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Subject: {ASSM} (ASS) My Reward, Ch59 - 1/2 (MC, MF, Mf, rough, school, public)
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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-2001


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 59: PRINCIPALLY SEX (PART 1)

Back around Christmas time (it was now February) I had been contacted, in my
capacity as Business and Community Leader, to do a little job for the local
school district.

Each year the district, like many others around the country, has local Business
and Community Leaders come in for a PR routine they call Principal for a Day.
We're supposed to smile a lot, talk to the students, demonstrate the importance
of school-community ties, and (they hope) act in the future as advocates for the
public school system.

I think the public school system sucks (my kids go to private schools), but
Michelle insisted that I do it since it would be good for the agency. I was
grousing to myself that I should have turned it down before she found out about
it as I drove up in front of the gargantuan high school to which I'd been
assigned.

School hadn't yet started as the real principal took me on a tour of the
facilities and introduced me to the staff. Three gyms, two pools (one indoor,
one outdoor), four vice-principals, several associate deans, and a lot of
comments about why they need more money later I had come to some conclusions,
but they were not the ones I believe I was intended to arrive at. I kept my
comments to myself, however, as I bid the principal good day and settled into
my/her desk just before the opening bell rang.

It will not surprise you to learn that my walk through one of the outrageously
over-equipped gyms, during which I had seen some very well-equipped young women
in a morning workout for the volleyball team, had provided me with some thoughts
on how I could enliven what had looked like a pretty dreary day.

You may find it surprising that I hadn't considered these possibilities earlier,
given my somewhat randy nature. I can't explain it - I had just been looking at
this gig as a pain in the butt. Now I saw it as a possibility of my cock in
somebody's butt. Sorry - a somewhat labored joke, but it aptly illustrates my
sudden change in attitude.

I quickly dumped the principal who, I think, had planned to hover over my
shoulder all day - I had Reward convince her she had pressing duties at school
district headquarters.  Then I called in her secretary, an attractive, if
slightly plump, woman in her mid-thirties.

"Brenda," I asked, having been introduced to her earlier, "who's the hottest
little slut in school?"

"Well," she said, pausing uncertainly, "Libbie Colter is probably the prettiest
girl. I'm sure all the boys jack off thinking about her," she laughed.

"Is she a good piece of ass?" I probed.

"We-ell, she's dating the quarterback - the local stud," she answered
judiciously. "I assume she puts out, but I don't know if she's any good."

"Okay," I nodded, making a mental note of Libbie Colter. "But what I'm really
looking for right now is the school slut - somebody who'll fuck anything that
moves, and fucks door knobs the rest of the time."

"Oh," she said, enlightenment coming on her, "then you want Laura Jeffers.
Forget quarterbacks, she'd fuck the hunchback of Notre Dame."

"That's the one," I said, putting down my notebook. "Find out what class she's
in and send a note for her to come to the principal's office."

"Sure thing," Brenda agreed, smiling, "but you could fuck me instead."

I had been so focused on teen pussy that I had ignored a nice-looking woman in
front of me. I silently thanked Reward for programming her to remind me, and
answered, "Of course, Brenda, an excellent suggestion - why don't you bend over
the desk?"

Although I had willingly (okay, eagerly) accepted Brenda's suggestion, I was
still in a hurry to get a bit of teen-slut, so I didn't waste any time on
preliminaries. Brenda bent over the desk, then I pulled up her skirt, pulled
down her panties, and stuck my cock in her pussy. The doing didn't take much
longer than the saying.

Brenda's ass was a bit more extensive than I normally like, but it was nicely
rounded, and she wiggled it invitingly as I maneuvered my cock into the slippery
little hole lying beneath it. She sighed with pleasure as I entered, then
grunted slightly as I entered again, a bit harder. Then she began pushing back
against me as I sped up, and finally collapsed against the desk as I slammed
into her one last time before shooting a good-sized load into her pussy.  

When we were finished, Brenda calmly stood, straightened her skirt, and turned
to peck me on the cheek. "That was nice, boss," she said. "If you want more, let
me know." A moment later she returned to the office to tell me that Laura
Jeffers had been summoned to the principal's office, adding as she left, "You
know, that's one of the things I don't like about having a female boss - she
never dicks me."

