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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 26: LUST AND MARRIAGE

That winter passed relatively quietly, things going on pretty much as they
had. A few things happened that are probably worth mentioning, however.

In February, Sharon and I got married. I'm not making any claims about the
legality of the marriage - unlike the Mallory Empire, Arizona only allows a
man one wife at a time - but it made Sharon happy.

She had become steadily more explicit in her efforts to get me to the altar.
I had thought about altering her mind on the subject, but then I decided I'd
just give her what she wanted. I can't say I was deeply in love with Sharon,
but I very much liked her and enjoyed her company, so I figured what the
heck.

I let her think I'd divorced Chris in early December. It was a great move,
because the next few weeks she fucked me like nothing I'd ever had before. In
early January I asked her to marry me, and gave her an unlimited budget to
stage a wedding and reception. She had a great time, and I had fun watching
her - I think I mentioned that she was one of the all-time great
money-spenders.

She found a church and organized a dinner/reception at the Phoenix Country
Club (the one that the Goldwaters were among the founders of - very
prestigious, very expensive). The guest list was lengthy, which posed
something of a problem. Some of the people invited knew Chris and might
wonder at my taking a second wife, so I had to make their invitations get
lost in the mail and have their clones show up at the wedding. In a way,
though, this made Sharon even happier, because the gifts from the clones,
provided by Reward, were really quite impressive.

The ceremony was really beautiful, and Sharon looked great in a designer
wedding gown of off-white (she had had to go to New York for several
fittings). Cassie and Elizabeth were flower girls and were cute as could be
in exact replicas of their mother's dress. The church was beautifully
decorated by Phoenix's best interior decorator and top florist.

Sharon had obviously done a great job of planning the whole thing. The
highlight for me, however, was something entirely impromptu. When, at the end
of the ceremony, I was kissing the bride, the thought struck me that I'd much
rather be fucking her.

So I did.

After having Reward convince everybody in the church that this was an
ordinary part of every wedding ceremony, I extended the kiss with a good feel
of Sharon's breasts and butt. Then I had her bend over the communion rail
while I pulled up her long dress and pulled down her panties. She spread her
legs wide apart and reached behind to open her pussy lips.

As I stepped up behind her, the minister intoned the traditional words, "You
may fuck the bride."

I slid my cock into her wide-open pussy. When I was in deep, she grabbed the
railing with both hands. "Are you ready, Mrs. Mallory?" I asked, drawing a
smile from the minister.

Sharon turned to smile at me. "I'm ready, Mr. Mallory."

I grabbed her ass cheeks and slid my cock out, then drove it in hard. She
moaned softly, then turned to offer encouragement, as I came out and then in
again. "Do me good, Tom," she said. "I want it hard."

The last comment ended in a grunt, as she got it hard. Then she began
grunting with each successive thrust as I slammed her harder each time. Soon
she was pushing back to meet the strokes and whining with lust as she neared
her climax. Then her cries rose in pitch to a wail, her body began to shake,
and everything inside her began to contract. I responded by filling her with
my sperm.

When I removed my cock and stepped away from her, Sharon pulled her cunt open
wide to show my semen dripping from her vagina, as is traditional at
weddings. The excited buzz in the church showed that the guests were properly
impressed with our efforts, and we received appreciative nods and smiles as
we exited down the main aisle.

The reception was equally nice, and in fact I had such a great time that I
only had time to fuck one waitress and two of the bridesmaids.

After the reception, Sharon and I and the girls were off for two weeks in
Cozumel.

The sight of Cassie's fast-developing body in her bathing suit when we played
on the beach had quite an effect on me. Another several months had gone by
since I had first let Cassie watch her mother and I make love in their living
room, and her body had kept on filling out nicely.

I continued during the honeymoon to let her watch us occasionally, allowing
her access to the bedroom Sharon and I shared in the hotel's biggest suite.

Our last afternoon in Cozumel, I introduced Cassie to a new level of
sexuality. Sharon and Elizabeth had gone back to the hotel to get something
they had forgotten, so Cassie and I took a walk down the beautiful beach. At
one point Cassie ran ahead of me, splashing through the waves, while I walked
behind, admiring her beautiful little butt, just beginning to round into a
teen's shape.

Not surprisingly, I began to get aroused, and when I saw two beautiful teens
in the tiniest of thongs walking toward us I made up my mind to do something
with the erection Cassie had given me.

I had Reward make then decide that it would be a hoot to tease that old gringo
over there -- the one with the little girl. The girls, both about eighteen,
whispered briefly together, then giggled as they detoured slightly in our
direction.

"Hola, senor," one of them, a girl with a voluptuous figure, said, then turned
to near-perfect English, "my friend and I want you to help us with something."

"My pleasure, senoritas," I responded with a smile, as Cassie looked on
curiously.

The same girl, apparently the more forward of the two, spoke again. "We would
someday like to go to the States, and we were arguing about which of us the
norteamericanos would think was prettier." She preened and stuck out her
sizeable chest, turning slowly so I could admire her from every angle.

