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{ASSM} Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part One 2/2 <*> {Bingain} (mf, m-1st, inc, cons, rom, ScFi, oral, anal) Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part 1 (Chapter 4-5) The Siblings' Adventure Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain (mf, m-1st, inc, cons, rom, ScFi, oral, anal) An HTML version of this story is available at http://www.asstr.org/~bingain/. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------- It started to rain when they saw a campsite not far away from them. "It's raining!" she said. "Hmm, this is new to me. This game is really cool," he said. "I don't like it. I'm getting wet." He smiled as he noted her embarrassment when her soaked clothes began clinging onto her skin, showing all the details of her figure to him. She saw his smile and glared at him. He turned his back to her, bent forward, but didn't get a kick at the ass. He turned around. She was giggling. "Next time it'll be an arrow," she said. They got closer to the campsite, and found that it was enclosed with huge timbers, with only one entrance. There was a small stone bridge extending from the entrance, crossing over a stream, to the path. They jogged in the rain, across the bridge and into the encampment. "It's still raining in here," she said. "Weird, it's not supposed to have rain when we're inside," he said, while checking out the site. There was a campfire in the center of the enclosure. An old man who looked like a scholar in a robe was standing there, smiling at them. To the north, there was a small tent, with a witch in a gown in front of it. To the east, there was a tiny bunker with a huge dog-like animal laying in front. To the west was a hut, with a nice looking woman in a cloak outside it. None of the people were wet, despite the rain. "Let's go talk to the scholar," he said. They went to the old man, who started to talk when they were a few feet from him. "Welcome to Kulalumkar, my friends. My name is Adrenles. What can I do for you? Do you want information about Kulalumkar, or information about Jeo the corrupted wizard, or..." "Tell us about Kulalumkar, please," Tim said. Adrenles said, "Kulalumkar is a..." He halted when a lightning bolt struck the camp. He kept smiling at the siblings, but didn't continue with his speech. "Hello?" Tim asked Adrenles. Adrenles didn't respond; he kept on smiling. "What happened?" Deborah said. "I have no clue," Tim said, and turned around to see what happened to the other people in the camp. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The witch, the huge dog, and the nice looking woman were all gone. He turned back. Adrenles was still smiling at them. Tim raised a hand to touch him, and he touched air. He stretched his hand further, and his hand went through Adrenles. He turned to look at his step-sister. She was gazing at him in fear and horror. "What happened?" she said again. "I don't know," he said, and started to look for other people in the encampment. Deborah clung on to him, grabbing his arm tightly. The campsite was empty. Nobody else was in the camp, except the image of Adrenles, who was still smiling. "I think something went wrong on the camp routines," Tim finally said. "Let's get out of here." They stopped at the bridge when they saw what was outside the camp. There were literally hundreds of trolls, all looking like the one they killed earlier, stamping around, waving their clubs, howling angrily, at the other side of the stream. Tim and Deborah started to step back, slowly, into the encampment. Deborah said in terror, "Will they come over to attack us?" "No, it's a fundamental feature that monsters can't get into town boundaries. It's for safety, security, and many other game-play reasons," he explained. Sure enough, none of the trolls had a bit of intent to step on the bridge. They seemed safe on this side of the stream, but they couldn't get out. "Why's it there are so many of them?" she asked again. "I don't know, must be some bugs or faults on the server," Tim said. He thought for a moment, then turned back to check that the lone Adrenles was still smiling at the air. "I think we should quit the game," he said. "I think so too," she said. He removed the cover on his silver bracelet and pressed the button. Nothing happened. He waited for a few seconds, and pressed it again. Again, nothing happened. He repeated it several times, all with the same result. He looked at his sister. She had a very scared look in her eyes. "Try yours," he said. She removed the cover on her bracelet and pressed the button. He saw her hand and fingers shaking. There was no response. She started pressing the button repeatedly in panic. Then she burst into tears. He held her in his arms. He wasn't feeling any better than her. He didn't know what to do. He knew his real body was still at the gaming center and safe, but his mind was stuck in this static place with countless deadly monsters outside. He was scared himself. She eventually raised her head to look at him. "What do we do now?" she asked. "I don't know," he said, "but I guess we've got to hang on till they get us out of here." Another flash of lightning lighted up the dark sky, followed by growling thunder. Deborah clung closer to her step-brother. He looked up into the sky. It was getting darker and darker. Within a short while, it would be total darkness, except the glowing campfire in the center of the