D and D Dreams Even Nerds Need Love

They were miraculous days, the year you go from being a 9th

grade junior high kid to a sophomore in high school. See if

you remember this scenario:

In 9th grade you might get lucky to date a 7th or 8th grade

girl. The 9th grade girls were all looking to date high

school guys.

In 10th grade you finally got a shot at 9th graders.

10th grade girls discovered seniors.

11th and 12th grade girls discovered college guys.

You had to lock up a girl for you junior year because you

were usually in limbo otherwise, too old for 9th grade and

not interesting to sophs, juniors and seniors.

I had this all explained to me by my older brother and his

girl friend as well as my older sister. Of course, it meant

little to me as I was the nerd of the family. I was smarter

than both of them put together. I had been smothered as my

mother's last child as well. I had as much chance at dating

a senior girl as dating a 9th grader. Did I mention I was a

nerd? My friends and I were not athletes. The only

decathalon we were interested in was the academic

decathalon. And the only marathon was a marathon game of D&D

or a day of playtesting MTG for a big event. Little did I

know that even with those kinds of handicaps, there were 9th

graders willing to take the chance with any guy for an

opportunity to say, "I am dating a high school guy".

Anyway, it started out like this, I was really good at card

games. I had won a big Pokemon event as a kid when girls

still played those kinds of games as well. I moved on to MTG

and continued my hot streak including qualifying for a Pro

Tour during the summer before my sophomore year. It even

made the small town paper, "Local Boy Wins Trip to Japan". I

took lots of pictures and posted them to my FB page. This

got me more attention from my school friends who all thought

it was cool I had been to Japan when most of them had never

left the state.

The first week of school I signed up for the school paper.

It was a dieing breed, what with the internet and all. I

figured since I had done it in junior high I might as well

keep it up here, not like I was going to be busy otherwise.

I wrote an article about games for the first issue and one

about Japan for the second. Both got me more attention, some

good, some bad. Ah, the life of the nerd.

The up shot is this, I was asked to do an interview for the

quarterly junior high paper I had written for the previous

year. Jane Walsh had been one of those elusive game girls

who played Pokemon as a kid and was now student editor of

the junior high paper. She had been my toughest competitor

back then and my big Pokemon win had come at her expense.

She never bounced back and moved on to other things, girlie

things. Obviously, the local coverage inspired her to do a

larger piece on why guys continued to play these games and

girls, in general, did until they reached a certain point.

So we sat down for an interview.

Jane had changed in the six months since I had been the

assistant editor at the paper. Her braces were gone. Her

budding breasts had developed quite nicely and her choice of

school uniforms accentuated all of the positives. I was very

much happy to be sitting at a table in my kitchen for the

interview rather than across an open space where my teenage

"when the wind blows" boner would have been embarrassing.

We started with general question about what kinds of games I

liked to play. The only thing I was really not into was

computer games. I preferred strategy and complexity over

visual and mind numbing. I played board games like Settlers

of Catan (better than RISK) and Dominion. I liked Role

Playing Games like D&D. And I spent lots of time playing

MTG. MTG can be quite time consuming and expensive. I got a

head start by selling my Pokemon cards to fund my new habit.

This immediately caught her attention and she wanted to know

if her old cards might still be worth something. I told her

we could find out later. We went on to discuss my trip to

Japan and how it felt to be a world traveller, how had this

affected my social life, etc?

"Like most game players its a lonely existance. We are

generally shunned by girls for the athletes and the girls

that used to play our games have all moved on."

"All of them?"

"How many of your friends still play? Do you, Sharon, Renee,

or Bobbie still dig your cards out when you have a

sleepover?"

"I guess not."

"Tell me why you quit playing."

"I guess I did not have the competitive edge."

"Too bad because you were one of the top players. And you

would have a real edge right now. The MTG PTQ I won, I had

one match draw and it was to a girl. She wore her shirt open

down to here and I was lucky to not lose. It was quite a

distraction. If she had half your skill she would have

destroyed me."

"What about non-competitve games?"

"I guess my favorite is D&D."

"What's so great about it?"

"Well, for someone like me, it let's me be the hero, which I

don't get much chance in real life."

"Do girls play?"

"I know there are some that do. They have a league at the

store I go to and there are always a few there. Most of them

are probably there because their boyfriend is playing. We

mostly avoid the league stuff because we prefer more

adventure and less structure, more fantasy."

"Girls love fantasy. Do you think I could try it sometime?"

"Well, one of the problems is you would be outnumbered in

our group six to one. And some of the guys can be kind of

crude, even for nerds."

"That's like the third time you have referred to yourself as

a nerd. I don't like that and I won't include it in my

article. How about this, if I can find three friends to play

D&D can you bring a couple of your more 'sedate' friends to

show us the game? I think it might be the hook my article

needs."

"Sure, we can get something together. We normally play on

Saturday but a couple of guys can't make it this week so why

don't we do it then?"

"Sounds great, what time?"

"We should start early, around 9am, because there will be

lots of prep stuff to do, character creation and all... We

should plan on a 10-12 hour game. We normally order pizza

and stuff."

Jane stood up from the table. After sitting there talking

like old friends for the last half hour I had completely

forgotten about my earlier problem and it had receded. I

walked her to the door. She turned to me so abuptly I bumped

into her (I am sure now it was on purpose). "Thanks for all

you help with this," she said and gave me a peck on the

cheek, kind of unprofessional if you ask me. Who kisses the

subject of their interview? My god, I am such a nerd... I

stood there stunned as she wiped the lip gloss off my cheek.

"I'll call you later to confirm the details."

The wind was blowing and that simple peck on the cheek had

my pants stretching again. Fortunately, she had already

turned to go out the door. I immediately ran upstairs to my

bathroom and released my pent up erection. Her effect on me

was astounding. I pictured her pert breasts in her white

shirt and white bra. My xray vision imagination had me

wacking away like a mad man. It was a huge relief as I

unloaded into the toilet.

By Thursday I had managed to find only one other guy that

could play all day and one that could help out for a short

time. When Jane called I passed on the news, "Well, I could

just convince two friends to join us as well. Is that going

to be enough?"

"We can make due. I'll run the game and play an NPC to fill

out the party. Maybe we can find somebody to take him over

later."

"By the way, I dug out my old cards. You want to come over

and go through them for me?"

"Come over? To your house? Uh, sure..."

"Great, my mom is making dinner and she said you could join

us. You remember my mom, right? She was always there rooting

me on."

"Yeah, I think she was more upset with me winning than you

were."

"Well, I think she saw it as sort of a glass ceiling kind of

thing. If I had won I would have moved up and on to bigger

things. I think her disappointment was probably my biggest

demotivation. Anyway, she read what I've written so far and

of course, she read about you in the regular paper so she's

happy to see you again."

After changing into some loose fitting jeans I headed over

to Jane's house (no point in giving too much info away).

Jane had changed out of her school uniform and was wearing a

pair of cutoff jeans and a dark, tight tshirt with Misty on

it. It was probably at least three years old and a couple

sizes too small. Loose jeans were going to be a blessing.

"I brought my stuff into the kitchen. Mom isn't too much of

a prude, but being alone in my bedroom, well, you know..."

I knew, but how could she know?

"Really Janey? You want to put this on me?" Her mother had

joined us in the foyer. "Actually Rob, from how long I knew

you as a kid to now I would not have any problem with you

anywhere in this house. I think the mess in her room is more

why she got the cards and brought them into the dining

table."

"Mahhhham!"

"That's alright Mrs. Walsh. I don't think I could let Jane

in my room either."

We sat at the table and Mrs. Walsh brought us home made

cookies and offered us an assortment of drinks. Turns out

Jane had not so much been a player or a collector as a

hoarder. She had five huge binders of cards and a couple of

boxes. It was going to take several hours to go through this

stuff right.

"You know when this first came out the prices went sky high

and everyone thought they were going to get rich and send

their kids to college on these cards," I said.

"Yeah, I would settle for a tank of gas at this point."

"You should do better than that. You have lots of desireable

stuff in here. Did you want to get rid of all of it or just

the expensive stuff?"

"Well, it has no real value to me anymore. That one small

binder is my favorite but if there is anything in there

worth selling I would probably let it go too."

I immediately picked up Jane's favorite binder. It was the

most girlie thing I had ever seen. She never had this one at

league days. I remember her being the toughest trader in the

group. This binder had all the appearance of a "crush"

binder. First, there was every Pikachu known to man. Then

there were the named character pages and they seemed to be

paired up, in particular Ash and Misty. And the cards were

drawn on with captions you never would have thought a young

girl would be thinking about (while more than a couple of

guys might have). As my face grew redder I think Jane might

have remembered some of the more racy stuff she had put down

in writing and snatched the binder from my hands, "On second

thought, I think I might keep this one," she said blushing.

