed at each other with every fiber of our existence. When it seemed we could do no more, it ended. Chris grunted one more time, just harder and louder than before, as her body stiffened. Her pussy gripped my cock hard, and I shot a long stream of semen into her, then another. My elbows gave way and I fell heavily on her, then she also relaxed with a long, shuddering sigh, and we both lay silent, locked together in love and lust. The sex was great, but... In a sense, the problem was exactly that "the sex was great". It was better sex than Chris and I had ever had, precisely because it wasn't really Chris. It was her body (or an exact duplicate), but not her mind, her personality, her soul. I kissed the almost-Chris affectionately, then made her disappear. It wouldn't work. I could put another mind into Chris's body, or I could put Chris's mind into another body (but then all I'd have is an anti-sex Barbie). I could, I suppose, just take the anti-sex part of her personality out of Chris - but again that wouldn't be Chris. I went to bed still frustrated, and awoke determined to try another tack to resolve the problem. As soon as the breakfast dishes were in the dishwasher, and the kids had scattered to their activities, I suggested to Chris that we adjourn to the family room, where we could discuss our plans for remodeling the main bathroom. There, when she was settled comfortably, I hypnotized her. If you're into hypnotism stories, you'll have to go elsewhere, I'm afraid. They always have long scenes that describe the patient/victim's "induction". Since I don't know anything about hypnotism, in this case the "induction" consisted of saying "you're hypnotized" and she was hypnotized. (No need to actually say it, of course, but I felt I needed to do something). Having eliminated the induction, I'll also pretty much cut to the chase in terms of the results. I was looking for the root cause, if there was one, of Chris's distaste for sex, and pursued it by asking her a lot of open-ended questions that she had to answer totally honestly. I was tempted to ask her how she felt about me, but I decided that I didn't want to know - at least for now. I did learn that she had very ambivalent feelings about men in general (and I presumed I was included), and that piece of knowledge helped me to start closing in. Like many women, I suppose, Chris also had some ambivalent feelings about her father. She had had a strong attraction toward him in adolescence and a certain amount of guilt and disgust at herself later for feeling the attraction. There was a little girl's hero-worship and an adult's understanding of his human frailties. (Chris's father, who had passed away several years previous, was in my recollection a good man - a small-town businessman, a member of the town council, and very nice when one could get past his veneer of frosty rectitude). Interesting, but not unusual. And it didn't seem a cause for Chris's problems. I had gone through numerous false starts and explored a lot of blind alleys, but I finally found what looked like the answer when something that Chris said about her father pointed me in the right direction. Although Chris said she was attracted toward her father and thought once or twice that he might have felt the same, nonetheless she was glad they had done nothing about it. I was feeling so guilty at that comment, thinking of my own liaisons with our daughter, that I very nearly missed her next words: "I wish my mother had left me alone, too." What? A follow-up question or two brought out the story. It seems that when Chris was about fourteen or so, Alma, her mother, called her aside for the obligatory mother-daughter consultation. This particular one was held late one evening, in Chris's bedroom, when the rest of the family was asleep. It started out in the normal fashion, with talk about "new feelings" and "the way your body is changing" and such, but progressed rapidly into a monologue on the evils of men, their disgusting, hairy bodies, the way they use and discard women, the pain of childbirth, and numerous related topics. The lecture was accompanied by Alma pulling Chris's pajama bottoms off and pointing out various anatomical features, as Chris sat, legs open, reddening with embarrassment. Eventually, a few pragmatic notes were introduced. Those "new feelings" required some form of satisfaction, the mother acknowledged, and men were necessary as a means of procreation and support (this was the early sixties, remember). "It would be better for women if we could stay away from sex completely, but a woman has to have a husband," she said, "and he'll demand sex. So it's best to do what you have to do to satisfy him, but otherwise if you feel the need, just do this for yourself." And with that, Chris's mother pulled her daughter's virgin pussy lips open and began rubbing the clitoris, opening a whole new world to the girl. Even as she sat on the couch decades later, Chris's face became flushed as she recalled the feelings awakened that night when her mother's fingers slowly coaxed the small clitoris from its nest. When, some minutes later, the young girl had her first orgasm, her mother kissed her on the forehead, turned off the light, and left the room. Chris said she suspected that her mother, while painting masturbation as something to be done merely as a necessity, enjoyed doing it to her as much as Chris enjoyed having it done. At least that would be the explanation for why she came back to her daughter's room almost every night for weeks to repeat the lesson, eventually adding cunnilingus to the course. The visits continued, in fact, until Chris's father, wondering perhaps about these late-night mother-daughter sessions, walked in on the middle of one. I envisioned the scene: pubescent Chris in bed with her legs spread wide, her mother positioned between them, frantically frigging her, the door opening, and her stern father standing there. He said nothing, Chris told me. Just stood there a few seconds, then walked away. Her mother left the room a few seconds later, and nothing was ever said about it. The nightly sessions with her mother had of course inflamed something that was due to awaken anyway, and I learned now that Chris's adolescence was, as an apparent result, one of extreme sexual activity. For a while after her mother's visits ceased, Chris took her lessons to heart and satisfied herself with her fingers. When the fingers fell short she tried, as have generations of other young women, various other long thin objects. Dildos and vibrators not being available in her small town, at least not to young teens, she had to make do mostly with fruit and hairbrush handles. Soon, as you might guess, she decided that, whatever her mother said, boys were preferable to hairbrushes, and she proceeded to fuck just about her entire high school. You might also guess the result of that - she was an outcast, the small-town slut; boys would fuck her one night and refuse to talk to her at school the next day, then pick her up after school to fuck her again. Predictably, by the end of high school she had come to the conclusion that her mother was right - men were rats. Except her father, who continued to be supportive even after, she believed, word of her activities had reached his ears. It was in this frame of mind that she left her small town in Missouri for college in Arizona, as far as she could get from her reputation. She stayed on in Phoenix afterward and there met that young rising star of the ad world, Tom Mallory. Apparently, from a little she said that I didn't ask her to elaborate on, she liked/loved Tom Mallory and decided, again heeding her mother's advice, to give him just enough sex to hook him. It worked. At that point, I unhypnotized her, made a few perfunctory remarks about the bathroom-remodeling project, and then we both wandered our separate ways. All that day I struggled with what I had learned. I couldn't think of a solution, so eventually I fell back on the conventional one. I've always viewed psychiatry with a fair amount of skepticism - it appears to me to be an art masquerading as a science. It is also clearly a profession populated by a large number of quacks and frauds. Nonetheless, lacking a better solution, I again hypnotized Chris that night and planted in her a determination to seek to resolve her feelings about sex, her mother, her father, men in general, and yes, me in particular, by visiting a shrink. I mentioned my skepticism, so you'll understand when I say that I expected no quick results - if indeed there were results at all. I resolved to say and do nothing until Chris broached the subject - which was to be a while. In the meantime, things went on much the same for me. This is probably a good point, in fact, for me to give you an update on things that were occurring on several fronts - some of which I'll elaborate on in the next few chapters. Nothing really had changed in the Mallory Empire - I guess because it was a world I had created out of nothing and therefore no outside forces could cause any disruption. It was, in fact, getting a bit dull, perhaps for the same reason. About all that was happening there was that I had accumulated a few more wives and slaves, and a lot more children (all of them girls). The Empire had become, at this point, a place I went for relaxation. Which is, I guess, the right use for a tropical paradise full of women whose only thought is to bring me pleasure. My alter ego, Tom O'Malley, continued to have a fun and loving relationship with his high school sweetheart, Ashley. Other than an occasional spat, inevitable in such relationships, they were as happy as young lovers can be - which is very happy indeed. Sarah's blackmail behind them, about the only question they faced was how soon after her graduation they'd get married - Tom suggesting that a year or two of college was a good idea, Ashley leaning more toward stopping by the JP's office on the way home from the graduation ceremony. My other family across town was also healthy and happy. Cassie, my fourteen-year-old stepdaughter/wife, was now almost four months pregnant and had developed a delightful little belly that I loved to caress and fondle as we lay in bed after making love. For that matter I enjoyed caressing and fondling it before making love. Sharon, her mother, had taken to plural marriage like the lifelong semi-Mormon she was and delighted in joining Cassie and I in bed (and was also, as I've mentioned previously, a terrific fuck on her own). The only issue in this household was Cassie's eleven-year-old sister, Elizabeth. Sharon wanted me to marry her, too, while I thought we should wait a couple more years. Thomas, my son, was now in eighth grade and, this being fall, totally wrapped up in soccer, in which he continued to improve (with only minimal help from Reward). Ever since he had knocked Cassie up in the summer, I had kept him away from girls, and things seemed to be quiet on that front. My daughter Sarah continued to be my biggest headache. I had put her under tight controls that kept her from causing any more trouble for Ashley or pulling other tricks like blackmail, but her character hadn't changed in any way. I didn't want to continue to control her, but I also didn't know how to handle her otherwise. Anyway, I'll get back to Sarah shortly. Work was going well. The agency was making more money than anybody had ever dreamed possible for a Phoenix agency. The employee parking lot was beginning to look like a Lexus-Mercedes-Infiniti showroom, with a healthy sprinkling of just about every type of SUV. And of course, the New Business Development team (Wendy, Valerie Lee, and I), the source of all this wealth, continued to have our fun meetings. It was out of this group that the next major development in Life with Reward took place. ------- Chapter 53: A Merger Meeting and Marriage Mania It was a Friday afternoon in early November when Michelle called a meeting of the company's executives to discuss another expansion - an opportunity to open an office in Denver by taking over an agency there. I knew that she was looking at this as a dress rehearsal for her real objective: Los Angeles. I didn't object, as long as nobody expected me to spend any time in LA. As always, however, I objected to the meeting. I had just finished butt-fucking Wendy while she and Valerie Lee sixty-nined each other, and Wendy was licking the traces of her ass off my cock when the call came. As frequently mentioned, I hate meetings, especially when I get summoned into one while Wendy's educated tongue was on my cock. Wendy, having overheard my conversation, reluctantly quit licking and helped me on with my clothes. As she closed the zipper, she looked so sad that I thought she might cry. Darn, I thought, too bad I can't take her to the meeting with me - a blowjob could make the thing bearable. Immediately, of course, I was struck by the thought that that any sentence that includes the words "too bad I can't" is virtually a dare to Reward. Of course I could. As I walked out of the office, I gestured for Wendy to follow me. When we entered the conference room and took a seat at the far end of the table, Michelle glanced quizzically at Wendy then at me (perhaps the unasked question was directed at Wendy's presence, perhaps at the miniskirt she wore, which fell short of meeting the office dress code). "I just thought I'd bring Wendy along to take some notes for me, and maybe give me a blowjob if I need one," I explained. Michelle shrugged - a nonverbal equivalent to "whatever" - and glanced around as the last latecomers joined us. Michelle started off by thanking us for coming on short notice. Wendy started off by trying to get me to come on short notice. She crawled under the table, stationed herself between my legs, pulled down the zipper she had so recently closed, and lovingly placed my cock in her mouth. I found this to be one of the most enjoyable meetings I had attended in a long time. Michelle was explaining that the Denver agency had been approached by a major New York agency and had told her that they had to know immediately if we were serious about making an offer. The ensuing discussion centered primarily on whether there really was a "major New York agency" in the picture, or if this was just a negotiating ploy. After posing a couple questions (I was inclined to be skeptical, not seeing why somebody like JWT would be interested in the agency, but also seeing nothing wrong in going along with their ploy - cutting out all the maneuvering and either getting serious or backing off). Then I fell silent (except for a few gasps of pleasure) for a few minutes as Wendy's tongue had its usual effect on me, and my semen spurted into her mouth and down her throat. When she was done, Wendy crawled out from under the table and sat quietly in the chair next to me as the conversation droned on. Eventually, the consensus came around to a point similar to mine - that regardless of whether the competitive offer was real, the thing had dragged on long enough that we needed to get it resolved. I hoped that this would be it, that Michelle would get with the finance people to put together a package, but it was not to be - she wanted input from all of us on the offer. I hate this approach, because anything done by committee... well, you know the rest. Nonetheless, I went first, to get it over with. I gave Michelle a few ideas on the parameters of the offer I envisioned, and then sat back to wait through all the rest of the suggestions, objections, counters, and other chatter that I knew would follow. I guess Wendy noticed how bored I was, because at this point she stood, leaned over the table, pulled up her skirt (it didn't have far to go), and said, "While you're waiting, Mr. Mallory, why don't you fuck me?" Most of the men in the room looked on appreciatively as I proceeded to kill time with Wendy's pussy, and of course they enjoyed the view when Wendy unbuttoned her blouse to make her tits more accessible to me. The timing worked out quite nicely, with me putting my load into Wendy's womb just as Michelle was summarizing and wrapping up the meeting. Unfortunately, after the meeting I got a complaint from Michelle. She said that, while she didn't mind the blowjob, she thought fucking on the conference table was disruptive in a meeting, and that she'd prefer I not do it in the future. I meekly accepted the rebuke and promised to behave. When I returned to my office, though, I called Wendy in to thank her. Offering me a fuck in the meeting was, I felt, a very thoughtful act on her part, even if it did get me in trouble with the boss. Wendy smiled with pleasure. "Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Mallory," she said with her bright smile. "It's always a pleasure to have you fucking me." Her smile dimmed just slightly then (it could never entirely disappear). "But, Mr. Mallory, if you're pleased with my performance, I have a question: I've been wondering when you're going to make me pregnant." It was true that Wendy had asked me to knock her up several months previous, and had repeated the request a few times. I had never quite promised to do so, but neither had I said I wouldn't. I looked at Wendy for a few moments while I thought about the situation. On the one hand, I thought, Wendy had been as loyal and dependable as it was possible for any person to be. She was unfailingly pleasant, loving, and caring. On the other hand, she was dumb as a rutabaga. She was also so sex obsessed that... well, that she made me look chaste. She had, after all, said that one reason for having a kid was because she thought nursing would be sexy - especially nursing and fucking at the same time. Would making Wendy pregnant be fair to the baby? On the third hand, there was probably a Reward-way around any problems. But on the fourth hand... I looked at Wendy, who wanted a baby so badly, and figured, what the hell, one of my other wives could watch over her and make sure she doesn't screw up the kid-raising too badly. Which led to the idea of marrying Wendy. I presumed she'd probably find marital sex the one kink she hadn't tried, and plural marriage even kinkier. I suggested the idea and got an enthusiastic response (actually what I got was an enthusiastic blowjob). Then I called Sharon and told her I was bringing home another wife. When we got home, Sharon and Cassie greeted us enthusiastically, and welcomed Wendy as their new sister-wife. Elizabeth was more withdrawn, and Sharon told me she was very hurt, having expected to be my next wife. I resolved to talk to her as soon as I could figure out what to say. How do you tell an eleven-year-old girl that you don't think she's quite ready for marriage? Especially when you're married to her pregnant fourteen-year-old sister? After some discussion we decided to have the ceremony the next day - I left it to Reward to make the arrangement. I was amused that Sharon made Wendy sleep in the spare bedroom that night, whispering to me that it would set a bad example for the girls if I openly slept with her before marriage. I had married Sharon in a beautiful, traditional Protestant ceremony, and later had it sealed at the Mormon Temple. Cassie and I had also been married at the Temple. For Wendy, Reward and I decided to transfer the fundamentalist Mormon beliefs on marriage over to a new religion, which we called the Church of the Sacred Penis, of which I was Archbishop and Head Penis. The ceremony consisted of the guests (Sharon, Cassie, Elizabeth, and Valerie Lee) gathering in the living room to witness Wendy getting down on her knees in front of me, lovingly removing the white robe I wore, taking my cock in both hands and kissing it before saying, "I pledge to worship and serve this sacred penis in every way, to love it and please it, and to welcome it into every part of my body, so help me god." At which point I placed my hand on her head and said, "I consecrate you and accept you as my wife and as a worthy receptacle for my penis. I pledge to fuck you frequently and to fill your belly with children. You may now suck the sacred penis." Wendy had of course sucked the sacred penis many times, always quite satisfactorily, but this time, as her Wedding Suck, she really took the art to a new level. She sucked, licked, stroked, and fondled everything in the vicinity of my crotch. She licked up the inside of my thighs before sucking my balls, then licked the length of my cock, up and down, several times. Finally, she tickled the head of my cock, then slowly, starting with just the head, sucked almost the full length of it into her mouth. Then slowly she sucked it in and out with her tongue swirling around and around the head and her hands tenderly cupping my balls and giving them the lightest of massages. On and on the excruciatingly wonderful blowjob went, as Wendy built up more and more suction and pistoned her lips up and down the shaft faster and faster. Her hands crept around my legs and tickled up the back of my thighs, pulling open my ass so she could wriggle her finger into the little hole. Then, as her finger was deep inside my rectum and wiggling about delightfully, she increased the suction further, and pulled all of my cock deep into her. I grabbed the back of her head, thrust powerfully down her throat, and shot into her. I held her tight against my belly as the final spasms died away and she sucked out every drop. At last then I released her and she lay on the floor, opening her robe and spreading her legs, saying, "Come on, Tom, give me my baby." I've told you several times that Wendy was a beautiful woman, but never did she look more delightful than at that moment, her tits pointing proudly up at the ceiling, her legs wide, her pussy carefully trimmed. I paused only long enough to enjoy the view before dropping to the floor over her and sticking the sacred penis into her hot little hole. Wendy, as always, was thoroughly wet, and my cock slid into her easily, the slick walls of her tight vagina welcoming the invader and gripping it, yielding it only reluctantly when I pulled back. Having just been sated in her mouth, the sacred penis was in no hurry with Wendy's pussy, and I drove it into her slowly and deeply, pulling it out to its full length before pushing it back in, grinding my groin against her to seat it deep inside before repeating the cycle. Wendy gasped with pleasure as she received the long, slow first fuck of her marriage, the fuck that would put a child inside her. She nibbled at my ear, breathing soft words of love and encouragement. Her arms held me loosely, her were legs splayed out wide, allowing me the freedom to fuck her as I pleased, though I knew soon they would wrap around me to stress the urgency of her need. For now, though, she was content to feel me stroking her, stroking her, touching deep inside her and then pulling out, almost escaping, then returning to touch her womb. I raised my head to look down on her, her face blissful, her eyelids drooping with pleasure. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling, and thanked me for the fuck. "It's so good," she said. "I'd like to just be fucked like this forever." Forever lasted only another moment or two, because then the rhythm of her hips changed and she whispered the single word, "Now," then again, "Now, please," and finally an urgently shouted demand, "Fuck me now!" Each time she spoke, I stepped up the pace and power of my thrusts, each increase being met with a response from Wendy's hips. In a moment we were slamming our hips at each other with total abandon. Writhing with her on the carpet, I pounded down into her, thrusting with every ounce of strength, as though I were trying to slam my cock straight through her. She pushed her hips back up at me with equal ferocity, squeaking and grunting with the exertion. When we could go on no longer, when it seemed as though we would both explode if there were no release, we exploded. Wendy yelped, hitting a short, impossibly high note, and went stiff, her legs wrapping tight around me, trapping my cock deep inside her and her entire body went into contractions. Her vagina squeezed hard against my cock, demanding my sperm, and got it - long spurts that seemed to go on forever, filling Wendy's womb and planting a life there. Wendy held me tight for a long time, as though she wanted to hold the sperm in her womb. It wasn't a bad idea, because when I pulled out, a veritable flood spilled out on the carpet. Then I reminded our wedding guests that in our church it was a requirement of the wedding ceremony that the husband complete the Blessed Trifecta on his new wife - so Wendy rolled over compliantly, stretched her long, shapely legs wide, and pulled apart her ass cheeks. A few moments later, I delivered another load of sperm into her, and we were officially married, our guests pelting us with rice as we lay exhausted on the floor. If you've ever attended a wedding in the Church of the Sacred Penis you know that the triple fuck of the ceremony is only the start - the wedding party afterwards features the groom fucking all the guests, and the guests fucking and sucking and licking and etcetera-ing each other. This wedding party followed the traditional format, with Sharon, as senior wife, getting down on hands and knees and waiting for me so I could do her doggy-style, as soon as I had recovered enough from my Wendython. As soon as I was functional, I gave Sharon a good hard poke and then lay down to rest again, but immediately after Sharon had cleaned off my cock, Cassie was climbing on to ride me to an orgasm. I delighted in her little belly, just barely protruding, and her lovely swelling breasts, which I cupped and squeezed as she raised and lowered herself on the sacred penis. As she rode me I switched some of my hands' attention away from her breasts so I could stroke her belly. I noticed also that Val was eyeing Cassie hungrily. Her interest was confirmed when I had shot into Cassie. When she crawled off me and turned to clean my cock, Wendy stopped her. "I want Tom to fuck me with your juices still on his cock," she said seductively, "and I want to lick his juices out of you." With that she kissed Cassie deeply, then pushed her onto her back, spreading the young girl's thighs wide and poking her tongue into the sopping pussy spread open before her. Meanwhile she wiggled her ass, turning away from Cassie's cunt only long enough to say, "Buttfuck me." This was a considerable concession - Val had up to this point not allowed anal sex - and I wondered what the reason was. There was too much going on, though, to spend much time wondering about anything, and I was too eager to take advantage of the opportunity. Val, who was tiny (barely five feet, she was actually a bit shorter than the fourteen-year-old girl who's pussy she was currently devouring), had a beautifully rounded ass. Despite her size, everything was there that was present on any woman, and in perfect proportion. Her position, crouched over Cassie, opened her ass cheeks somewhat, and I looked down on the little closed hole. Although Reward lubed it generously for me, still it was so small and tight that it was a struggle to get a finger in. As it slowly worked its way in, though, Val began to wiggle her ass some more, and I could hear muffled noises from the direction of Cassie's pussy. I could also hear louder noises coming from Cassie, and still others from elsewhere in the room, where Sharon had enlisted Wendy's help in assuaging Elizabeth's hurt feelings by giving the little girl a combination cunt/ass-licking. This was, as far as I knew, Wendy's first excursion into pedophilia, and she appeared to be taking to it as enthusiastically as she had to every other form of sex. Little Bit was loving it too, of course. And I was loving Valley's butthole, once I managed to get in it. It took a while, but it was well worth the effort - there's nothing as tight as a really tight ass, and Valley's was one of the tightest ever. This was a situation that cried out for taking our time. Not only was there a question of hurting Val (though Reward could take care of that), but also I wanted to savor this moment. To say nothing of the fact that this was my sixth fuck in a row, and even I have moments when I slow down a bit. And I knew Valley wouldn't object to taking our time - if for no other reason than that she was so enjoying Cassie's cunt. After a moment, Val looked back at me appreciatively. "That's good," she said, "it doesn't hurt like I thought it would." I leaned over to kiss her (and cop a feel of her tiny, round tit). Then we both returned to business. For a long time I just very slowly stroked in and out of Valley's little asshole, using the entire length of my cock, and pausing frequently at each end of the stroke - to enjoy the pressure of her anal ring on the head of my cock, and then to enjoy the feeling of having the cock buried deep, deep in her bowels. I was simultaneously enjoying watching Cassie's reactions to Val's tongue. The girl was a lovely sight, lying back, her pretty face alternately tensed with concentration on her pleasure, and relaxed in bliss. Cassie's tits stood straight out with the arrogance of youth (and the swelling of pregnancy), topped by pink nipples that were as erect as I've ever seen them. And of course there was that lovely belly, at the bottom of which was Valley's head, digging deep into her pussy. Gradually I stepped up the pace, beginning to push just a little harder into Val's tight little butt. She responded, pushing back at me, and also by stepping up the pressure on Cassie's pussy. Finally, as my strokes became more insistent, Valley gave way under the bombardment, and collapsed to the floor. I pulled her legs apart to give myself more room and then lowered myself on top of her, reaching around her chest to clutch her to me and to squeeze her hard little breasts. Valley responded by diving still deeper into Cassie's pussy, and Cassie by throwing her legs into the air and howling with lust. Cassie's orgasm set off a chain reaction. I slammed a couple more times into Valley's butt and then filled her bowels with sperm. She tightened and then seemed almost to faint, every part of her body totally relaxed, her face buried in Cassie's cunt. The thought struck me that she might suffocate, but apparently not. As I pulled my cock out of her still resisting ass, she raised up, her face twisted in a silly grin and covered from eyes to chin in Cassie-goo. "Jeez, " she breathed, "that was sooo good." It looked like Cassie agreed, as Valley lay down next to her and pulled her close, cradling the young girl's head on her shoulder. They could relax, but I wasn't to be given that option. As I sat back to rest, Sharon called my attention to the other side of the room, where she was working on Little Bit, who was going for her third orgasm. Wendy was now straddling the 11yo's head and getting what appeared to be a satisfactory licking. My refusal to marry Elizabeth had been a bone of low-level contention between Sharon and me for some time, so I responded quickly when she signaled me to come over. I didn't want more trouble. "I know you won't fuck her," she said with a look that said that my reasoning was incomprehensible, but she didn't want to argue at the moment, "but at least you can let her give you a blowjob." This was delivered with a look that said that if I didn't accept what she saw as a reasonable compromise, there definitely would be an argument. I complied and tapped Wendy on the shoulder to indicate that I was cutting in on this tongue-dance. Wendy willingly moved aside and moved to the other end of the daisy chain, getting under Sharon to lick her pussy. I straddled Elizabeth, looking down into her sweet, innocent face as she grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth. This was my first sex with Little Bit (at least since the night I had spent with her clone almost a year and a half previous). Though her blowjob was of course totally inept, and her mouth too small to take me in fully, she more than made up for it with enthusiasm - to say nothing of the visual pleasure of watching her cute face stretch open to take in my cock. It took only a few minutes of her tongue tickling the head of my cock before I grabbed her head and began stroking - very, very softly - into her mouth. I moved forward only an inch or so, but it was enough, and after only a few strokes I came into the young girl's mouth. Little Bit wasn't prepared for what she got, and gagged and coughed with surprise. Sharon quickly jumped up as I pulled my cock out of her daughter's mouth. She soothed the little girl, then had her lick the sperm that had spilled out on her chin. "See how good it tastes?" Sharon asks, getting an enthusiastic nod from the girl. "Now lick the rest off Daddy's cock," she went on. Again my cock was teased with those little kitten licks. I knew Sharon was turning up the pressure on me - and she was doing it very well. But while I was somewhat prepared for Sharon to pitch marriage to Elizabeth again (and Elizabeth had worn down considerably my will to resist), the next marriage proposal came from an entirely unexpected direction. ------- Chapter 54: More Marriage Mania, And A Soccer Shocker The wedding party took a break eventually to eat. But of course a meal at a Sacred Penis wedding turns into merely another way to celebrate sex. Although we ate various foodstuffs for a while, soon there was chocolate being smeared on people and licked off, followed by whipped cream, then whipped cream being sprayed into cunts and assholes, then strawberries being stuffed up vaginas. Little Bit (who, I was learning, was quite an imaginative - and hot - little babe) tried to create a chocolate sundae in her mother's pussy, but Sharon objected. "Damn," she moaned, "have you ever had a frozen clit?" Wendy, who was always willing to try anything, and was still riding high on the joy of finally being pregnant, came to the rescue, offering her cunt as a receptacle for Little Bit's sundae, and suggesting that the topping be changed to hot fudge to make it even more special After having Reward ensure that no damage to sensitive tissues would result from the hot fudge, I watched as Wendy held her pussy wide open while Little Bit ladled in a scoop of ice cream and covered it with hot fudge, whipped cream, and a highly-inappropriate-for-Wendy cherry. When it was apparently complete, however, Little Bit's sister called out, "What's a hot fudge sundae without nuts?" Which Valley amended by adding, "Right, and a banana, too!" Naturally, these suggestions met with general approval, especially from Little Bit, who grabbed my cock and practically yanked it off in her enthusiasm to add it to the melting mess in Wendy's crotch. I laid myself down next to Wendy and leaned over her to allow my nuts and banana to be laid atop the sundae. I wanted to point out that bananas are not a necessary complement to hot fudge - as they are to banana splits - but I was afraid of where Elizabeth might go with the term "banana split". With the final ingredients added, Elizabeth got busy. Eschewing implements, she stuck her face right into the mess, digging into the ice cream and occasionally raising her chocolate-covered face enough to suck my balls and cock with her cold mouth. It really wasn't the most erotic situation, nor was the blowjob particularly good (though the chocolate-covered tongue felt nice), but eventually I came, adding more goo to Little Bit's face and to the mess in Wendy's cunt. Little Bit immediately returned to the "bowl" and slurped up the last of the mixture. When she was done, Sharon suggested she wash her face, but there were numerous volunteers to take care of the job for her. Cassie and Valley got most of the mess off Little Bit while Wendy licked my dick clean, though towels and washcloths were required to get the last traces. The floor was another matter, and I was glad we had the Reward Carpet Cleaning Service on our side. After this interlude, we spent most of the rest of the afternoon in more mundane types of sucking and fucking. The only slightly unusual factor was that I allowed the women to take turns having cocks so that they could fuck each other when I was busy. Valley and Cassie particularly got into it, with Valley fucking Cassie several times. When they collapsed exhausted after their third or fourth (I was much too busy with Wendy and Sharon and Little Bit to be counting), Cassie sighed, "God, this is the best of both worlds - being fucked by a woman." Valley replied, "No, the best of both worlds is being a woman and fucking a woman." It was a conversation that I found offensively sexist, but I let it pass. In early evening we took another break, sending out for pizza and settling down to watch a movie. Elizabeth insisted on sitting on my lap during the movie, and several times I had to forestall her efforts to surreptitiously slide my cock into her cunt. I could see that between Little Bit and her mother, the pressure was going to build - what I didn't realize was that they had allies. But that's a matter that came up a bit later. While we were eating (when not being part of a sundae), and through the movie (when not distracted by Elizabeth's attempts at seduction), I was thinking about the Church of the Sacred Penis. It was originally just something I had made up as a vehicle for getting married, but the more I thought of it, the more I saw it as an opportunity to have some fun. The main things a successful religion needs, I decided, are some good rituals and a point of theology that differentiates them from the competition. We already had some good marriage rituals, I thought, and I figured I could come up with some more as I went along. As for theology, I worked up a little something, and then thought of rituals that I could relate to theology. Motioning for the attention of my flock, I told them, "As you may know, the Catholic Church says that statements from the Pope are infallible when he speaks from his throne - ex cathedra, as they call it." They nodded, even Wendy. "However, as we Penisites know, sex is truth, and therefore only those theological pronouncements made while your leader's Sacred Penis is lodged in his wife's pussy are infallibly true." They nodded again, showing complete understanding - Reward had told them that they had always known this. "Sharon," I said, motioning her to lie in front of me, "open your pussy - I need to reveal the basic theological truths of our religion." Everybody looked thoroughly impressed as Sharon lay in front of me, her legs spread and her pussy open, awaiting Truth. But I decided it would be easier to speak if I were sitting on the couch. "When the leader speaks to you after mounting his wife - what we call Sermons While Mounted -" they accepted this straight-faced, "it is your duty as Penisites to accept the truth of every word." They nodded again as I signaled for Sharon to get in doggy position, while I sat on the edge of the couch and entered her. When she was slowly moving back and forth, I began speaking again. "Just about every religion," I began portentously, "has some concept similar to grace - the means by which we achieve salvation. It is only the Church of the Sacred Penis that knows that sperm is grace. The substance that brings us life, is also the means of sanctification and salvation." All eyes in the room were watching me raptly. As I paused, there was no sound except the squishing of my cock as it slowly fucked Sharon. "Women of course do not have sperm," I went on. "Women sanctify themselves by receiving sperm from men. Therefore the central motivation of women's lives must be the seeking of sperm. In seeking sperm, you are seeking sanctification." I noticed that the other women were looking a bit wistfully at Sharon, each wishing that it were she who was about to be blessed. "The more sperm a woman receives," I said, "and the more ways she receives it, the closer she is to salvation." Sharon was pushing back against me faster now and murmured, "Oh god, that's good - fuck me harder." "It is right that Sharon addressed me as 'god' just now," I said, "because men are semi-divine, having been endowed by the Father with sperm." I got not a word of protest to this outrageous statement. "But a man can lose his status by not sharing his sperm. This is," I noted sternly, "in God's eyes, an act of unbelievable cruelty." "What Sharon said," I went on, "is the most sincere form of prayer - much better than the rote words used by other religions. Sharon's current position, bowing down to receive the Sacred Penis in her pussy or ass, is one of the preferred praying positions. Another is lying on your back and opening your pussy to the heavens. A third is similar to that of other religions - on your knees with hands clasped. But their hands are as empty as their religion itself - we know that your hands should be clasped around the Sacred Penis." As I felt my sperm rising under the pressure from Sharon's fucking, I concluded hastily with, "I consider it my duty as leader of this Church, to put as much sperm as possible into women - especially my wives." This pronouncement was received with grateful smiles at my generosity. I then gave an example of this generosity by shooting some grace into Sharon's cunt. After my Sermon, we settled down to some low-intensity sex, mostly cuddling and nuzzling. By this time, everybody was winding down after a long day of fucking. It was while I was lying on the floor, my head in Sharon's lap, with Elizabeth nibbling on my ear and Wendy nibbling on my cock, that Val asked me the question. "Tom, I want to marry Cassie," she said. "Is it okay with you?" Sharon went rigid with horror, but I stopped her before she was able to say anything. "Val," I said reasonably, "in case you haven't noticed, you're both female. And Cassie's married to me." "So?" Val replied equally reasonably. "You can supply us with cocks whenever we need one ('How do you do that?' She added in an aside). And you have several wives - why can't Cassie be married twice? But besides that, what counts is - we love each other." Cassie nodded enthusiastically. I looked at Sharon - the last sentence had melted her resistance somewhat. Val saw her opportunity and pressed it. "Tell you what," she bargained, "I know you don't want to lose Cassie, but there's no need to - you marry me, I marry Cassie." "So you'll be my wife and her husband?" I smiled. She laughed. "Something like that." She reflected. "Really not a bad arrangement for a bisexual." Again I looked at Sharon. She nodded. "If it makes Cassie happy... " she said. It made Cassie ecstatic. "I'll have two husbands, and one of them's a woman," she giggled. "How cool!" What I hadn't figured into the equation, and what even Sharon missed at first, was that, while Cassie was happy, Elizabeth was even angrier than she'd been before. When Sharon caught on, I got an earful in bed that night (a Penisite male's semi-divine status does not protect him from the same harassment accorded to husbands by wives of less enlightened faiths). Again, Sharon wouldn't let me sleep with Valley because we weren't married, nor would she let Valley sleep with Cassie - which I thought was a little strange, since they had made love all afternoon on the living room floor. It was one of those issues that don't yield to logic, because they aren't based on logic, and since I didn't much care about it anyway, I ignored it. I slept with Sharon, Cassie, and Wendy, while Valley slept with Elizabeth (which raised some more questions, which I pretended not to see). Meanwhile, I instructed Reward to get busy on a redesign of the house and furniture - it was obvious we needed a much bigger bed. And so, the next day, we went through the whole thing again, only double. Really not much difference, except that Little Bit pouted through the whole day and, instead of trying to seduce me as she'd done the day before, she pointedly ignored me. But more about that later. It had been a pretty busy weekend for me - getting married twice more, marrying off my stepdaughter to her lesbian lover, founding a new religion... and that was only in one of my lives - there were things going on elsewhere, as well. I also attended a soccer game that weekend. Thomas's team, the Heatwave, continued to progress, and won another game, 2-1. There was nothing particularly important about the game - Thomas played well, his friend Brandon Liggett scored the winning goal on a very nice pass from Thomas - but nothing unusual happened. Or rather, nothing happened that I noticed. As usual at these games, I met up with Brandon's older sister, Natalie, who gave me a great blowjob at halftime. After the blowjob and before our weekly fuck, we talked a bit. Natalie filled me in on ASU's women's soccer team (it appeared to be going nowhere, and Natalie was regretting not having gone out of state to one of the more successful programs - she'd been offered a scholarship to Notre Dame), and I asked her how her other brother, Jason, was doing with his new girlfriend, Mandy. At the mention of Mandy, Natalie's face lit up. The Liggett family believed in sharing, as I may have mentioned before, and Mandy, as I knew, had a lot to share. "My god, that is one hot little bitch!" she exclaimed. "The other day she came into my room," she smiled at the memory, "she'd just finished fucking Jason into a coma, and she came in and said, 'Your damn brother just passed out on me and my pussy's still hot.' And she just laid down on my bed and spread her legs and pulled open her pussy for me." Natalie laughed. "She knew I couldn't resist, and I didn't - I just hopped on the bed and we sixty-nined for like an hour, until she had to leave for cheerleader practice. I talked to Jason later, and I was kidding him about passing out, and he said he had fucked her four times. Geez," she shook her head respectfully, "that girl can do it." I filled Natalie in with a Mandy story of my own, and then we acted it out, Natalie ending up spread-eagled on the grass of the soccer sidelines, just as Mandy had been on the football sidelines on our first meeting, while I pounded down into her tight little cunt. Looking back, there was a certain nervousness about Natalie that day, and it seemed like there was something she wanted to tell me. But I was focused on the game, except when I was focused on Natalie's charms, and paid it no attention. I saw it in particular when the game ended and Thomas asked me if it was okay if he went home with Brandon. I asked Natalie if she minded, and for just a second there was a hesitation, before she said, "No, of course not." Had I been more attentive, I would have picked up on these signals at the time. But, as usual, I wasn't. I merely double-checked with Thomas to make sure his homework was done, then told him I'd have his sister pick him up at 6PM. I enjoyed making Sarah pick up Thomas when he was at the Liggett's, because I hoped she'd run into her old boyfriend, Jason. Or better yet, Mandy. As I've admitted before, I have a nasty streak. It was the following Wednesday that I found out what was bothering Natalie. Thomas had had soccer