My Reward, Ch02 (MC, MF)

We (meaning Reward and I) had arrived back in a built-up area near my home. I
pulled into a convenience store to get a Pepsi (I had been in such a fog that
I'd left my lunch back in the desert). Then I realized that I could have just
asked Reward to give me one. I shrugged -- this was going to take some getting
used to.

As I paid (I asked Reward if he could make me invisible so that I could steal
the Pepsi, and he said he could, but I paid anyway with one of my new
twenties), I saw a teenage couple enter the store. She was a beauty, somewhat
similar to the image of perfection I had chased out of my car, though taller
and a lot bustier (my tastes run to petites). She was dressed in a t-shirt
and jeans. Though she was neat (by teen standards -- which of course allow
for tatteredness) her boyfriend was rather scroungy looking. She appeared to
be about 18, he was probably about 21.

As I went back to my car, I watched them through the window. He went to the
beer cooler.

"How do I get her?" I asked Reward as I sipped my drink.

"Just ask."

"But what about him?" I asked. "Isn't there going to be trouble if she just
gets in my car?" I was still feeling my way with this.

I knew the answer before Reward said it. "You can make him forget her."

I reflected that the girl's mother would probably thank me if I made her
forget him. Then I laughed. She wouldn't thank me for anything else I was
thinking about.

I told Reward to get her for me. At that moment, they had been walking toward
the checkout counter, him carrying a 12-pack of Bud. As he stepped into line,
she walked on through the door toward my car. He merely glanced at her as a
guy would at any pretty girl. I shoved the $9,980 under the seat.

She opened the car door and sat down beside me, giving me a lovely smile.

"Hi," she said, reaching out to shake hands. "My name's Lisa. I just decided I
don't like my boyfriend any more. Can I come with you?"

She said this like it was the most ordinary sentence she had ever uttered.

"Sure," I replied, shaking her hand. "I was just going home."

"Great," she answered, settling into the seat as we drove off. I noticed her
ex-boyfriend getting into his car without a glance in our direction. "What's
your name?"

On the way to my house, just a few blocks away, she told me about herself. I
realized after a few moments that I wanted her to do this, but hadn't asked.
Reward was still doing some anticipating, I realized, but it was of a low-key
kind that I didn't mind.

She said she had just graduated from the public high school nearby, and that
she had turned eighteen the previous week ("good," I thought, "not jailbail",
then realized it didn't matter). The boyfriend was a guy she had met at a
party a couple weeks ago. They were on their way to another small party at a
friend's house.

"I haven't had sex with him yet," she said, blushing slightly. I was shocked
at her words. Then I remembered that she was just telling me what I wanted to
know, and I could see by looking at her that she was more surprised than I
was that she'd said something like that to a stranger. But she went on. "I'm
sure he thought he was going to get me into bed today, but he wouldn't have.
I've only had sex with one guy, my old boyfriend, and only a couple times
with him -- then he got real demanding, he started wanting it all the time,
and he wanted me to suck him. I don't like that."

I just nodded a couple times to show I was listening. What I was thinking
about was that this was amazing. Anybody would tell me anything I wanted to
know. My kids, my wife, my business partners, my clients. Interesting
possibilities.

We got to my house. Like I said, it's a nice house in a nice subdivision. Four
bedrooms, about 2500 square feet, all on one level. Fake stucco and red-orange
tile roof, as is so popular in Phoenix. A fair sized yard and pool. A standard
upper-middle class home.

I looked at it with new eyes. Maybe I should get a mansion on Camelback
Mountain. But I decided to think about that later. All the way home, as I
listened to Lisa, I had kept looking over at her and thinking.

Well, you know what I was thinking, and as I pulled into the garage, I
started thinking about it more. After I parked, I turned to Lisa and said . .
. . Actually, I didn't say anything, because when I turned to her I was
momentarily speechless. I was 50 years old, and I was about to bring a
beautiful 18-year-old into my house to fuck her. I hadn't done anything like
this in twenty years -- I'd forgotten how.