It seemed she was barely out the door before she was back in, announcing, "Mr.
Mallory, Laura Jeffers is here to see you," and motioning a slouching figure
into the room. "Would you like the door open or closed, Mr. Mallory?" she asked
as the girl passed her, winking broadly at me.

I replied that Miss Jeffers and I needed to converse privately, as I motioned
the girl to a chair. 

I studied the girl intently for a few moments, fully aware that it made her
nervous (though she tried to hide it with an air of bravado). A bit plain but by
no means unpleasant looking, a bit overweight but not fat, a bit pimply but not
grossly so, she was distinguished primarily by a bit too much make-up and a bit
too little clothing. Her posture, slouching deeply into the chair, was intended
to show, I was sure, her indifference, but I suspected it showed as much her
lack of self-confidence. 

Certainly, combined with the shortness of her skirt, it showed her panties.

As I was studying her, I had asked Reward to tell me about her latest exploits.
Then I spoke. "Laura," I said, frowning intently to show my concern, "I
understand that you went home at lunch with two boys yesterday and had sex with
them."

I saw her mouth open, then shut in surprise. Her eyes stared as she thought. Her
mouth opened again, but only "uh..." came out. After these false starts, she
finally rallied and said "So what?" trying to sound defiant. "It's none of your
business," she added sulkily a moment later.

"No," I acknowledged, "not as long as it's off school grounds." I paused. "But
then there's the matter of your giving Mr. Rodriguez a blowjob in the chemistry
lab last week." I furrowed my brow. "It may be necessary to review the grades he
has given you in that class."

"What the...?" she sputtered for a few moments. "How do you know...?" She
stopped.

"I'm not sure what I should do about this . . . ." I began, pausing tentatively
and staring at her crotch.

She got the hint. "You want some, don't you?" she asked, grinning wickedly as
she spread her legs. "Shit - why not?" she laughed. "Join the crowd." 

She got up and pulled the short skirt down, letting it drop to the floor as she
looked around the room. "Do you want me on the couch, or would you like a
blowjob?"

"Let's start with the blowjob," I suggested. "Let's see if it's worth the B+
Rodriguez gave it." 

She walked around the desk as I turned my chair to face her. I hadn't bothered
to put my pants back on after fucking Brenda, so there was nothing to slow Laura
down. She was immediately on her knees in front of the chair, her tongue licking
at the head of my cock.

"I like men's cocks," she said ingratiatingly. "They're so much bigger than
boys'." She then popped most of my cock in her mouth with a single suck.

"You like big cocks?" I asked. She nodded. "Here's a good one for you then," I
said, growing my cock to Mallory Empire proportions, and stretching her jaw to
the breaking point.

"Wow," she said, when she could disgorge the monster from her mouth, "that's
really cool. Can you make it as big as you want?" she asked.

I nodded. After pondering the idea for a second the girl licked at the cock in
front of her and spoke again. "I don't think I could suck anything bigger than
this anyway, but maybe when you're fucking me you could make it even bigger?"

I nodded, and she went back to her sucking. As she did so, I realized that the
reason I had asked for the school slut was because I was in the mood for some
nasty sex. Since I had married my latest secretary, Wendy, I had been getting
less of the kinky stuff (I wasn't off it entirely, of course, but Wendy had
become a bit more respectable as a married woman and expectant mother). I felt
the urge to get hardcore for a change.

"Are you a slut, Laura?" I asked softly.

"Glmpf?" she responded, questioning with her eyes, since her mouth was very
full.

"I'm told you're the school slut - that's why I brought you here."

She disgorged my cock long enough to nod. "Yeah - that's me," she acknowledged.

"Well," I replied, "a mere blowjob isn't what I'd expect from a slut." I grabbed
the back of her head. "A slut is for face-fucking."

As I spoke, my hips thrust forward and my cock rammed deep into her. The girl
grunted with discomfort, gagging slightly, but I didn't pause - after pulling
back I slammed forward into her throat again, then began a rapid series of
strokes.