practice that afternoon and had gone home afterward with Brandon. Sarah wasn't around, so I drove the couple blocks over to the Liggett's to pick him up. Natalie answered the door, looking hot in cutoff jeans that showed her tanned, well-muscled legs, and a cut-off t-shirt that showed her equally tanned, equally well-muscled belly. I was just thinking about having a quickie, when I saw again a look of concern in her face. This time, I asked if there was something wrong. After a momentary hesitation, she nodded, and led me into the house and up the stairs to her room (I wondered briefly if her parents were home, or if Reward was keeping them out of sight), then hesitated again before speaking. "Tom, I don't know how to tell you this - I've been trying to get my courage up for the last couple weeks - it's that... " Her voice trailed off. I waited while she stammered a bit more, then took a deep breath and said, "You know you told me you didn't want me fucking Thomas?" I nodded. I was a bit shocked. Don't tell me she's - I started thinking to myself. But then I stopped; she couldn't, I remembered, because she can't disobey me. And besides, I mentally added, I had put Thomas on a no-girls diet after he knocked up Cassie. Natalie waited while I thought things through, then went on, "I don't know how to tell you, so... " She led me down the hallway, pausing at another door, before throwing it open. There was Thomas, his pants down, his cock in Brandon's mouth. I think I'll stick with understatement, and just tell you I was stunned. As soon as my brain was functioning again, my first thought was that I had fucked up again. I had put girls off-limits for a boy who had had his sexual batteries fully charged, so to speak, by Natalie, by Cassie, by the environment he was living in. Suddenly I remembered the football game at which Thomas had stared wide-eyed as the quarterback buttfucked the center - had I wiped his memory clean after that? I couldn't remember, and I didn't care. Okay, before we go much further, let's deal with the political correctness aspects of this situation: I readily admit that my reaction was decidedly un-pc, which surprised me to some extent. I've always considered myself rather enlightened in regards to sexual orientation - in the ad biz, an easy-going attitude is pretty much required. But up to now it was mostly theoretical - this was my son. All previous opinions on any subject are null and void as soon as the subject touches my family. If I had not had Reward, what would have been my reaction? Don't know. Initial shock, no doubt. Then, having no alternative, I'd probably have overcome my shock and learned to deal with the situation. But I do have Reward, and so my reaction was quick and to the point - I had Thomas immediately transported home, all memory of his liaison with Brandon erased, and all traces of homosexuality expunged from his system. I didn't care if he immediately started fucking every fourteen-year-old girl within five miles - in fact, I considered having Reward start lining them up. Natalie was afraid that I might be angry with her, Brandon, or her family in general. She didn't know about Reward, but was well aware that I had some kind of powers - having had a taste at our first meeting. I reassured her that any blame was mine, and left. A measure of how shook up I was, is that I had stopped noticing Natalie's gorgeous legs and tight little butt. When was the last time that had happened? I drove home slowly, questioning everything I had done since getting Reward, and wondering what I should do next. As usual on such occasions, I sought advice from Beth. However far out her activities were getting, she always had a levelheaded (if cynical) view of my problems. This time was no exception. I filled her in on the weekend's activities, finishing with my musings that I'd have Reward clone the entire teenaged female population of metro Phoenix and line them up outside Thomas's bedroom. Alternatively, I proposed sending Thomas to the Mallory Empire and declaring him Assistant Great One. "Let me get this straight," Beth said, "if you'll forgive the pun. You approve a marriage between two lesbians, one of them your step-daughter, both of them your wives, but you get all bent out of shape because your son is doing a little experimentation with his soccer buddy. Have I got it right?" "Well," I began weakly, forced to smile, "if you put it like that... " "Is there another way to put it?" she asked. "Come on, Tom, lighten up. By the way," she added, switching subjects, "I think Sharon and the kid - whatshername, Elizabeth - they're going to nail you pretty soon. I know how weak you are, and if you have one weakness that's greater than the others, it's little girls. I figure you'll be in her pussy by Thanksgiving. Hell, you'll probably knock her up as a Christmas present." I protested, laughing, and we chatted on, and as we did I slowly came around to her view about Thomas; talking with Beth usually allowed me to see things from a more relaxed perspective. Beth, as you would expect, loved the idea of the Church of the Sacred Penis and immediately began creating her own version, the Church of the Holy Clit. There were important differences, of course. In her church, men can be saved only by lapping up pussy juice. As we talked it over, she warmed to the subject, declaring herself the Blessed Mother and calling her followers the Blessed Motherfuckers. Also, given her proclivities, you'll not be surprised to learn that one of her first priorities was using her dungeon to set up an Inquisition. ------- Chapter 55: Called Into The Principal's Office The next couple weeks were comparatively quiet, so perhaps this is an opportunity to bring you up to date on developments on other fronts. I had ceased actively tormenting Sarah. Terrible as it had been for her to try to blackmail Ashley, I decided finally that she had been sufficiently punished. But not before putting her through hell. After her interlude with Rodney, the school nerd, I made sure that he talked about it all over the school, and had the principal announce it on the school PA system, right after the notice about the Chess Club meeting, and just before news about the car wash to raise money for the band's trip to San Francisco. At the next break, I had them walk hand-in-hand through the halls. It was a beautifully mortifying experience for Sarah. For a while, I had made her totally without sexual feeling, but driven to have sex - thus fucking endlessly but feeling nothing out of it. I had turned that around one day and caused her to have orgasms every five minutes throughout the day. I had caused her to be endlessly on the edge of orgasm, but unable to achieve it - when she would reach into her pussy to stroke herself, her fingers disappeared. I also tortured her in small, nonsexual ways. One day when her car was being repaired, I made the laughing suggestion that she ride a bike. Her look of horror at this led me of course to send her to school on a 1957 Schwinn, complete with basket on the front, a bell, a broken headlight, a slightly bent rear wheel, and a loose seat. Unfortunately, the kids at her school decided it was deliciously retro, and all I accomplished was a run on bikes at thrift stores all over the Valley. Another of my great ideas that backfired. Ultimately, of course, I was forced to recognize that, as my daughter, much of Sarah's nastiness was my own fault, and I dropped all the punishments. I left her with only two after-effects of the experience: I put a control on her that she couldn't hurt Ashley, and I let her remember, not the details of her humiliation, but the fact that I had brought her down - so that she wouldn't do the same thing again. Chris seemed to be enjoying her visits to her shrink. I met Dr. Kristin Martin only once and was a bit uncomfortable with her. Based on the waiting room literature, she appeared to be a bit more of an aggressive feminist than I'm comfortable with, and her attitude to me was decidedly cool. But she was Chris's doctor, not mine, and I was prepared to wait to see the results before making a judgment. Thus far there had been no noticeable results, but I had not expected any so quickly. I dropped the plans to have Thomas fuck every fourteen year old girl in Phoenix, although I had fun with the mental image of a mile-long line outside our house, with Chris and Sarah yelling "Take a number!" at everybody. I had screwed up the kid enough for now, and decided to just leave him alone for a while - although I also amused myself with the concept of bringing in Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera to have a little threesome with him. Now that Tom O'Malley and Ashley were allowed to be openly an item, they were having a great time dating - Tom got a real kick out of going to high school dances and parties (despite the music), and Ashley loved the envious looks she captured on her classmates' faces. I'll fill you in a bit more on this later. Things were quiet in the Mallory Empire, where my benevolent dictatorship had now spread over dozens of islands, and my benevolent dick (sorry, I couldn't resist) had spawned a population explosion that necessitated dozens of islands to contain it (okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but there were LOTS of kids). My other lives in other times were progressing equally well. Beth was having a blast with her church, which gave her all sorts of new ideas for weirdness. One unexpected result was that FuckMart opened a Religious Supplies department. It featured such items as rosaries consisting of beads intended to be inserted in the anus and connected to a dildo in the place of a crucifix, nun's habits with the back cut away for easy rear entry, and books such as "Lives of the Sluts" and the "Ballsomemore Catechism". My Church of the Sacred Penis was doing well, too, with my flock worshipping regularly at the priapic altar. Sharon was enjoying her status as senior wife, while Wendy glowed with the joy of pregnancy (and managed to step up her wanton behavior to new levels, something I would have considered impossible). Val and Cassie were having a great time being newlyweds, cuddling together on the couch every night - Cassie was getting cuter as she got rounder. The only negative in my life at this point was Elizabeth. Little Bit was mad, and she wasn't one to make a secret of her feelings. I had figured she'd get over her anger, and I made a few approaches to her, trying to appease her with pussy licks and sixty-nining. But she was not to be so easily bought off, and Sharon didn't let up on me either. I have no doubt that eventually, as Beth predicted, I would have given in, but the matter was brought to a head a few days before Thanksgiving. The occasion was the mandatory fall parent-teacher conferences. The previous week we had gotten a note informing us we were scheduled for our meeting on Monday evening. Expecting little beyond, "Elizabeth is a fine girl and we're so pleased with her progress other than a little trouble with math do you have any questions thank you for coming," I came home from work early and Sharon and I headed for the school. (In case you were wondering, after Sharon's former husband had seen that he wasn't going to starve her into submission, he had started harassing her in other ways. I finally tired of him and had Reward put his company into bankruptcy and find him a new job in Minnesota, from whence he is seldom heard any more). The meeting started pretty much as expected. Sister Jean, a middle-aged nun who wore mostly conservative civvies other than a short scarf-like veil, went over Elizabeth's report card with us. We discussed her math problems, and then we listened to what a charming, young lady she was. And then, instead of "Thank you for coming tonight," the sentence after "charming young girl" began with, "There's just one other thing I need to discuss with you." Sister Jean frowned a bit in thought as she paused, then smiled to put us at ease. "I'm always reluctant, of course," she began hesitantly, "to discuss matters involving a student's home life, but there are times when it's necessary, so I'll just get right into it - it will be easier if we're direct about this." She smiled again in a way that told me that I wasn't expected to like what I was about to hear. I glanced inquiringly at Sharon, who looked worried. "As I'm sure you are aware," she went on, "the children talk among themselves about things that happen at home, and sometimes we overhear things we're not supposed to." She smiled deprecatingly. "Most of these things are trivial, but sometimes we hear something that concerns us, and we feel obligated to ask a few questions." Sharon's voice trembled a bit as she asked, "You've heard something disturbing about our home?" "What I heard," the nun answered, turning to speak to me, "and what concerns me so much, is that Elizabeth says that you have flatly refused to take her virginity. Is that true, Mr. Mallory?" I must report that the nun did not say this in an accusatory manner. Her face radiated Christian concern about my failings. I didn't quite know how to answer, but Sharon didn't hesitate. "I'm afraid it is true, Sister." Sister Jean looked very sad about having had her fears confirmed. "Mister Mallory," she said softly, "I know you don't want to hurt Elizabeth, but she's at a very difficult time in her life. It's always so difficult when there's a divorce and remarriage," she sighed, "and when the girl's father, as I understand it, is almost entirely out of her life." She looked for confirmation to Sharon, who nodded. "You're the father-figure in her life," she said, succeeding at making me feel very guilty for my failure to adequately fill that role, "and as such she looks to you for affirmation of her growth into puberty and of her sexual desirability. At present she's not receiving it, and it leaves her with very conflicted feelings - both about you and about herself." Now, having made me feel like a total worm, Sister Jean switched gears. "You are Penisites, aren't you?" she asked. Sharon and I both nodded. "I just asked because I wanted to be sure there was no religious reason - some religions disapprove of sex with children," she noted, "but that isn't the case with Penisism, I don't believe. It's rather encouraged, isn't it?" Sharon nodded, looking over at me rather smugly. "Elizabeth has told us about some of the home orgies you've had recently," she smiled. "They sound like fun. But again," she went on, "she tells us that you fuck everybody but her - you can imagine how that makes her feel." Sharon shot another nasty look at me, as I sunk into my chair. "How many wives do you have, Mr. Mallory?" the nun asked. "Four," I lied. "And two of them are pregnant," the nun noted, "Cassie and one of your other wives." She smiled. "Big families are so nice, and we see so few of them these days. I really commend you," she added, apparently feeling she had pounded me enough and now wanted to back off a bit. "It just seems to make it even more difficult that you're married to Cassie - you know what sibling rivalries are like. And especially since Cassie is pregnant - such a lovely little belly on that girl, she's due in April, isn't she?" she added as an aside. "As it gets closer you'll have to discuss with her teachers how you'll keep her up to date on her school work." She didn't follow up the marriage angle any further, but her drift was clear. She folded her hands on the desk, adopting a pose that told me she was getting down to the real core of the thing. "Now, legally of course we're required to report all cases of suspected child abuse. I'm not really certain about whether a father refusing to fuck his daughter falls into that category, but where it appears to be causing the child such distress, it may be necessary to notify the Department of Family Services if it were to continue." She paused, the threat left hanging in the air. Sharon assured her that the situation would be dealt with promptly. Sister smiled and thanked us, the tough job completed. "Do you think you'll be getting her pregnant soon? I know she'd love that - nobody else in her class is pregnant, and of course there's the sibling rivalry issue, as we discussed." She smiled understandingly as Sharon said that Little Bit's periods hadn't begun yet. "Well, of course, we have to wait for things on God's schedule then, but I'd recommend a pregnancy as soon as possible." I'll give Sharon credit; she managed to wait all the way to the car before jumping me. But after that the I-told-you-so's and the none-of-this-would-have-happened-if-you'd-listened-to-me's and the see-what-a-mess-you've-made's continued all the way home. I didn't even bother to say that I'd marry Little Bit ASAP - it was a given. Since I was busy saying, "Yes, dear" to Sharon, I waited until we were home to put a pause on things and ask Reward what the hell had happened. I could, of course, have stopped the nun at any point, but the thing was so surreal that I was initially stunned, and then amused, and finally anxious to see how it came out. But now I wanted an explanation - how could a nun threaten to report me for not being a child molester? He began, rather defensively, by pointing out that I made things rather difficult on him by wanting the world to go on in an ordinary way, while my family and I behaved in rather extraordinary ways. The way Reward bridged the gap, it seemed, was to make minimal changes in the thinking of those people who came in contact with my family members. Thus, when Little Bit told her friends at school about a weekend orgy, it would register on any listeners as no more remarkable than having a clown at a kid's birthday party. When Cassie announced her pregnancy, it seemed an ordinary rite of passage, equivalent to a girl's first period. And when Little Bit whined that her stepfather was cruel because he wouldn't fuck her, it struck the nun as an issue that needed resolution at the earliest opportunity. Reward assured me that the nun was otherwise unaffected - that she would for example react in horror, and immediately be on the phone to DFS, if any other student mentioned "inappropriate touching", or whatever the term is, by a relative. I wondered briefly about the ripple effects of this. I can see for example the mother of another student talking with the nun as Cassie walked by, and mentioning that "Cassie Prince is certainly putting on weight," to which the nun would reply, "Oh no, she's pregnant; and her name is Mallory now - she's married to her stepfather." And then the mother asks her hairstylist, "What's a good baby shower present for a fourteen-year-old? One of my daughter's classmates is pregnant." To which the beautician responds, "Isn't that nice? I think girls are so cute when they get knocked up at that age. Buy her diapers - you can never have too many." The possibilities were endless. But I shook off the thoughts - as long as Reward was handling it, I figured, it wasn't something I needed to worry about. The more immediate concern was Little Bit. I had told myself I wasn't going to have sex with her, but I'd been steadily weakening. Beth had bet I'd marry her by Thanksgiving, and it looked like she was right. I could keep stalling, but I knew as well as Beth did that I was going to give in to temptation sooner or later. And in that case it might as well be sooner. So when I finished talking with Reward and unfroze everybody, Sharon made me go into the family room, where Little Bit was watching TV. I did the job right, getting down on my knees in front of the couch where she was sitting (which still left me at eye-level), taking her hand in mine, and asking if she would consent to be my bride. Elizabeth's reaction was to shout with glee, give me a big kiss, fall back on the couch, pull down her shorts, spread her legs, and holler, "Come on, fuck me!" Sharon felt that this was an inappropriate response to a marriage proposal and told Little Bit that it was time to go to bed - alone - and that they'd plan the wedding the next morning. Sharon decided on a Thanksgiving wedding (we never wasted time in our household, and with Reward to do all the work, why should we?). She called the school and told them that Elizabeth would be out for a couple days getting ready for her wedding - which was fine with the school, of course. Having been through three weddings (or a wedding and a double wedding) in the past few weeks, I decided to put in a couple variations. The family orgy having been done, I thought we'd be more traditional and have an actual honeymoon. So I had Reward put the idea into Sharon's and Elizabeth's heads, and when they came home from shopping Tuesday evening, they informed me that after the ceremony we would have a combo wedding banquet / Thanksgiving dinner, and then Little Bit and I would go to Disneyland for our honeymoon. There may be more romantic spots, but not if you're eleven, I guess. So Thursday morning dawned to the confusion of last minute preparations. Since Sharon wanted me out of the way, I stayed in bed late getting a couple pre-nuptial blowjobs from the bride's sister. So I was well primed when Sharon came upstairs to tell us that everything was on schedule. She was upset with Cassie for not being ready, and sent her off to get dressed. Feeling deprived, I pointed out that chasing off Cassie had left me with a hard-on and nowhere to put it. Sharon laughed that I should save it for the bride, and urged me to get dressed, meanwhile doing as she preached, peeling off her shorts and blouse preparatory to putting on her new dress. I came up behind her as the blouse dropped to the floor, reaching around to cup her full, heavy breasts. "I can put a little something in the mother of the bride and still have plenty left for Elizabeth," I said. "Tom, we don't have time," she said, but made no move to stop me. I squeezed her breasts and she leaned back against me. We cuddled like that for a moment; I held her tight, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. "I'm not as young as all the rest of them," she said out of the blue. I didn't know how to answer. "But you fuck as well as ever," I said, truthfully if unromantically. She laughed and turned around. "So do me fast," she said, "we're running late." We did it fast. I had her bend over and grab the footboard of the bed (now large enough for six), and slid my cock up into her pussy. I went slowly for the first few strokes, before getting into a good rhythm. Then I grabbed her ass and began stroking into her hard. We were interrupted once when Wendy came in, looking for her shoes - which upset our rhythm for a second. Wendy asked if we needed any help, but Sharon assured her we were doing fine. We got back to a good, steady beat as Wendy left and a few moments later I shot into her. Then we got dressed. As we were going down the stairs, I in my tux, as Sharon and Little Bit had insisted, Sharon in a beautiful light blue designer something, she stopped me briefly to speak softly: "You take good care of our little girl," she told me, looking like she was on the verge of tears. When I was in the living room, Elizabeth followed down the stairs. She was in a perfect replica, size zero I suppose, of the wedding dress Audrey Hepburn wore in "Funny Face". I can't describe such things - it was white and it had a veil - but it was beautiful, and she was as cute and as desirable as anything I've ever seen in my life. The wedding went pretty much according to form - or at least according to Church of the Sacred Penis form. It opened with "Oh