My Reward Ch23 (MC, MFF, MF, MFpreg, preg, inter, sleep, time-trav)

CHAPTER 23: ODDS AND ENDS

Other than the soccer fiasco, things were going pretty well in my various
lives. The Mallory Empire was growing, happy, and prosperous; my other lives
in various historical periods were doing well; Tom O'Malley and Ashley
Benedict were deeply in love.

My life (Tom Mallory's, that is) was going well on most fronts. The soccer
thing we've discussed, but I fixed that and after a week or so, Thomas
seeming okay, I was able to put it out of my mind for the most part.
(Nonetheless, for the remainder of the season I usually saw Natalie at the
games on Saturdays, and we generally had a fuck or two).  My sexual
relationship with Chris didn't improve any unfortunately -- if anything we
were growing more distant, sexually and otherwise.

Work was going great, of course. The agency was booming, and everybody there
thought I was great. Given the results, nobody dared question my somewhat
unusual work habits. Sharon and I were having a lot of fun together -- our
out of town trips were fun -- but she was becoming a bit insistent about
marriage. Still not openly demanding anything, but asking not-so-subtle
questions about my relationship with Chris and the likelihood of divorce.

Beth on the other hand could care less about marriage, mine or hers, as long
as she got fucked well and often. She preferred that it be with me, but
really any dick would do. In short, her passion for sex continued to grow,
and she was now asking for a variety of clones to service her on an almost
daily basis.

So, having given you all of this in digest form, I suppose I ought to fill in
some details on at least some of these things, so you'll be up to date on what
was happening that fall.

It was a couple weeks after the soccer game that Ashley spent the weekend with
us. A few days after Ashley had told Tom O'Malley about the weekend, Chris had
mentioned it to me.

"Oh, by the way," she said as we were sitting down for dinner, "I forgot to
mention -- Ashley's mom called the other day and asked if she could spend the
weekend with us when they go out of town this fall -- late October I think. I
told her it's okay."

"Ashley who?" I asked. I was taking no chances.

Sarah rolled her eyes, as teenagers are wont to do whenever their parents
speak.

"Ashley Benedict -- you know, Sarah's friend," Chris said, as to a slow child.

"Oh, sure," I answered, with sudden comprehension. "So why's she staying with
us?"

Chris explained that they were going to Ashley's father's annual sales
conference or trade show or whatever. I never got real clear on the details
-- perhaps because I didn't much care. I really didn't know the Benedicts
very well, having just met them once or twice at school functions. I didn't
have any idea what Ashley's dad did for a living, or even what his name was.

Anyway, I officially knew at that point that Ashley was spending the weekend
with us. And now the big weekend had arrived.

The Benedicts were to be gone Thursday afternoon through Monday morning, so
Ashley arrived after school on Thursday. When I got home, she and Sarah were
in Sarah's room, supposedly doing their homework. Of course, they were
actually on the phone, which is how they spent most of the rest of the
evening, with a short break for dinner.

Friday night when I got home, I learned that the girls were going to a
football game, to be followed by a dance at the school. Except that Ashley
wasn't too enthused about going to the dance. Through dinner they bantered
back and forth.

"C'mon, Ashley, I need you there," wheedled Sarah.

"I just don't think I'll have any fun," Ashley replied. "I don't like any of
the guys there."

"Ashley's got a secret lover," Sarah explained to the rest of us.

"Sarah!" Ashley expostulated, blushing.

"Everybody at school's wondering who it is," Sarah went on, enjoying her
friend's discomfiture. "Marissa saw them together at the mall - she said he's
really cute."

Ashley had now turned several shades darker, and I decided she needed
rescuing. "So why do you need Ashley at the dance?" I asked, to change the
subject.

Ashley jumped at the opportunity to turn the tables and embarrass Sarah. "She
wants me to help her with Jason, because I know him better than she does."