My cock was going most of the way down her throat (if she hadn't already had her
tonsils out, they were gone now), as I pulled her head back and forth. I drove
the huge thing deep into her, faster and faster, until at last I pulled her face
tight against my belly and stroked hard into her one last time, shooting my
sperm almost directly into her belly. 

When the last spasm died down, I released her head, and she fell limp at my
feet. Such treatment would probably have strangled a woman normally, but Reward
deals well with such things, and I knew she wasn't dead. It took her a few
moments to recover, however, and when at last she revived, it was to say only,
"My god, I've never been done like that."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I ... I ... don't know," she said in a small voice. "It was really good, having
a big cock, and I like it when a guy does me hard, but ... it was kinda like
rape, you know?"

I shrugged. "You're a slut - that's what you get."

She nodded.

"Now spread your legs," I told her. "You're going to get fucked the same way."

"Couldn't you fuck me, you know," she asked tentatively, "you know, fuck me
nice?"

"Why would I want to do that with a slut?" I asked in surprise. "If I want to
fuck a girl nice, I'll fuck a nice girl. Now spread those legs and open your
cunt."

She did as told, lying back on the floor and opening her legs wide. I dropped on
top of her and drove my cock into her with one hard push. She grunted with
discomfort, then again as I pulled back and drove into her again.

I pulled out slightly and rose up to look down at the girl as I pushed intoi her
with long strokes. She was a hot little thing - though in one sense she was
unhappy, clearly feeling the pain of the degradation I was putting her through,
nonetheless she was physically responding, her hips moving in rhythm with mine,
her breathing coming harder. 

"Open your blouse," I told her. She did, then I pulled down her bra and squeezed
hard on a tit. I pulled her nipple away from her chest, then pinched it until a
flicker of pain crossed the girl's face. "What are you, Laura?" I asked.

She looked away from me. "I'm a slut," she answered slowly.

"Look at me and say it loud," I demanded.

"I'm a slut," she repeated.

"What are you good for?"

She hesitated. "Just fucking, I guess."

"That's right," I answered with a sneer. "You're just a sperm-bucket, just
something for guys to stick there cocks in." Jeez, was this really me? I
wondered. And yet it was exciting. 

Perversely, the girl seemed to find it exciting, as well. The more I degraded
her, the harder her hips drove up at me. As I sped up in response, she groaned,
and said, "Oh god yes, I'm a slut. Such a fucking slut. Fuck your slut,
goddamnit, fuck your little slut."

So I fucked the little slut. I slammed my cock down into her, as her legs opened
wider, the knees almost touching the carpet, and she called out in lust as her
hips returned every thrust. "Fuck me, dammit, fuck me!" she called out again as
I redoubled my speed, slamming harder and harder, until finally her legs wrapped
around me and held me tight as her whole body went rigid. Her cunt clamped tight
on my cock and sucked it dry, and I shot stream after stream deep into her.

Then we were both silent for a long time. I laid atop her until I recovered
enough to roll off onto the carpet.

Having been so nasty, it was time for a good deed.

"Do you really want to be a slut, Laura?" I asked.

She looked at me, then away, and shook her head. "No."

"Then don't be," I replied.

She shook her head again. "It's not so easy," she said. "Everybody knows what I
am. You know - that's why you brought me here. Everybody knows."

She was near tears, and I felt guilty about how I had treated her. That was the
damn problem - I loved occasional rough sex, but I always felt like hell
afterward. Well, I reflected, that's what Reward is for - resolving those
conflicts.

"Starting right now," I told her, and Reward made her believe it, "that isn't
your reputation." I quickly had Reward read her mind for a boy she liked. "David
Wilson has asked you to a party next Friday - he won't expect sex. From now on
you're just a regular kid. Now get back to class."

She left, thinking that nothing had happened except a disciplinary warning on
late homework. I thought of Jesus and his "Go, and sin no more" message. That
ought to earn me my merit badge, I figured - as well as a few more pieces of
teen tail.

After my bad deed / good deed with Laura, I remembered the volleyball practice
and headed back to the gym. Unfortunately, I wandered in just as a sophomore
girls' PE class was ending. I had planned to sit in the stands and watch them,
perhaps stripping them all naked in order to lend a bit more bounce to their
volleyball game, but I was a bit late, arriving just as the teacher/coach blew
her whistle and the girls began heading in to change. 