Promise Me", which had a few small variations ("Oh promise me, that you'll take my hand," became... well, you can guess). Then we made our mutual pledges to each other, in CSP tradition: "I pledge to worship and serve this sacred penis in every way, to love it and please it, and to welcome it into every part of my body, so help me god," swore Little Bit. To which I replied, placing my hand on her head as she knelt before me, "I consecrate you and accept you as my wife and as a worthy receptacle for my penis. I pledge to fuck you frequently and to fill your belly with children. You may now suck the sacred penis." Sharon, Little Bit, and I had agreed that the Blessed Trifecta could be performed on the honeymoon, but we felt that at least a blowjob was essential to a Penisite wedding, and Little Bit did the job right, opening my pants and sucking the head of my cock into her lovely little mouth. Sharon had let her wear make-up for the first time on the occasion of her wedding, and the lovely, deep-red lips stretched around my cock were a gloriously erotic sight. Elizabeth had apparently been getting instructions from my other wives for the past few days, because her cocksucking had improved dramatically. (I later learned that this was the case - all the others had been giving her lessons on cocksucking and everything else). Genetics probably had something to do with it as well - her mother gave great mouth. Anyway, Little Bit sucked in more and more of my cock, pulling her jaw farther and farther open until she had most of it in, and the tip of my cock nestled against her tonsils (or something down in there). Then she smiled up at me in triumph, and began slowly moving her head back and forth, allowing a little of my cock to escape, but then eagerly reclaiming it. As the pressure of her lips and the warmth of her mouth had its effect on me, her tongue began to add to the mix, swirling slowly around the length of my cock, caressing it lovingly. Somehow, and I don't think this can be taught - I think it takes experience or, in Little Bit's case, the instincts of a born courtesan - she knew when I was about to come. She slowly released my cock and looked up at me with a teasing look. Then she licked the head of the cock, looked up at me again, and said, "Fuck my face." Then the cock was back in her mouth, and she looked up invitingly. I grabbed her head just behind each ear and pulled her to me as my hips pushed my cock into her mouth. Then I eased off from her and again pulled her forward as I stroked between those bright red lips. I looked down at her beautiful young face, the pretty blue eyes looking up at me, daring me, urging me to fuck her harder. The blowjob was great, the view was even better, and I stroked into my little bride's face just a few more times before going rigid, pulling her head forward suddenly, and shooting my load deep down her throat. I came in two or three long, hot spurts, then relaxed and let Elizabeth loose as I stumbled to a chair. As I sat back, Little Bit climbed up on my lap and cuddled against me. "Pretty good, huh?" she asked softly. When I could walk again, we all headed into the dining room and had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner. I reflected as I struggled with carving the turkey (something I've never been able to do well, but I figure that as long as I get the meat off the bone, nobody cares what it looks like) that here was another of those little benefits of Reward that one often forgets. The typical Thanksgiving dinner has so many courses that there's no possibility that they'll all get to the table at the right time. Either the turkey takes too long and the potatoes get cold and the rolls burn, or the turkey gets done early and everybody's scrambling to get all the side-dishes ready. Not a problem with Reward - everything was right on schedule. The meal was great, accompanied by much banter and teasing, most of it directed toward Elizabeth. Cassie, typical of big sisters, was happy to lead the torment, telling her little sister that, "With your little hole, in a few hours, you're going to feel as stuffed as the turkey." But Little Bit held her own, telling Cassie that, "You're the one who looks stuffed these days." Seeing things degenerating into a sisterly catfight, Sharon shushed the girls, so everybody turned on me. Val said they'd never see us again, "Because once you get into Elizabeth's pussy, you probably won't be able to get out." When the meal was complete, Elizabeth and I changed our clothes and then said goodbye at the door, to more good wishes and jokes. Sharon, as a typical mother, got all teary in kissing her baby goodbye, and had to offer some whispered last-minute advice. Then she turned to me. "You've got three nights over there in California," she said, "and I expect her to come back well-fucked." We flew into John Wayne Airport on Reward Airlines, and Elizabeth had the opportunity to give me another blowjob on the plane. She wanted to climb on my lap and fuck, but I persuaded her to wait for a bed at the hotel. I was beginning to realize that this was one of the hottest little babes I'd ever met up with. I hadn't made any travel plans, but that was something I'd learned I could dispense with. Reward conjured up a limo waiting for us at baggage claim (we got a lot of strange looks when we walked up to the carousel and our bags immediately popped out, while people on earlier flights were still waiting). At the hotel, I asked the desk clerk for a room, the four foot seven Elizabeth at my side. "Of course," he replied. "I imagine you and your daughter will want a twin double?" "Well, she is my daughter," I replied with a smile, "but she's also my wife. We'd like the Honeymoon Suite." "Of course," he smiled. "Our congratulations and best wishes." We thanked him, and as I filled out the registration card, he went on. "Now, normally we provide complimentary champagne with the Honeymoon Suite, but I'm afraid Mrs. Mallory is underage... " he said apologetically. I assured him that we wouldn't want Disney Corporation to break the state liquor laws. "We're probably going to be too busy fucking all night to waste time drinking anyway," I reassured him laughingly, "but perhaps you could send a meal up in a couple hours." "Pepperoni pizza," Little Bit chimed in. The desk clerk said he would take care of it, rang for the bellhop, and a few minutes later my wife and I were alone in our room. ------- Chapter 56: The Honeymooners - Part 1 When I opened my bag and bent over it, preparatory to putting my clothes away, Elizabeth came up behind me and felt my ass. Then, as I stood up, she wrapped her arms around me, running her hands over my belly, then lowering them to my crotch; feeling my cock through my pants, she said, "Let's not waste time with that stuff, don't we have something more important to do?" When I turned around she leered up at me, then reached up to my neck to pull me down. Instead I effortlessly lifted her, holding her by her tight little ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist (they were barely long enough), and her arms around my neck, and she plastered her mouth to mine. We kissed long and hard, darting our tongues into each other's mouths, till I carried her over and laid her on the huge, white-covered, four-poster bed. As she lay back, her long blonde hair sprawled over the pillow, she looked up at me and said, "I've waited so long for this, Tom. I just can't wait any more." With that, she began unbuttoning her blouse, but I stopped her saying, "No, I want to unwrap my wedding present." She smiled and reached for my pants, unbuttoning them as she said, "Then I get to open mine - and I'm not slow with presents." She wasn't kidding, she had my pants unzipped and down to my knees in no time - which made it difficult for me to complete the opening of her blouse, though I didn't much care when she stuffed my cock in her mouth and began sucking. This blowjob, however, was a brief one. As soon as I was thoroughly hard, Elizabeth smiled up at me and said, "That's it - now fuck me." And again she was lying back on the pillow, unbuttoning her blouse. Again I stopped her, but only so I could do it myself. In seconds, the blouse was open, and her lacy training bra exposed. I kissed her neck and ear as my hand cupped a tiny breast though the thin fabric, then I reached behind her to unclasp the bra. After only a bit of fumbling, the bra was loosened and her tiny breasts, little more than bumps topped by puffy little pink aureoles, were revealed. She smiled down at her breasts, squeezing them. "I love to play with my titties," she said. "Look at how hard my nipples are." The nipples were indeed extraordinarily erect, in remarkable proportion to the tiny breasts that provided their base. I tweaked one, and drew an intake of breath. "You can play with my tits later," Elizabeth said. "The reason they're hard is because I want to be fucked." With that she reached down to her jeans, starting to unbutton them. It was obvious that if I wanted to open my present, I'd need to be snappy about it, so I quickly unzipped the jeans, and pulled them off her, while Elizabeth shrugged off her blouse and bra, then lay back again, wearing only a pair of pink panties, decorated with red and white hearts, and by a spreading wet spot. "I like the panties," I said. "Mom picked them out," the girl answered. "She said you'd like them." I leaned over to kiss her, then kissed the hard little nipples and her belly, then began to slowly kiss down toward her pussy. "No, Tom," she whined, "please - you can do that next time. Please fuck me now." I looked at her pleading face, and reached for the pink panties. In a second I had pulled them down her legs, and those legs had spread like butterfly wings to reveal Elizabeth's tiny slit of a cunt. "Please," she said softly. "Now." I couldn't resist delaying just one more moment, as I dove down between her legs to kiss the soft pinkness lying between them. Her clit seemed a twin (or triplet) of her nipples, standing out hard and high. I took in the softly musky odor of her passion, and licked lightly at the lips of her pussy, and then touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. "Ooh, that's nice," she said with a shiver. I did it again and she shivered again. But Little Bit was remarkably single-minded for a girl of eleven. Even in the midst of the pleasure of a cunt-licking, she kept her eyes on the prize. "That's really nice," she said, pulling at my head. "I'm going to want a lot more of it," she added, "but right now I want to fuck." I was reluctant to leave her tasty little pussy, but the prospect of fucking this hot little virgin was sufficient to convince me to do as she wanted. I raised myself up over her, my hard cock poised over her expectant pussy. I looked down into the pretty girl's eyes and felt the heat of her lust looking back at me. "Oh god, Tom, I want this," she breathed. I kissed her lips softly as I lowered my cock to the tiny opening between her legs. "Put it in," I told her. Little Bit reached between her legs and took my cock in her soft hands. Slightly nervous, she fumbled a bit before placing the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. Then she spread her legs farther apart and looked up at me, saying, "Do it." Again I lowered my head to kiss her, and as our lips met, my cock pushed forward firmly, tearing easily through the thin membrane. "Urgh!" she grunted. She grimaced a bit with the pain, and a tear formed in the corner of one eye. Her eyes closed for a moment, and I waited until they reopened. "Is that it?" she asked. "That's the worst of it," I answered. "It might hurt a little more as it's going in." "It was no big deal," she said wonderingly. "I'm glad," I said, kissing her. She held on to lengthen the kiss, and I pushed my cock forward just a bit while our tongues played. As we broke the kiss, she urged me on. "That's good," she said. "It doesn't hurt much, put it all in." I continued pushing forward slowly, stretching the limits of her tight little hole. She was very wet, and the lubrication helped, but she was so small that I could advance only by small increments and then wait as her tissues adjusted to the invader. Little Bit's eyes were closed, except for brief moments when she looked up to assure me she was okay and to encourage me to press on. Her face was a mask of concentration as she allowed the new feelings to wash over her. It seemed to take forever, but soon my groin rested against hers and the head of my cock was lodged deep inside her. "That's it," I said with a kiss. "You've got it all." "Wow!" she squeaked. "I did it!" Pride lit her face. "You did it, sweetie," I acknowledged. It felt like my cock was imprisoned in a velvet vise - it was heaven. Little Bit liked it too. "It feels really cool," she said. "I feel so full, and I feel little tingles inside." We lay quiet for a few moments, concentrating on our pleasure, then I began pulling my cock very slowly out. I came out only an inch or so before pushing softly back in, then repeated the motion, pulling a little farther out. It took several such strokes before I could get my cock almost all the way out, then put it back deep inside her with a long, slow stroke. As I did, Elizabeth took in her breath sharply. "Oh wow," she said, "we're fucking." She smiled up at me happily. "We're really finally fucking." I pulled out again and pushed it a bit more strongly back in, her fuckhole still incredibly tight, but now yielding deliciously to me as I stroked through it. "You can do it harder now," Little Bit urged. "I'm ready." I looked down at the small child, her eyelids drooping with passion as she felt my cock pushing in and out of her pussy, her legs spread wide, her knees bent back against the bed and her heels resting on my ass cheeks, flexing with me as my hips pushed, now faster, against her. "Harder now," she repeated, her hips now lifting up off the mattress to match my strokes. "I'm ready," she said, as her arms wrapped around my neck. I was increasing my pace as both our temperatures rose. Her hips drove harder against me now, and I could feel the seed rising in me as I drove into her, the delicious tightness of her cunt seeming to increase its pressure on my cock. Little Bit's breath was coming faster now as her arms tightened around my neck. "Do it," she whispered, barely audible, though my ear was resting against her lips. "Do it," she whispered again, and I did it and she spoke no more, just breathing harder and faster into my ear, her breath coming in quick little gasps, in perfect time to my increasingly rapid strokes. Then she squealed as her orgasm struck, and she went rigid, pulling me tightly to her with both her arms and legs. I pushed into her as deep and hard as I could, then pulled out and slammed down on her once more, putting my cock deep inside her as she felt sperm splash into her womb for the first time. My cock spurted for what seemed hours, one long stream after another, until I felt totally empty, and collapsed atop my little bride. After a long hug, I rolled off her, though even as it began to deflate, my cock had a tough time exiting Elizabeth's tight hole. We hugged again, then Little Bit sat cross-legged in front of me, looking down to inspect her pussy closely, opening it wide. "Isn't there supposed to be more blood than that?" she asked. "Are you disappointed?" I asked in reply. She smiled. "No, but I'd heard stories about all this blood, and there's just a few smears on me." She checked the bed, which had a couple small splotches. "Like the stories about the pain," I reminded her. "Sometimes it's true, but things get exaggerated." She nodded. "There's some on your cock, too," she said, grinning. "I'll take care of that." She licked the cock a couple times. "Ever notice that blood tastes kind of metallic?" "You must have a high level of iron," I noted. "Really? Is that what causes it?" she asked. "I don't know," I admitted. "I just made it up." She grinned and put the head of my cock in her mouth, smiling at me with her eyes as her tongue tickled the head. I just closed my eyes and leaned back on the pillow, enjoying the delightful combination of tickles and suction. In a few moments, the inevitable happened, my cock hardened, and then the suction stopped. I opened my eyes to see Little Bit looping a leg over my body and, an instant later, lowering her small body down onto my cock. This was a girl who wasted little time. I shot four loads of sperm into her before the pizza arrived, though by the last fuck she had at least cooled down enough to allow some foreplay. With the arrival of the pizza, though, she was again an eleven-year-old girl, turning on the TV to watch some silly sitcom and chattering excitedly about which rides we'd go on the next day. Afterward we walked out on the balcony and watched the fireworks show at the park. When I suggested though that perhaps she was tired and we should get to bed since we had another big day ahead of us, her face fell. "Well, going to bed is all right," she said, "but... we're going to fuck some more, aren't we?" "Er, of course," I answered, resigning myself (well, okay, it wasn't exactly resignation, but I wondered if even Reward could give a man enough energy to satisfy this little sexpot). "Good," she said excitedly, "because I have a surprise for you. Stay here until I tell you to come inside," she added, going through the sliding doors back into the room, and closing the curtains behind her. While I waited for my surprise, I asked Reward if he was responsible for the girl's incredible sexuality. He denied responsibility, saying he had done nothing beyond the usual tune-up he did on all my women, making their erogenous zones more... well, erogenous - their breasts and clits responding immediately and strongly to any stimulation. But Little Bit seemed to need no stimulation. I could only conclude that this was simply her nature, and/or that it was the result of having lived for the past year-plus in a home in which sex was a constant. My thoughts were cut short as a call came from inside, telling me that I could return to the room. I stepped through the door to see a vision straight out of Arabian Nights, the small girl reclining on her side on the bed, her body wrapped in a transparent material, except for small patches of silver lame over her crotch and breasts, her face half-hidden behind a veil. "How may I serve my master?" she asked. Above the veil, her twinkling eyes indicated that she was having a hard time not laughing at my surprise. But I quickly recovered, and walked over to the bed, opening my robe and saying, "Serve me with your mouth." She removed the veil and smiled up at me, taking my cock into her mouth and slowly sucking it all the way in, before beginning a back and forth movement of her head. As always, I enjoyed the suction, but the blowjob improved dramatically when Elizabeth rolled over on her back, taking my cock into her mouth upside-down, and spreading her delightful little body before my feasting eyes. And even this improved still further as she pulled her knees up to her chest and separated her legs, revealing that the pants of her harem girl costume were crotchless. I immediately grabbed Elizabeth by the hips and lifted her small body off the bed, bringing her cunt up to my mouth. The tiny slit that I had been pounding into all day opened invitingly as her legs locked around my neck. Her suction on my cock increased as my tongue dipped into the tiny fuckhole that only a few hours before had been protected by a hymen. Now it stood open and my tongue darted inside, caressing its inner walls. As my tongue began fucking in and out of her vagina, Little Bit groaned with pleasure, the vibrations sweetening the pleasure my cock was feeling in her mouth. I opened my eyes at that moment to notice the girl's small puckered asshole right in front of me - I began working a finger into it, causing Little Bit to squirm and squeal with pleasure. She drew her head away from my cock, and I heard a tiny voice from between my legs ask, "Please, Tom, fuck me in the ass." I laid her gently on the bed, then grinned at her and said, "Ask properly, harem girl." Laughing, Little Bit raised her knees up to near her head, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and said, "Please, Master, allow me to serve you with my ass." But I wanted to play first. I knelt between her legs, looking down at her wet, glistening pussy and, just below it, the small, wrinkled brown hole, pulled slightly open. I rubbed my finger in her pussy, scooping up a gob of her juice, then used it to help the finger slide slowly into her asshole. As the finger drove in, she gasped with pleasure and pushed her ass back against me. When my finger was all the way in, I wiggled it around, watching her pussy pulse where I was rubbing against the thin membrane between. "Ohh," she moaned, "That's so good!" Always ready to dispense with foreplay and get down to the main event, she immediately began lobbying for cock. "Tom, I want to fuck," she said, then began pushing harder against my finger, "Let's go," she said, "stick it in me." But I was enjoying the scenery, and sat watching her drive her ass up, fucking my finger. I added a thumb in her pussy and rubbed the thumb and finger together, driving her a little crazier. When I saw how close she was at that point to orgasm, I reached over with my other hand to pinch her tiny tit, then began driving the thumb and finger in and out in a fucking motion. It took only a moment to drive her over the edge, as she exploded with pleasure, and went limp, sprawling motionless on the bed. "That was so good," she said a moment or so later, when she was recovering. At that point I resumed slowly fingerfucking her ass. When she felt the movement she sighed with pleasure and smiled at me. "I'm ready, Master," she said softly, "please take me." I took her. I was hard and ready, and she was beautiful - even more so with the sight of her hot little ass, now open and ready as she again brought her knees up high and pulled her cheeks apart. I silently told Reward to make sure she was well lubed as I brought my cock to the entrance and began to push slowly in. She grunted as the first millimeter of the head poked in, and I paused, to ensure there was no pain. "Damn it!" she said, irritated. "Don't stop. I'm no baby - fuck me." I was tempted to slam hard into her, but I resisted, though I did push forward a bit faster, aided by her ass pushing back at me and her hands on my ass urging me on. "Oh god, that's good," she breathed, over and over, "Oh god, that's good," as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into her virgin ass. I pushed forward steadily and her legs opened wider and her ass raised higher in the air to give me more room. "Oh god, that's sooo good," she said one last time as she felt my belly press against her cunt and knew that my cock was all the way in her. Then she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me down for a deep, long, tonguing kiss. When we at last broke our kiss and I readied to pull out of her, she held me. "Don't move," she said, "I want to feel it in me. God, I feel it way up there." "Do you like it?" I asked, though the answer was clear on her face. "Like it?" she opened her eyes in wonderment. "My god, I wish I could feel it in my throat - I wish it would come out my mouth." "That actually sounds kind of disgusting," I answered, "but it could be arranged, I suppose." "I don't know what you mean," she said, wrinkling her nose, "but somehow I think