I thought I knew the boys Sarah was interested in. But of course at that age,
the field changes rapidly. "Who's Jason?" I asked.

Now Thomas piped in. "Jason Liggett, Brandon's brother," he said. "Sarah met
him at one of our games, and she's been all hot ever since."

"Thomas, don't talk like that about your sister," said Chris.

"Yeah, you little twerp," Sarah added.

So Sarah was interested in Jason Liggett, who was spending his nights fucking
his sister. As a traditional father, which I was, I wasn't sure if I was
happy about the prospect of my daughter being involved with somebody as
sexually experienced as Jason was no doubt rapidly becoming. On the other
hand, if he was getting his rocks off with Natalie, maybe he'd be relatively
harmless around Sarah. I'd just have to watch the situation.

"Tell you what," Thomas taunted, "for a price, I'll have Brandon set you up
with Jason."

"You say a word to Brandon and I'll kill you," Sarah hissed.

This exchange continued for a while until, Thomas and Sarah having
temporarily exhausted their venom toward each other, the conversation
returned to the dance, with Ashley finally giving in and agreeing to
accompany Sarah.

The girls had permission to be out until midnight. Sarah was fairly reliable
about such things, occasionally stretching a limit by fifteen minutes or so.
On the other hand, it was extremely unlikely they'd be early. Therefore, when
we got Thomas to bed at nine, and I saw at 9:30 that he was actually asleep,
I decided to try one of my plans on Chris.

I recalled the effect on Lisa, my first Reward conquest, when we had watched
a porn movie together. I had decided that perhaps a little porn might loosen
up Chris a little. I had therefore rented one at a nearby store -- nothing
too far out, no gangbangs or bondage or other kinky stuff.

Chris was in the family room, reading, when I came in and inserted the tape
in the VCR.  "Hey, Chris, I thought you might have some fun with this," I
said as I set the TV to the right channel.

She looked up as the video started to play. As the ads came on and she
realized what type of tape it was, she made a face and said, "Tom, are you
serious? A porn movie?"

"I thought you might get a kick out of it," I said a bit defensively. "You've
never seen one, have you?"

"Never wanted to," she said, but settled back to watch.

The plot, to the extent that any porno flick can be said to have a plot, was
the classic casting couch thing. The guy was a porno movie producer who was
casting his next epic, and a succession of beautiful young women came into
his office to audition. End of plot.

After about ten minutes of this, as the second applicant was auditioning by
showing off her grasp of the doggie position, I began to realize that my idea
was a flop. Chris was getting nothing out of this. Instead of arousal, her
only reactions were snide comments about the movie, the actresses, and the
silly plot.

Then another actress entered the producer's office, saw what was going on, and
immediately doffed her clothes. Chris commented about the absurdity of her
actions and her terrible acting. However, when the newcomer kissed the other
actress, and then began licking her pussy, Chris exploded.

"That's disgusting!" she exclaimed. Then, working hard to keep her voice
calm, she said to me, "Tom, I don't care if you enjoy this kind of stuff -
that's fine - but I can't stand to watch it." She walked to the door. "Just
make sure you put it away where the kids can't find it." Then she was gone.

So much for that idea. Unfortunately, the movie had had its intended effect on
me, and I had a raging hard-on.

I hadn't masturbated in a long time, but as the movie continued, I opened my
pants and began stroking my dick. But then I decided to move the movie into my
family room and make myself the star. Immediately one of the actresses was
sucking my cock as the other licked her pussy.

I didn't like all the cameras and lights, though - too much distraction and
heat. I made the situation "real life" - the women were actresses trying out
for a part in a porn movie, instead of being actresses in a porn movie
playing actresses trying out for a porn movie (if you can follow that
sentence).

The one sucking my cock, and doing a pretty poor job of it, was a young
latina, about nineteen, with fairly large but natural breasts on a curvy
frame, with the hips of a babymaker. The other was an overdone blonde with
absurd fake tits.

