Message-ID: <20279eli$9902280433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM} Repost: My Reward Ch24 (MC, MF, Mf16) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7ba5cd$c9q$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 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." -----------== 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 | ----