Message-ID: <20149eli$9902220702@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM} Repost: My Reward Ch20 (MC, MF, exhib, humil) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7apf0v$5cn$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998-99 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 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. 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