"Hey, girl," I said, getting into the producer role, "suck it like you mean
it."

"Fuck, man," she whined, "I can't do this straight - you told me you'd have
some stuff for me."

Why not? I'm not into drugs, but these were clones - I had Reward pump the
maximum "safe" dosage of crack into her. Suddenly her lips tightened on my
cock, and she began sucking like her life depended on it. The pneumatic
blonde, meanwhile, got her dose and started really digging into the latina's
cunt.

Now I began stroking into her mouth, but she moved away, saying, "Take it
easy, man, I don't like it like that."

Suddenly my anger and frustration with Chris's constant rejections and
evasions seemed focussed on this poor drug-addled pornster who didn't like me
fucking her face. "You'll like it any way I want to do it, bitch," I snarled.

She looked at me with surprise and a bit of apprehension. Then, without
speaking, she started sucking again.

But I was still angry. "Turn around, bitch," I told her. "This part has an
anal scene - I want to buttfuck you."

"I don't do anal," she said, again recalcitrant.

"Shut up, you stupid cunt," I said, a little surprised at my own words, but
still getting a kick out of it. "Turn around."

She tried to resist but couldn't. Slowly she turned. "I don't like this," she
whined.

"You, bimbo," I spoke to the blonde. "On your back and spread your legs. She's
gonna eat your cunt while I'm fucking her."

The blonde did as told, while the latina repeated herself. "I don't like
this," she said as she got in the doggie position and began licking the
blonde's bald pussy.

"I really care," I said as I positioned my cock at her butthole, then drove
forward into her rectum.

She grunted as I entered, then cried out, "Goddamn, it hurts!"

Reward, knowing what I wanted, provided just enough lubrication to let me
move. I slammed into her ass again, getting another grunt from her. She
didn't scream or cry, but just whined as I worked my cock in and out of her
tight butt, slamming her harder and harder with each stroke. The blonde,
wanting the latina's tongue, grabbed her head and buried the poor girl's face
deep in her cunt.

I sped up my strokes and the girl's legs collapsed under the assault. She
fell, her face in the blonde's cunt, her ass being pounded as my cock drove
into her like a piston. At last I came, filling her ass full of my sperm.

I collapsed on top of her as she whimpered into the blonde's pussy. When I
got off her, both my lust and my anger sated, I made them disappear, too
embarrassed by my rage to keep them around. Then I went to sleep in the spare
room.

Chris never said anything about the night's events, but it was a major
turning point in our relationship. Up to then, even if she usually turned
down my sexual overtures, she was at least polite and sometimes even
apologetic about it. The next few times I approached her, however, I received
just a flat "No." I stopped asking.

The girls, when they managed to drag themselves out of bed Saturday at nearly
noon, were full of talk about the dance. Apparently Sarah had managed, with
Ashley's help, to spend most of the evening with Jason Liggett. She was
eagerly anticipating a call from him, and once again threatened Thomas's life
when he mock-innocently offered to call Brandon and see if Jason was planning
to call.

I warned Thomas with a look and he prudently retreated to watch cartoons. I
read the paper while the girls chattered.

"He really seems to be close with his sister these days," Ashley commented.
"He kept talking about her. I didn't think he liked her any more than Thomas
likes you," she added with a grin.

Sarah shrugged, "They're both like totally into soccer."

"Well now I think he's totally into Sarah," Ashley said with a laugh.

"Not too totally, I hope," I commented from behind my paper.

"Oh, Mr. Mallory, I'm sorry," Ashley said with an embarrassed giggle. "I
forgot you were there."

I smiled at her to ease her embarrassment, but the girls quickly gathered up
their food and headed into Sarah's bedroom (a violation of the
no-food-in-the-bedroom rule) where they could talk more freely.