"That's ok, it looked more personal than expensive. the rest

of these binders have quite a lot of good stuff. There are

three ways to do this, 1. we can move it to an online

retailer, 2. we can break it up and sell it individually, or

3. we can sell it to the local store. The quickest return

would be the online store but you won't get as much as

individual sales. The local guy probably won't give you as

much now because he has fewer players."

"Why don't we sell it to the online guy then?"

"Maybe, but there are a few pieces we can break out to sell

first."

"Whatever you think is best."

"Ok Janey, time to clear this stuff away for dinner. You're

staying, right Rob?"

"Sure Mrs. Walsh. I cleared it with my parents."

Jane and I carried the binders and boxes into the living

room while Mrs. Walsh set up for dinner. Mr. Walsh joined us

and we had an enjoyable evening. For desert Mrs. Walsh

brought out a cake that had a picture of Misty on the top,

"Rob, you remember how Janey used to wear her hair like

Misty? I always thought she was trying to get your

attention."

"Mahhhham!"

"What's wrong honey? The only person at the league that

didn't know you had a crush on Rob was Rob."

This was all coming as a shock to me. Of course, I was

mostly indifferent to girls back then but it was widely

known I had a crush on Misty. "Rob don't pay any attention

to my mother. She's just doing what moms do best, embarrass

their children. Come on, we'll eat dessert upstairs."

Jane's room was no messier than mine. She jumped up on her

bed and indicated I could take the seat at her desk. We ate

our cake in silence. I looked around the room to see what

made this girl tick. Gone was the innocence of childhood. No

"My little pony" or "pokemon" posters. These were replaced

by shelves of academic awards, band posters, movie posters

and pictures of her friends on a bulletin board. At first

glance I missed it but then I saw it, a section of the

bulletin board was apparently dedicated to me, the picture

of me from the paper, the clip mentioning our academic

decathalon team, and a picture of us together from the

Pokemon finals. She saw me see it, "Ok, so maybe I had a

small crush on you."

"Had or have?" I asked.

She patted the space next to her on her bed.

"Are you sure? What if your parents walk in?"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I doubt anything that would get us into trouble

anyway. Otherwise my parents wouldn't have let you come up

here. Besides the door is open."

I set my plate on the desk and walked over to the bed. I sat

on the edge and she took my hand. I swung my legs up on the

bed and we were both leaning back against the head board.

Jane took my hand and lifted it until my arm was draped over

her shoulder, "Isn't that more comfortable?" she sighed as

she snuggled into my chest. We just sat there and I could

feel her steady breathing. "I used to wear this shirt just

for you, you know..."

"Something tells me you wore this shirt for me today as

well. And believe me, I noticed."

She looked up at me expectantly and I leaned my face down to

hers and for the first time our lips met. It was electric

for me. It was really my first kiss and so I was not sure

how it worked. We just sat there mashing lips together. I

pulled her body tighter to mine with the arm she had wrapped

around herself. I could feel her warm soft breasts crush

into my side. And then I felt her lips part slightly.

Instinctively mine followed suit. Soon our tongues touched

at the tip completing the connection. My body was on fire.

And of course, we were then interrupted, "Hey kids if Rob

wants a ride... ah ooops, sorry about that... anyway, if Rob

wants I ride home your father is going to the store."

"Maahhhham!!!"

I was sorely disappointed. "Your mom is probably right,

especially if you want me to take that stuff and get rid of

it for you."

At least the interruption gave me a chance to calm down

before standing up. Jane gave me a quick kiss on the lips

and climbed over me, "We'll be down in a second," she said

to her mother who was hanging out of sight in the hallway.

she walked over to her dresser and grabbed a button up silk

shirt. Before I knew what was happening she had pulled the

Misty shirt over her head and slipped the new shirt on. In

the mirror I had gotten a glimpse of her perfect orbs of

wonder. She turned and threw the Misty shirt to me before

buttoning up. "This really doesn't fit me anymore."

We each grabbed half of the stack and carried it out to her

father's car. Jane opened the front passenger door and slid

her stack in first. I followed suit and then wondered where

I was supposed to sit. Mr. Walsh was coming down the porch

steps and Jane climbed into the back seat beckoning me to

follow. "Dad, you might as well go to the store first. It's

on the way to Rob's."

"Then it's on the way back too."

"Daaaad..."

"Just kidding, princess. We'll stop at the store then drop

off Rob."

We drove to the store in silence. It was like riding with my

brother or sister. You sat there and did not cross the line

of the seats. Finally, we got to the store, "Your mom's list

is going to take me 15 minutes or so, you guys want to

help?"

I would have said yes, but I was nudged hard in the ribs,

"Can't you take care of it, dad?"

"Sure princess. Like I said, it will only take 15 minutes."

I could have sworn he winked at his daughter.

As he walked away from the car Jane wrapped her arms around

me and jumped in my lap. She again mashed her lips to mine

clearly taking the role of agressor. I could surprise her as

well though and made a move on second base. I knew she was

not wearing a bra and showing her beautiful tits off to me

such a short time ago was clearly an invitation in my mind.

I slid a free hand down to the edge of her shirt and back up

the inside. My hand enveloped her warm breast. Her hardening

nipple poked strongly into my palm. Her lips left mine and

she bit my neck then began to alternately suck and nibble

along its length. My obvious erection was straining in my

jeans but her body kept it from rising straight up.

"Squeeze it, oh yes, pinch my nipple," she moaned into my

neck. "No, wait, here, suck on it," she reached down and

tore her shirt open. My lips did not hesitate. "Oh yes, oh

Ash, suck my titties!" Ash? She held my face to her wanton

flesh. I had never had this opportunity before and I was not

about to waste it now. I licked, nibbled, pinched, twisted

and squeezed. "Oh Robbie that feels so good... I wish we

could do this forever." Her body started to shiver or even

convulse. "Oh Robbie, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes... YES!!!"

She crushed my face to her chest as her body shook in

orgasmic release. She sighed, "That was so good Robbie. I

wish we had more time so you could have the same

experience." She sat back and started to button up her

shirt.

Just then her phone tweated with a text from her dad, "done

with check out, on my way". How cool was he? Did he approve?

Did he know what we had done or what his daughter had

planned? Maybe some, like kissing at least. I guess he did

not want to interrupt us like his wife had. By the time he

reached the car Jane and I were standing by the trunk

waiting to help him load the groceries.

It was just a couple minutes further to my house. Jane

helped me carry the boxes up to my porch and then we said

our good byes. For the first time I took the lead and

wrapped my arms around her slender body pulling her in for a

good night lip mashing. After a few seconds of tongue

dancing her father honked the horn and she broke our

embrace. "See you Saturday morning," I said as she walked

away. She twirled around and blew me another kiss. How could

I have gotten so lucky after such a long time?

I managed to dodge my family as I lugged the boxes and

binders up to my room. I got on line and started checking

out the buy lists for cards. I wanted to make Jane as happy

as possible so I also checked auction sites to see what the

hottest stuff was. I started leafing through the pages to

see what there was. She had it all sorted by set and some of

her drawings in between the sets. Most of it looked like

they had just been traced images of Ash and Misty, her two

favorite characters (and mine now as well).

My AIM account window opened. I had a new contact request.

It was Jane. "I hope you're already busy with my cards."

"Started first thing I did."

"Really? I thought you might need to relieve some pressure

since I kind of left you hanging."

"You really want to ask that? No, that was not super mondo

urgent."

"You know, I might have to come by early Saturday to even

things up."

"Oh really? How would you do that?"

A .jpg file came through, "See if you like this"

I opened the file and found another one of her drawings of

Ash and Misty. Misty had her shirt pushed up over her

breasts and Ash was cupping one and sucking on the other

while Misty was leaning back screaming her head off.

"I think that could be a photo from earlier tonight."

"Ok then, how about this one?" Another file came through.

Ash was towering above Misty who was on her knees with her

back towards the picture. She was topless. Ash had a hand on

her head and a look of ecstasy on his face. The caption read

"Fwap, fwap, fwap, fwap..."

"I like it but I think the caption should read 'mmm, mmmm

mmmmmm, slurp, mmm, cough cough cough...'"

"Naughty boy..."

"Just wishful thinking I'm sure"

"Misty is not a slut in case you were wondering"

"Never had a doubt in my mind but you were right, Ash does

need some relief"

"See if this one helps" a third .jpg file came through.

This was just Misty, sitting there cross legged, lifting her

skirt to show her wispy haired pussy and wide spread slit.

It was signed "For Ash's eyes only, Misty/Jane".

I took the three pics and cropped them together. I made

wallpaper out of it and saved it. Then thinking about those

delicious mounds I had snacked on earlier that evening I

whipped out my erect 7 inches and started sliding my hand up

and down. I had been leaking precum for the last hour so I

was already well lubed up. I could not get the image or

taste out of my mind as I lost control and shot my wad all

over my chest in 4 great spurts. I guess being a Sophomore

did have its advantages.

Every Friday the school paper comes out. This week had my

"Japan Through the Eyes of a Teen" article. For some reason

I thought it might make me cooler with my upper classmates.