I stammered a bit, as she looked at me with a patient, somewhat bemused,
expression. Then I remembered to ask Reward to help me out. I suggested we go
inside, and she followed me. As we did I quickly made up a scenario -- I
asked Reward to make her think I was the handsomest, sexiest guy she had ever
met, that she had fallen in love at first sight, but that she thought I
thought of her just as a friend, so she needed to do something to get me
interested in her sexually. When Reward told me he understood, as we entered
the family room, I said "Lisa, why don't we check the TV, I think the Suns
are playing."

"That's a great idea, Tom," she said, flashing a smile that lit the whole
room.

I was so disoriented, I didn't remember until I turned on the TV that the Suns
had been eliminated the weekend before. But neither of us cared. I could have
told her that I wanted to show her my crematorium and she would have said,
"That's a great idea, Tom," or something like it.

As we crossed the family room, I noticed that her hips, encased in
sausage-tight jeans, swayed a bit more than they had at the convenience
store. She chose a spot in the middle of the couch, so that I'd have to sit
next to her. Darn.

To make things more interesting, I sat in the corner of the couch as far from
her as possible, and picked up the remote. I found a documentary on Hitler on
the Learning Channel (what would educational channels do without Adolf?)

"Are you interested in history, Lisa?"

"A little bit," she answered, obviously lying.

"I'm fascinated by it," I said. Which was true -- though I've about had my
fill of Hitler documentaries.

"One of the things I like about older men is that they're so much more serious
than guys my age."

I grinned at her. I was loving this.

She moved a bit closer to me. She also leaned a bit. Her top was not
terrifically low-cut, but the leaning showed a bit of cleavage.

"I'm really glad you invited me here, Tom, so we can get to know each other
better."

"You know," I replied, turning away from the TV, "I think that's a good idea,
too."

Her face lit up. "Do you really?" she asked excitedly. "You probably think
girls my age are stupid and immature, but I think if you get to know me
you'll find that's not true."

She moved a bit closer, so our legs were touching.

"I don't think you're immature at all," I answered gallantly (while subtly
avoiding committing myself on the "stupid" part).

"Really?" she asked. She put her hand on mine, which happened to be resting on
the upper part of my thigh. "I think we could become very special to one
another, if we gave ourselves the chance."

It was amazing -- her dialog was straight out of the romance novels that were
probably her favorite reading. But I didn't care, I was having a great time.
And now that the preliminaries were out of the way I had recovered some of my
self-confidence. Long-lost memories about how this sort of thing was handled
flooded back. I leaned slightly toward her and we kissed softly, just lips.

"Oh, Tom," she sighed as our lips parted and she put her head on my shoulder,
"I was hoping you felt that way toward me. I fell in love with you the minute
I saw you at the store. I've never felt this way before."

I turned her face toward me and kissed her again. She opened her mouth
submissively to allow my tongue to enter. She held back her tongue for a
moment, then gently we touched tips.

She sighed deeply as she broke off the kiss, repeating my name over and over,
then kissing my neck and licking at my ears. Her free hand began rubbing my
crotch.

She took her tongue out of my ear to softly say "Tom, I know you're going to
think I'm a terrible person, acting like this with a guy I've just met. I've
never done this sort of thing before, really, but I've never felt this way
about anybody."

I had to say something, so I said "I love you too, Lisa." As Juliet says in
Romeo and Juliet: "At lover's lies they say Jove laughs." Or something like
that.

She melted. There's no other word for it. She sighed deeply and leaned back
against the cushions in a posture that said "take me" loud and clear.

So I did.

I leaned forward and kissed her, grasping one of her breasts. It was even
bigger than I had thought, but firm. I wasn't particularly gentle with her.
I'd been thinking about sex for the last hour or so and was pretty horny. I
just wanted to fuck without a lot of preliminaries. There'd be time for
gentler stuff later.

I felt a little guilty about taking that approach toward sex though. I'm not a
terribly selfish lover usually, so I instructed Reward to make sure her sexual
mood matched mine. Instantly she heated up and began breathing hard, her hand
rubbing my crotch with urgency.