That, as you might guess, gave me the idea of fulfilling the ultimate teen
fantasy - entering the girls' locker room.

Of course I could have had the teacher invite me in. The fantasy I (like many
others) had once had, however, was to be invisible in the girl's locker room. So
I simply had myself disappear and walked, ghost-like, through the closed door of
the locker.

Inside was a noisy mix of shouts, laughter, teasing, and chatter - the
incredible cacophony that can be generated only by twenty-four teen girls in an
enclosed space. Around me, girls were stripping off their t-shirts and shorts as
the room began to fill with the steam from a dozen showers.

Unable to resist caressing one particularly fine little ass, I inadvertently
nearly started a fight, as the possessor of the ass, feeling the caress, swung
around and accused the girl standing next to her of being a "nasty lez bitch." 

Not wanting to start numerous cat fights, but also not willing to forego any
pleasures, I told Reward to have any girls I touched accept it as normal. The
two quarrelling girls I told to make up by making love to each other. As they
stood locked in a passionate, groping kiss I moved further into the room.

In the shower there were now about 8-10 girls washing themselves quickly (and
simultaneously trying to keep their hair dry). There was of course a wide
variety on which to feast my eyes, but finally I settled on a gorgeous black
girl, just stepping out of the shower. 

She was tall and slender with long legs, a nicely rounded butt, and large, heavy
breasts that jiggled provocatively as she walked, her dark skin glistening with
droplets of water, to a bench. I watched her dry herself for a moment,
hesitating over my choice. When she turned slightly away from me, raising a leg
on to the bench to dry it (and thus sticking out her butt invitingly and
dangling her breasts even more invitingly), I decided. I was very turned on by
all the nubile flesh around me, so I wasn't going to need much in the way of
foreplay, but I had to get a feel of that ass and those tits. So I walked up
behind her and reached around to grab one of the breasts with each hand,
meanwhile rubbing my crotch against her ass. Everything felt as good as it
looked.

The girl didn't react initially, other than to cease drying her legs. She turned
around to see who had grabbed her. Seeing that no one was there, though, she
just passively accepted the caresses, but seemed interested in looking at her
breasts being played with, the invisible hand making indentations in the flesh,
the nipples jutting out as I squeezed.

I was ready, though she wasn't of course. I had Reward get her ready and then I
willed her to lie on the bench. In a second, she was on her back, legs spread,
and in another second I was between her legs and my cock was in her pussy.

This attracted attention.  At first there seemed to be some confusion about why
Yolanda, as I learned was her name, was on her back thrusting her hips toward
the ceiling. But then one girl told another, "She must be fucking an invisible
guy," and the idea was accepted generally.

"Hey, Yolanda," said another black girl sharply, "you promised you'd help me
with geometry during our free period, and here you are fucking some guy. What's
this shit, girl?"

"Come on, back off, Tisha," replied another of the watching girls. "What would
you rather do - fuck or study geometry?"

This earned a round of laughter from the circling girls, a few of whom were
beginning to finger their pussies as they watched their classmate fuck.
"Besides," the girl added, "I've never seen anybody get fucked by an invisible
person before."

"Well, yeah," Tisha agreed reluctantly. "It's interesting - but I'm gonna get
fucked on that test if I don't get some help."

Yolanda didn't join in any of the banter, or reply to Tisha, because she was too
busy. Reward had turned her dial to high, and she was fucking me as hard as I'd
ever seen. Her hips were slamming up at me with a mix of speed and power that
had to be felt to be believed. She had come for the first time about thirty
seconds into our fuck, and had orgasmed again about every thirty seconds
afterward. 

It was on her seventh or tenth or fourteenth (I lost count) orgasm that I
decided to join her, and shot a load of sperm deep into her, setting her off on
another, bigger and longer than any of the others. As my own spasms died off, I
rode her until she calmed down, her last orgasm ending in a series of gentle
shudders as she fell back exhausted against the hard banch.