Instead it made me more of a social pariah. Some did not

believe I had gone and actually made it up. Others that knew

it to be true were jealous. Some, mostly my regular friends,

thought it was cool. The only opinion that mattered to me

right now though was Jane's. She would be getting a copy as

editor of the junior high paper.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the adventure I

would be running the next day. I wanted Jane and her friends

to have fun. I also wanted them to come back for more. For

some reason, finding girl gamers was important to me. I had

a solid 1st level adventure I had never run before. I also

had some ideas for the girls characters. Then I had some

ideas for Jane's character that were not suitable for the

table.

Saturday morning found us in the breakfast room, "Role

playing is simple enough. Your characters have attributes

based on what you rolled during character generation. When

you need to see if a skill like wall climbing succeeds you

roll the dice and compare it to the difficulty factor. The

fun thing about role playing is it doesn't have to be about

ROLL playing."

"Huh?" the girls all looked confused and Bill just laughed.

"The best game I ever ran had multiple encounters but we

only rolled the dice a few times. The characters played

their ROLES and acted rather than relying on 'I try and

convince the mayor to hire us'. They actually started a

conversation with the character which was a lot more

convincing provided it is within the scope of the character.

For instance, Bill's Barbarian character would never get

into a conversation about physics of magic but might easily

convince a group of thugs considering attacking the party it

might be in their best interest to find easier prey."

"This sounds much better than WOW. My brother plays that

all the time and I think it is just a waste of time. All

they do is run around looking for things to kill to get more

points."

"Well everything you do here lead to experience points as

well. And XP leads to higher levels and more skills

available to you."

"How do we know how many points we have?"

"At the end of the day I go through my notes and give out

rewards. Specific goals of the campaign being met, monsters

killed, avoiding conflict or winning a battle can have more,

less or the same number of points. Its up to the party to

decide which is the wiser path."

"Ok, here are what we have developed. Jane decided to be a

magic user. She has the ability to strike from a distance

and alter reality to favor the party. She spends parts of

her days studying spells and collecting components to aid in

casting them. She is not a strong fighter but if cornered

can at least defend herself. She is an elf which grants her

higher intelligence and dexterity.

Brenda is a cleric. She has spells of healing to aid the

party as granted by her deity. She is a human and is not

afraid to fight. Being a cleric she is restricted to non-

edged weapons like the holy mace she carries. It is

emblazoned with her deities symbol.

Sheila is a Rogue. They used to be called thieves but rogue

is a better description. She is half elven, half human. She

is sneaky as hell and might not be the most trusted member

of the party. On the other hand she will tend to get the

party out of bad scrapes from time to time with her guile.

She can pick locks and finds hidden traps easier than most.

Bill's Barbarian, Graznos, is a fighter through and through.

He is a fighter by nature but wears little defensive armor

relying on his dexterity, strength, and quickness to to

defeat his enemies. He has been known to berserk from time

to time which can endanger the party but like King Kong,

beauty has been known to calm his lust for battle while

inspiring him to great feats.

I will be playing a character as well to round out the

party. He is a Dwarven Paladin. His shining plate armor is a

beacon drawing attention to himself. He is the ultimate good

guy, defending the poor and down trodden, helping the sick

and always fighting evil.

As an NPC, Fiero Burntwood will contribute knowledge he

might have but will not be able to act based on my knowledge

as GM. There are no Evil characters in your party. You are

the good guys, even the rogue. You start your adventure in a

local tavern having come back together after six months of

training with your various guilds or churches. Also, the

rest of you need to work on your character names and

background stories when you have time."

I had never played D&D with female players before. And of

course, these three had never played D&D before. I was going

to rely on Bill to help direct traffic during combat and

encounters. The only problem was his character is a lot like

Bill, quiet. I am sure sitting with three teen girls would

not encourage him to speak up but at least he showed up to

play. I did not know what to expect from the girls at all.

"You are sitting in your groups favorite tavern after being

in training for the last six months. Those of you that drink

have ordered mead or wine and you have ordered your

customary meals as well. Does anyone have anything they wish

to contribute to the conversation?"

Thank goodness Jane spoke up. I thought I might have to

carry the whole day... "Wow, I am so glad to get away from

that scum sucking pig of a mage. If he tried to look into

the female dorms one more time I think we might have turned

him into a toad." The table laughed at that. "Oh, and my

character's name is M-y-s-t-i, Mysti."

"Men will be men and boys will behave like boys," replied

Sheila. "Personally I would favor setting his robes on fire,

unless he's good looking."

"The man has no honor," said Bill. "He should be flogged. Of

course, most magicians should be flogged. You are the

exception m'lady. But if he ever shows his face in here he

will learn to mind his manners." I don't think Bill had ever

put two sentences together to a girl since he hit puberty.

"Why Graznos, I didn't know you would defend the honor of a

wizard," Shiela sniggered.

"Not the honor of a wizard as the gods know they have none,

but to dishonor of a woman of my acquaintance? He should be

warned I will be seeking his head on a platter. I would even

defend you from such a fiend though thou art a rogue and

scoundrel."

I let them carry on the conversation for a few more minutes

taking notes on how the characters interacted and threw in a

word or two from the normally taciturn Dwarven Paladin. Then

I began the adventure hook...

"The waitress is refilling Shiela's tankard of mead when her

pouring is suddenly frozen in mid pour. The room becomes

deathly quiet and you notice nobody is moving but your

little group. Your table begins to glow under you or rather

you notice there is a series of runes etched on the edge of

the table and they glow an eerie green...

'Fair warning noble adventurers, evil most dire, magic most

deadly, and horrors unimaginable await thee.' A small

glowing green globe is rising from the center of the table.

Inside you see visions of you and your companions being

tortured, beheaded and exploded by magic. These scenes fade

and in its place is the face of an aged and kindly man.

'These are you fates. If you do not accept them this awaits

those surrounding you...' Once again the scene changed to

their village and the surrounding countryside, dragons flew

through the air breathing fire and acid on the populace,

orcs and dark elves ravaged the women, the very bar wench

waiting on your table is shown being dragged away, naked and

screaming in terror. The face returned, 'Once every 1000

years the evil returns to claim the souls of this region.

Every thousand years a band of heros is summoned to combat

this evil. Some survived, some did not. Sometimes the evil

was held at bay and other times evil held sway over the

populace for what seemed an eternity. You are the chosen

heros. You must be the sacrifice or the saviours. Your fates

await you beyond yon portal...' The wizened man pointed

towards the fire pit and a glowing doorway opens before

you."

"Oh my god, what do we do?" asked Brenda.

"We have but one choice companions. We may not sit idly by

and await the destruction of those we hold closest." Bill's

barbarian was making paladin like speeches. And of course,

Sheila smiled at him again.

"Shrike, that's the name I decided on for my character,

stands up and walks towards the portal. She looks through.

Can I see anything?" asked Sheila.

"The portal is just a glowing doorframe with a sheen of

green light shimmering across it like the surface of a

pool."

"Cool, I touch the surface. What does it feel like?"

"Your finger sinks into the surface and as you pull it back

the viscous surface pulls away with you before plopping back

sending ripples through the surface. Roll that 20 sided die

for me Shiela."

"I got a 4. That's good, right?"

"Typically, higher numbers are better," Bill chimed in.

"You look at your fingers and the glowing green is rapidly

consuming your hand and arm, kind of like Neo in the first

Matrix movie..."

"Coool..."

"The rest of the party is looking at Shrike as she stares at

wide eyed at her normal appearing fingers as if she was

tripping on acid. You see nothing amiss and suddenly she

staggers and falls into the portal."

"I dive after her," exclaimed Bill.

"Oh no, what do we do?" implored Brenda.

"Fiero stands from the table, 'Friends it is time to find

out what we are truly made of. We must fight to the death to

protect our family and friends. Join me and we will pass the

gate together.'"

In real life Jane took my offered hand. Brenda was still

hesitant. I am not sure what she thought was going on.

Finally, she took my other hand, "The final three companions

make their way to the portal, there is a flash of light, and

this is what you see." I just sat there. I sat there waiting

on a response for several minutes.

Finally, Bill spoke up, "Ususally 'this is what you see' is

followed by juxtaposition."

"There is no way to better explain it. This," I waved my

hands in the air, "is what you see. Each of you is the real

life avatar of your character. Now, it is very important

that from here on you let me know if you are in character or

not. Technically, this could be considered a LARP. Your

characters have been infused into your human bodies on this

plane of existence. You still have the characteristics and

skills of your generated characters while maybe not their

attributes. You also have the knowledge of yourselves. Is

everyone ready to continue?"

"Man, the guys are going to be pissed they missed this one

Rob. You really went overboard creating this."