Later, when Thomas and I were getting ready to leave for the soccer field,
Sarah and Ashley asked to come along, Sarah presumably thinking that Jason
might be at the game. But just as we were leaving, Chris hollered out that
Sarah had a call. When she asked who it was and got the answer that it was
Jason, she and Ashley flew off, all thoughts of soccer forgotten. Thomas and
I left for the game with Thomas shaking his head in wonderment at the
weirdness of girls.

When we returned from the soccer game (Heatwave 3, whomever they played 1),
the girls had moved out to the pool.

It was late enough in the fall that, even in Phoenix, it wasn't swimming
weather. Actually, it was warmer than summer in many parts of the country, but
Phoenicians get so used to real heat that most of them won't swim if the temp
drops significantly below a hundred. Today was about eighty. This reminded me
that I had intended to call someone about heating the pool, so we could swim
year-round. I decided to have Reward install it.

So I walked outside to let the girls know that the new heaters had been
installed, in case they wanted to swim. As it was, they were just lying on the
lounges, sunning themselves. What a magnificent sight.

Ashley I've described for you before. Today her slender, willowy body was
encased in a small but reasonably modest black two-piece. The straps of the
top were undone to allow her back to tan without lines as she lay on her
belly, her arms tight against her sides to hide her breasts.

Sarah was kneeling on the deck next to Ashley, leaning over to spread lotion
on her friend's back. Her red bikini bottoms, skimpy enough under any
circumstance, were riding down, revealing much of her crease.

I've mentioned before that my daughter is attractive, but perhaps I should
offer a bit more detail. She has light brown hair that reflects golden
highlights in certain light, lightly tanned skin that also glows with health
and youth. Her face is in the classical mold, with a long straight nose,
wide-set gray eyes, and full lips. She stands about five-six and weighs, at a
guess, about 120 or so. In the previous year she had begun to pass from
adolescence to adulthood, at least physically. Her hips had widened, her
buttocks had rounded, and now, as she turned at the sound of my approach, I
was intensely aware that her breasts had become those of a woman. Her bikini
top showed more breast than it covered, and much more than I had known she
had. The thin material also revealed her largish nipples. Coupled with that
delightfully teasing rear cleavage, even a father could be forgiven for
noticing that she was not just attractive, but extremely desireable.

I cleared my throat, nervous about the reaction I had felt. That's Sarah, you
horny bastard, I said to myself.

I told the girls about the new heaters, and they responded enthusiastically,
Sarah showing no surprise about the fact that there had been no workmen
around. They decided to swim a bit to try things out. I went inside to avoid
staring at my daughter, although as she stood up to walk to the pool, I
couldn't avoid noticing her long, shapely legs.

I quickened my pace into the house, turning around only to see Ashley's
slender body spear into the water in a perfect dive. It wasn't a hot day, but
I needed to cool down.

I grabbed a beer and headed into the family room to watch a college game on
TV. I didn't even know who was playing, but I needed to do something to get
my mind off those perfect bodies outside.

Football wasn't the solution, I found (though that might have been because it
was a crummy game). I wandered to the window and looked out at the pool. The
girls had been swimming for the ten or fifteen minutes I tried to watch
football and now were settling down again on the lounge chairs, their wet
bodies glistening in the sunlight, and their suits clinging to them.

I was hard again. I decided a trip to the Mallory Empire might relieve the
pressure in my crotch.

The Empire, as mentioned, had been prospering and expanding with the conquest
of a few neighboring islands. This of course had brought in more women to
serve as wives and/or slaves for my followers and me. My own household had
increased significantly. The subjects had honored me on the occasion of one
of our victories by presenting me with another wife, a sweet-faced little
thing in her mid-teens whom I knocked up on our wedding night. Three of my
wives were now pregnant, as were a couple of my thirty or so slaves.

Time moved at a different pace in the Empire, of course, since by leaving
Phoenix for fifteen minutes I could spend a month there. Actually, I seldom
spent much more than a week or so at a shot, but enough time had passed that
Parpar, the first of my wives to get pregnant, was now at eight months.