I probably would have ended things there, but at that moment Tisha said, "Okay,
Yolanda, now let's go study," which I thought was insensitive. So I decided that
Tisha needed to be reminded what it felt like to be in the grips of passion. 

I laid on my back on the floor (first having Reward dry out a spot and put down
softer carpeting). In a moment Reward had stripped Tisha and she was squatting
over me, impaled on my dick.

Tisha was in most ways exactly the opposite of Yolanda. Where her friend was
tall and slender, Tisha was short and just a bit pudgy, with the chubby face of
a cherub. Where Yolanda had fucked with power and speed, Tisha's style was slow,
languorous - she rose and fell on the invisible cock as though she were savoring
its feel on her inner walls. I certainly was.

And while Yolanda had uttered not a word throughout our fuck, and made only a
few guttural sounds during her multiple orgasms, Tisha hardly shut up.

"Hey, Tish, I thought you were in a hurry for geometry," one of the girls
teased, inevitably, after a few moments of our fucking.

"I can't help it," she answered between pants. "Oh god, I gotta fuck, I gotta
fuck."

I noticed that most of our audience - even Yolanda, who was still laying on the
bench, but was recovered enough to be watching us - were now actively fingering
themselves. One well-prepared girl pulled a dildo out of her backpack and
slipped it into her pussy while her classmates looked on enviously. Most stuck
with the tools God had given them, but a few resorted to hairbrush handles, one
of them planting herself directly across from me on another bench, her legs
spread wide, working the brush in and out frantically with both hands as she
watched Tisha and the invisible man. 

I was having a great time, of course. Tisha's pussy felt good, and I certainly
enjoyed the lovely and varied views. The only negative, in fact, I decided after
a few minutes, was the audio. Normally, as you may recall, I'm quite a fan of a
good filthmouth - it really turns me on to have a girl talking dirty while we
fuck. Tisha, unfortunately, while quite voluble, didn't show much imagination.
After she got started saying, "I gotta fuck," she just kept saying it endlessly,
until I got tired of hearing it.

I decided that the best way to stop her from talking was to fill her mouth, so I
created a clone of myself and had him stick his cock in her mouth. This elicited
further positive comments from the audience. I enjoyed it too, and it was only a
moment later that a third prick drove into Tisha's rectum.

This, too, was a popular decision. The dildo, dildo-surrogates, and fingers
stepped up their pace as one girl remarked, "Geez, I've heard about three-hole
fucks, but ...."

Another commented that "I've never seen the inside of an asshole."  She moved
closer, leaning in to look up Tisha's butt. "Kinda gross," she commented, though
she didn't move away. "Do you see the way the skin moves in and out?  It must be
the prick pulling on it. Does the pussy do the same thing?"

Several girls pulled in close to study Tisha's pussy, noting that the inner
membranes there pulled out somewhat too, though they discussed the fact that it
didn't pull as much, indicating they felt that Tisha's pussy wasn't as tight as
her ass. 

I could have assured them that it was plenty tight enough, but I decided to give
them a better view, expanding the thickness of my cock to double its normal
circumference, then double again, until it was about as thick as Mark McGwire's
biceps.

The girls gasped in amazement as Tisha's cunt gaped open wider and wider, and
several came, including the girl on the bench, who lost her balance and fell to
the floor. Tisha would have gasped in amazement, had she not been in the midst
of another orgasm and also had a cock in her mouth. I decided she was unlikely
to talk any more, so I shot a load into her mouth and withdrew my cock from that
orifice. Even with the cock withdrawn she didn't close her mouth, her jaw
hanging limp and my sperm dripping down her chin. It would have dripped onto me,
had I been there.

Tisha was, in fact, totally spent, continuing to move only in response to primal
urges. Barely conscious, her eyes rolled upward, she was little more than a rag
doll, barely able to respond to the two cocks driving into her. I gave her a
couple more hard thrusts, pushed her into yet another orgasm, and shot into her
two holes simultaneously.

The exhausted girl rolled off me and dropped to the floor, staring unseeing at
the ceiling, her legs spread, her cunt and ass leaking sperm. 

"Hey, Tish," mocked Yolanda, "Ready for geometry?"

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