"I was going to run it the next time I started a new

campaign. I thought it might work better with experienced

players but this could be interesting. Ok, then, here we

go... Your glowing green figures step through the glass

portal over there," I continued pointing at the sliding

glass door to the patio. "Each of you is drawn towards one

of the people sitting at the table who sit immobile much

like the bar patrons. Once again a glowing green globe rises

from the table as runes on the edge of the bowl of fruit

begin to glow. 'Truly you are the heros of the age. Be

warned, there is danger closer than thou knowest. And the

people of this world have lost magic and are fearful of it.

Defend yourselves and find the stones of Braxelfar. They may

save our world from the doom that awaits.' Your bodies now

merge with the glowing entities and you can feel their

knowledge mix with your own. You feel the alien intelligence

and skills incorporate themselves into your body."

"The stones of Braxelfar? What the hell?" asked Bill.

Sheila and Brenda had their heads together whispering...

Jane was looking at me perplexed.

"YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE STONES! Destroy them my minions!"

My friend Roger came crashing through the screen door right

on cue. He threw a bunch of my older sister's beanie babies

into the room as he ran through and out the front door. You

could hear his car peel out in the street.

Brenda shrieked, Bill was laughing, and Jane and Sheila

jumped out of their chairs. "Ok, each of these seven beanie

babies represents a monster about 4 feet tall and its

proximity to you. What do you do?"

"I look for a weapon," said the ever pragmatic Bill.

"I told you before Bill, this is what you see."

"Ok, I dive towards the hearth and grab the fire stoker."

"Alright, those two monsters will get attacks of opportunity

on you as you dive past them. Go ahead and head stand over

there. What are you girls doing?"

"I grab the knives off the kitchen counter and use them as

throwing daggers," said Sheila.

"I grab my character sheet, your book of magic spells, and

duck under the table," shouted Jane.

"Go ahead and crawl under there. Brenda?"

"I dont know... what's Fiero doing?"

3 out of 4 positive reactions. Guess that is better than I

could have expected with three new female players. "Fiero

stands up and picks up his chair. He swings it wildly over

his head and smashes it over the monster in front of him."

"That sounds good, I'll do that too."

"Ok, go ahead and lift the chair over your head..."

"I can't do that."

"And now you know the physical limitations of your new body.

Ok, you lift the chair and use it as a barricade between you

and that monster there. How are you doing down there Mysti?"

"Fine, I think I want to cast a spell out of this book."

"Let me know when you're ready. Sheila, which monster are

you targeting with your daggers?"

Sheila pointed to one of the beanies and I had her roll some

dice. "Two of the three knives strike for damage. Good job."

"Rob I want to cast the spell Magic Missile," yelled Mysti.

"Fine, that's automatic hit so just roll for damage."

Bill came screaming back into the room and swung the fire

stoker over his head and slammed it into the tiny stuffed

animal on the floor in the middle of the room. Tiny beans

exploded in all directions. "I think I killed one..."

"That's great Bill, just a little less realism next time. I

don't need a hole in the floor. One of the creatures has

managed to jump on your back, Bill, and starts gnawing on

your bare shoulder."

"Get it off me!" he yelled frantically turning in circles

like a dog chasing his tale.

Brenda jumped in finally. "I pick up the fruit bowl and

crash it over the monster's head!"

"Roll to see if you hit."

"Is a one good?"

"Oops, looks like you just crashed to bowl over Graznos'

head instead."

"It's not my fault, he was turning around in circles..."

"Bill/Graznos crashes to the floor and the beast is still

chewing on him."

"I try again. I hope a fifteen is better."

"You hit that time. The monster has already taken some

damage so it goes down as well. Fiero has also killed one.

All of the monsters are down but so is Bill."

"What do we do now?" Sheila asked.

"Well I would suggest," started Bill.

"Sorry, Bill," I cut him off. "You are unconcious for now."

"I know!" exclaimed Jane, "You have to heal Bill," she said

to Brenda.

"How do I do that?"

"Look at your character sheet. You have spells for healing."

"Ohhh, I see now. I cast Cure Light Wounds on Graznos. Does

it help?"

"You notice the wounds closing and the bleeding stops.

Graznos is groggy but regains consciousness."

"Man, it sucks not having any armor or weapons," commented

Bill when I let him sit back at the table. "We are going to

have to plan out what we want to do to keep from getting

killed. I have a question. We have our memories of ourselves

as well as our characters?"

"Yes, for the most part."

"And I know who Roger is?"

"Yes, you know who Roger is, but not anymore than that."

"Do I know where he was going?"

"Did he tell you?"

"No, but we have our Blackberry's GPS's synced."

There was a giggle from the girls. "Why do you guys have

that?" Sheila asked.

"We work together delivering pizzas. By knowing where each

other are we get better delivery times and better tips."

Bill took out his phone. "It looks like he's headed over to

the mall. No, wait. He's going past the mall."

"Maybe we should follow him. He must know where the Stones

of Braxelfar are," suggested Brenda.

"He's stopped at Jessup Park."

"Let's go!" shouted the girls.

"Wait ladies," said Bill. "Grab your stuff and anything you

want to defend yourself or attack with."

We all climbed into Bill's minivan and he handed his phone

to Sheila who grabbed the passenger seat. "Keep an eye on

him. You can zoom in closer, too."

There was only one seat in the back and lots of open floor

space. I grabbed the floor instead of being shoved in

between Jane and Brenda in the back seat. Before the girls

got situated I caught an upskirt view of Jane as she sat

down. She quickly turned her legs aside and blushed.

"What do you think so far?" I asked.

"This is amazing," said Brenda. "Who knew it could be this

much fun?"

"I love it," added Jane.

"It's all Rob, ladies," said Bill looking in the rearview

mirror. "This took a lot of time to set up. I think he

wanted you to have a time to remember."

"How long til we're at the park?" asked Sheila.

"About 5 minutes. He's still there?"

"Yes, he's running around a lot. He must be looking for

something."

"Ok, we're here does anyone see his car? It's an old yellow

VW."

"No, but the GPS puts him over there, on the soccer field.

What's he doing playing soccer?"

A friend of ours, Paul, came jogging off the field. "Hey

guys, you looking for Roger? You just missed him. He asked

me to give you your phone Bill, here. I got to get back to

the game. See ya."

"Crap!"

"Now what?"

"He knew we could track him so he dumped his phone. This is

a big city. How do we find him now?"

"I have an idea," said Brenda. "Let me see his phone. Let's

hope he has unlimited texting." She showed the others the

phone, "Send to ALL: 'found this phone. if u c the owner plz

text location to me and I will return asap. DO NOT TELL HIM

I HAVE IT <3'" and she took a photo of her cleavage and

included it in the message.

It took less than five minutes before they got a reponse.

"Owner's name is Roger. He's at The Lair playing miniature

war games. If he doesn't want to go out with you, let me

know. <3".

A few minutes later we were pulling up in front of The Lair,

the only decent game store for a hundred miles. The girls

were shocked to say the least. All except for Jane.

"This place hasn't changed a bit. Oh look it's Dave!"

Dave came from behind the counter to give Jane a big bear

hug. "Where has our best Pokemon queen run off to? We've

missed you."

"Oh Dave... You know, I hated losing. And this jerk just

kept getting the better of me."

The four of us and Dave stood around a cool new diorama he

had put in the front of the store promoting the new D&D

miniatures line. It was really a good 3D map we used for

other games and enclosed in plexiglass to keep munchkin

fingers off.

"Oh look! exclaimed Sheila, " The title says 'The Battle of

Hawthorne'. Isn't that where we are supposed to be from?"

Bill jumped, "Quick Dave, where's Roger?"

His arm still wrapped around Jane's shoulder he looked at me

and then pointed, "He was in the back just a few minutes

ago."

Bill, Sheila, and Brenda took off for the back. Jane was

about to join them but Dave said, "Let them go. They can get

him."

"But we're in the game together. Rob and I should join

them."

"I don't think so," he replied.

The door to the back room slammed shut. The front door swung

open and in strode Roger. "Well done my minions. Now I have

the sacrifice and the Stones. I am finally going to get to

destroy Hawthorne once and for all!" Roger was holding a

large leather pouch covered in runes in his right hand and

laid a too familiar left hand on Jane's shoulder. He let out

an evil laugh as Jane's companions pounded on the door from

the back room.

Suddenly, confusion reigned as the lights in the store went

out. A voice whispered in my ear.

"Ok. Roger I need you to roll a twenty sider three times.

You choose the order of the results. And I need to know

truthfully, when the lights went out what was your first

reaction?"

"I rolled 18, 17, and 7. I had begun the incantation to

return to Hawthorne with Jane as prisoner. As part of that

action I had placed the bag on the starred center of the

plexiglass diorama case."

"Did you ever take your hand off Jane?"

"No."