I squeezed her breast harder, then began pulling her t-shirt out of her
jeans. She helped me pull it off, then unclasped her own bra, setting loose
two of the biggest firm and real tits I've ever seen. I'm no expert on bra
sizes, but she was at least a D, maybe DD, with very little sag. Her nipples
were large and were sticking straight out. She rubbed her tits and touched
the nipples, shivering slightly as she did. They looked sensitive.

"Most guys really like my boobs," she said in classic understatement. "I
really hope you do."

"I love them," I said, proving it by taking one in each hand, and then
clasping my mouth firmly on the right one. I sucked like a vacuum cleaner and
she yelped in delight. Then I sucked the left one, meanwhile unbuttoning her
pants. I wasn't forgetting my goal -- I wasn't here to suck tits, however
large, I was here to fuck.

She leaned back to let me get at the button and zipper, then lifted her ass
to help me pull them down. She was in as big a hurry as I was. As soon as her
pants were off I ran my hands down her long, strong legs, then up to the
crotch of her panties.

I felt her pussy through the white satin fabric, already soaked in her juices.
"You're ready, aren't you?" I said.

"Totally ready," she answered, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them and my
underwear down at the same time. My cock sprang out at her and she grabbed it
and had it in her mouth in one motion.

She sucked hard, though not expertly, and played with my balls with one hand,
while she fondled my ass with the other. Meanwhile I took off my shirt. It
wasn't the worst blowjob I've ever had (most of my wife's are worse), but
again, I wasn't interested in blowjobs at the moment.

When my shirt was off I pushed her back gently on the couch, pulled off her
panties, and spread her legs open. She opened them wide and I looked down into
her pussy. It was a nice one, somewhat smaller than I would have expected,
considering her overall dimensions. It was framed in a neatly trimmed bush,
obviously prepared for a summer of fairly scanty bikinis. The lips gaped open
slightly, showing a deep pinkness inside.

I opened it with both hands, catching her aroma -- a pleasant, clean one. I
gave her a few perfunctory licks, and she shuddered as I stroked her clit
with my tongue. But she wanted the same thing I did. "Fuck me, Tom," she said
huskily. "Come on, fuck me now."

That was exactly my intention. I got up over her, positioning my cock. She
moved her hips to help it enter, and then I was in. Eager as I was, I was
able to enter her slowly for the first stroke, then a little faster for the
second. Her hips rose to me eagerly and her legs wrapped around me.

On the third stroke she began to whimper and said a single word, "Harder."
Her feet on my ass urged me on, and now she added her hands. Each grabbed a
buttock and pulled it toward her, as her hips rose up.

I needed no more urging. I rose up and began to pound down as hard and fast
as I could. We were not making love, we were fucking. We were animals in
heat. I slammed into her harder and harder and she pulled at me, trying to
get more of me into her.

This kind of pace wasn't meant for a distance event. This was a sprint and we
were done in probably two or three minutes. She came with a howl of lust and
then a few seconds later I groaned and shot my load, three or four hard
blasts, then a gradual diminution, as I collapsed on top of her.

We laid there for a long time, trying just to come down off our highs and get
our breathing back to normal.

I hadn't fucked like that in years -- practically no foreplay, just stick my
cock in and rut like an animal. I didn't think I'd like to do it all the
time, but it was actually kind of fun. I decided I'd make it a part of my
repertoire.

But I also figured after a fuck like that it was going to be quite a while
before I was ready to go again. My momentary sadness at this thought -- that
I was laying on top of a gorgeous red-hot teenager who would be eager for
another round in just a few seconds and for yet another soon after that,
while I would be good for maybe one more go today and not even that for about
an hour -- was relieved when I remembered Reward.

"Reward," I said silently, "I want to be able to have sex as often as I want.
No shortage of sperm, no recovery time, no chapping of the cock from too much
friction ... no problems of any kind. If I want to fuck a girl ten times in a
row, I can. Okay?"

He assured me there would be no problem.

I got off Lisa and took her gently by the hand, to lead her into the bedroom.
After the way I had used her, she deserved a little romance.

