The game

The three of them, who become known affectionately as 'The Trio', were inseparable after that. The amount of sex did actually go down, as while they all enjoyed fucking each other (after I added Melissa to the 'anytime, anywhere' rule) they still remembered the fight that had led to things. They were going all over town together (as much as could be gotten to by public transit) and having a grand time. And yes, fucking all over town too at times; at one point they even showed up in the background of a local news story. Beth was annoyed to find out her daughter wasn't 'just too hetero' but just didn't want to fuck with her mom. Turned out that Beth had accented removed ALL of Melissa's societal inhibitions about sex, not just the ones related to ****; what had held her back so long was just not wanting to get between her friends. I would say it all worked out, though we got together and tweaked things a bit to prevent future issues. The trio tended to rotate houses, moving between Thomas' room, Elizabeth's room, and Melissa's room for sleeping/fucking in throughout the week. It got so annoying hauling clothing around that I gave all three a magic dresser that was in 3 places at once and whomever opened it could access their clothing.

Melissa had signed up for UT San Antonio with the goal of not living at home, but now she regretted it. She didn't have any academic reasons for going, and between her new relationship and her mom moving away, which had been decided after she had picked her college, she was trying to see if she could shift over to UT Austin with Thomas. Beth made sure this was what she really wanted; that she wouldn't regret things if they didn't work out with Thomas and Elizabeth, but she was sure. So Beth arranged a very unusual mid-summer campus switch. Elizabeth was a bit jealous; she needed to stay at Concordia as she had picked it for a specific program, but they were all happy to be in the area. I didn't mention that I had some fun surprises planned for the start of the school year.

Charlie was becoming more and more distant toward me, and I was becoming concerned that our marriage might really be heading toward the rocks. I'm sure the constant sex with Sharon, Beth, and sometimes random women in front of her was not helping, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Even if she couldn't really mind the sex itself, the time I was spending with others rather than with her still generated a reaction. As Beth pointed out, I had the power to fix things, whether by altering things further so she really didn't mind or including her, but I held off. I had broken many of the rules I had set out when I got my abilities. Not interfering with Charlie beyond making her oblivious (which was already a bend from where that had started) was the last rule remaining unbroken. I don't know why I stuck on that one, but I did.

As for Sarah... Most of the time she was silent, sullen, and withdrawn, ignoring all of us and filling the whole house with ice, when she wasn't out fucking her boyfriend and his family (and purposefully not me) till all hours. When she did speak up it was mostly nasty and sarcastic. She was not happy to have an older car and she did not spare letting us know about the source of her annoyance. She still hadn't spoken to Ashley since their blowup; I was worried that friendship might become unsalvageable. The car became a hot issue again on a Friday a few weeks after the trio got together, when I got a call from Sarah toward the end of the day telling me that it had wouldn't start (I hadn't bothered with work that day, so I wasn't in my office or she probably would have found me there) and she couldn't get to the mall. Obviously, I could have fixed the car immediately, but I didn't feel like it after how she had been acting, especially since she made a point during the call to blame me for the car being old or this wouldn't have happened. "Call AAA," I told her. "If they can't get it to start, they can tow it to a garage."

"But then I won't have a car!" she wailed, apparently missing the irony in her statement. "I'm supposed to go get an outfit for the game tonight," she added. There was a special off season game being held tonight, one of the only things other than the car she had talked about for the last few weeks. "Aren't you the one who said the car was bad. For weeks now?" I replied acerbically. "But but..." she replied. "How am I supposed to get to the game tonight? It's the midsummer cup!!! Jason and Natalie will be playing," she protested (it was a mixed exhibition game). "Thomas will probably want to go too. I can drive you both," I replied. Sarah was apoplectic at that; this would be the first time she would be seeing a ton of people since graduation and showing up in her dad's car was a horror worse than showing up in a used one. I told her to call AAA and we could talk later, then turned back to what I had been doing before she called, namely fucking a hot housewife and her daughter in the middle of the mall.