The lights came back on as Bill and Brenda came in the front

door. Sheila popped up on the other side of the display with

the leather pouch in her hands. "Ok, this is what has

happened. When Bill killed the lights at the breaker box in

the back, Sheila stole in through the front door just as

Roger had done earlier after exiting the back door and

attempted to steal the sacrificial knife from your belt. She

was unsuccessful. Missing that, she attempted to grab the

Stones of Braxelfar as you finished your incantation. She

did that just in time. Unfortunately, she was unable to

prevent the spell from happening and Roger, Dave and Jane

have disappearred. Their figures are now within the diorama

in front of us." Dave added an evil looking mage and a Hill

Giant standing on either side of a magically bound female

mage. "The large battle being portrayed in miniatures has

dragons hovering as well as hordes of goblins and dark elves

and looks just like their home is about to be extinguished."

Jane complained, "Dave, how could you?"

"Sorry my little friend. I was just following orders."

"It's not over yet!" Bill/Graznos grabbed trays of barbarian

characters and Dwarven fighters and put them between the

invading hordes and the town.

"The lights in the store dim as Bill places the last of the

figures on the table. Four spots light up on the board with

lines connecting them. Three form a triangle and the fourth

is where the bisectors meet in the middle. A green glowing

globe rises from the table. 'Only by placing the stones in

these power points at the same time can their magic be

unleashed protecting the town, nigh the world from a

thousand years of darkness. Hurry time is short!' Runes on

the edge of the table begin to glow much as they had at the

bar and a portal opens where the door to the outside once

stood."

Sheila/Shrike emptied the pouch into her hand and four

crystals poured out. She handed one to each of the remaining

companions, Fiero Burtwood, Graznos, and Brenda. They each

reached forth to place their stone in one of the glowing

spots.

"Once again, your characters find themselves in the world of

Hawthorne. In front of each of you is a stone about three

feet high with a spot where your stone should be set."

"Can I see them placing their stones?" asked Brenda.

"No, the spots are hundreds of yards apart and armies stand

in your way."

"All I can do is hope for the best. I place my stone."

"Me too."

"And me!"

"And Fiero, standing in the center of the roaring battle,

also places his stone. This seems like a good enough

stopping point. Who's up for some pizza?"

"You have got to be kidding me!" exclaimed Jane from behind

the counter where she, Roger, and Dave were now watching.

"Nope, we have to make sure you come back next time. It's

called a cliff hanger. Besides, we have been at this for ten

hours counting character creation. I need a break."

When we got back to the house my brother and his girlfriend

were having an argument in the kitchen so we moved our game

to the basement den.

My brother came into the den, "Alice totalled our car. She

got lucky and only broke her leg. Mom and Dad are going to

stay at the hospital with her so I'm in charge. As long as

you stay down here and leave me alone we'll be fine." He was

obviously pissed. I wasn't sure if it was because of the

fight with his girlfriend or because it was his car too.

Sheila got up, "We can leave if it's that bad..."

"No, don't worry about it. They're just keeping her for

observation. Looks like you dorks are having fun anyway."

Brenda breathed in deeply and huffed at being called a dork.

At the same time she stared dreamy eyed at my seventeen year

old brother.

"So Mysti, the wizard offers you as a reward one of his own

ancient spell books. It is blank. As you page through it,

the spells you most wanted to learn begin to appear on the

pages... He smiles at you, 'The book knew the spells in your

heart. When it is time for you to pass it on it will do the

same provided the wizard is worthy.' It now has ten first

level, four second level and two third level spells. You can

read this book and decide which spells best suit your

character."

Jane grabbed the tome and began turning pages occasionally

scribbling the name of a spell on a piece of paper. She was

sharing the book with Sheila when when they both broke into

giggles.

"What's so funny?"

"So tell me about this wizard you want to show your 'Magic

Missile' to?" Jane was holding up my Wizard's Spell

Compendium with the picture of a hot elvish chick wizard

casting a spell. One of my friends had annotated the picture

long before.

After everyone was taken care of and we were wrapping up for

the night Jane came over to me, "Brenda and I are supposed

to stay over at Sheila's tonight but it's so late. Do you

think we can crash on the couch?"

"Sure. I can grab some sleeping bags and set you up."

"You think Bill would stay too? We could order some more

pizza and watch some movies or something."

The "or something" had me intrigued. Knowing the guys that

worked for the best pizza in town had its advantages. The

pizza showed quickly and cheaply. Jane chose a romcom from

the wall of DVD's and popped it in. I turned off some of the

lights. The pizza was soon devoured and it was obvious

Sheila and Bill were not paying much attention to the movie.

Brenda asked where the bathroom was and disappeared

upstairs. When she did not come back down after five minutes

Jane thought we should go check on her. "Besides, I think

they might want to be alone." I glanced over and saw Bill

had his shirt open and Sheila was straddling his lap while

they kissed passionately. Jane and I made our way up the

stairs.

First, we looked in the kitchen and got another two liter

bottle of coke to take down with us. We looked in the

downstairs bathroom and she was not there either. "I hope

she didn't just leave," Jane said.

"I'm sure she would have said something... Let's check

upstairs."

As we reached the top of the stairs Jane held a finger to

her lips and whispered "Shhhhh, I hear something."

I heard it too. And it was coming from my room. We peeked

through the doorway but could see nothing. Jane pushed the

door open slowly. The noises, more like moans, were coming

from the adjoining bathroom between my brother's and my

room. I turned to Jane, "Is she doing what I think she's

doing?"

"Shhhh..." Jane moved further into my room to get an angle

on the bathroom door. The moans were getting louder. "Oh my

god," she whispered.

I finally got to where I could see into the bathroom just as

Brenda started getting really vocal, "Yes, yes... Do it,

lick my pussy. Oh my god I want your cock. I need your cock,

please suck me, fuck me! Do it all to me!" Sure enough she

was sitting on the counter with her legs spread wide and my

brother on his knees eating her out like a starved man. All

he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist which he

whipped off as we stood there. My boner which had been

rising since hearing the first moans had come to full

attention.

Jane turned away from the erotic scene in front of us and

into my arms. Her hand brushed against and then massaged my

pole, "Looks like I get to see your magic missile afterall."

My brother stood up and saw us as he was dropping his towel,

"You think we're selling tickets or something? Get the fuck

out of here!" And he slammed the door to my room shut.

"That was so hot," Jane was grabbing my belt buckle.

"Please, before I change my mind, I have to taste your

cock." My pants fell around my ankles. Precum had made my

shorts a sloppy mess. Jane didn't care. She pulled my boxers

down and was rewarded with a slap to the face by my wavering

cock. "Oh, it's so much bigger than your brother's," she

said as she carressed it to her cheek. She took the knob

into her warm mouth, "Tasty." I was in heaven.

Jane guided me towards the bed so I could sit down. I ran my

fingers through her hair as I looked down at the angelic

face devouring my virgin cock, "Jane you are amazing, I

truly love you." I reached down to pull her shirt off. Just

as before, she was not wearing a bra. Her tits bounced just

below where her mouth slid up and down my steel pole, "I'm

going to cum."

"Do it, cum in my mouth. We have all night..." Her fingers

fondled my balls and he throat opened taking me all in as I

shot my load.

"Wow, she's pretty good at that." I looked up and my brother

in his naked glory stood there with his arm around naked

Brenda. He tossed a small box my way, "Here, I thought you

might need these." A three pack of lubricated condoms fell

to the bed beside me. "If you want to trade off later, find

us."

I got up and penguined to the door to shut and lock it. When

I turned around I saw Jane dropping her skirt and panties to

the floor. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers. "I wouldn't

trade you for all the pokemon cards in the world, much less

Brenda." I stepped back towards the bed and she spread her

legs in anticipation. I knelt in front of her and licked her

dripping slit from back to front and her body shivered in

response. I reached up and grabbed a handful of tittie while

running my tongue up and down her pussy while her hips

rocked. I heard the tearing open of a box...

"I'm ready. Please fuck me." I stood before Jane with my

teenage rejuvenated cock proudly standing tall in front of

me. She reached to me and rolled the condom down my shaft. I

used my forearms to keep my weight off her waiting body

while I rubbed my protected missile across her wet pussy.

"I'm ready, put it in me," she begged. She reached down and

guided the head of my cock towards her waiting hole. I put

the tip in and my god it was tight. I thought I would break

her in two. She grabbed my ass to pull me forward into her

hot tunnel. I felt her barrier break as I took her virginity

and lost my own in one thrust. She pulled my face to hers

and I could feel the hot tears on her face as we kissed

softly.

How I managed to lay there on top of her and not pound away

I have no idea. Maybe just the idea that I loved her was

enough. Finally, she began to rock her hips under me and I

knew she was ready to continue. I brought our lips back

together and completed the connection as I sucked her tongue

into my mouth. She locked her legs around my back and pulled

me tight against her body. I drew most of my seven inches

out of her body and slid it back and forth with quick

shallow strokes. She would have none of that and once again

pulled me fast and hard against her pelvis. She wanted it

fast and hard? I could oblige. I might not last long but

there was always round two and three. I sawed my cock in and

out of her wanton pussy, grinding our bodies together as I

plunged into her depths. She was shaking and moaning.