On the way down the hall, I had an idea. I asked Reward to read Lisa's mind
and redesign the bedroom in a style that she'd think was tremendously
romantic.

A second later, when we'd reached the master bedroom, it had been turned into
something that I find difficult to describe. I don't know furniture styles,
but I think this was something approximating French Provincial (or French
something) -- white paint, lots of gilt, lots of filigrees. Mirrors
everywhere in heavily gilded frames. All the upholstery, curtains, and linens
in red, white, and pink. The main feature was a huge, incredibly high (there
was a step -- actually two -- on the side) canopy bed, very overstuffed, with
white coverlets, a red canopy, and pink sheer curtains to enclose it.

Reward had outdone himself. Lisa gasped in amazement when she saw the room,
and squealed, "Oh, this is sooo gorgeous! I love it." Then she saw the bed.
"Look at that bed. Oh Tom, it's so exciting. I want to be in that bed with
you right now." She almost ran to it, dragging me along.

She was up the steps and lying back with her legs spread on the overstuffed
mattress when I got there. She put her arms out and pulled me down for a long,
deep kiss. When I emerged from the kiss I told her "You're a wonderful lover,
Lisa." She blushed with pleasure and gave me another kiss as a thank you.

I decided that now was a good time to give her tits the attention they
deserved.

I think I mentioned that I prefer petite girls. That's certainly true, but
Lisa's breasts were something special. I don't like big, floppy tits (as
Lisa's would probably be in a few years), and I absolutely despise fake tits.
But Lisa's were definitely real, and definitely firm. I played with them for
a few minutes, kneading them like dough, sucking them, flicking my tongue
across her sensitive nipples, pushing the tits together, then pulling them
apart, squeezing them, lightly biting the nipples. Her tits were like a
playground for me.

She was loving it, too. It was obvious that her tits, especially the nipples,
were very sensitive. Finally, I tried something I'd seen in porn movies. I sat
on her belly, grabbed her tits, and laid my cock between them. She saw what I
was doing and squeezed her tits together to make a tight hole through which I
fucked.

I didn't enjoy it all that much, and I would have stopped after a minute or
two (I had just wanted to try it out of curiosity), except that it was
quickly obvious that she loved it. She breathed deeper and then moved her
head forward to try to catch my cock in her mouth as I fucked forward. I
reached back and put a finger in her cunt and fucked her cunt with the same
motion as I was fucking her tits.

She couldn't quite get my cock in her mouth, so she put out her tongue and
gave it a swipe each time I pushed forward. That was enough to do me in, and
I soon came, shooting a load of sperm across her face. She caught much of it
in her mouth, but a lot landed on her nose, her eyes, and the last dribbles
on her chin.

She was delighted. She laughed as she licked up my come. "Wow, that was cool.
I've always wanted to do that." She pulled a gob of come out of one eye and
licked it from her finger. "I bet I'm a mess," she said.

"A beautiful mess," I replied. "Thank you."

"Thank you," she said. "Do you think we could take a bath?"

I got off the bed (I slid off the side, it was too high to just step out) then
offered my hand to help her down. As we walked to the bathroom, I instructed
Reward to redesign our bathroom in the style I was thinking of.

When we entered the bathroom, it was decorated in the same style as the
bedroom, since I knew that would please Lisa (it did), but it also included a
decidedly non-French Provincial bathtub/whirlpool built for two.

As Lisa oohed and ahhed over the décor, I filled the tub. She looked in the
mirror and saw that there was still some come on one cheek. She took it off
with a finger, then offered it to me. I had never tasted come, but I was
willing to try. Not bad -- I'm not likely to make a steady diet of it, but it
was okay. Then we kissed a bit more, while it finished filling.

We settled into the warm water gratefully. We had just had two wild fucks and
we were both ready to relax. Lisa leaned against me while I turned on the
jets for the whirlpool. She gave me a small kiss and then spoke softly into
my ear. "You know I said I like older men. I really mean it -- you've exposed
me to more new things already than all my other boyfriends ever did. Thank
you."

I was really rather touched, and said so. Then we just cuddled and let the
water flow around us.