When I got home, Sarah was at her bitchiest. Her car was in the shop, AAA not having been able to get it going since the issue was the hybrid battery needed replacement. Throughout the meal, we were treated to a steady stream of comments on the general theme of 'if you had bought me a decent car, instead of an old junker, this wouldn't have happened.' Even Charlie couldn't take this anymore; she had been largely staying away from all this trying to let Sarah calm down. "Okay, Sarah, we get the point. Now drop it," she said archly. Both of the kids knew not to challenge her if she took that tone, which she did only very rarely, and Sarah sullenly turned back to her food.

"Well, as I said earlier, I could take you there if you want. Thomas might enjoy it, too," I added. He was at my other house for dinner tonight, so I pulled out my phone and texted him. He was keen to come initially; Elizabeth and Melissa begged off, planning to have fun together alone tonight. I could almost feel the hesitation in Thomas' next text messages, but he tore himself away from the promise of sex, since it was going to be the only local game of the summer. I could see Sarah asking herself if missing the game or being taken there by my father with her bother along for the ride was worse, but she grudgingly decided to go after all. I was surprised; I had expected both of them to beg off. I was actually already going to be there, as Tom O'Malley accompanying Ashley. I had gotten much more used to the cloning thing and hadn't seen Ashley much this summer, so when she asked if I could make it into town I acquiesced. I wasn't terribly gung ho about seeing the game twice (or really once, which is why I had been going via clone to begin with), but I was committed.

Sarah of course ditched Thomas and me as soon as we got to the game, meeting up with some people near the entrance. I heard them talking about how she had come with her dad and where was this car she talked about. The way they seemed to be teasing her about made me realize that maybe there was something more going on with all this; the group definitely didn't look like good kids based on my three second appraisal. Thomas and I grabbed some random seats, which turned out to be a few rows from Tom O'Malley and Ashley. Ashley saw us and waved. Thankfully, she didn't bring her date over to introduce him, as I tried not to interact with myself when cloned as it was both very awkward and gave me a roaring headache when I recombined.

It had been a 'fun' trip to Austin for Tom O'Malley. Ashley had finally told her parents about her relationship with Tom, and they did little to hide their disapproval, of her older secret boyfriend (probably suspecting some things she didn't tell them). She had patiently and calmly persisted in declaring her love for Tom, and eventually they had to come around, at least to some extent, agreeing to meet me. I met them for the first time as Tom this evening when I had picked up Ashley for dinner before the game; the entire introduction was awkward, as they had stared me down, peppering me with questions, and I had to make sure I didn't say anything that gave away my already knowing them in my other life. They had at least been reassured to see that I was pleasant and polite and were able to **** themselves to smile and wave pleasantly as we left. I doubted they really liked me at this point, but they were willing to be civil for Ashley's sake (although my hand still hurt from a VERY firm handshake from her dad). Ashley loved not having to hide anymore, and also that she could show me off at a party. I had met a number of her friends, who were glad to finally meet 'the mysterious boyfriend'.

The game itself was kinda boring. It consisted of one very talented team (ours) and one not, which led to totally predictable defenses that concentrated on avoiding mistakes rather than creating opportunities, while we swamped them. As an exhibition match between colleges, it was boring. By halftime, I was more than ready to get up and walk around, find a parent or two I knew, and chat or fuck, anything for a break from the game. I was having a much better time with Ashley, in that I wasn't really watching the game as we talked, so on that side it was a pleasant evening out.