"Yes, yes, give it to me! Give it all to me! Oh yes, Oh Ash!

Oh Robbie!"

"C'mon Misty, you little tramp! Cum for me. Cum like the

cock slut I know you are. I love how you sucked my cock. And

I love how you came when I licked your sweet pussy. Now cum

on Ash's cock for me. C'mon baby!"

She looked up at me and smiled, "I love you too Ash. I'll be

your cock slut anytime." And then her face became all

scrunched up, "Oh, ohhhhhh ohh, yes, that's it, pound me,

pound my pussy! Yes, YESSSS!!!"

At the same time I felt my ball sac rise tight and I filled

the end of the condom with my love juice as Jane's body

convulsed in orgasmic bliss. I made one last lunge into her

pussy and collapsed on top of her feeling her titties crush

against my chest and her juices leaking out of her body. I

managed to roll over and pull her on top of me without

slipping out of her body. Now her hot juices were dripping

down my balls creating a new erotic sensation.

"Do you really like licking my pussy, Robbie?"

"I will never lie to you. Yes, I love licking your pussy. I

love fucking your pussy. I love you playing with my cock and

sucking it. But more than that I love making love to you."

"When I saw your brother going down on Brenda I prayed a

little prayer you'd do that to me. One time Brenda and I did

it to each other. It was good but you were amazing. Maybe

because like you said, it was more than just about sex and

feeling good."

"Do you think we ought to check on the others?"

"Or we could go another round," my limp cock had finally

slipped from Jane's hot tunnel and she was massaging it.

"Definitely another round, but you might have to wait a few

more minutes."

"Then I guess we can check on Bill and Sheila."

Jane went over to my chest of drawers and pulled out two

pairs of boxers. She pulled on one pair and threw the other

to me. She grabbed a button up shirt out of the closet and

put it on without buttoning it. She slipped the other two

condoms into the pocket of the shirt. "My god you look so

sexy like that," my cock was already responding.

She took my hand and led me back downstairs. The telltale

sounds of moaning was coming from the den. And then we

heard, "C'mon baby, make him come!" We got to the bottom of

the stairs and found four naked people. Now, Brenda was down

between Bill's legs while Sheila was bobbing up and down on

my brother's cock. "Hey bro, maybe we ought to sell you

tickets since you keep walking in on us."

"What the hell is going on?"

"The girls bet which one of them could get a guy to come

first. We flipped for who got who. We both won. You could

join us. We'll redraw."

"Uh, no thanks, I think I'll keep Jane to myself."

"Spoil sport."

Jane put her hand to my stiffening cock and her mouth to my

ear, "I bet I can make you come before those guys and they

have a head start."

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure I can make you come or am I sure I want to do

this? Yes, to both. As long as it's just you with me anyway.

Besides, I don't want to have to buy a ticket."

I dropped my boxers and joined my brother and Bill on the

couch. My cock was easily the largest of the group and the

girls took notice, "Wow Jane, that must have felt great,"

said Brenda between bobbing up and down on Bill. Bill just

looked at me. Then he raised his hand to high five me. I

passed.

Jane started by licking the crown of my cock, "What do I win

anyway when my boyfriend cums first?"

Sheila responded, "A mouthful of cum for one thing. Your

choice of fucking partners. A serious pussy licking from

whomever you want."

"So just what I got upstairs."

"Ok," both other girls stopped now. "What do you want to

wager?"

"There should be something for the loser... and something

for the winner."

"How about this," she said, "The winning girl gets the five

others as a slave for one week. The losing girl has to lay

naked on the bar for the rest of the night. The losing guy,

the one that cums first anyway, has to french the 2nd and

3rd place girls as they finish (if the girl agrees). And the

guys have to eat the girls out no matter what."

"I don't know about kissing with her mouth full of your cum

bro."

"There has to be a negative or you'll just race to the

finish to help your girl."

"Fine then. Not like I am cumming first anyway with a couple

sacricial virgins like you two."

I just had to be 2nd. I knew Jane would not kiss the other

guys and as long as she did not have to be on the bar all

night she would be happy. I know she would like to have

slaves for the week but I did not feel like tasting my

brother's or Bill's cum.

"Ok girls, rule number one is there are no rules," my

girlfriend said as she pulled Brenda in for a long sensuous

kiss while fingering her wet snatch. In the mean time,

Sheila dove for my brother's cock and fondled his hairy

balls while we all watched the action in front of us. Thirty

seconds later my brother jumped up from the couch as Sheila

claimed victory showing off a mouthful of cum. Sheila must

have read something somewhere or seen some porno because she

had slipped her finger into my brothers anus to massage his

prostate while he was watching the lesbian act. He had gone

off like a rocket.

Jane went back to work on my cock and Brenda was off to the

races on Bill's. Sheila stood behind the two of them

fingering her snatch while my brother sulked. "C'mon boys,

cum for these lovely girls. Bill, your cum tasted so good.

And when you fucked me earlier I came twice. Rob your cock

is huge. I wish Jane would let me ride it just once. C'mon

Ash, cum for Misty."

"Little bro, when that hot girl of yours is up on the bar I

am going to enjoy dripping chocolate all over and licking it

off, finally tasting her hot pussy." I don't know what my

brother thought he was doing but the image that came to my

mind was me licking the chocolate off my girl and I was

suddenly shooting my load into her mouth.

As I expected she passed on giving my brother a taste, to

his relief. Brenda was not so forgiving when Bill finally

shared his load with her. She walked over to Brent and stuck

her tongue deep into his mouth letting the slimy cum slide

across his tongue. To his credit he didn't back away and

spit it out. He returned the kiss, lifted her by her ass and

proceeded to fuck her standing in front of us.

"Slave, you are to stop fucking her immediately. And you are

to go up to the kitchen and get that chocolate you were just

talking about. And whipped cream if you have it. Ladies, I

believe the couch is ours now. I will sit in the middle.

Brenda, you can wait for Brent. Jane, if it is ok with you I

would like Rob to rub his cock across my pussy."

"Yes, mistress," she responded.

"After your brother gets back you will all cover me with

your tongues, cleaning the chocolate and whipped cream from

my body. And then Rob, you will eat Jane's pussy while

Brenda and I suck on her delicious nipples. Bill you will

then eat my pussy again, and Brenda will be our plaything on

the bar. But Brenda, you may not fuck Brent again until I

give you permission."

We all responded, "Yes, mistress."

Brent came back down with one can of whipped cream and the

hershey's syrup. "Brent, you are to stand there and play

with yourself." This was hilarious, my older brother was

getting bossed around by a 9th grader. I began sliding my

engorged cock up and down Sheila's wet pussy. The others

smeared her body with chococlate sauce and then gave her a

bikini of whipped cream. My cock kept rising up through the

mound of white stuff. "Oh Rob, that cock of yours feels so

good against my clit. Jane, please tell me you'll let me

have that delicious meat up my pussy." Jane looked

questioningly from Sheila to me, then to Bill and then back

to me. "Oh fuck it, if I can't fuck it I will at least suck

it clean." There was lots of whipped cream and chocolate

that had been transferred from her to me and she looked

ravenous. She pushed me to the floor and her mouth hovered

momentarily over the tree in front of her. "Care to join me

Jane? Bill, get down there and lick my pussy clean. Brenda,

Brent can eat your pussy now so go ahead and lay on the

bar."

Now I had two girls sharing my cock. "Jane, move so Rob can

eat your pussy while we are cleaning his dick off. Rob, you

better make her cum. I want her screaming."

My god she was wet. She must really be enjoying this. She

immediately started grinding her pussy to my face. Jane

reached in and spread her pussy lips so my tongue had easy

access. I found her clit was already standing tall and ready

to be sucked so I went for it. She nearly jumped off me. I

pulled her back down to my waiting mouth and held her there

while my lips clamped onto her engorged clit. She kept

trying to get away and was screaming "I'm coming, I'm coming

Ash. Oh god Oh g-g-g-god. OH GOD!!!" All this while holding

my cock so Sheila could suck the head.

In the mean time, Bill had been licking Sheila from behind

as well as using his fingers on her. Finally he said, "I

can't take it anymore. I have to fuck you again!" He grabbed

a condom rolled it down and shoved it all in one motion deep

into Sheila's pussy. They started rocking back and forth as

Bill did her from behind. She finally had to give up on

sucking my cock as her lover rammed his meat in and out. I

could tell from the look on her face she was about to

explode. Bill bent over and grabbed her tits while jack

rabbiting into her pussy. "Who's the master now? Say it!

Who's in charge?"

"mmmm.... oh grrr... You are Bill. You're my master. Just.

Don't. Stop!"

"Don't worry babe. We're never going to stop. You are mine.

You're rogue pussy is mine. We are going to fuck til I say

stop and you are never going to touch another cock. Say it!"

"Mmmmmm oh god oh goddddd.... I am never going to touch oh

god, another cock! Fuck me Bill, fuck me! Yes! Yes!!! I'm

cumming! I'm cumming!"