We fell asleep for a while, warm, comfortable, and satiated. When I awoke (it
probably wasn't more than fifteen or twenty minutes) it was because the water
was beginning to cool down. Lisa was sleeping on my chest. I tried to turn on
the hot water without disturbing her, but the movement woke her up.

"You know," she said, "I was dreaming about this, but now I know it's real
again. How cool."

I wasn't sure whether "real" was the right word for what was going on, but
"cool" definitely was.

We just luxuriated in the water for a few minutes as it warmed up again, then
we grabbed soap and washcloths to wash away the sweat and other detritus of
two hard fucks.

We washed each other fairly seriously for a few minutes, but it was
inevitable that it would turn into foreplay. As I washed her tits, I could
see she was getting aroused. So I suggested that she wash me for a while. She
did so, paying extra attention to ensure that I had the cleanest dick in
town.

Then I suggested that she get up on the ledge of the bathtub (it had an
extra-wide cushioned ledge on the two wall sides). She did so, spreading her
legs open expectantly, inviting me to work on her pussy. The first time we
fucked, I had given her a low-grade tongue job, but now I planned on doing
the job right. But first, since we were still pretending to be washing each
other, I went to work on her with the washcloth.

I soaped it up well, then washed the inside of each thigh, stroking back and
forth several times. Then I did the same to her flat, hard belly, working
downward almost to her slit. Finally, I did as much of her ass as was
available. She arched forward, so that I could get at her anus, and I soaped
that thoroughly. This was an unexpected bonus, as I used the soap to get my
finger in her asshole. She gasped as my finger entered, and shoved her hips
forward to drive my finger in deeper. It was obvious that she was sensitive
here, and I knew I'd be buttfucking her before the night was over.

But for now my goal was to give her pussy a thrill, so I reluctantly
abandoned her ass and moved my washcloth closer and closer to her cunt. I
returned briefly to her inner thighs and she groaned in disappointment. I
washed her belly, then again moved down till I just touched the top of her
slit. With her legs spread wide already, now she lifted her feet out of the
water and put them on the ledge, spreading her legs still wider. I could see
her clit already poking out in anticipation.

I brought the washcloth still closer, washing the edges of her gaping cunt. I
brought it down to the bottom, returning briefly to her asshole, them bringing
the rough cloth up to the bottom of her cunt. Then again around the edges.

Finally, I brought the cloth into her cunt, across the outer labia, and she
shivered with anticipation. I began to run the washcloth gently across her
cunt, still avoiding the clit. She squirmed and moaned softly, trying to get
some action for her clit, and at last I relented, running the washcloth
softly across it.

I was afraid a rough washcloth, even a soapy one, might irritate the clit, so
I just gave it a touch, but that was all she needed, after all the build-up.
She shivered again, and moaned long and low. I don't know if she came, but
she was certainly enjoying the heck out of the experience.

I used the spray nozzle, set to pulse, to rinse her cunt out, causing more
little yelps of passion, then dug right in. I figured there had been enough
teasing, so after a single tour around the edges, I made a point of my tongue
and put it right up her fuckhole. All her breath seemed to run out of her, and
she just said "Yes!", as she put her hands on each of my ears to make sure I
couldn't escape.

I wasn't going anywhere, however, although I left her cunt for a few seconds
to use my tongue to tickle her anus. She squirmed and mewled with pleasure,
sliding down lower on her back to let me get at her asshole more easily.
After a minute or so, I tired of that and went back to her cunt. As my tongue
returned to her vagina, she was nearly helpless with lust. She could no
longer support her arms to hold onto my head, and she just sat there, propped
slackly against the wall, and whimpered as I licked her.

At last I turned my attention to her clit. I caught it between my lips and
sucked it into my mouth, then flicked it again and again with the tip of my
tongue.

That did it for her. She came hard, stiffening and grabbing my head, pulling
me into her cunt so tight that I thought I was going to suffocate. She held
me like that for what seemed like minutes as tremor after tremor ran through
her body. Meanwhile I held tight to her clit, sucking and driving her ever
wilder.

