Message-ID: <20278eli$9902280433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM} Repost: My Reward Ch25 (MC, MF, Mf16, f12 voy/mast, bad fake Shakespeare) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7ba5gf$cac$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 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. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----