When I first started commuting between the Mallory Empire and the Here and
Now, I would tell people there that I'd be back later. Then I realized that
since time didn't move while I was gone, unless I wanted it to, they never
noticed I was gone. Eventually, I began making the transitions at night,
leaving when everyone was asleep, returning in the morning.

Since I was usually horny when I arrived, I often celebrated my arrival by
waking a wife or slave by sticking my cock in some orifice or the other.

Which is what I did now. As I "awakened", I rose off the mat where I had
spent the night between the very pregnant Parpar and her mother. I looked
around the room at the sleeping bodies to pick out a nice-looking hole. After
a quick scan, I settled on Bonor, the late Shar-El's youngest wife, whom I
had chosen as one of my personal slaves.

At this moment, Bonor was lying mostly on her belly, slightly on her side, in
a corner of the large hut, her delightful little butt poking up due to her
position. As I looked at her, and contemplated the stupidity of never having
gotten around previously to fucking that ass, she shifted and poked it up
further. I took it as a sign.

I walked across the room, settling beside the sleeping girl and stroking the
smooth, tight skin of her butt. I hated to awaken her because she looked so
peaceful and beautiful in her sleep, but then I realized that I could have
Reward keep her asleep. It might be interesting to have someone sleep through
a fuck.

I instructed Reward to keep Bonor asleep, then slipped a finger through the
tight ring of the girl's asshole. She wiggled her ass slightly, whether to
escape the finger or to seat it more deeply I couldn't be sure at first,
though eventually the smile that came to her sleeping face gave me the
answer.

I stroked her asshole slowly with first one finger, then two, as I reached
around her sleeping form to play with her tit. Again her smile and a murmur of
pleasure told me that she was having what was probably one of the more
pleasurable dreams of her life.

I kept up the tit-play and the probing of her rectum for several minutes,
then rolled her over flat on her belly, pulling her legs apart to expose her
butt to me completely. Slowly then I lowered myself onto the sleeping girl,
pushing my cock gently into her virgin butt.

She groaned slightly as the head of my cock opened the resisting tissue, but
then settled down after the head was fully in. Slowly but steadily I pushed
forward into the delicious tightness of her rectum, until my crotch rested
against the firm softness of her cheeks.

I lay motionless on her for a few moments, savoring the always delightful
feeling of penetrating a girl's hole for the first time. Then she stirred
slightly as her dream excited her, and her ass wiggled, urging me on.

I responded, lifting slightly off her to look down at our juncture, my cock
buried deep in her young ass, the tight ring stretched to the max around my
gigantic cock, her beautiful brown cheeks spread wide. I pulled slowly out,
watching my cock pull the inner membrane of her rectum out with it, then
pushing it back in again. I repeated this several times, and Bonor began to
respond to her wet dream, pushing her ass back, begging to be taken by her
master.

After a few slow strokes, I lowered myself down to lie on the dreaming girl
and began to push into her more fiercely. As I pounded down on her virgin
ass, she groaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back. I grabbed her small
tits and squeezed hard on the nipples as I slammed faster into her, then
picked up the pace for a few, final, savage strokes, finally coming with a
series of long spurts into her waiting bowels.

I lay on her a few moments, enjoying the feel of her ass on my deflating cock,
before kissing her, still smiling with her happy dream, and rising off her.

As I arose, I saw that Parpar was now awake and had been watching us. "Did you
enjoy her ass, husband?" she asked with a smile.

"It was very good," I answered, as my wife moved her swollen body to kneel in
front of me to clean off the residue of my fuck with her tongue.

The next couple weeks went nicely in the Empire. My council was doing a good
job of running things with only minimal input from The Great One, which gave
me plenty of time to lie under palm trees, play in the surf, mystify the kids
with magic that was truly magic, and fuck. Pretty much the ideal life.