"I cumming too babe. Here it comes! Oh yeah! ohhhhh yeah!"

"You heard the lady, I'm in charge now. Rob you can fuck

Jane now. And Brent, I guess you can fuck Brenda." Then he

collapsed spooning the passed out Sheila from behind,

cupping her pussy with one hand and squeezing her tits with

his other forearm. I helped Jane slide the last condom on. I

was still on my back and Jane turned to face me straddling

my thighs now. She reached down and guide her favorite magic

missile to her dripping cunt. I reached up and grabbed two

hands full of teenage tits and enjoyed the ride.

I looked over my shoulder for just long enough to see my

brother fucking Brenda from behind while she held onto the

bar. "Just don't come in me," she was saying. "You don't

have a condom." It was so hot. He was holding her hips and

just stroking away.

"Don't worry Brenda. I don't want a baby either but I do

love barebacking your tight pussy. unh, unh unh!" And my

brother slammed into her from behind over and over as she

met each stroke. "You're so much better than your older

sister."

"I knew I would be. I watched you eat her out and fuck her

before. That's why I came here today. So you would leave her

and be with me instead. C'mon Brent, fuck me harder!"

"I know, I know. She, unh, she read your diary. Why do you

think we were fighting earlier? She said if I did anything

with you we were through. I got so hard and asked her to

suck my cock but she said no. Oh my god, you're so tight unh

unh unh... And then finding you playing with yourself in the

bathroom was too much for me to take. I just had to eat that

young pussy. Mmmmfff, are you mmmfff close yet?"

"Oh yes, but I want you to eat me again after you cum."

"I can definitely do that! I'm almost ready baby. Get ready

to catch it."

Brenda turned around and took my bother's cock into her

mouth again. "That's it baby, suck my cock. Suck it clean.

Your sister hates sucking my cock. But you are amazing. Oh

god, here it comes! That's it baby, take it all. My god,

where did you learn to suck like that?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Of course."

"Your sister. She was sucking my brother off and I used to

watch."

"You're just a regular peeping tom. Now climb up on the

counter here so I can eat your hot pussy."

"Oh Brent... I love watching. I love watching you eat my

pussy. I love watching your cock slide into my mouth or

pussy. Oh. Oh god I'm cumming already! stop for a sec...

there go ahead. I want this time to last."

"Keep talking. Tell me about watching."

"Several years ago, the first time, I saw your sister suck

my brother was by the pool. I wasn't supposed to be home but

I was. She had her top off. I watched through the sliding

door and as my brother shot his stuff she looked up and saw

me. I was so embarrassed I ran to my room. A few minutes

later she knocked and came in. She asked if I had any

questions and explained a lot of stuff I didn't know... oh

oh..."

"So that was the first time? What happened next?"

"Then two years ago my parents still thought I needed a

sitter so I asked for her. Keep going... that's it, lick it

there, oh yes... Anyway, I asked her about the tingling

feelings I was getting. I couldn't ask my parents or my

sister. So we got naked and she showed me how she liked to

rub herself. I was surprised she had so little hair and she

told me she keeps it trimmed but not shaved so my brother

would lick her. That's when my brother came home

unexpectedly. I covered up but your sister just sat there.

He said 'Did somebody want their cunny licked?' I really did

too but it was my brother. So your sister opened her legs

and my brother licked and licked until she was screaming. I

had my hand in my lap and I was getting that tingling

feeling again. Then your sister put her hand in my lap and

started rubbing. Before I knew it my eyes were rolled back

in my head and I nearly passed out. Then she said, 'Now I'll

show you how to give a good blow job.'

My brother stood up and dropped his pants. Your sister

showed me all his parts and even encouraged me to touch it.

But she said if he ever wanted me to do it with him without

her there I should tell her. So she started to suck his cock

right in front of me. I started to get the tingling

sensation again and took my brother's hand and put it in my

lap. Afterall he had let me touch him and your sister was

there. When he was getting close your sister stopped and

told me about facials, swallowing or spitting. She said she

was going to take the first shot and the rest was up to me.

Sure enough she took the first shot in her mouth but I just

let the rest fountain away. Finally, sensing I was not going

to do anything she wiped her finger across his nob and

gathered a dollop of cum. She put it into my mouth. 'You

really have to try it once or you never will,' she said. I

thought it tasted grand. I waited two years to get another

t-t-t-taste today. But I still got to watch them alot more.

And when I started watching you and my sister I knew she did

not enjoy it as much as your sister does. Anyway, my brother

says your sister gives the best blow jobs ever. I wonder how

I compare. Oh yes, suck my clittie now.. suck it! oh yea, oh

oh oh yes! You eat my pussy so good."

"Where do you think I learned?"

We all pretty much collapsed where we were at that point.

Jane fell asleep lying on top of me while I hugged her

tight. Brent and Brenda lay down on the couch in each

other's arms.

I woke up to find my morning wood being sucked on by Jane.

She was really going at it. She slid around into a 69. The

others were still asleep around the room. Then I heard

someone coming down the stairs. "What the fuck is going on

down here?" It was my dad. Looking around he saw six naked

teenage bodies and his youngest son straddled by and getting

a blow job from a real hottie.

My brother jumped up from behind Brenda, "Dad, what are you

doing home? I thought you were at the hospital."

"Obviously. Get some clothes on, all of you. Be in the

kitchen in five minutes." He turned around and mounted the

stairs.

"Keep going baby, we still have four minutes," Jane said

looking back at me.

Four and a half minutes later I was wiping my girlfriends

pussy juice off my face while looking at my feet knowing my

dad was about to let us have it. "Who wants to tell me what

happened here last night?"

"You want all the details, sir?" asked Bill.

"No smart ass. I want to know what you were thinking, having

an orgy in my house."

"Well Dad," my brother started, "I walked into my bathroom

and I found Brenda here sitting on the counter totally

naked. She was fingering herself and moaning my name saying

'eat me, Brent, eat me.' What would you have done? I did

what any teenager would do, got down on my knees and ate the

hell out her. It got a little out of control after Rob and

Jane walked in on us. Sheila and Bill were fucking

downstairs and I made sure everyone had protection."

"Well Brent, we left you in charge so you will bear the

brunt of the responsibility. You're grounded for a month.

Rob you're grounded for a week. The only reason I am going

easy on you is the condoms. The last thing we need around

here is three pregnant teenagers. The rest of you? We'll

leave that up to your parents."

"Oh no, you can't tell them!" Brenda and Sheila said

simultaneously.

"And why not? I walked in and saw it. The least they should

have to deal with is knowing what their daughters were doing

last night."

"So,"Jane said, "when word gets around to the other parents

about lack of supervision and the sexual escapades at your

house, what do you think will happen to your insurance

agency? I have a feeling my parents might drop their policy.

What about yours Brenda, Sheila, Bill?"

Sexy and smart strategist. I love this girl.

"Fine, I won't say anything to your parents unless directly

asked." He noticed Brenda and Jane were still only partially

covered. "Didn't I tell you all to get dressed? Why are you

still in your underwear?"

"We didn't have enough time to get up to your sons' rooms

where we left our clothes. We'll do that now sir."

Brenda and Jane headed for the stairs and Brent and I were

about to follow, "You boys can stay down here. I don't think

they need anymore help from you. My god the smell of sex in

here is overwhelming."

Two days later my sister Melody in a full leg cast was

carried into the house and up the stairs by her boyfriend,

Steve, whose sister, Brenda was helping by carrying her

flowers... convenient. Mom and Dad, Brent and I, Steve and

Brenda stood and sat around her room talking. Sex was not a

topic but it hung heavy in the air. Melody was thankful for

the attention, "But mom, you've been with me in the hospital

for two days. You ought to make Dad take you out to dinner

and a movie."

My dad interjected, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

He stared pointedly at my brother and I. To my knowledge he

had not shared our escapades with my mother.

"Really honey, I was getting awfully tired of hospital food.

We can skip the movie but I would really like something

decent to eat. And I don't feel like cooking. Steve will

wait on Melody, hand and foot. The kids can order pizza."

He would either have to tell her the truth or take her to

dinner. "Fine, is Rosario's ok?" She nodded. He whipped out

his cell phone to make reservations while mom went to

shower.

I went to my room and got back to work on Jane's Pokemon

collection. I had little else to do for the week being

grounded. My AIM window popped up. Jane sent me a new jpg

file. I almost did not want to open it since I would not see

her for another five long days. She had written a long story

about Ash and Misty with illustrations.

She was no longer online so I sent her a text, "How can you

do this to me? You know I can't see you for the rest of the

week."

"Your sister got home today?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Your mom is making your dad take her out to eat?"

"Yeah."

"And what will you be doing?"

"Jerking off thinking about you now."

"Or we could skip to page three as soon as your parents

leave the house. I bought a box of condoms and I am around

the corner waiting for their car to leave."

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.