you could do it if you wanted to." She paused to wriggle her butt. "But that's enough talking, it's time to fuck." It being time to fuck, we fucked. I pulled my cock slowly out of her ass, raising myself up so that I could watch my cock coming out of her. "Look at it, Little Bit," I said. "Look at it coming out of your ass." She watched, fascinated, as my cock pulled membrane out of her as it rose. I stopped when only the head was left in. She stared at my cock, just barely in her ass, then pushed up, trying to get it back in. "What do you want?" I asked. "Geez, Tom, don't tease me," she begged. "Please, I need your cock." "Where do you want it?" She was almost desperate, but nonetheless she began to laugh at the teasing. "Goddammit, I want your fucking cock in my fucking ass." Now it was my turn to laugh. "You mean you want my fucking cock fucking your fucking ass?" "Fucking right," she giggled, then turned semi-serious. "Come on, please," she wheedled, then turned the wheedling tone on high, "Please, master, please, let your little harem girl have her butt-fucking." Now she placed a finger in her mouth and gave me an ultra-innocent look - a look one would expect from an eleven-year-old, but not from this one: "I promise to be very good if you'll just slam your hard cock up my asshole." It would take a stronger man than me to resist that. I began to slide my cock, slowly again, into her. When I was halfway in, she suddenly shoved her hips forward violently and drove my cock all the way deep inside. She roared with passion, and perhaps with a bit of pain. "That's the way I want it," she said. "I want it hard." I pulled out a bit faster and started in smoothly again, but she pounded back at me, grabbing my ass and pulling my cock into her. "Hard," she said. "Hard." Driven by her frenzy, I quickly lost all restraint and began hammering down on her tiny body. It seemed though that nothing was enough for her, as she continued to demand more. "Harder!" she screamed. "Faster! More!" Soon I was pounding her ass with a lightning series of strokes and she was screaming in ecstasy as a violent orgasm ripped through her. I continued through her orgasm, though now my pace slowed slightly and the power of the blows increased. Now it was a short series of sledgehammer blows and her body shook as each pounded into her. Then we both shuddered as she felt my warm seed spurt into her bowels. I lay on top of her for a long time, exhausted, before rolling off, my cock pulling from her ass, followed by a trickle of semen. "Do you like it better in the pussy or ass?" I asked lying beside her, her head resting on my arm. "Geez, I don't know," she answered, genuinely puzzled. "What I like mostly about the ass is that it's so dirty." She grinned. "I love being dirty." "Did it hurt?" I asked. Though Reward had been instructed to hold any pain down, I had been going at her pretty hard. "A little," she said. "But I like it when it hurts. That's part of the fun, because hurting is dirty." I looked at her wonderingly. Then the innocent little eleven year old face broke into a grin, and she wrinkled her nose at me. "I'm just a filthy little slut," she said, "and you love me, don't you?" I kissed her deeply, because I loved her, then we lay cuddling together, and soon were both asleep. ------- Chapter 57: The Honeymooners - Part 2 We were up early the next morning. Of course, the first thing we did was fuck. Then we took a shower, fucking again there. And, after breakfast, just as we were leaving for the park, Elizabeth turned back from the door, got on the bed, spread her legs and said, "Just one more time before we go, okay?" Once we got to the park, she was again a typical little girl, wide-eyed at Cinderella's Castle, eager to ride on every ride at once, giddy and silly after Space Mountain. We didn't break for lunch until midafternoon. We had filled up several times on junk, but finally my stomach rebelled and said it needed real food. Having seen the Cajun restaurant as we passed by it on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, Elizabeth insisted we eat there. It was an okay meal, and the place was not packed as it usually is, it being the lull between lunch and dinner. When we were leaving the restaurant, Little Bit went into the ladies room. But as soon as she was through the door, she came back and beckoned to me. Wonderingly, I followed her a step or two in. "There's nobody here," she said. "Quick!" Then she pulled me into a stall. "I've been waiting hours for this," she said, leaning over and grabbing the back of the toilet after reaching behind herself to pull up her skirt. "Pull down my panties and fuck me quick," she said, whispering. I did as I was told, first telling Reward to make sure nobody came in, then feeling her tight little ass through the thin nylon panties, and finally pulling them down to reveal the peaches and cream of her skin. Her words from the night before were on my mind when I looked at the beautiful little butt. I decided I'd see how she really felt about pain. "You're a very bad girl, Elizabeth," I said. "Huh? Come on, hurry," she answered. "Somebody might come in." "Yes," I answered, "and we'd get in trouble, and it would be your fault," I said, trying to sound angry, and accompanying the words with a loud slap on her ass. "What?! Tom! Don't!" she said in bewilderment as her ass cheek reddened. "Don't tell me don't," I answered with confused syntax. "I'm your husband, and I make the rules." I slapped her hard again, on the other cheek. "Tom, no!" she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Yes!" I said, slapping her harder twice. "It's bad to bring a man into the women's room," I said, slapping her twice more. "It's wrong to be a dirty girl." Slap! Slap! She was crying harder now, and her ass was glowing a dark red. I slapped her butt twice more, my hand now stinging. "Do you know what happens to bad girls who bring men into the ladies' room?" I asked. She sniffled, trying to stop the tears long enough to answer. "Wh-what?" she asked piteously. "They get spanked, and then they get fucked with a big, hard cock in their pussies." My cock was hard. I'd never done sexual spanking before, never even fantasized about it, and I was amazed at how it had turned me on. I grabbed the girl's hips and drove my cock all the way into her in one rough motion. It had apparently turned her on just as much, because her pussy was soaking in her juices. After her first explosion of breath when my cock drove into her, she began immediately crying for more as she pushed her pussy back against me. She turned her head to me and said, "Fuck me for being bad." I fucked harder, holding her slender hips and pulling her back and forth like a doll as I drove my cock deep inside her. "Yeah," she said, "yeah - fuck your dirty little slut." Then her orgasm overcame her, and she shrieked in a high-pitched wail that tailed off into whimpers as I continued slamming into her until I finally drove deep into her one last time and ground my groin against her ass, holding my cock in deep and shooting my sperm far up into her womb. Five minutes later, with my sperm still dribbling down her thigh, we were in line for the Matterhorn ride. That night, back in the room (after the pre-dinner and post-dinner fucks) the costume party continued as Elizabeth forced me out on the balcony again while she changed clothes. When I came in, I found her garbed in classic hooker clothes - an ultra-tight red tube-top (her tits showing as two tiny bumps in the thin fabric), a bare midriff, a tight, black leather micro-mini, black fishnet stockings, and six-inch stiletto heels. Her hair was ratted, and she had on way too much make-up. "Hi, baby," she said. "Want a date?" In a way, it was erotic. But it was even more funny, and I just barely managed to not laugh. "Where did you get that outfit?" I spluttered. "Mom and I got it at that new store in the mall - FuckMart," Little Bit answered, luckily not catching my initial slip. "When we were there, she said I was talking like such a slut, I might as well dress like one." she grinned. "I guess I was being pretty filthy." She paused, and then returned to business. "So how about that date, big boy?" Then she was struck by inspiration. "No!" she shouted. "You know what I want to do?" I shook my head, afraid to hazard a guess. "Give me ten-fifteen minutes," she said, heading for the door (and stumbling slightly in the incredibly high heels). "I'm going out on the street - you get the car and come pick me up - just like a real whore." As she disappeared through the door I heard her voice trailing away. "Wow! This will be so cool." I stood motionless as she left, totally bemused by the scene I had experienced. An eleven year old girl was going out in front of the Disneyland Hotel, dressed as a hooker, to stand on Whatever-the-name Street and flag down passersby. Should be interesting. Actually, just walking through the hotel lobby dressed as she was should be interesting. I told Reward (he knew anyway) to make sure she didn't get hurt or arrested, waited the allotted time, and went downstairs to get the car. When I stepped out the front door of the hotel, I knew that Elizabeth was having her fun. I looked to my right and saw that she had stationed herself about a hundred yards down the street, which had become massively jammed, as drivers slowed to a crawl to look at the young girl alternately beckon to them, blowing an occasional kiss, and then turn around to wiggle her slender ass. A couple cars, each with one guy, tried to stop for her, but she waved them disdainfully on. More cars, probably coming from the park, featured mothers trying to cover their children's eyes. As I got in my car, I saw a cop car pull over - not to arrest Elizabeth, of course, but to try to unsnarl the traffic around her. I pulled out of the hotel and inched toward Little Bit through the honking maelstrom, wondering what would come next. When I was two cars away, she saw me and waved, simultaneously saying, "Get lost, jerk," to the guy in the car in front of me. When I got up even with her, Elizabeth turned her back to me and bent over, poking her ass out toward me, then rubbing the tightly-stretched black leather suggestively. Then she turned and grinned at me, walking to the car window. "Still want that date, sweetie?" she asked with a giggle. "You bet," I answered, opening the door for her. As she got in, the cop walked over. "You going with this guy?" he asked, looking pleased when Elizabeth nodded. "Good," he said, "then we can get this traffic cleared up. You made quite a mess, young lady."" After Elizabeth had apologized, I asked the cop to advise me on a good nearby spot for a quickie with a whore. He suggested we try the side lot of a supermarket two blocks away, then turned to Elizabeth to ask, "How old are you, little girl?" When she said that she was eleven, he turned to me to advise, "Better be done with her by ten, we're tough on curfew for kids under twelve." Then, with a friendly wave, we were gone, and a moment later I was pulling into a dark, narrow stretch of pavement beside a Ralph's - more an alley than a parking lot. When we were parked, I opened my pants and said, "Okay, whore, suck me." Elizabeth giggled and put her hand on my cock, caressing it lightly, but said, "Pay up first." "How much?" "Fifty?" she asked, tentatively. I handed it over, to a squeal of, "How cool, I've never had fifty bucks!" "Get busy," I growled - or tried to growl. "You've got to earn that money." She earned it. Her head was quickly in my lap, and I could feel her lips taking in my cock. In a moment, however, apparently feeling that she wasn't getting enough stimulation, she twisted on her side, taking my hand in hers and attaching it firmly to one of her little tits. Then she pulled up her short skirt to reveal a naked pussy and began busily frigging herself. As hot as Elizabeth was, and as experienced a masturbator as she'd become in the past year or so, she came almost as quickly as I did. And it didn't take me long, given the build-up. The feel of the girl's small, puffy tit in my hand, the sight of her fingering her hairless pussy, and the sight and feeling of her deeply-red lips in my cock quickly drove me to the edge and then over, as my cock exploded in her mouth. Elizabeth greedily swallowed the sperm, then kept sucking a few moments longer as her hand moved ever faster in her crotch. Then she sighed contentedly, and relaxed with her head in my lap. A few moments later, as we drove back to the hotel, she asked, "Is that it - is that all a hooker has to do for fifty bucks?" "The prices and services vary," I pointed out, "but basically that's it." "Shit," she said in wonder, "talk about easy money." Not having been fucked in the car (she was a bit annoyed about that, I learned), Elizabeth insisted on a two-fer when we got back to the hotel, and a couple more in the morning before we headed back to Disneyland. The morning was passed hitting the few rides we hadn't done the day before, and catching a few for the second time. It being Saturday, the crowds were a bit thicker, but when the lines got too long, I had Reward clear them out. We did a late lunch again, and again Elizabeth used the ladies' room afterward, again waving me in after checking to see it was empty. Actually, the whole scene was a repeat - Little Bit bent over the toilet, I spanked her until her ass glowed red, and then we fucked. As a matter of fact, the rest of the day at the Park was pretty much the same. No major surprises other than Little Bit pulling up her skirt to flash Mickey. The Small World ride was fun, too, since halfway through the chorus changed to "She's a small, small slut," much to Elizabeth's delight. When we returned to the hotel room - it was late that night after staying for the light parade - and had our first fuck of the night, I asked Elizabeth, "What's the game this time? I've gotten used to a different costume every night." She giggled and clambered over me out of the bed, running off to the bathroom, carrying her bag. In a moment, she emerged, wearing her school uniform. She stood in front of me and twirled around, showing off the blue, plaid, pleated skirt down to her knees, the white stockings that came almost to the knees, the prim, white, starched blouse fastened with a blue bowtie. "Mommy says that men get turned on by girls in school uniforms," she said with a trace of doubt. "Works on me," I said, putting out my arms and drawing her close for a deep kiss, feeling her tiny tit through the blouse, then dropping my other hand down to cup an ass cheek and pull her closer to me. When I had pulled her up on the bed and was laying her head on the pillow, Elizabeth looked into my eyes and asked, "Tom, could we do something special this time?" I nodded. "Will you tie me up?" she asked. "I heard that's fun." I wondered about the sources of the girl's knowledge, but readily agreed as she reached into her bag to bring out a collection of FM-signature handcuffs, ropes, and leather straps. I handcuffed her and then fastened the cuffs by a rope to the headboard of the bed. At which point Elizabeth started giggling. "Cool," she said. "I've never been handcuffed." "I don't think it's quite proper to be giggling," I admonished her. "Oh sorry," she said with mock contrition. "Please, please don't tie me up, Tom," she went on, still giggling. I attached black leather cuffs to each leg, noting as I did that she was wearing no panties. I attached the cuffs just above the knee, then looped a rope through the attached ring and tied it to the side board, pulling her knees out to each side, flat against the mattress. Elizabeth wasn't giggling now. She looked down at her gaping pussy and exclaimed, "Oh god, I'm wide open! Geez, this is a turn-on, Tom." I stuck a finger into the open pussy. It was thoroughly wet - Semper Paratus seemed to be Elizabeth's motto. As I unbuttoned her blouse, I looked into Elizabeth's eyes. They were burning with lust, and also wondering what I would do next. Being at my mercy seemed to drive the girl's always boiling libido to a new level. I opened the blouse, revealing her tiny breasts, topped with their hard little nipples. I bent over to kiss her breasts, and felt her shudder as I did. I nipped the nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, feeling her react again. Then I sucked her whole tit into my mouth, at the same time driving my finger deep into her cunt, and she began bucking her hips wildly and screaming in lust. It took only a few seconds of this and a couple tweaks of her clit for the girl to reach her orgasm. As Elizabeth slowly recovered, I stepped off the bed for a moment to remove the robe I'd been wearing. Her breathing almost back to normal, she looked over at me, eyeing my hard cock, already releasing a few drops of semen. "Tom, I want... " she began. "Uh-uh," I said. "You're tied up, remember? We do what I want." I reached into her bag, telling Reward to put in what I was looking for. I pulled out a dildo, which I immediately slid up Elizabeth's gaping pussy. She grunted as it went in, then squealed as I turned on the vibrator. I pulled out another, slightly smaller, which I wedged into her asshole. When it was turned on, I asked, "How does that feel?" "Oh shit," was all she could gasp, but her face told the story. I settled myself over her then, straddling her chest, and picked up her head with both hands, telling her to open her mouth as I guided my cock into it. She sucked it in, using her tongue to wrap around the stalk, before I began slowly stroking gently in and out. As hot as I was, it took only a few moments before I could feel the heat rising in my groin. I reached behind me and turned both dildos up to high, and then began stroking a bit harder. Elizabeth gagged slightly, looking up at me with worried eyes. I pulled back a bit, then pushed forward again, lodging my cock at the entrance of her throat. She licked again at the base of my cock and I shot deep into her, then pulled out and shot twice more onto her face. As I did, the streams of semen covering one eye and dangling down her cheek, she looked at me with wonder, and then began her own orgasm. I lay beside her a few moments, letting her ride her orgasm, then turned off the dildos, and removed them. "Do you want me to release you now?" I asked when her breathing had returned to something approaching normal. She looked at me as if I were crazy. "Of course not," she said. "You haven't even fucked me yet." I scooped a bit of sperm off her cheek and dangled it over her mouth. She raised her head and put out her tongue to flick it into her mouth. "Besides," she added, "first I want you to do something to me that you've never done before." "What?" "I don't know," she said. "Anything you want - as long as you've never done it before. I want to be the first." I was puzzled. I've done just about everything, and the few things I haven't done are things I don't care about. Necrophilia? Can't do it unless I kill her, and even though she said "anything", I doubt if that was included. Then I had an idea - actually my bladder had the idea. I stood on the bed, took my cock in hand, told her to open her mouth, and aimed a stream of urine at the target. Shocked at first, Elizabeth turned her head away, but then recovered and turned back. My aim was only so-so, and a goodly amount of yellow liquid splattered off her nose and cheeks before I found the range. When her mouth was filled, I stepped back slightly and aimed at her pussy - specifically her clit. Unfortunately, as soon as I hit it, Elizabeth began writhing with pleasure, which made it hard for me to keep hitting it. But it didn't seem to matter, as anything close drove the girl wild. I told Reward to let me keep up the stream a bit longer, and I continued pissing as she got nearer and nearer her orgasm. I stopped when she was not quite there, and she looked up at me from the yellow-stained bed. Then she grinned and let loose her own arc of yellow, shooting up at me and splattering against my leg. The whole time she kept her eyes on me, and when she was done she said just, "Fuck me." Immediately, I dropped to my knees on the soggy mattress, then pushed my cock into her. Her cunt was as hot and wet as any I've ever entered, and as tight as it was I had no trouble going deep into her with a single stroke. As I pulled out her hips drew back, and then we smashed ourselves together again. In a moment we were pounding each other mercilessly. Tied as she was, she couldn't use her arms and legs to urge me on, so Little Bit used her voice. "Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck your little piss slut." I slammed harder into her and she poured out more profanity. "Fuck me!" she screamed again. "Oh god," she moaned, "I'm such a filthy little whore." I stepped up the pace, pounding her pussy even harder and faster, and she responded, pushing her cunt back at me as she screamed, "God! It's so goddamned filthy dirty! Fuck your whore! Fuck my dirty little cunt!" At last, I could do no more, as I pounded again and again into the wide-spread pussy, driving my cock as hard and deep as I could into her, until she no longer said anything except "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck... " Endlessly repeated like a mantra, as I fucked into her again and again, her chant coming faster and faster as I pounded her pussy harder and harder. Finally, she spoke no more, simply moaning with a long, low growl, as her orgasm washed over her. And then I was still too, going rigid as my cock shot another load of sperm deep into her womb. A few minutes later, as I was untying her, Elizabeth suggested that maybe I shouldn't. "I think maybe I'd like to stay like this all night. Then, if you wake up during the night, you can just climb on and fuck me." I kissed her cheek. "Little Bit," I said, "there ain't no chance I'm going to wake up tonight." Before I went to a well-deserved sleep, Elizabeth made me promise I'd never piss on anybody else, in return for a promise that she was available anytime. "I really, really liked that, Tom," she added unnecessarily. "It was really cool, especially when you peed on my clit." By the way, I know you're thinking that I had done the urinating bit before, so I was being dishonest with Little Bit, since she asked for something I'd never done before. And you're right. I justified it to myself because I honestly couldn't think of anything even remotely reasonable that I hadn't done. And the one instance where I had pissed on women, in the Mallory Empire, if you recall, I had actually pissed pineapple juice, so I figured it didn't really count. And besides, I knew that the real issue was Cassie - as long as Elizabeth was experiencing something Cassie hadn't and wouldn't, she was happy. The next morning being Sunday, I had Little Bit kneel in front of me for the morning blowjob, which I figured worked out to being the CSP's version of communion. Then we had our morning shower fuck and checked out of the hotel. At the front desk, after the clerk had told me that Disney corporate management had decided to comp the room in honor of Elizabeth's being the youngest bride ever in the honeymoon suite, he asked if everything had been okay. "Everything was fine," I assured him. "And Mrs. Mallory?" he pursued. "Did she meet your expectations?" "She was everything I hoped and more," I replied honestly. "Hot as hell." "She looks so innocent," he said, glancing over at the girl, a wistful look on his face. When Elizabeth saw him looking, she spread her legs, revealing her