Her friend, more slender, giggled, but then did much the same, finally
speaking, "Monica has much bigger tetas than mine, but I think yanquis like
better bodies like mine."

As she spoke, she ran a hand sensuously over her firm ass. Then she pouted
prettily at me, "What do you think, senor?"

They were having a great time teasing me, and all their moves were accompanied
by smiles and giggles between them.

I played along, trying to look embarrassed and confused. Meanwhile, Reward
had constructed an outcropping of rock nearby that offered a somewhat
secluded area.

"Gee, girls," I stammered, "I just don't know, you're both very pretty."

"Perhaps he needs to look more closely, Anna," said Monica with a wink. "We
could go over here," she added, taking me by the arm and leading me toward a
spot where projecting rocks offered cover from three sides. As we walked, one
of her hands stroked my ass and she stage-whispered, loudly enough for Anna
to hear, "I really want you to choose me."

When Anna heard Monica's campaigning, she joined in by rubbing my chest
seductively and cooing, "No, senor, you should choose me."

When we were hidden behind the rocks, Monica removed the tiny top that had
hidden little of her large breasts. She cupped the monsters, holding them out
toward me and squeezing the nipples. "Look at me, senor, don't you think I'm
much prettier than Anna?"

"You . . . you're very pretty, Monica," I stammered, staring at the huge
breasts that, despite their size, sagged only slightly.

Anna, jealous, removed both tops and bottoms and turned to show me her shapely
ass. She rubbed it and then bent over for emphasis. "I'm sexy, aren't I?" she
asked unnecessarily. "I see men look at me and I know they want to touch me."
She bent over almost completely and looked back at me. "You can touch me," she
said.

I reached out and rubbed her soft, firm ass and Anna cooed, "You're going to
choose me, aren't you, senor?"

Monica wasn't going to let Anna get away with such unfair tactics. She stepped
in front of me, again holding out her breasts and saying, "Perhaps the yanqui
would like to suck on my tetas."

I complied with this request, licking and then sucking one of her big
nipples, which quickly hardened and grew even larger. I had Reward intensify
her natural reactions, and she took in her breath sharply and held my head as
I sucked.

Meanwhile, I was temporarily ignoring Anna -- and thus inciting her to
escalate the rivalry. What had started out as teasing an old man was now a
serious contest between the girls. I glanced at Cassie, standing near the
entrance, her eyes wide in disbelief.

Anna, still bending over, now separated her legs farther and reached behind to
spread open her cunt. "Look at my cunt, senor," she said, "it's wide open, the
way men want it." Then she grabbed one of my hands and stuck it in her crotch.
"Feel how nice my pussy is, senor," she said. "It's a pussy that likes to be
filled by a man's cock."

It certainly felt like a pussy that deserved to be filled on a regular basis,
as I stuck first one finger, then another up her vagina and stroked her. At
first she was barely wet enough to enter, but just a few seconds later her
juices were filling her as she groaned and wiggled her ass enticingly.

Monica saw victory slipping away and now dropped to her knees on the sand,
pulling my swim trunks down and taking my erect cock in her hands. "You don't
need a pussy, senor," she said with a grin. "This cock needs a sexy girl's
mouth, doesn't it?"

With that she began licking the head of my cock, then gradually sucking it all
into her mouth. Meanwhile, I saw that she was fingering her own pussy.

As Monica was sucking my cock, I was fingering Anna's wet cunt. I added a
thumb in her ass -- she gasped as it entered, then began pushing back against
my hand, meanwhile squeezing her breasts and adding her own hand to the mix
with a finger on her clit.

Monica was sucking harder and playing with my balls, as I checked out Cassie,
who by this time was rubbing her virgin pussy through her swimsuit bottoms as
she stared in fascination at the scene in front of her.

Anna whimpered loudly then, driving her ass hard against my hand, then
shuddered, stiffened, and silently collapsed to the sand as her orgasm washed
over her. Monica glanced at her for a second, then redoubled her efforts. My
hands being free now, I grabbed her head and drove my cock deep into her
throat.

At first surprised by the ferocity of my thrust, Monica adjusted quickly and
rubbed her nose into my belly, taking everything. A few seconds of feeling her
throat muscles around my cockhead and I was shooting Monica full of my sperm.

The Mexican girl took only the first blast, then gagged on the sperm and
withdrew -- taking the next couple blasts in her face and the remaining
dribbles on her huge breasts. She looked up at me smugly, with semen dripping
down her cheeks and chin.

"Who was better?" she asked. "A girl you just put your fingers in, or the girl
who sucked your cock?"

I looked over at Anna, who was just recovering from her climax. She turned
over on her back, her long, slender body stretched on the sand. She was happy
with her orgasm, but dismayed to think that she may have lost the game. She
looked at my deflating cock -- I could see her thinking that this old guy
would be hours before he could get it up again.

"I don't think the contest is a fair one yet," I answered. "What can you do to
beat her, Anna?"

Anna looked momentarily confused, but then decided to give it a shot. She
opened her long legs wide and reached between them to spread open her pussy
lips. "My pussy is better than her mouth," she said with a grin. "What do you
want to do with it?"