Brenda knocked on my doorframe. "Your dad wants to know what

you want on the pizza." She glanced over my shoulder to my

computer. "Oh, did Jane send you that new story?"

I turned off the computer monitor, "Pepperoni and mushroom.

Do you know what Jane likes?"

"Oh, is she coming over?"

"Shhhh. She's around the corner waiting for my mom and dad

to leave."

"Your dad got reservations for one hour from now, so they

should be leaving in around 30 minutes. Too bad they aren't

going to a movie too."

"Well, you don't know my mom. She may change his mind. But

we should have a couple hours at least before they get

home."

"I wish there was a way to keep them away for the night."

"Not likely."

While my mother was getting dressed my dad called us into

Melody's room, "Simple rules: no couple wandering off by

themselves. Eat the pizza. Then Steve and Brenda head home.

My boys can take care of their sister." Somebody sniggered.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. I don't want a

repeat performance of the other night. We'll be calling to

check in and we'll be back by eleven."

"Dad, what happened the other night?" my sister asked

innocently.

"You don't need to know," he said.

I had a sneaking suspiscion she already knew.

I headed back to my room and the four of them sat around

with the door open, completely innocent. Mom came in looking

super fine, "You two have a good time tonight."

"We will honey. It might be a short night though because I'm

tired and sore from sleeping in the chair at the hospital."

"What you need is a good massage like the one you had one

that cruise."

"That would be wonderful. I'll have to look into that

tomorrow."

Ding ding ding, bells going off in my head! The pizza

arrived before my parents left and they paid the driver. We

all sat around Melody's bed eating pizza. Finally the

parents were heading out the door. "Be good," my mom said.

My dad just glared and me and Brent.

"Ok, quick, now that they're gone. I have an idea to keep

them away for the rest of the night if you guys agree." I

explained the conversation with my mom. "So, all we have to

do is book them a couples massage and a night's stay at the

Winston. We have Rosarios tell them they won it but it has

to be used tonight."

"That sounds expensive," my brother said.

"It is until you remember my mom is assistant manager at the

Winston," said Jane coming into the room. I smiled as she

slid into my lap and grabbed a piece of pizza. "You call

Rosarios and I'll call the Winston. Get their email address

and I will have them send a certificate so it looks

official."

A few minutes later and it was all set up. When our parents

got to Rosarios they would be told they were the 10,000th

customer and they were in for a treat. We even bought them a

bottle of cheap champagne. Dad would have to foot the bill

on the rest of dinner though. Thirty minutes later I got a

text from mom, "Thanks hon. I won't tell your dad. Whatever

you guys did the other night, this makes up for it." I

shared the text with the others. Then I took Jane by the

hand and led her to my room.

"Page three?" I asked.

"We have more time now, but yes, page three."

I slid my hands up her shirt and grabbed her breasts as we

kissed. I wedged her shirt up and off. My lips found her

right nipple and I and a lathered with my tongue before

biting gently. She was grabbing at my shorts and managed to

shove them down with my boxers withour unbuttoning them. My

already erect cock rubbed against her belly. She took it in

her hand and started sliding up and down with the slippery

precum lubricant. I slid my hands into her shorts and groped

her smooth ass. She looked up at me and our lips met in a

passionate kiss. My hands slid further down and felt the

heat and moisture of her sex while she rolled the condom

down my cock. She was ready already. I spun her around and

bent her over the end of my bed. I ripped her shorts down

but kept them hanging on one ankle. "Are you ready Misty?"

"Oh yes, Ash, fuck me hard!"

I lined my hard tool up and slid in with one smooth stroke.

Her pussy welcomed me and she moaned her pleasure. She

reached between our merged legs and massaged my dangling

balls. "Oh Ash, your cock fills me completely." I started

sliding in and out, slowly at first, but quickly picking up

the pace. "Oh yes, Ash. Give it to me. Give me your hard

cock! Harder, faster, yes! YES!" There was a flash of light

and my balls exploded.

I held my cock deep inside Jane as I filled the end of the

condom with multiple spurts from my hard quavering meat. I

whispered in her ear, "Misty, I love your hot pussy. As long

as I live there will never be another girl for me."

As I backed my still hard cock out of Jane's shivering body

there was another flash of light. This time I did not

attribute it to the sex but caught Steve standing in the

doorway wanking away taking pictures, "Sorry dude, but your

sister wanted to know what had this little hottie screaming

so loud."

"Do me a favor and get a shot of this too," Jane turned

around and crouched in front of me. She rolled the condom

back up my cock. When it got to the end the cum exploded all

over. She put the tip of my dripping glistening cock on her

tongue as Steve snapped multiple photos. Then she stood up

walked over to him very sensuously and slammed the door in

his face. When I saw that picture later I nearly creamed my

pants. She was still wearing her white shoes and anklets,

her panties were hanging off her ankle, and she had two

fingers inside her hot box. It was just like one of her

drawings and a perfect reminder of the hottest sex we had.

Jane walked back over to me and knelt in front of me. She

took my softening cock in her mouth and proceeded to clean

it off with her marvelous tongue action. "Misty you are such

a great cock sucker."

"There we go, all cleaned up," she said standing back up.

"Come here I want to show you something." She seated me in

my desk chair and sat in my lap. She turned my computer

monitor back on and saw what I had last been looking at, her

story. "I have something even better," she said. She opened

a browser and went to a web site that had porntoons. She

logged in and we started watching.

"I don't have a credit card so I could never get onto one of

these sites."

"I don't have one either but since they stole some of my fan

fiction I threatened to sue them. I got a free membership.

Now I submit to them my drawings and stories. Some of my

stories have even been converted to movie shorts, like this

one." There we were, Misty and Ash, Misty bent over the bed

with Ash nailing her from behind, her panties in a wad

around one ankle. My cock was straining to poke up between

her warm thighs.

"Oh, looks like my magic missile is ready to shoot again!"

"It's always ready for you. I just don't know what I want to

do next. I want to suck you, lick you, fuck you. I want to

feel you, squeeze you, make long passionate love to you.

It's not just sex. If we were old enough I would marry you

right now. You are my soulmate. We both sense it."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I will marry you. I love you too. If you really meant

it."

"I told you before I would never lie to you. You will be

legal with permission from your parents when you turn

sixteen. I will marry you that day if you want."

"But what good is being married if we have no jobs, no

money, no education?"

"My turn to show you something..." I opened a new link on my

computer and my poker account popped up. I had opened it in

my Dad's name but the money is all mine, technically at

least. "When I went to Japan, all of the card players were

playing poker. I found I had a knack for the game. I took

several thousand off those chumps. One of the guys needed

his cash back so he offered me a 20% boost if I took it in

online dollars. I have turned it into over a million online.

You ought to see the speculation about who I am. You're the

only person I've told except the guy that traded me my stake

and my dad."

Jane was in shock, "This is all too much. I have to tell

somebody something. Can we tell your sister we're getting

married at least?"

"Sure, let's put some clothes back on."

We walked into the hallway and immediately heard the sounds

of sex coming from my sister's room. "Are you sure you want

to go in there?"

"Why not, we saw your brother the other day. And your sister

has pictures of us together."

All four of them were on the bed together. Mouths were

everywhere. Mostly it was Brenda with Brent and Steve with

Melody, but occasionally a hand or tongue would stray. We

stood there shell shocked. Jane pointed to the desk. My

sister's computer monitor flashed a series of photos of

people having sex, including me and Jane, Steve and Melody,

Brent and Brenda, older pictures of Steve and Melody

(obvious because her cast was not on), then pictures of

Brent eating pussy from first person pov, Melody sucking

cock the same way (obviously not Steve's uncut slab, and

then a group picture of Brent, Steve, and Melody having a

three-way. I picked up the camera and began snapping

pictures to add to their collection. "Guys, just thought we

would let you be the first to know, Jane and I are getting

married in four months." That induced a great shot of my

brother shooting a fountain into Brenda's waiting mouth.

Then my sister diving into catch the remaining gush. At the

time Steve had his mouthful of my sister's pussy and I got a

good shot of that as well. Brenda moved to a chair by the

bed and beckoned my fiance over. I followed as Jane returned

to her first lover and began to lick her juicy flowing

pussy.

"Brent said I could fuck Robbie one time but I guess that's

out of the question now."

Jane looked up to me and back to Brenda, "We might be able

to work something out for the bachelorette party. Afterall,

he has had just one pussy and might never get another one.

In fact I think every girl at the party should get a chance

to know what they will be missing out on. It would be a

shame for his wife to have had more pussy than him."

"Let me see it, please."

Jane reached over and pulled my shorts down then shoved me

in Brenda's direction. She reached out and guided my

trembling cock to her waiting mouth. I almost forgot about

the camera. I took several shots from my pov then handed it

off to Steve who shot the three of us together, my fiance

eating Brenda's pussy while Brenda sucked me off, a great

way to start the wedding album, the groom, the bride and the

maid of honor.