encampment. Rain was still pouring down. They were both wet, inside and out. Luckily, he didn't feel cold. "I think we should get a shelter first," he said. He held his sister's hand in his and went for the bunker, which looked like the most concrete structure in the entire camp. The bunker looked big from outside but was tiny inside. It was more like a doghouse. In fact, it smelled like one, too. He looked at his sister, who shook her head at him. They went for the tent. To their amazement, it was much bigger inside -- to the extent one person could lie inside comfortably, and two would be a bit crowded. The ground was covered with some kind of thick vinyl-like sheet, and it was dry inside. He looked at her again. She had a slightly relieved smile as she went inside. "I will go check the hut," he said. "You stay here." "No! Don't leave me here, please!" She clamped on to his arm so tightly, it was nearly painful. "Don't worry, you're safe here," he said. As he prepared to straighten up, he saw the fear in her eyes. "All right, we'll take a rest here." He sat on the ground and his sister snuggled beside him, still clinging onto him. They heard the sound of raindrops hitting the tent, the occasional roaring of remote thunder, and their own breathing. He tried to think about the best option they had to get out of this damn situation, but came up with nothing. He felt a little tired and dizzy. He turned his head to check his sister. She was dropping her head on his shoulder, nearly dozing. He shifted a little bit and she jolted awake. She looked up at him through the very dim light coming from the fire outside. "Do you want to lie down?" he asked. She thought briefly, and nodded. She lay down on the sheet. "Do you?" she said. He lay down beside her. She snuggled close and held his arm in her hands, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She fell asleep within moments. He heard her breathing in rhythm, and soon dozed off himself. He wasn't sure if it was the distant thunder that woke him up. He opened his eyes, and found he was still in the tent lying beside his step-sister. She was still snuggling against him, holding his arm in her hands. He smelled her slightly sweaty and feminine scent, which, for some strange reason, was pretty arousing to him. He felt her soft breast against his arm. The nice sensation overcame the soreness in his aching arm. Then he found out that his sister's leg was draped across his thigh. He felt the contact through the fabric. He felt blood gathering at the bottom of his trunk. His instinct was to push her leg off his thigh, but as his hand was almost on her leg, his better instincts instructed him to do something else. He began stroking her thigh tenderly. He knew he would get busted if she found out what he was doing, but he couldn't help himself. She didn't seem to realize what he was doing, since she was asleep. She held his arm closer, and he felt his arm pressed firmly against her breast. His mouth got dryer and dryer as he continued stroking her thigh. His heartbeat raced faster and faster. Deborah shifted a little. He was staggered. He stopped all his movements, almost including his heartbeat. "Don't stop," she murmured softly beside him. He was stunned. He didn't know if she was talking in her dream, or if she was awake and was aware of what he had been doing to her. He felt his heartbeat had actually stopped. He saw his hand stuck in midair. "Don't stop," she murmured again. He couldn't respond. He was as fixed as a statue. "It feels good, do it again," she murmured. He knew she was awake and was aware of the situation. He didn't know for how long. He felt his face heating up. He also felt smoothness and warmth again as his hand went back to her thighs again. Without waiting for instruction from his blank mind, his hand started stroking her thigh again. He kept on stroking her thighs while blood inside him flowed faster and faster. She was also breathing slightly heavier beside him. Then she shifted a little bit and freed one of her arms from his. He stopped. "Don't stop," she said softly, and she put her hand on his thigh as well. He almost jumped on the contact. He felt his cock was getting harder and harder, as well as hotter and hotter. He started caressing her thigh with longer and heavier strokes. His breath became heavier, and so was hers. He felt her hand starting to move closer to his most sensitive area very slowly. At last, her hand found his bulge, and stroked him softly through the fabric. He couldn't believe this. He turned to look at her. She was looking at him with a smile, a very sweet smile which he had never seen on her face before. She kept on stroking his bulge, and he felt tension growing as the sensation intensified. He gnashed and held his breath. He couldn't fight the tension. It was released when he felt his cock pulsating and shooting in his pants. He felt sticky fluid in his pants, which was kind of uncomfortable. He realized he wasn't caressing her anymore. He looked at his sister again. She was still smiling, but a slightly different kind of smile, half teasing and half sly. She didn't stop stroking, though, even as his cock was shrinking slowly. "Don't stop, I like it," she said again. He couldn't resist anymore. Instead of caressing her again, he moved his face over to kiss her. She didn't resist. Their lips touched. Their lips massaged each others' for a while, before he felt her tongue begin probing in between his lips. He