I bent over her, looking down into the pussy wide open in front of me. I put
out my two index fingers and slid them into her vagina, pulling it open as
wide as it would go. Anna sucked her breath in hard, then again as my tongue
speared deep into her hole.

Monica looked on in frustration. A double frustration, because she had thought
she had won the contest, but now saw that Anna still had a chance, but also
because she hadn't come, and now Anna was working toward her second orgasm.

Her fingers probed deep into her pussy. But then she looked around and saw
Cassie, who had pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit and was rubbing her
pussy lips, trying for her own satisfaction. "Chiquita," said Monica,
gesturing to Cassie, "little girl, come here."

I watched through a corner of my eye as Cassie, uncertain, frightened and
fascinated by all the new sights and new feelings, came slowly toward the
Mexican girl. When she was directly in front of Monica, the Mexican girl said,
"We can satisfy each other, little girl," reaching out to touch Cassie's tiny
breast, then pulling down the top and licking her nipple. Cassie drew back,
shocked, though equally excited.

My stepdaughter looked over at me as I looked up from my task. I grinned at
her and winked, which reminded her of the night she first watched her mother
and I fuck in their living room. She looked back at me, then at Monica. She
reached out her hand to Monica, who drew her down onto the sand, embracing
her and fixing her mouth firmly on Cassie's small tit.

I returned to my task, licking Anna's clit until she was ready for a fuck.
Then as I pulled away from her, she spread her legs wide again and invited me
in. "Come on, gringo," she said with a laugh, "fuck me good."

I proceded to do so, making sure we were positioned so that I could watch as
Cassie was introduced to the joys of lesbianism.

Although she had initially sucked on Cassie's tit and stuck a finger into the
little girl's virgin pussy, Monica needed satisfaction for her own aching
cunt. When I looked over after sliding my hard cock up Anna's fuckhole, I saw
that Monica had swung around to the classic sixty-nine position, her own cunt
over Cassie's mouth. Cassie was uncertain what to do, but Monica was
demonstrating her ability to teach by example. "Just lick my pussy, little
girl," she said. "Do what I'm doing."

Cassie proved to be an apt student, and soon had her lips around Monica's clit
as each of them sucked hard on the other.

Meanwhile, Anna was rising to her second climax and had wrapped her legs and
arms around me, pulling me down tightly onto her. "Fuck me!" she screamed in
Spanish. "Harder, dammit, harder!" She thrust her hips up at me as she clawed
at my back.

I pounded down hard into Anna's gaping cunt as Monica and Cassie sucked each
other. As long as they had been exciting themselves, it didn't take long
before Cassie, experiencing totally new sensations, came -- shivering and
shaking. Monica drove her pussy down into Cassie's face, rubbing her clit
against the little girl's nose, and came a second later.

Monica rolled off Cassie, leaving my stepdaughter with her legs spread wide,
pussy juice and saliva glistening on her thighs and pussy lips, and on her
face a blissful smile with eyes closed. The sight was so beautiful that it
drove me to a new level, and I slammed harder into Anna. She expelled her
breath hard as the first of the series took her by surprise, but then she
pulled my head down and whispered, "That's it, just a few more."

Then she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and came with a series of hard
contractions in her womb. I slammed into her spasming cunt once more and then
fiilled her with my juice.

The four of us lay nearly motionless and silent on the sand for a while,
exhausted by our near-simultaneous orgasms. At last, after I lifted myself off
Anna, who groaned slightly as my cock pulled out of her cunt, Monica spoke.

"Do you fuck the little one?" she asked.

"No," I answered. "She's not ready yet," deliberately choosing words that I
knew would enrage any twelve-year-old. "She's not old enough."

Cassie looked at me with a slightly hurt expression -- one that showed the
dawning of a determination to prove me wrong. Monica nodded though, and we
were again quiet for a few moments. Then Anna bestirred herself enough to ask
who won the contest.

I briefly considered suggesting comparative buttfucks as a tie-breaker, but
decided to give it a pass for today. I persuaded the girls to accept a tie,
which they did after a lot a teasing back and forth.

Then we gathered up our things, got dressed and parted. Cassie and I walked
in silence back to the part of the beach where Sharon and Elizabeth awaited
us. I knew that Cassie was so bursting with questions that she didn't know
which one to begin with. For now, of course, I had to make it impossible for
her to ask those questions of her mother -- at least in any way that
indicated what she had seen.

That night, however, as Sharon knelt in front of me and I pounded hard into
her ass, I looked over toward the door of the room, where I saw Cassie
watching us, her hand rubbing her clit. With a new-found knowledge of the
right places to touch and how to touch them, she was moving quickly to
orgasm. She saw me looking, so I winked.

And the next day on the plane, as we flew back to Phoenix, I winked at her
again. Their mother asleep, I had glanced across the first-class aisle to
where the girls sat. There Cassie was rubbing her pussy, lost in a daydream.
When she opened her eyes -- she had probably been unaware of what she was
doing -- she blushed deeply as saw me watching her.

What she hadn't noticed was that Elizabeth had been watching her too.



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