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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-2000


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.

This and the preceding forty-nine chapters are available at
http://www.storiesonline.net/


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.

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