Ashley got up to visit the ladies room at halftime, leaving Tom O'Malley alone. Sarah, having lost her entourage for now, pretended to have just seen me and waved, calling out my name, then wandered casually over. I greeted her coolly, as our last interaction had involved her trying to get me to cheat on Ashley with her. At the time I had been sure it was a misunderstanding, but after what I had seen of her as her father this summer, I was less sure. "I can tell by your voice that Ashley's been telling you what a bitch I am," she commented. "Want to hear my side of it?" I looked at her like she had two heads. "Why?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. "Look, I'm sure Ashley will be back in a bit. If you two want to talk, go ahead. But I am not getting int the middle of this." Sarah put on an exaggerated put-upon face, while also leaning over and pressing her boobs together in a cheesecake maneuver to attract my attention; it looked so fake I had to stop from laughing. "Give me a call, or let's meet somewhere. Let me tell you my side of it." Of course I knew her side, but she didn't know that. Her plan was obvious and disappointing: meet me somewhere, play off her abundant charms, get me in the sack. This time I was angry. "I don't care about your side of the story, Sarah. Last time I was willing to think you thought Ashley gave you permission since we were all together at the house, but you've barely been speaking all summer and I know for damn sure she didn't give you permission this time. Let me make this crystal clear: I'm not interested." I sat down and watched the her mouth working furiously as I refused to even look at her offered charms, focusing instead on the field where absolutely nothing was going on. I heard her storm off.

When Ashley came back I didn't mention anything. I pretty much figured that friendship was over, but I didn't want to ruin her night; I could tell her later. The game was resuming, and while Thomas was somewhat interested (although more in watching Jason and Natalie play), his father was bored again. "Wouldn't it be cool if the cheerleaders weren't wearing panties?" I thought idly as I watched a line of nubile babes do the splits in mid-air, touching their toes with her outstretched hands. As the cheerleaders did their next routine, which involved much more jumping because I wanted it too, the audience gasped as a collection of attractive young pussies were revealed, unnoticed by those revealing them. I didn't let anyone object or leave (except any kids, they has suddenly gotten the urge to go play elsewhere and no one would be worried before I did this), but I didn't make them oblivious either. Ashley actually reached up and covered Tom's eyes in a very funny moment of shocked jealousy, which made him confused since he hadn't even noticed, absorbed as he was in talking to her. The men in the crowd cheered, although some thought better of it after a second and tried to make it sound like a jeer as they remembered who was with them. School officials or parents of the cheerleaders were outraged, and would have run out onto the field to stop things if I hadn't made them sit still; there was much screaming but no actual action.

I checked out all the pussies on display as the cheerleaders continued their routine oblivious to their state, seeing a variety of shaven and unshaven pussies in all kinds of shapes and colors. I froze them in mid aerial split, legs open a full 180 degrees, pussy maximally spread for my viewing pleasure, evaluating them all carefully, looking for the best pussy. The blonde second on the right was my choice for best pussy, her pick core central to her tight, clean shaven crotch. Having reached that conclusion, I allowed the cheerleaders to unfreeze and return to earth. I wasn't done, though; if the game wasn't going be fun, I would make it fun. The visiting team was getting a penalty kick from the sidelines, a female player holding the ball for a male kicker. She was bent over, her ass facing her teammate. He ran in, but instead of kicking the ball his pants somehow spontaneously ripped off cleanly, exposing his hard dick, which rammed directly into the other player from behind to the hilt, her own shorts somehow spontaneously unraveling at the lightest touch of his hard dick on her crotch to give him a clear and unobstructed penetration route. She shrieked and threw the ball randomly out into the field as he began pounding her, driving her face into the turf. The referees, uncertain what to do and unable to take any action outside judging the play, finally settled on calling it a handball by the female player. As the two players continued coupling, the refs were only able to argue amongst themselves about if this behavior constituted unsportsmanlike conduct, or perhaps a forfeit, since they were fucking rather than fielding the ball. The coach tried to make a substitution, but since the players wouldn't walk off the field the refs wouldn't allow it.