When I'd been there two weeks, Parpar went into labor, and the village was
gripped by excitement as The Great One's first-born was awaited.

I myself waited outside the hut with some of my friends - the concept of
husbands being present at birth had not caught on in these parts. Parpar was
inside being attended by the village midwife and a few of my other women.
Meanwhile we swapped stories and waited for news.

As we sat, I noticed Kanala sitting alone on a side porch, looking unhappy. I
excused myself and joined her. "Why are you sad, Kanala?"

She turned her big, sad eyes to me. "I'm sorry, husband," she said, tears
starting up. "It's wrong of me. I should be happy that your child is being
born, and happy for Parpar, but I wanted to have your first child, and I'm
still not pregnant." She looked at me more intently. "I want to be a good
wife, and bear you many children."

I remembered my first day in the Empire, the first time I had fucked Kanala,
she had begged me to make her pregnant. Perhaps I should have let her be the
first, since she had been the first to ask.

It also occurred to me that I ought to have a steady stream of pregnant wives
and slaves. I do enjoy pregnant women - I like their shapes and I like the
increased passion they so often seem to exhibit. I decided it might be a good
idea to make one of my women pregnant on perhaps a monthly basis, so I always
had one at various stages to enjoy.

I kissed Kanala and told her I loved her and that she was a good wife and
that I would give her a baby. She threw her arms around me and kissed me
gratefully, asking, "When? When?"

"How about now?" I asked, lowering her to the porch and instructing Reward to
screen out the world.

"Here?" she asked, looking around, seeing people walking by only yards away.

"Remember that you're with The Great One," I said with a laugh. "We can do
anything we please." With that I unhooked her skirt and opened it. She smiled
at me and spread her legs wide. "My husband can always do anything he pleases
with me," she smiled, reaching into her crotch and pulling her pussy lips
wide apart.

I plunged into her pussy with my tongue, spearing it far up her vagina. She
writhed with pleasure as I swabbed the insides of her fuckhole, then began
bucking wildly as I gradually lengthened my tongue. She exploded in orgasm as
it reached into her womb.

When she came down, she kissed me and thanked me, saying, "A wife should ask
for nothing more if she can have that. I'm selfish to ask for babies, too."

We kissed again, then she knelt in front of me and took my cock into her
mouth. She licked the entire length of the cock, up one side and down the
other, pausing to swirl her tongue around the head several times, then sucked
my balls. Then she pushed me down and spread my legs farther apart so she
could spear her tongue into my asshole a few times, before returning her
attention to my cock, now taking it deep into her mouth.

When she had sucked me into prime hardness I pulled her away from me
reluctantly, saying, "That's not the way to get pregnant, Kanala." I lowered
her onto her back, and she pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them as
wide as they would go. "Give me your baby, husband," she whispered huskily.

I placed myself over her and she reached out a hand to guide my huge cock
into her tiny cunt. I remembered back to that first time, when I had taken
her almost like a virgin, she was so tight. Although I had had her many times
since then, I still had to enter her slowly.

Once I was in all the way however, she hugged me tightly to her, wrapping her
arms and legs around me and whispering in my ear, "I feel you all the way
inside me - put your seed there."

She relaxed her hold on me enough to let me begin pumping her, using her feet
to drive my cock into her harder as I built up speed. It took us only a few
minutes to be pounding each other as hard as we could, her cunt driving up at
me as hard as my cock was driving into her. When the spasms began to ripple
through her body, I drove my cock deep into her one more time and dropped my
load of sperm in her womb.

I didn't know where she was in her ovulation cycle, but I told Reward to put a
baby in her.

Parpar presented me with a beautiful little girl that day. I had to remind
myself in my joy that these were, after all, just clones, and that none of
this was happening in the real world.

When I got back to the real world, though, and looked out the window at the
two beautiful girls lying there sunning themselves, I discovered that the two
weeks of fucking I'd done in the last five or six minutes had done nothing to
take the edge off my lust.