hairless pussy. "Appearances can be deceiving," I noted as I left the desk. We had several hours before our flight, so first we drove up to Long Beach where Elizabeth, a Titanic fanatic, could see the Queen Mary. On the way, I lectured her about her habit of flashing people. We had a great time on the ship, with Little Bit pointing out things that reminded her of the movie. She wanted me to stand up on the prow and do the "King of the World" routine, but I begged off on the grounds that it was beneath my immense dignity. As we neared the end of the tour, we passed a women's rest room and Little Bit opened the door. I suspected of course what she was up to, and was right, as immediately she turned back and beckoned me in. This time, though, she hadn't checked the stalls carefully and, just as the door closed behind me, a woman emerged from one, looking up at me, startled as she zipped her jeans. Momentarily disconcerted, I quickly regained my composure and said, "My wife and I were just looking for a place for a quick fuck." "Oh," the woman said, relaxing. "Well, you might want to use the handicapped stall - there's more room." Then she looked at Elizabeth and said, "You look awfully young to be married," and turned to me to smilingly add, "Fucking sonofabitch child molester." I thanked her for the tip, and Little Bit and I entered the roomy stall as the woman left the room. This time, instead of immediately leaning over the toilet as she'd done at Disneyland, the girl sat on it, pulling down her pants and loosing a stream of yellow into the bowl. "This time I actually had to pee," she said with a smile. Then added, "If you want to, you can pee on me." Since this was "our thing", I took out my cock and directed my stream at her pussy, which she helpfully pulled open to widen the target. The two streams melded together and poured into the toilet. Then, without wiping her pussy, an omission which would no doubt upset her mother, the girl took her familiar position, leaning over the toilet and raising her skirt, saying, "I was so bad to bring you in here when someone was here - you should spank me for being a bad girl." With that, she wiggled her sweet little butt, caressing it softly and saying, "Do it to me really hard." I spanked her with a loud slap, then again as each cheek reddened slightly. She gasped in pain, and then said, "More, Tom, please." I slapped her ass twice more, and then followed with a rapid series of loud cracking spanks that brought soft sobs from Elizabeth, and a stinging soreness to my hands. At last, as her ass cheeks glowed a bright red, Elizabeth turned her tear-streaked face to me and said, "No more, Tom, fuck me." Then she turned back and grabbed the back of the toilet as I pulled apart her cheeks and drove my cock hard into her ass. Elizabeth shouted in surprise, and probably some pain, as my cock entered her, but when I had pulled out she screamed to the wall, "Do it again! Harder!" I needed no encouragement. I slammed my cock back into her ass, as she pushed back into me with equal vigor. We were both so high that we couldn't last, and it took only a few strokes for Elizabeth to come loudly, with the tightening of her sphincter squeezing my seed from me. As we left the restroom a moment later, I asked Little Bit why she had removed her pants and put them in her purse. "I like to feel your stuff oozing down my leg," she said. "It feels so dirty." I should have guessed. And then we went home. The only thing remaining to report being the blow job that she gave me in the plane's toilet, while she pissed. ------- Chapter 58: Merry Xxxmas Sharon was very pleased at Little Bit's bubbling enthusiasm when we returned home, and all were entertained (and stimulated) by her detailed descriptions of our adventures at Disneyland. Our new six-person super-bed got a good workout that night. Sharon was also pleased when she talked with Little Bit's teacher, who praised us for dealing with the problem so speedily (although she expressed reservations about the health aspects of anal intercourse). So things had been fixed on that front, and all was smooth again as Christmas approached. I was able to enjoy my several wives in my Penisite household, I visited the Mallory Empire regularly, I wandered into other times and places, and I enjoyed an occasional random screw. Nothing was going on with Chris, but I had expected it to take a while before I'd see any progress - she spoke highly about Dr. Martin, though she was still reluctant to talk with me in detail about their sessions. With so much going on, it's not surprising that Christmas crept up on me. Actually, I've never been able to get into the spirit early - I'm more of a last-minute panic shopper. Anyway, about a week or so before Christmas, as usual, I finally began to get ready to do some shopping, so I called Beth and we visited our favorite mall. After buying some conventional presents, we finally ended up, of course, at FuckMart. FuckMart at Christmas is a lively and busy place - much like any other store. Except that other stores don't have the ornament selection that FuckMart features in their Holiday Shoppe, like the Christmas angel Beth bought to place atop her tree - a nude angel with her legs spread, to be inserted on the tree via her anus. Nor would the other stores have the dildo-shaped peppermint candy canes that all the little girls were demanding. The salespeople wisely positioned the candy canes as, effectively, educational toys, telling the mothers that they'd help the girls with their blowjob practice sessions. They seemed to be selling well. And of course no other store would have a Santa quite like FuckMart's. The FuckMart Human Resources Department did extensive background checks on all their potential Santas - weeding out the inexperienced ones who lacked multiple convictions for child molesting. It was one of the great traditions of Christmas - the parents giggling with delight as their children squirmed on Santa's knee while Santa slipped his hand into their pants. And there was also the pleasure of watching the pride in a father's eyes as little Suzy tells Santa that what she really wants for Christmas is for Daddy to fuck her, or the laughter as little Johnny gets off Santa's knee and asks one of his elves for a blowjob. Not that you could blame Johnny. The elves were the best Christmas decorations in the mall - perfect miniatures (three feet tall) of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and various others stars and starlets, all dressed in brightly-colored PVC and fishnet hose. But it wasn't just Christmas, of course. Shopping was always a delight at FuckMart - consider, for example, the Custom Condom Counter, where I stopped on this occasion, while Beth was shopping in the Torture Department. I had no need of rubbers, of course, since Reward took care of any safe-sex concerns, but I was attracted by the young lady behind the counter, a statuesque six-foot blonde - a bit buxom for my usual taste, but too impressive to pass by. The blonde, dressed in the FuckMart uniform of red blazer with the FM logo on her breast (the size of the breast made the logo jut out like it was 3D), and short white pleated skirt trimmed in blue, flashed me a big welcoming smile as I approached the counter. "How may I help you, sir? Do you need some condoms today?" I nodded and she pointed to the display rack behind her. There, arrayed in rows, were dozens of dildos, each wearing a brightly colored sheath. "We have all the major brands, sir, as well as our exclusive FuckMart products, which are extremely popular. All come in a variety of styles and textures, many colors, and carry full warranties," she said, obviously having just completed a training class. I made my selection from the display, telling her I'd like the Rainbow Assortment. It was described by the sign on the display as "A tasteful selection of pleasing pastels, accented with a mix of stronger hues - exciting neons and fashionable metallic shades - to add just the right touch of spice." I was impressed with the copywriting. A bit florid compared to our agency's style, but not inappropriate for the subject matter. I ordered ten gross, and she entered the order without blinking. Looking up from the terminal, she smiled again. "I'll need to get you to full arousal, sir, in order to get an accurate measurement - would you rather fuck me or have a blowjob?" I considered. "Would it be possible to have a blowjob to get me started," I asked, "and then a fuck to make sure it's up all the way?" "Of course," she answered, then asked, "Will you step over here to the Blowjob Chair?" She motioned toward a plushly upholstered easy chair raised up on a platform, rather like the shoeshine chairs that used to be features of train stations. I stepped up, settled into the chair, took down my pants at her gesture, then watched as the blonde touched a couple buttons on a console, first raising, then slightly lowering the chair to position my crotch directly in front of her mouth. "You have a very fine penis, sir," she said, "I'm sure it will look terrific in the FuckMart condoms." I suspected she said this to all the cocks she blew, but it was nice of her to say it anyway, and I thanked her, as she was putting the cock in question between her lips. It appeared that, as with the Santas, the people who did the hiring at FuckMart knew what they were doing - this was a girl born to suck cock. Barely had she slipped it between those lips than I could feel her tongue swirl around its head and it began to stiffen. As she felt my reaction, she smiled up at me and then began a slow pumping motion, riding her head up and down, occasionally letting it slip all the way out, kissing it, then sucking it back in, deep into her throat. She had the suction of an Oreck gone mad. I closed my eyes and let the delightful sensations wash over me, totally oblivious to the crowds passing in the busy store, feeling the warm dampness of her mouth ride up and down my cock. Soon, however, she stopped and said, "It looks like it's pretty hard now." Damn right it was. But I wasn't about to waste a good hard-on like that on a measuring tape. "I think you're right," I admitted, "but let's try it in your pussy for a little while to make sure." "Okay," she said happily, leaning over the counter and raising the pleated skirt to reveal her FuckMart brand crotchless panties stretched over a full, plump, and thoroughly wonderful ass. I stroked the cheeks as she spread her legs apart and reached back to guide my anxious prick into her surprisingly tight little fuckhole. As I began stroking into her, Beth walked up, holding a bag full of new torments for the inmates of her dungeon. "Test-driving condoms - what a great idea," she remarked. "Hello, ma'am," the blonde, always working, addressed Beth. "I'm helping this customer right now, but I'll be with you in a moment. Perhaps you'd like to look at our selection of ticklers while you're waiting." Her speech was interrupted once or twice by grunts as I drove into her exceptionally hard, but she was certainly a remarkably focused young woman. "That's okay," Beth replied. "I'm with him." Then to me she added: "Are you trying on condoms, Tom, or trying on blondes?" "He's picked out a fine assortment of our best condoms," the blonde went on, never tiring of her sales spiel. I grabbed the two big ass cheeks and drove harder and faster into her. "I'm sure you'll both enjoy them - we're getting ready to do a fitting right now." With that she turned to ask, "Do you think you're fully aroused yet, sir?" My reply was a bit incoherent, something along the lines of "Urg urf glump," as I shot a load of sperm into her hot little pussy. As I collapsed against the condom display, Beth laughingly scolded me. "You shouldn't have done that, Tom, now she'll have to get you hard again." "Oh no, that's okay, ma'am," the blonde said brightly, standing up straight and flipping her skirt down over that magnificent ass, "at FuckMart the customer always comes first." Beth and I both groaned at Reward's attempt at punnery, but the blonde ignored us and went on, turning to me, "You felt like a 6.7/2.4," she said, obviously a master of her subject. "Do you think that's close enough?" "I'm sure it will do just fine," I panted. "Can you giftwrap them and I'll pick them up?" "Better yet," said Beth, "deliver them - personally." Beth gave her own address, then turned to me, adding sotto voce, "I can use an Amazon like that in my dungeon." I paid for the condoms, thanked the blonde for her exceptional display of personalized service, and wandered off with Beth to explore the rest of the store. "What did you buy?" I asked, gesturing to the bag as we idled along, glancing at a display of king-sized posters of such sexual heroes and legends as Vlad the Impaler, Catherine the Great, the Marquis de Sade, and the Hellfire Club - advertised as ideal for any teenager's room. "Just some whips and a few thumbscrews," she answered, opening the bag to show me. "No racks?" I asked. She smiled. "I'm having a new one delivered. It's mahogany, and all the fittings are in brass - really attractive." "I'm sure the torturees will appreciate your excellent taste," I remarked dryly. Beth laughed and stuck out her tongue in response. We checked out the android department, but didn't buy anything. A week later, however, I found under my tree Beth's gift - a Shirley Temple android, one of FuckMart's recent additions. "They had it advertised as the perfect gift for the middle-aged pedophile," Beth told me proudly, "so naturally I thought of you, after all your adventures with Cassie and Little Bit." She told me that, after seeing it during our visit, she went back the next day and bought it for me. "I got your cock measurement from the condom counter," she said, pleased at her cleverness, "but then I asked them to bring Shirley's pussy down a couple of sizes from that, since she's supposed to be a little girl, so she should be extra-tight." She beamed at me: "They knew just what I was talking about - they said they do the same sort of thing for all their pedos." It was a thoughtful present, and I really did enjoy it, though I soon got tired of the android being programmed to sing "Good Ship Lollipop" every time I asked for a blowjob - a design flaw that I understand was corrected in later models. I eventually gave it to Little Bit as a playmate. There always seemed to be a special highlight of each visit to Fuckmart. I thought the Custom Condom Counter was going to fill the role this time, but we hadn't yet visited FM's new video department. "What's new about a video department?" you ask. Well, of course FuckMart had had one for years, but this one had a new feature - video viewing booths. "Yawn," you yawn. "Them and every other porn palace." But your neighborhood dirty bookstore doesn't have booths that allow you to enter virtual reality versions of popular movies and modify them into personalized pornflicks. When we first entered the video section, Beth and I were intending only to pass through it, but we were stopped by a FuckMart employee who asked if we had tried the new feature. After explanations, Beth and I decided to give it a try. Seated on a comfortable sofa (there were single and double booths, as well as accommodations for larger groups), Beth and I turned on the TV, which gave us a listing of our choices. Beth suggested that we watch the Tom Hanks hit "Shaving Ryan's Privates", but I demurred, not enjoying gory movies. I think I've mentioned I prefer the classics, so we checked what they had in that category. They had an Astaire/Rogers favorite of mine, "The Gay Divorcee", but I was immediately frightened off by the thought of where the title might lead us. Similarly with Deanna Durbin's "100 Men and a Girl" - no doubt this version of the innocent, whimsical classic would have the young soprano involved in a gangbang of epic proportions. The next item on the list was a natural, though - the week before Christmas, how could we not choose to watch "It's a Wonderful Life"? We clicked on the movie, then sat back to watch. Although nothing special happened, and as far as we could see there was just an ordinary TV in front of us, somehow we were actually in the TV, a part of the movie, at the same time that we were watching it. The movie ran in a sort of fast-forward mode through the familiar opening scenes as the idiot uncle loses the bank deposit, and up to the scene where Jimmy Stewart stands on the bridge contemplating suicide. As he prepares to jump, the angel stops him and says... No, it's not an angel, it's a devil, and he's saying, "You know, George, maybe if you stopped being such a tight-assed do-gooder and started having some fun, you wouldn't want to kill yourself." The devil then proceeded to show George the fun he and Potter could have if they worked together for the betterment of the community. "With the war over, the town needs something to give the economy a boost," he argued civic-mindedly. "You and Potter could turn this burg into something hot - and you could make a ton of money while you're at it," the devil said convincingly. "Nothing that would bother your neighborhood, of course," Mephistopheles went on reassuringly. "Just a couple after-hours dives on the other side of the tracks - places with a little gambling in the back, and maybe a room or two where the girls can work." His voice was very soothing - it certainly seemed to make sense, much better than running a little savings and loan that constantly teetered on the edge. "Throw in a few small whorehouses - maybe one that's a bit nicer where the guys from your neighborhood can go for a little discreet relaxation - a street or two where the cops won't bother the street girls - hell, this could be a fun town, and you and Potter get a percentage of everything off the top." Now I realized with a start that George was no longer Jimmy Stewart, he was me. And the devil was leading George, who was beginning to nod at the wisdom of the plan, toward a ramshackle bar on a dark street, lit only by the garish neon signs on several such bars. The one we were approaching had a pink sign that flickered the words "Tony's Play Room". "And it's not just the money," said Meph. "There's all sorts of benefits to this kind of deal." And with that we stepped into the dimly-lit interior of the Play Room. The place was reasonably full, without being crowded - there were a couple or two at most of the tables, sometimes just a few guys. There were a few more women at the bar, who looked me over as I came in. A garish jukebox played a swing tune I didn't recognize, just a bit too loud for my taste. Not loud enough though to cover up the whoops of laughter from a tipsy blonde in a corner booth as she was groped by her thoroughly drunk boyfriend. In the bits of silence the clink of pool balls could be heard in the background. I couldn't see the tables - but I couldn't see much through the smoke. I could see though that my escort had disappeared. "Hey, Mr. Bailey," I was greeted enthusiastically by the bartender. He waved me over. "Hey, Liz, make room for Mr. Bailey," he said to a frowzy redhead, shooing her away from the bar, and almost simultaneously putting a whiskey and soda in front of me. He waved away my attempt to pay with a laugh - "You know you never gotta pay for nothin' at Tony's, Mr. Bailey." I smiled my thanks and found myself asking, "Where's Edna?", immediately wondering who the hell Edna was, and as quickly realizing that she was my usual companion when I visited this dive. "She left with a customer about ten minutes ago," Tony answered apologetically, then leaned over the bar to speak confidentially. "We got a hot little number here, a new girl, and maybe you can give me a little help with her." "What sort of help?" I asked noncommittally. Tony looked around before lowering his voice. "She says she's eighteen, but I ain't so sure. I should probably chase her out, but," he paused and sighed, "she's sure good for business - she's had guys buying her drinks all night." He pointed down the bar, to where two guys stood on each side of an attractive brunette in a low-cut red dress. As she raised a cigarette to her bright-red lips, she glanced in my direction. It was Beth. "So, what I was hoping, Mr. Bailey," Tony went on, becoming steadily more obsequious, "was that, if there's any problem about her, maybe you could square it with the cops." "Maybe I ought to get to know her, Tony," I suggested. He leered and winked. "Sure thing, Mr. Bailey." He immediately headed to the other end of the bar. The two guys with Beth objected, it appeared, but Tony ignored them, and they stopped their complaints when a couple very large guys who had been seated in a far corner stepped up behind them and put hands on their shoulders. In a moment Tony was back, and Beth was sliding gracefully onto the barstool next to mine. I recognized the same teenaged Beth I'd had a few encounters with before, though this one wore a great deal more make-up, and sported a beauty mark on her left cheek. She was also a bit bustier, and emphasized it with a tight dress and a neckline that showed plenty of firm cleavage. She didn't recognize me, but Tony made sure she knew who I was. "Beth, this is Mr. Bailey - he's a very special customer here, so make sure you treat him right." "Sure, Tony," she said, as he left to bring her a drink. "So who are you that Tony thinks you're so special?" she asked, her voice familiar to me, but just a bit throatier - perhaps a result of too much smoking. "Nothing special," I answered modestly. "Just somebody with a lot of friends - like Tony. He does favors for me, like introducing me to pretty girls," she smiled at the compliment, "and sometimes I do favors for him." "So you want to be my friend?" she asked, smiling. She pulled out a cigarette, leaning forward as I lit it to show even more of the cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, but those tits needed no help standing up. I ignored the question (but not the tits). "So now tell me about you - like how old you are." She stiffened. "What are you, a cop?" she hissed. She shook her beautiful hair, worn in bangs on her forehead, and curled softly at her shoulders. "You think Tony would introduce an underage girl to a cop?" "I ain't underage - how old do you think I am?" "I think you're trying real hard to look older than you are." I appraised her. "Seventeen probably - maybe sixteen." She looked defiant for a moment, then gave it up. "Okay, so I'm seventeen - so what are you going to do about it? Send me home?" She laughed - a short hard laugh. "My mother's gone to god knows where, and my dad's drunk. You send me home, who's gonna feed the old sot?" "I'm not looking to send you home," I assured her. "But the cops will ask questions if you stay around here - that's what Tony's worried about. You'll need some help staying out of trouble." "And that's where you come in?" I smiled. "I told you - I've got friends who like to do favors for me." "And your friends can make the cops look the other way?" "Right." "And in return, you want me to do some favors for you?" She laughed that short laugh again. I nodded. She shrugged. "Why not?" I asked Tony if #1 was available. It was the best of the small rooms in back, and the one I usually used if it was free. It wasn't, and Tony apologetically directed us to #3. I followed the girl through the poolroom, watching her firm little ass wiggling provocatively in the tight red dress. Every male eye followed her hungrily as she passed. She knew what she was doing to them, and she