Eventually, she had to come down, and she did so figuratively and literally.
I was afraid she might hurt herself, falling into the tub, so as she
collapsed and began to slide into the tub, I helped her ease down into the
water.

She leaned her head on my shoulder as she recovered, finally kissing me on the
cheek and saying, "I didn't know it could be like that. Promise you'll do that
again for me, and I'll promise to do anything, absolutely anything, you want."

I told her I'd hold her to that.

We got out of the tub and dried ourselves off. She saw the erection I had
gained from sucking her, and asked if I wanted a blowjob.

"I thought you don't like to suck cock?" I asked.

"That was him," she said, coming close and putting one arm around my neck for
a kiss, and grabbing my cock with the other hand. "For you, it's different."

I appreciated the sentiment, but I remembered the poor quality of the suck
she had given me earlier. I supposed I could have Reward teach her how to
suck cock, but I decided I had a better place to use this erection.

Instead of answering her, I just kissed her and guided her back into the
bedroom. As we got back up on the bed, we embraced for a few minutes and I
again sucked her tits and played with her pussy. I realized I didn't have any
K-Y jelly, so I just told Reward to lubricate her ass for me. When she was
well aroused again, I told her to raise her legs all the way up to her tits
and spread them wide.

She did, and I began licking and poking at her asshole with my tongue. She
groaned with pleasure, and then realized what I was going to do. "Are you
going to do me in the ass?" she asked, obviously scared.

"Yes," I answered, "but don't worry. It will hurt a bit going in, but then
you'll love it." I then told Reward to make what I was saying true, and to
make her trust me.

She still looked dubious, but she said, "I told you I'd do anything for you,
and I will. Please go easy." With that she reached out to both buttocks, and
pulled her cheeks apart as far as they'd go.

The lovely little hole in the center of her shapely ass gaped open just
slightly. I told her to relax her muscles as much as possible, then I put my
cockhead at the entrance. I pushed forward slowly, opening the puckered hole
just a little. She was thoroughly lubricated -- I wondered if she wondered
where the lubrication came from.

I reached down to where she was holding her ass cheeks open and took one of
her hands in mine. "Relax," I said softly, and she did so, letting a little
more of my cock in.

When the full head was in, a quick intake of breath told me that it hurt, so
I paused while the sphincter adjusted to me. Then again I pushed forward a
little. Now the going was easier, since she was more adjusted and beginning
to relax more. Still I went forward slowly.

After what seemed to me an eternity, because I wanted so badly to just ram
forward into this beautiful ass, I was all the way in. "How do you feel?" I
asked.

"Full," was her reply, laughing slightly. "It hurt at first, but now it's
okay. I just feel so ... full." She touched my cheek. "Thank you for going so
slow. Go ahead and fuck me for real now."

I pulled my cock most of the way out, still slowly, then pushed back in, just
a little faster. I repeated this two or three times, pushing a little harder
each time. Then I told her to play with her pussy. She pulled it open and
played with her clit, then stuck a finger from her other hand deep in her
hole.

I stood up on my knees and looked at the gorgeous sight. A beautiful 18 year
old girl with large shapely tits lay before me, her knees pulled all the way
up and splayed to the sides, her two hands stuck in her gaping wet cunt, one
rubbing her clit, while she fucked herself furiously with the other hand.
Meanwhile, she was urging me onward as I fucked her virgin ass. I grabbed her
tits and squeezed, then rubbed her nipples with my thumbs as I continued to
squeeze.

I pushed forward harder and now she began to push her ass back against me. She
was finally beginning to get into it. I picked up the pace and began to fuck
with full power. She called out my name, took her hands out of her cunt and
pulled me down to her. I laid on top of her and kissed her hard while I kept
pounding.

Finally I knew we were both coming and I began slamming her ass as hard as I
could. She groaned and trembled from head to foot, then stiffened as my cock
released its load in her butt.

Again we rested for awhile, both exhausted by our afternoon's exertions. By
now, in fact, it was early evening, and it wasn't long before both of us
noticed that we had a hunger for something other than each other's bodies.