In the name of sportsmanship I decided to involve the rest of both teams. Each player on one team ran at a member of the other team, pulling their clothes off in ripped streaks and tackling their lovers to the ground, tatters flying everywhere as the fucked heard on the field. Brain and Natalie got each other, since 2 players on the other side were already busy. Several cheerleaders were also tackled, as the teams had uneven numbers of men and women. The refs threw up their hands, declaring the game uncontrollable. The fans urged on their teams, suddenly way more enthusiastic then they had been during the actual game. The cheerleaders who had not been thrown down and ravished began to lead a chat, dancing around their rutting comrades: "Fuck 'em hard! Fuck 'em hard! RRReeeaaalll hard!!!" The players from the sidelines rushed out toward each other too, embracing passionately as they met in the middle of the field, entangling with the players already there in a huge sex pileup. The remaining cheerleaders were grabbed too, so the chanting became interspersed with moaning as players from both sides began banging them while they tried to keep going. There were also a few gay and one lesbian couple on the field; I hadn't done anything so those were according to their own preference.

I wanted in, and I decided to try something new. I teleported Thomas into the middle of Elizabeth and Melissa's play session, the last couple minutes forgotten, where they swiftly incorporated their boyfriend into their lovemaking without a comment about him suddenly appearing there naked and already hard, then I hooked myself up to the bodies of every other guy at the game, and had everyone begin fucking all the women in the stadium, any old folks in the crowd suddenly young again. It was as if I was engaged in roughly fifteen hundred simultaneous sex acts. This wasn't cloning and having a bunch of memories from all different perspective later, this was all at once. It was marvelous; I was fucking and sucking hundreds of women, being sucked and fucked. I was fucking middle-aged women and teenagers, mothers and teachers, any spare cheerleaders. I was fondling and fucking and sucking tits that were big and small, firm and saggy, I was fucking mouths, cunts, asses, and tits. I was boyfriends fucking girlfriends, brothers fucking sisters, sons fucking mothers, teachers fucking students. I was everybody fucking everybody. I was fucking Ashley's pussy as Tom O'Malley (this would give me a headache later; never experience things from your own clone then absorb the memory later, it causes huge vertigo), I was in Sarah's ass as some random stranger who had been sitting in front of her, I was Elliot from class 304 burying my thick black cock in the ass of my nemesis, Mrs. Jameson, who was suddenly a tight 25 year old instead the old 85 year old crone who wouldn't retire and still thought black people shouldn't be in her classroom. I was some kid named Jason, just turned 18, sticking it to my Milf mother, the brother of hot Asian Mindy experiencing his first blowjob. I headed down to the field and used my own body to fuck the second cheerleader from the right, whom I had had all the players ignore.

Second from the right turned out to be a 5', 90 lb bundle of fuck, her hands on her clean shaven cunt as she was instantly on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Her face, sprinkled lightly with freckles across the bridge of a small snub nose, looked up at me as her mouth stretched around my girth, her tongue licking the head of my cock a couple times as I came out before wrapping itself around the staff and pulling the whole thing inside her again. Her light green eyes were shining with excitement and her blonde ponytail wiggling wildly as her head bobbed back and forth. "Do you want to cum in my mouth, or would you rather fuck me?" she asked after a minute, pulling off me and smiling. "I'm going to cum in your mouth now, and then I'm going to fuck you," I answered, shoving her back down on me. She responded by energetically sucking again, and it only took a second before I grabbed her head, pulling forward all the way onto me. "I want you to take it all," I yelled, as I came, not just myself, but every guy I was inhabiting almost all at once. As Jason, I came into the pussy of my mother, Cathy as she screamed in pleasure. Sarah got random stranger's spunk up her ass, hard, as Mindy got a facefull of her brother, and Mrs. Jameson screamed about how much she loved the huge black dick in her ass as it filled her. Ashley got showered by Tom's cum and loved it. My cock pushed down into second from the right's throat as she tried to take all of it, my spunk shooting down her throat, as all over the stadium I experienced men filling mouths, asses, cunts, or covering breasts, faces, or asses with cum, depending on what that one had been doing. Second from the right, like many in the crowd getting a dose in their mouth, couldn't take it all and had to pull back, getting a nice amount all over her face.