enjoyed doing it. When we got to #3, I felt her ass as she unlocked the door. "Can't wait, huh?" she asked with a laugh, as she wiggled the delightful butt to make sure I got a good feel. The room was dismal and dingy, but not dirty. It was barely wider than the double bed and lit by only a single weak bulb hanging on a cord from the ceiling. Other than the bed and a broken chair, there was a small nightstand with a full ashtray and a sink with a dripping faucet. As we entered the room I remembered the drunken father, and asked her what her usual price was. "Fifteen," she said. "Come on," I snorted, "nobody here gets more than ten - most of them five, or maybe seven." "None of them are as good as me," she said seductively. "You'll see. Besides," she laughed, "I'm underage, remember?" I gave her twenty. She looked at me wonderingly, saying "I thought this was going to be a freebie," but took the money quickly and stuffed it in the small bag she carried. "I remembered about your father," I answered. "Buy him a bottle." "I'll buy him a couple," she said, coming tight against me and rubbing her breasts against my chest. Then she reached up to bring my head down for a kiss, and I felt my lips pressing against her warm, red mouth. Then she pressed harder against me and her tongue entered my mouth, touching my tongue before she pulled slightly away to ask, "How do you want it, babe?" I reached behind her, pulling down the zipper in the back of her dress, as my other hand grabbed one of her tits and squeezed hard and I pulled her to me for another deep kiss, this time my tongue going deep into her. "I want it slow, and long, and hot, and hard," I said as I pulled away, then lowered the top of her dress and grabbed her tit again. "You've been showing these all night," I said. "I saw you looking," she laughed. "And I figured you liked what you saw." "I like them even better now that I can feel them," I answered. I lowered my mouth and pulled in one big puffy nipple, sucking hard as I squeezed the other. "Oh babe, that's good," she cooed. "I love it when guys suck my tits." I continued sucking for a few minutes, then backed her against the bed and sat her down on the edge. "Now you can suck on me," I said, opening my pants. She smiled up at me as she took my cock in her hand. Then she licked the head, then the stalk, and finally smiled again before sucking it slowly into her mouth. "You're gonna like this," she said tantalizingly. She was right. It was a typical Beth blowjob - which means a damned good one. But I can't explain fully the sensations, because they were part real, part imagined, part first-hand, part voyeuristic. I was both experiencing Beth's blowjob, and watching a beautiful teenaged whore give some guy (who just happened to be me) a blowjob. I watched myself as my cock slid in and out of her bright red lips, glistening with her saliva as she sucked and licked. I looked down and realized that I was jacking myself off as I watched, like a guy in a porn shop booth (which is, I realized, exactly what I was). I looked over at Beth, who was staring slack-jawed and glassy-eyed at herself giving me a blowjob, her hands buried deep in her pants. I grabbed the teen's head and held her tight as I stroked a few times into her mouth, then released her. She pulled herself farther up on the bed, removing her dress as she did so. Then she spread her legs and spoke huskily, "Climb on, honey," she grinned. "It's time to ride the Beth Express." As her legs spread, her slit opened slightly, revealing the crimson interior. As she saw me looking, the young Beth smiled lewdly and reached between her legs with both hands to pull wide the lips of her vagina. "You like that, sweetheart?" she asked. "It's all hot and wet for you," she added, putting a finger on her clit and rubbing it lightly. I paid tribute to the beauty of the sight by replacing her finger with my tongue, giving her clit a couple light licks. She was, as she had said, hot and wet. She shivered with pleasure as my tongue stroked her clit. "It's good to see someone who enjoys her work," I remarked. I caressed the little clit a few more times, but my cock was demanding that I make him the center of attention again. As I stretched over her, her hand reached up to softly guide me into her tight little hole. As my cock settled at the entrance to her vagina, she released it, putting her hands on my shoulders and sucking in her breathe softly as she pushed her hips forward, slowly taking me in. When I was deep in her she raised up her head to kiss me, then wiggled her hips slowly, as though to get me in further. "Like your little underage whore?" she asked with a wicked grin. "I like," I answered. We stopped talking then as we got into a steady rhythm, my downward strokes being met by her pussy driving up, the only sound being occasional grunts of exertion. Then as we drove on and the pace increased, the teen beneath me began to whimper softly. Her moans increased as her arms tightened around my neck and her legs locked around my back and her pussy pushed harder and harder against me. "Oh god, yes," she hissed in my ear once, then returned to the moans and whimpers. The me that was watching realized that my hand was getting sticky as I stroked my hard cock, and I knew that I was getting close to shooting. I leaned back, hearing Beth panting desperately beside me, but couldn't take my eyes off the scene of myself and the young Beth/whore fucking in a dingy brothel. I had lowered myself onto her and held her tight as I slammed my cock repeatedly into her. She held me as tightly and fucked back with all her strength, urging me on with her heels digging into my ass and with her grunts and sobbing breaths. On and on we fucked, the tired old bedsprings creaking ever louder as the bed bounced. The girl's sighs and whimpers grew louder as well, as did the other Beth's, until finally they became one long, continuous moan, steadily rising in pitch until her body went rigid and she released the pressure that had built up inside her in one piercing cry. I fucked twice more into the immobilized girl and then I too stiffened as I shot into her. Long jets of sperm washed into her pussy, and then I collapsed atop her. The me that was watching also shot a jet of sperm into the air, as the Beth beside me slumped back on the sofa, finally laying her head on my shoulder. The four people (or two times two people, depending on how you count) in the room remained silent for a few moments, until at last the teen Beth recovered enough to say, "I think I'm gonna like having you for a friend. Wanna do me again? Free this time," she quickly added. I didn't think I could handle it and switched off the movie. The Beth on the sofa smiled the sleepy smile of a satisfied woman as I leaned back beside her and she put her head on my shoulder again. Her pants had a huge stain, though luckily they were dark, and the room smelled of her musky odor. There was a pool of my sperm on the floor. "Omigod," she sighed, "I've never been so deliciously fucked in my life." "Probably because it was your own imagination fucking you," I replied. "And I understand the feeling." "Fuck me, Tom," she said a moment later, placing her hand softly on my cock. "Are you sure it won't be a letdown?" I asked, ironically. "Just shut up and fuck me," she insisted again. ------- Chapter 59: Principally Sex Back around Christmas time (it was now February) I had been contacted, in my capacity as Business and Community Leader, to do a little job for the local school district. Each year the district, like many others around the country, has local Business and Community Leaders come in for a PR routine they call Principal for a Day. We're supposed to smile a lot, talk to the students, demonstrate the importance of school-community ties, and (they hope) act in the future as advocates for the public school system. I think the public school system sucks (my kids go to private schools), but Michelle insisted that I do it since it would be good for the agency. I was grousing to myself that I should have turned it down before she found out about it as I drove up in front of the gargantuan high school to which I'd been assigned. School hadn't yet started as the real principal took me on a tour of the facilities and introduced me to the staff. Three gyms, two pools (one indoor, one outdoor), four vice-principals, several associate deans, and a lot of comments about why they need more money later I had come to some conclusions, but they were not the ones I believe I was intended to arrive at. I kept my comments to myself, however, as I bid the principal good day and settled into my/her desk just before the opening bell rang. It will not surprise you to learn that my walk through one of the outrageously over-equipped gyms, during which I had seen some very well-equipped young women in a morning workout for the volleyball team, had provided me with some thoughts on how I could enliven what had looked like a pretty dreary day. You may find it surprising that I hadn't considered these possibilities earlier, given my somewhat randy nature. I can't explain it - I had just been looking at this gig as a pain in the butt. Now I saw it as a possibility of my cock in somebody's butt. Sorry - a somewhat labored joke, but it aptly illustrates my sudden change in attitude. I quickly dumped the principal who, I think, had planned to hover over my shoulder all day - I had Reward convince her she had pressing duties at school district headquarters. Then I called in her secretary, an attractive, if slightly plump, woman in her mid-thirties. "Brenda," I asked, having been introduced to her earlier, "who's the hottest little slut in school?" "Well," she said, pausing uncertainly, "Libbie Colter is probably the prettiest girl. I'm sure all the boys jack off thinking about her," she laughed. "Is she a good piece of ass?" I probed. "We-ell, she's dating the quarterback - the local stud," she answered judiciously. "I assume she puts out, but I don't know if she's any good." "Okay," I nodded, making a mental note of Libbie Colter. "But what I'm really looking for right now is the school slut - somebody who'll fuck anything that moves, and fucks door knobs the rest of the time." "Oh," she said, enlightenment coming on her, "then you want Laura Jeffers. Forget quarterbacks, she'd fuck the hunchback of Notre Dame." "That's the one," I said, putting down my notebook. "Find out what class she's in and send a note for her to come to the principal's office." "Sure thing," Brenda agreed, smiling, "but you could fuck me instead." I had been so focused on teen pussy that I had ignored a nice-looking woman in front of me. I silently thanked Reward for programming her to remind me, and answered, "Of course, Brenda, an excellent suggestion - why don't you bend over the desk?" Although I had willingly (okay, eagerly) accepted Brenda's suggestion, I was still in a hurry to get a bit of teen-slut, so I didn't waste any time on preliminaries. Brenda bent over the desk, then I pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and stuck my cock in her pussy. The doing didn't take much longer than the saying. Brenda's ass was a bit more extensive than I normally like, but it was nicely rounded, and she wiggled it invitingly as I maneuvered my cock into the slippery little hole lying beneath it. She sighed with pleasure as I entered, then grunted slightly as I entered again, a bit harder. Then she began pushing back against me as I sped up, and finally collapsed against the desk as I slammed into her one last time before shooting a good-sized load into her pussy. When we were finished, Brenda calmly stood, straightened her skirt, and turned to peck me on the cheek. "That was nice, boss," she said. "If you want more, let me know." A moment later she returned to the office to tell me that Laura Jeffers had been summoned to the principal's office, adding as she left, "You know, that's one of the things I don't like about having a female boss - she never dicks me." It seemed she was barely out the door before she was back in, announcing, "Mr. Mallory, Laura Jeffers is here to see you," and motioning a slouching figure into the room. "Would you like the door open or closed, Mr. Mallory?" she asked as the girl passed her, winking broadly at me. I replied that Miss Jeffers and I needed to converse privately, as I motioned the girl to a chair. I studied the girl intently for a few moments, fully aware that it made her nervous (though she tried to hide it with an air of bravado). A bit plain but by no means unpleasant looking, a bit overweight but not fat, a bit pimply but not grossly so, she was distinguished primarily by a bit too much make-up and a bit too little clothing. Her posture, slouching deeply into the chair, was intended to show, I was sure, her indifference, but I suspected it showed as much her lack of self-confidence. Certainly, combined with the shortness of her skirt, it showed her panties. As I was studying her, I had asked Reward to tell me about her latest exploits. Then I spoke. "Laura," I said, frowning intently to show my concern, "I understand that you went home at lunch with two boys yesterday and had sex with them." I saw her mouth open, then shut in surprise. Her eyes stared as she thought. Her mouth opened again, but only "uh..." came out. After these false starts, she finally rallied and said "So what?" trying to sound defiant. "It's none of your business," she added sulkily a moment later. "No," I acknowledged, "not as long as it's off school grounds." I paused. "But then there's the matter of your giving Mr. Rodriguez a blowjob in the chemistry lab last week." I furrowed my brow. "It may be necessary to review the grades he has given you in that class." "What the... ?" she sputtered for a few moments. "How do you know... ?" She stopped. "I'm not sure what I should do about this..." I began, pausing tentatively and staring at her crotch. She got the hint. "You want some, don't you?" she asked, grinning wickedly as she spread her legs. "Shit - why not?" she laughed. "Join the crowd." She got up and pulled the short skirt down, letting it drop to the floor as she looked around the room. "Do you want me on the couch, or would you like a blowjob?" "Let's start with the blowjob," I suggested. "Let's see if it's worth the B+ Rodriguez gave it." She walked around the desk as I turned my chair to face her. I hadn't bothered to put my pants back on after fucking Brenda, so there was nothing to slow Laura down. She was immediately on her knees in front of the chair, her tongue licking at the head of my cock. "I like men's cocks," she said ingratiatingly. "They're so much bigger than boys'." She then popped most of my cock in her mouth with a single suck. "You like big cocks?" I asked. She nodded. "Here's a good one for you then," I said, growing my cock to Mallory Empire proportions, and stretching her jaw to the breaking point. "Wow," she said, when she could disgorge the monster from her mouth, "that's really cool. Can you make it as big as you want?" she asked. I nodded. After pondering the idea for a second the girl licked at the cock in front of her and spoke again. "I don't think I could suck anything bigger than this anyway, but maybe when you're fucking me you could make it even bigger?" I nodded, and she went back to her sucking. As she did so, I realized that the reason I had asked for the school slut was because I was in the mood for some nasty sex. Since I had married my latest secretary, Wendy, I had been getting less of the kinky stuff (I wasn't off it entirely, of course, but Wendy had become a bit more respectable as a married woman and expectant mother). I felt the urge to get hardcore for a change. "Are you a slut, Laura?" I asked softly. "Glmpf?" she responded, questioning with her eyes, since her mouth was very full. "I'm told you're the school slut - that's why I brought you here." She disgorged my cock long enough to nod. "Yeah - that's me," she acknowledged. "Well," I replied, "a mere blowjob isn't what I'd expect from a slut." I grabbed the back of her head. "A slut is for face-fucking." As I spoke, my hips thrust forward and my cock rammed deep into her. The girl grunted with discomfort, gagging slightly, but I didn't pause - after pulling back I slammed forward into her throat again, then began a rapid series of strokes. My cock was going most of the way down her throat (if she hadn't already had her tonsils out, they were gone now), as I pulled her head back and forth. I drove the huge thing deep into her, faster and faster, until at last I pulled her face tight against my belly and stroked hard into her one last time, shooting my sperm almost directly into her belly. When the last spasm died down, I released her head, and she fell limp at my feet. Such treatment would probably have strangled a woman normally, but Reward deals well with such things, and I knew she wasn't dead. It took her a few moments to recover, however, and when at last she revived, it was to say only, "My god, I've never been done like that." "Did you like it?" I asked. "I... I... don't know," she said in a small voice. "It was really good, having a big cock, and I like it when a guy does me hard, but... it was kinda like rape, you know?" I shrugged. "You're a slut - that's what you get." She nodded. "Now spread your legs," I told her. "You're going to get fucked the same way." "Couldn't you fuck me, you know," she asked tentatively, "you know, fuck me nice?" "Why would I want to do that with a slut?" I asked in surprise. "If I want to fuck a girl nice, I'll fuck a nice girl. Now spread those legs and open your cunt." She did as told, lying back on the floor and opening her legs wide. I dropped on top of her and drove my cock into her with one hard push. She grunted with discomfort, then again as I pulled back and drove into her again. I pulled out slightly and rose up to look down at the girl as I pushed intoi her with long strokes. She was a hot little thing - though in one sense she was unhappy, clearly feeling the pain of the degradation I was putting her through, nonetheless she was physically responding, her hips moving in rhythm with mine, her breathing coming harder. "Open your blouse," I told her. She did, then I pulled down her bra and squeezed hard on a tit. I pulled her nipple away from her chest, then pinched it until a flicker of pain crossed the girl's face. "What are you, Laura?" I asked. She looked away from me. "I'm a slut," she answered slowly. "Look at me and say it loud," I demanded. "I'm a slut," she repeated. "What are you good for?" She hesitated. "Just fucking, I guess." "That's right," I answered with a sneer. "You're just a sperm-bucket, just something for guys to stick there cocks in." Jeez, was this really me? I wondered. And yet it was exciting. Perversely, the girl seemed to find it exciting, as well. The more I degraded her, the harder her hips drove up at me. As I sped up in response, she groaned, and said, "Oh god yes, I'm a slut. Such a fucking slut. Fuck your slut, goddamnit, fuck your little slut." So I fucked the little slut. I slammed my cock down into her, as her legs opened wider, the knees almost touching the carpet, and she called out in lust as her hips returned every thrust. "Fuck me, dammit, fuck me!" she called out again as I redoubled my speed, slamming harder and harder, until finally her legs wrapped around me and held me tight as her whole body went rigid. Her cunt clamped tight on my cock and sucked it dry, and I shot stream after stream deep into her. Then we were both silent for a long time. I laid atop her until I recovered enough to roll off onto the carpet. Having been so nasty, it was time for a good deed. "Do you really want to be a slut, Laura?" I asked. She looked at me, then away, and shook her head. "No." "Then don't be," I replied. She shook her head again. "It's not so easy," she said. "Everybody knows what I am. You know - that's why you brought me here. Everybody knows." She was near tears, and I felt guilty about how I had treated her. That was the damn problem - I loved occasional rough sex, but I always felt like hell afterward. Well, I reflected, that's what Reward is for - resolving those conflicts. "Starting right now," I told her, and Reward made her believe it, "that isn't your reputation." I quickly had Reward read her mind for a boy she liked. "David Wilson has asked you to a party next Friday - he won't expect sex. From now on you're just a regular kid. Now get back to class." She left, thinking that nothing had happened except a disciplinary warning on late homework. I thought of Jesus and his "Go, and sin no more" message. That ought to earn me my merit badge, I figured - as well as a few more pieces of teen tail. After my bad deed / good deed with Laura, I remembered the volleyball practice and headed back to the gym. Unfortunately, I wandered in just as a sophomore girls' PE class was ending. I had planned to sit in the stands and watch them, perhaps stripping them all naked in order to lend a bit more bounce to their volleyball game, but I was a bit late, arriving just as the teacher/coach blew her whistle and the girls began heading in to change. That, as you might guess, gave me the idea of fulfilling the ultimate teen fantasy - entering the girls' locker room. Of course I could have had the teacher invite me in. The fantasy I (like many others) had once had, however, was to be invisible in the girl's locker room. So I simply had myself disappear and walked, ghost-like, through the closed door of the locker. Inside was a noisy mix of shouts, laughter, teasing, and chatter - the incredible cacophony that can be generated only by twenty-four teen girls in an enclosed space. Around me, girls were stripping off their t-shirts and shorts as the room began to fill with the steam from a dozen showers. Unable to resist caressing one particularly fine little ass, I inadvertently nearly started a fight, as the possessor of the ass, feeling the caress, swung around and accused the girl standing next to her of being a "nasty lez bitch." Not wanting to start numerous cat fights, but also not willing to forego any pleasures, I told Reward to have any girls I touched accept it as normal. The two quarrelling girls I told to make up by making love to each other. As they stood locked in a passionate, groping kiss I moved further into the room. In the shower there were now about 8-10 girls washing themselves quickly (and simultaneously trying to keep their hair dry). There was of course a wide variety on which to feast my eyes, but finally I settled on a gorgeous black girl, just stepping out of the shower. She was tall and slender with long legs, a nicely rounded butt, and large, heavy breasts that jiggled provocatively as she walked, her dark skin glistening with droplets of water, to a bench. I watched her dry herself for a moment, hesitating over my choice. When she turned slightly away from me, raising a leg on to the bench to dry it (and thus sticking out her butt invitingly and dangling her breasts even more invitingly), I decided. I was very turned on by all the nubile flesh around me, so I wasn't going to need much in the way of foreplay, but I had to get a feel of that ass and those tits. So I walked up behind her and reached around to grab one of the breasts with each hand, meanwhile rubbing my crotch against her ass. Everything felt as good as it looked. The girl didn't react initially, other than to cease drying her legs. She turned around to see who had grabbed her. Seeing that no one was there, though, she