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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-99
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
80,000-100,000 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 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.
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