"I've seen the babes in porn movies get a load on their faces, but I've never had it before." she commented. The entire stadium was taking a collective breath, similar commentary coming from many other women. "Like it?" I asked. Scooping another fingerfull off her cheek and dripping it onto her outstretched tongue, she considered the taste. "Kinda messy," she said at last. "You said you'd fuck me?" she added, obviously not certain I'd come through for her. "A promise is a promise," I replied. She lay back on the thick grass near the sideline, pulling up her skirt and spreading her legs to reveal the lovely little bare pussy I had so admired earlier. All throughout the stadium, couples flipped around, getting in new positions. Jason was now lining up at the pussy of his sister, Melanie, and John, a guy none of the family knew, placed his cock at the gates of Cathy's mouth. Sarah found herself surrounded by more strangers, one for each hole plus one for each hand, and another between her tits (I may have arranged this because I was mad at her). Ashley was in position, ready to settled onto Tom's cock, while Mrs. Jameson was in a similar situation to Sarah, as all the kids she had spent years putting down and who happened to have turned 18 in time piled around her, ready to ravage every part of her; she was surprisingly enthusiastic, with no intervention on my part. "I like girls spread wide open, showing me everything they've got," I told second from the right as I lined up. She lifted her hips and pulled apart her lips, showing me her inner folds. I pulled up her uniform top, then pulled down the cups of her bra to reveal two small rounded breasts tipped with very erect nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my flickering tongue. "Stick it in me," she said. I heard variations in that theme all over the stadium. Mrs. Jameson especially was begging everyone around her to 'make her pay for her mistakes'.

I stuck it in her, having to struggle a bit as she was a very small girl, and very tight. As I felt men thrust into pussies and asses and mouths and hands all over the stadium, I pushed slowly into second from the right, a huge bulge visible under the skin of her tight stomach as I opened her up. "How do you like it?" I asked, when at last I was all the way in. "It's great! It feels good!" With a long, slow pullout, followed by an equally slow reentry, I fucked her. I took her nice and slow, while other I felt other guys around me fucking their partners harder, or faster, or staying all the way inside and grinding on clits, or stretching asses, or making girls gag. Many girls sighed contentedly, some screamed in pleasure. Those getting a throat fucking made gagging sounds, many getting it in the ass grunted animalistically. I rose up to look down on the little beauty I was inside of, speared and spread out before me. She was gorgeous, with a tiny but perfectly proportioned body, her beautifully pixyish face, and her lovely legs raised into the sky as my cock slid into her, stretching her obscenely. Her hips drove harder back at my cock, and I pushed into her harder and faster. I was nearing my climax, everyone else in the stadium getting there too, and I hugged her to me as my cock drove hard into her. "Omygod, omygod!!! It's so good!" Second from the right cried, as many echoed her sentiments. I drove into her again and felt her stiffen with her orgasm as my cock began to shoot a huge wad into her, then another, then still more, jizz spraying out around me under pressure from her tight cunt, before my body relaxed and second from the right and I collapsed. All across the stadium men came in mouths and pussies and asses and all over, cum covering everything, and I felt all of it, a thousand orgasms at once.

I lay atop her for a few moments, then kissed her and rolled off onto the cool grass of the field. I got up, returned to the stands, and had everyone return to normal, all clothing reset, all cum gone, all family members and strangers unpenetrated and unfucked by those that shouldn't have, all older people back to being older, everything back to being appropriate. With everything cleaned up, I brought Thomas back from his threesome, the girls not noticing as his cock inside Elizabeth was replaced with a dildo, as he reappeared, perhaps a a bit horny, next to me in the stands. This had taken up the rest of the game; as far as anyone else was concerned the second half had been so boring they couldn't remember anything distinct, but otherwise normal.

Things broke up, and I eventually found a sulking Sarah (who didn't remember being gangbanged, but was oddly sore for reasons she couldn't figure out) and bundled her and Thomas into my car, musing about how I was sure Beth would be proud of me and nursing a headache (experiencing too much at once).

Based on "My Reward" by Azil