just passively accepted the caresses, but seemed interested in looking at her breasts being played with, the invisible hand making indentations in the flesh, the nipples jutting out as I squeezed. I was ready, though she wasn't of course. I had Reward get her ready and then I willed her to lie on the bench. In a second, she was on her back, legs spread, and in another second I was between her legs and my cock was in her pussy. This attracted attention. At first there seemed to be some confusion about why Yolanda, as I learned was her name, was on her back thrusting her hips toward the ceiling. But then one girl told another, "She must be fucking an invisible guy," and the idea was accepted generally. "Hey, Yolanda," said another black girl sharply, "you promised you'd help me with geometry during our free period, and here you are fucking some guy. What's this shit, girl?" "Come on, back off, Tisha," replied another of the watching girls. "What would you rather do - fuck or study geometry?" This earned a round of laughter from the circling girls, a few of whom were beginning to finger their pussies as they watched their classmate fuck. "Besides," the girl added, "I've never seen anybody get fucked by an invisible person before." "Well, yeah," Tisha agreed reluctantly. "It's interesting - but I'm gonna get fucked on that test if I don't get some help." Yolanda didn't join in any of the banter, or reply to Tisha, because she was too busy. Reward had turned her dial to high, and she was fucking me as hard as I'd ever seen. Her hips were slamming up at me with a mix of speed and power that had to be felt to be believed. She had come for the first time about thirty seconds into our fuck, and had orgasmed again about every thirty seconds afterward. It was on her seventh or tenth or fourteenth (I lost count) orgasm that I decided to join her, and shot a load of sperm deep into her, setting her off on another, bigger and longer than any of the others. As my own spasms died off, I rode her until she calmed down, her last orgasm ending in a series of gentle shudders as she fell back exhausted against the hard banch. I probably would have ended things there, but at that moment Tisha said, "Okay, Yolanda, now let's go study," which I thought was insensitive. So I decided that Tisha needed to be reminded what it felt like to be in the grips of passion. I laid on my back on the floor (first having Reward dry out a spot and put down softer carpeting). In a moment Reward had stripped Tisha and she was squatting over me, impaled on my dick. Tisha was in most ways exactly the opposite of Yolanda. Where her friend was tall and slender, Tisha was short and just a bit pudgy, with the chubby face of a cherub. Where Yolanda had fucked with power and speed, Tisha's style was slow, languorous - she rose and fell on the invisible cock as though she were savoring its feel on her inner walls. I certainly was. And while Yolanda had uttered not a word throughout our fuck, and made only a few guttural sounds during her multiple orgasms, Tisha hardly shut up. "Hey, Tish, I thought you were in a hurry for geometry," one of the girls teased, inevitably, after a few moments of our fucking. "I can't help it," she answered between pants. "Oh god, I gotta fuck, I gotta fuck." I noticed that most of our audience - even Yolanda, who was still laying on the bench, but was recovered enough to be watching us - were now actively fingering themselves. One well-prepared girl pulled a dildo out of her backpack and slipped it into her pussy while her classmates looked on enviously. Most stuck with the tools God had given them, but a few resorted to hairbrush handles, one of them planting herself directly across from me on another bench, her legs spread wide, working the brush in and out frantically with both hands as she watched Tisha and the invisible man. I was having a great time, of course. Tisha's pussy felt good, and I certainly enjoyed the lovely and varied views. The only negative, in fact, I decided after a few minutes, was the audio. Normally, as you may recall, I'm quite a fan of a good filthmouth - it really turns me on to have a girl talking dirty while we fuck. Tisha, unfortunately, while quite voluble, didn't show much imagination. After she got started saying, "I gotta fuck," she just kept saying it endlessly, until I got tired of hearing it. I decided that the best way to stop her from talking was to fill her mouth, so I created a clone of myself and had him stick his cock in her mouth. This elicited further positive comments from the audience. I enjoyed it too, and it was only a moment later that a third prick drove into Tisha's rectum. This, too, was a popular decision. The dildo, dildo-surrogates, and fingers stepped up their pace as one girl remarked, "Geez, I've heard about three-hole fucks, but..." Another commented that "I've never seen the inside of an asshole." She moved closer, leaning in to look up Tisha's butt. "Kinda gross," she commented, though she didn't move away. "Do you see the way the skin moves in and out? It must be the prick pulling on it. Does the pussy do the same thing?" Several girls pulled in close to study Tisha's pussy, noting that the inner membranes there pulled out somewhat too, though they discussed the fact that it didn't pull as much, indicating they felt that Tisha's pussy wasn't as tight as her ass. I could have assured them that it was plenty tight enough, but I decided to give them a better view, expanding the thickness of my cock to double its normal circumference, then double again, until it was about as thick as Mark McGwire's biceps. The girls gasped in amazement as Tisha's cunt gaped open wider and wider, and several came, including the girl on the bench, who lost her balance and fell to the floor. Tisha would have gasped in amazement, had she not been in the midst of another orgasm and also had a cock in her mouth. I decided she was unlikely to talk any more, so I shot a load into her mouth and withdrew my cock from that orifice. Even with the cock withdrawn she didn't close her mouth, her jaw hanging limp and my sperm dripping down her chin. It would have dripped onto me, had I been there. Tisha was, in fact, totally spent, continuing to move only in response to primal urges. Barely conscious, her eyes rolled upward, she was little more than a rag doll, barely able to respond to the two cocks driving into her. I gave her a couple more hard thrusts, pushed her into yet another orgasm, and shot into her two holes simultaneously. The exhausted girl rolled off me and dropped to the floor, staring unseeing at the ceiling, her legs spread, her cunt and ass leaking sperm. "Hey, Tish," mocked Yolanda, "Ready for geometry?" A glance at the school budget that morning with the real principal had showed me that most of the "extracurricular activities" funds went (as usual, I suspect), into supporting athletics. To correct this disparity, I organized a lunchtime "Fuck the Jocks" festival, during which students for a few bucks could fuck the athlete or cheerleader of their choice. A number of shy, mousy girls got the chance they'd been waiting for to lose their cherries to the school studs (and it looked like a few might have created lasting impressions on the studs). Several geeks got to screw the babes. And there were an impressive number of donations to pay for gay and lesbian sex. I also charged a small fee for watchers, with all proceeds going to support the Chess Club's trip to a tournament in San Diego. After lunch, I decided to spend the afternoon visiting various classes and adding my bit to the educational process. Naturally, I dropped in on the sex education class (which was called something like "Health and Body Awareness"). When I arrived, the teacher, Mrs. Hardnot (I swear), was giving them some crap about Fallopian Tubes, which had the kids just about falling asleep. When she saw me, the teacher smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Well, students, we are honored by a visit from our Principal for a Day, Mr. Mallory." The kids grunted in acknowledgement. "Would you like to say something to the class, Mr. Mallory?" she went on. "I sure would," I answered. "Look, I know you kids don't give a shit about Fallopian Tubes..." "Really, Mr. Mallory, it's important to understand..." "Nobody cares about Fallopian Tubes. Not even the Fallopians. Anybody here who's going to become a doctor or nurse will get that stuff in college - the rest of the world doesn't give a damn." I turned back to the class. "What you folks want to know about is how to do the job right, so let's talk basics." I signalled to an attractive little brunette in the first row to come forward, and in a moment had her sitting on the desk, her skirt up, her panties down, and her legs spread. "This is her vulva," I said, pointing between her legs, "also known as pussy, cunt, twat, snatch, or a bunch of other names." "Open it up, sweetie," I said. Catching my meaning, she pulled open the lips, and I pointed again. "That's the vagina. That's where you put your cock, guys. I know most of you know that, but we're starting with basics here." "Inside there," I said, sliding a finger in, "somewhere on the upper wall above the entrance, is her G-spot." I felt around until the look on her face indicated I'd found it. "She'll know you've got it because it will make her think she needs to piss. Also because it feels good. Right?" I said to my assistant. She nodded with a smile. "Treat a girl right," I preached, "and you'll get invited back for seconds." I went on to discuss and demonstrate the care and feeding of the clitoris (which led to a demonstration of orgasms), and then moved on to tits and nipples, with a short digression into necks and earlobes. We then brought a young man forward and went through a similar routine. Finally I had the girl, under my direction, demonstrate proper handling of the penis ("Treat it gently, girls, just like you touch your own clit when you're masturbating"), followed by a blowjob demo ("lots of tongue, girls, a fair amount of suction, and NO teeth"). This demo led to a demo of ejaculation, which led to a spirited discussion among the class on the relative merits of shooting in the girl's mouth, on her face, or (a minority viewpoint) on her boobs. I did my best to convince the girls that spitting is rude. This couple returned to their seats with the thanks of the class, and I called a number of girls forward to demonstrate the variety of body types (being always careful to remain positive, and discuss the good points of each type). We displayed large and small breasts, and I had the boys feel several so that they could understand the differences in texture. The stroking of the breasts led of course to erect nipples, another subject for discussion, and again I had the boys suck on a few nipples to become familiar with the taste. Luckily, there were a couple of girls in the class who had puffies. Interestingly, they were somewhat embarrassed about having "weird nips", but I assured them that a great many men find puffies to be great treats, and I noticed from the looks on several boys' faces that they felt likewise. These girls' phones would be ringing. We then had a show and tell on circumcised and uncircumcised cocks, and let the girls play with one of each type. I had noticed that a couple of the kids seemed embarrassed a bit earlier when I mentioned masturbating (I remember as a kid thinking that I was the only person on earth doing this evil thing), so I discussed different ways of masturbating, and had kids demonstrate their personal favorites. This of course led to discussion of the fantasies we each get off on while jacking off. One girl said she had always wanted to be done by three guys at once. Too bad you weren't in the gym a little earlier, I thought to myself. But what I said aloud was, "Well, honey, this is your lucky day! Any volunteers?" Three guys had her stripped and fucking quicker than I could write this sentence. That inspired a small, skinny guy in the back of the room to raise his hand timidly and say, "I've always wanted to fuck my mom." "Will a teacher do?" I asked, smiling over at Mrs. Hardnot, who immediately began unbuttoning her dress. The boy smiled nervously, nodded eagerly, and was soon all over her, forgetting my lecture on technique until Mrs. Hardnot reminded him to slow down. I could easily have brought his mother in of course, but I wanted to work with the resources at hand. This reminded me to pass on to the male students Benjamin Franklin's excellent advice to young men that they should seek out older mistresses. Earlier, a girl who had been sitting in the corner had caught my eye, though I hadn't had a chance to get a good look at her. She had slouched, semi-bored, through much of the class. Now, perhaps prompted by Reward, she came forward. "Hi, I'm Libbie Colter," she said huskily, "and what I like is fucking authority figures." I approved of her preference, especially since it was obvious who the authority figure of choice was. I recognized the name from my conversation with the school secretary, though I would have recognized her as the school beauty without any prior warning. She had, to use some of my classic movie favorites as examples, the body of Marilyn Monroe, the face of Audrey Hepburn, and the cool, aristocratic self-assurance of Grace Kelly. She advanced toward me, her designer casual outfit revealing just enough of her exquisite, lithe body to entice every man, while her carriage told all but a favored few that they had no hope. She stepped close and grabbed my head, pulling my lips down for a hard, demanding kiss, her tongue spearing into my mouth. As suddenly, she pulled away. "Take down your pants," she said calmly. At once I understood her game. She wanted authority figures all right - because no one else was a challenge to her own authority. I pictured with amusement what she probably did with her quarterback boyfriend. I obeyed her orders, dropping my trousers to the floor, while she knelt to examine my cock critically, then insert it between her perfect lips and give it a few desultory licks and a half-hearted suck or two before saying "That's enough," then standing to pull down her own pants while sitting on the edge of the desk. Spreading her legs, she said in that same tone of calm command, "Eat it." I was getting a kick out of her game, but even if I had resented her tone of command, I would still have obeyed - this meal was too good to pass up. I knelt reverently in front of the goddess and looked at the feast she was offering. Not shaven but trimmed, the pale pink inner lips peeped out invitingly. A princess of course wouldn't deign to open her own labia, that was work to be performed for her by lesser beings, so I reached forward to delicately pull apart the lips. I never tire of the sight. Whatever the color, from the palest pink (like this one) to fiery red or deep magenta - it doesn't matter, I just love pussies. My contemplation of this one was cut short when a hand applied to the back of my head informed me that its owner expected service. I hastened to obey. My head moved forward to where I could smell her musky odors more strongly. My lips touched hers in a chaste kiss, before mine parted, and my tongue came forward. Then my tongue was on her lips, then between them, then curled tight and pushing into her hole. The hand touched my head again, and the princess said softly, "My clit." Again I obeyed, my tongue shifting its attention slightly northward to touch the little bud. The princess shuddered softly and sighed, as I repeated the action, then allowed my finger to join in, sawing slowly into her vagina as my tongue laved at her clit. Libbie shuddered slightly again, and took in her breath raggedly. "That's good," she said huskily, touching my head. When I looked up from my labors, she gestured to me to rise and said, simply, "Fuck me now." Not a directive I've ever questioned, though I was surprised she had stopped me. Then I realized that she had probably stopped me precisely because she was enjoying herself too much. Libbie Colter wouldn't want to lose control. I rose and stood in front of the desk, while Libbie waited cooly to be serviced. She looked up at me, smiling softly with the superiority given to her by her beauty - she knew that no man could look at her without wanting her, and that any man to whom she granted access to her pussy would repay her with slavish gratitude. I was grateful, that was damn sure, as I pushed my cock between the soft, warm lips and into the tight channel within. It was wonderful, at first, to be inside her, to see lying before me a creature of such beauty. At first. But ultimately unsatisfying. Libbie was too controlled - I wondered if she received any pleasure from sex, or if it was just a game for her. She seemed to be studying my face to gauge my reactions more than she was enjoying her own reactions. I pushed her back from the edge of the desk and climbed up, lying atop her, so I could enter her more fully, and began to drive down into her. Simultaneously, I told Reward to turn up the heat. Immediately, her hips, up to now barely moving, began pushing back in time with my own, her arms raised to circle around my back. Gradually, every nerve-ending of her body began to tingle with Reward-enhanced lust. Her body shook as her passion rose to uncontrollable levels. The princess was at war with the new-found slut within. Libbie was resisting, dying to cry out in her lust, but needing always to remain cool, to stay in command. She knew she was enjoying this too much, that she was losing control, but it was too much for her. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, as her cunt drove upwards. "Fuck me," she cried out finally. "Fuck me harder," she shouted again, then merely grunted unaristocratically as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. She held tight as I drove into her a dozen more times, each harder and faster, her orgasm rising to a new level with each thrust, as her grunts became a low moan, gradually rising as I shot into her and she clasped me hard against her perfect body. "I've never had it like that," she began, then tried to reassert herself. "You were very good," the princess praised me. "I'd like you to do me again some time." I thanked her. We were just about to deal with anal sex when the bell rang (I considered extending the class and seeing how Libbie's cool reserve would deal with being buttfucked, but decided to give it a pass this time), so I instructed Mrs. Hardnot to make it her topic for the next day. She looked as if she'd be likely to carry on my good work. I had had so much fun there that I decided to visit a French class, where we spent the whole period on kissing (though of course that progressed to caresses of various types) and oral sex. From there I next moved on to Western Civ, where the interrupted Sex Ed class was effectively resumed, because they were studying the Greeks. When the teacher introduced me to the class and asked me what I'd like to do with them, I told her that it was my opinion that, in order to really understand the Greeks, it was important to understand the form of sex to which they gave their name. She agreed that it was an interesting and innovative approach to teaching, and asked if I'd like to buttfuck her educationally. Since she seemed to have a butt well worth fucking, I agreed. We cleared off her desk, threw our clothing on the floor, and I mounted her ass (it was as good as indicated) from behind. Although normally I just let Reward take care of such details, I first lubed her, while reminding students how vital the step is in anal sex. "If you're fucking a girl's cunt, she'll usually supply the lube," I pointed out as I was climbing on their teacher, "but you need to bring your own if you're going into her butt - or if you're going into a guy's butt, as was so popular among the Greeks. Alexander the Great preferred olive oil," I added, making it up as I went along. As we fucked, I explained the benefits of buttfucking to the guys - mainly that it feels great because it's tight, it's really dirty (a benefit never to be overlooked), and it's a great alternative if they have a girlfriend with a loose pussy. The teacher spoke up, telling the girls that it hurt at first, but that it wasn't bad after a while (not a ringing endorsement, I felt), and that those aspiring to roles as submissives should consider it as a good way to demonstrate their degradation. I asked her if she'd ever done it before, to which she replied, between gasps, "Only with my German Shepherd." I considered dropping in on the German class next, but decided that that was a bit too perverse for me, and then realized that there were getting to be relatively few things that fit into that category - I was getting more like Beth every day. Instead of German, I headed next for Family Living. I have no idea what they teach in a class like this - I think it's an updated version of Home Ec, with a few more boys than Home Ec used to get. It seemed to have possibilities, though, so I dropped in. As I entered, the teacher was asking the class to name the most important elements for a successful family, trying, it was obvious, to elicit answers such as trust, love, security, etc. When she introduced me, I told the kids that those were all very important elements, but that the essential element of a family is kids. "Without kids, it's not a family, it's a couple," I pointed out logically enough. "So let's discuss kids. In order to have kids, you need to get pregnant," I argued, ignoring for purposes of my lecture the possibility of adoption. With a (metaphorical) wave of my hand, I made all the girls in the class six months pregnant (reminding Reward, in case I forgot, to undo it when the class ended), then brought a couple of them to the front of the class, where another metaphorical wave stripped them. "You'll note that their tits get a lot bigger," I pointed out, "which is something most guys like about pregnancy. The downside," I noted, "is the inevitable sag that follows." I also talked about how pregnancy often makes a woman more sexually receptive, demonstrating by stroking one of my models up to full speed in about thirty seconds flat (okay, I had help from Reward). We then demonstrated some of the alternatives to missionary that are most comfortable for both partners. It being a course on family, naturally I needed to remind them of the importance of loving their family. "It's love that holds families together," I explained. "Parents need their children's love as much as the children need their parents'." The kids nodded very seriously. "Girls, if you haven't fucked your father lately, how can he be sure of your love?" I could see them examining their consciences - concerned about the way they had been failing in their filial obligations. "The same for boys and their mothers, of course," I added. "And of course you have an obligation to your bothers and sisters - especially toward your younger siblings who need to be taught and guided in the right directions." "Promise me that you'll go home tonight and fuck the hell out of your families." They nodded eagerly, some with tears in their eyes. "That's great," I wound up, "and never forget that the family that screws together, eats cashews together." Which of course made no sense whatsoever, but they took it as exceptionally profound, and actually applauded me as the bell rang for the end of the day. ------- The End ------- Posted: 1999-07-07 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------