sucked her tongue softly and met her tongue with his. She quickly retreated her tongue and he started chasing hers, and licking her tongue when he found it. She eventually gave in and dueled with his tongue while sucking on it. He realized his hand was caressing her breast. He felt her stiff nipple standing turgidly in his palm. He started squeezing her boobs gently, and played with her nipple alternatively. He heard her moaning into his mouth. He started kissing her more passionately. Her hand had gone underneath his leather garment and was stroking his bare skin. He involuntarily pressed his groin against hers. She started to moan louder, and wrapped her legs around him. She broke the kiss. "Timmy, Timmy," she half said it and half moaned. "Oh, Timmy, get my damn clothes off, please." He struggled, but eventually stripped her archer outfit off her, until she was completely naked, except for her boots. Tim went crazy as soon as he could see her body. He started kissing and stroking her all over, while she moaned loudly. When she got a break from his assault, she started pulling his gear off him, armor, belt, pants, and even his boots. They glued together again, kissing fervently. Tim knew his cock was once again a hot steel rod. He started bumping his cock on her groin. "Oh, ah, Timmy! Oh, ah, brother!" Deborah started raving. The word 'brother' struck him hard, and Tim almost jumped out of the tent. He realized he was about to have sex with his step-sister. He couldn't do that, even though another side of him wanted to do so. "Deb, I'm sorry," he said, breathing heavily. She stared at him, eyes wide open, and breathing as heavily as he was. "Sorry, Deb, I shouldn't have done this; you're my sister," he said. It seemed Deborah had just realized what she was doing. Her face went flush red. But she said something different. "Are we still in the game?" Tim knew they were in the tent, so they were in the game. "Yes, we are," he said. "Then it doesn't matter," she said, and before he had a chance to say anything, had stopped his ability to talk by kissing him vigorously. They lost control, twisting their tongues and bodies, kissing, fondling, moaning, and groaning. She grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her secret heaven. She looked into his eyes. "I need you, Timmy, give it to me," she struggled to say in between her breathy moans and her kisses. Tim felt the tip of his cock touching her wet and swollen lips between her thighs. He nodded and started pushing slowly inside. His glans was engulfed by her interior muscles. It was a heavenly experience. He was trying to push deeper, when a lightning bolt struck right into the camp, right into the tent, and right into the siblings. He lost consciousness momentarily. Tim opened his eyes again, and realized he wasn't on top of his sister, but was in the chair in the gaming room. He saw a group of technicians there. They sighed in relief when they saw him open his eyes, and gathered to remove the blanket and accessories from him. Tim turned around, and saw another group of technicians doing the same thing to Deborah. Then Tim saw another man not wearing a uniform. He started talking, even though Tim still had some problems understanding everything. Eventually, he gathered enough information about what happened. One of the processing units in that new room stopped working properly, and caused some routines of the gaming software to malfunction. The game was practically stalled, but these people had problems terminating the software. They didn't know if it was safe to just unplug the wires to bring the two clients back to reality. They got the manager in; they called technical support; they called the game developer; and, finally, found a way to shut down the game. The manager was initially reluctant to do so, as it would cause all 'Sedart' games to terminate and all data would be lost, but he finally gave the order to do it. The siblings had been in the 'game' for a little more than three hours before they were rescued. The manager, who was the man not wearing a uniform, continued to talk non-stop to express his apology. He told Tim that he had put in another $2000 worth of game money into his account, and pleaded that Tim keep quiet about the accident they experienced. Tim actually didn't know if he had agreed to the manager's proposal. His mind remained blank until later, when the bus they were on was a few blocks from his house. He and Deborah got off the bus and started walking home. Tim started to recall what he could remember. He instinctively put a hand into his front pocket and reached over his crotch. He felt an uncomfortable, sticky wetness in his briefs. It was like what happened when he had wet dreams a few years back. He glanced at Deborah. She was looking at him as well, and as their eyes met, her face flushed. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually asked, "Do you remember what happened in the game?" Deborah hesitated for a moment as well. "I'm not sure, I think I remember some, do you?" she said. "Same thing. Did I do anything to you? Anything I shouldn't have?" She thought for another brief moment. "No, I don't think so," she said. Tim went for a shower as soon as they got home. He was still very much puzzled about the weird experience. He had been to virtual reality games quite a number of times before, but never had any similar experience. He had been hurt, and had even been killed in some games, but as soon as he was back to the reality, all he could remember was the pleasure he had when he killed the monsters or completed the quests; he never had any scars left on his body. It was totally different this time. Tim wasn't sure if he should discuss this with his sister, who had been avoiding him since they got home. He went to bed earlier than usual, as he actually felt quite exhausted. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5 ----------------------------------------------------- Tim woke up very early the next morning. His alarm clock told him it was only seven in the morning. He didn't know why he got up so early. He tried to get back to sleep, but his eyes wouldn't stay closed. Something was still bothering him, so he decided to get up. He knew his parents were both gone to work already. He got out of his bed, put on his boxer pants, went out of his room, and started moving toward the bathroom. He passed his sister's room, where he stopped, looked at her door, and wondered if she was awake, and whether he should say hello to her if she was awake. Deborah's room door opened and he saw his step- sister. She was wearing a tee shirt as her pajamas. She got it from him a few months ago with her glaring tactic. She had a surprised look on her face. He knew he had that same look, as well as a throbbing heart. "Good morning..." Deborah said, "Tim... Timmy. What're you doing?" "Good morning, Deb," he said. "You're up early." "Can't sleep. You're early too." "Can't sleep," he said. She fixed her eyes on his face. Neither of them talked. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what she was about to say. "Why don't you come in?" she said, and stepped back to allow him to get in the door. He went into her room and turned to look at her. She turned to close the door, then came over to him. She looked at his chest, and slowly ran her fingers on it. "Been thinking of you," she said softly, without looking up. Tim took a couple of deep breaths. He didn't know what to say. "Did you jerk off last night?" she asked. Her voice was almost inaudible. Tim took a couple of deep breaths again, nodded his head, and said, "Yes." He knew his ears were red. He had jerked off during the shower the previous night, thinking of the moment he had with her while in the tent in the game. It was the strongest orgasm he had had in a long time. "Who were you thinking of?" she asked again, still looking at his chest. He struggled for a brief moment. "You," he said. He felt sinful for thinking of her, and felt shameful revealing the fact to her. "I did it, too, and thought of you, too," she said softly. He couldn't hold it anymore. He held Deborah closely in his arms. The moment she looked up at him, he pressed his lips onto hers. They kissed with great passion. He held her as closely to himself as possible while moving his hands on her back. She pressed her body against him while stroking him through the fabric. She slid her hand inside his tee and caressed his back. He lowered his hands and stroked her ass through her tee. He snatched the cotton and pulled the bottom of her garment up. He then cupped her ass cheeks through the thin silky material. He moved a hand upward to feel her smooth skin on her back. He felt her soft breasts pressing against his chest. They broke the kiss, so they could peel the annoying fabric obstacles off each other. They fell into her bed and resumed kissing avidly. The air surrounding them seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. He could feel her breasts pulsating faster and faster. He felt his bulge becoming more and more intolerable. He found his breath heavier and heavier. Deborah broke the kiss and looked eagerly at his eyes. "Let's finish it," she said softly. Tim moved on top of her, but out of the blue, some words slipped out of his mouth, "We're not in the game now." "I still want you, Timmy," Deborah said, "I'm on pills, don't worry." She stopped him from further debate by pulling his head down and pressing her lips on his. They kissed for a while, before Tim's instinct guided him into a position between her widely spread thighs. Tim found his glans against her wet and swollen labia again. He looked into her eyes. She was looking passionately at him with an encouraging smile. He pushed himself inside her. He was at once surrounded by her internal muscles again. He carefully made his way deeper and deeper until their groins met, and groaned both in pleasure and in relief, as no lightning broke the dream this time. He looked at Deborah and saw her eyes sparkling in rapture, and she was smiling in relief. He let his instincts to do the work and enjoyed the godly feeling inside her, hearing her humming and moaning, and feeling her caressing his body. He felt tension building up; he knew he was close to it, even though he didn't want it finish so early. He wanted both of them to enjoy it longer, but he couldn't help himself. He exploded inside her. He had devoted his virginity to his step-sister, something he had dreamed about but never dared to even think about. He took a few deep breaths while still supporting himself with his arms. He looked at her. She was still smiling and looking at him, and still stroking him tenderly. While it was the first time he had sex, he wasn't totally naïve. He knew from the expression on her face that she wasn't there yet. He felt bad. "I'm sorry, Deb, I... I'm too... fast," he muttered, "and you're not... there yet." "Don't worry, Timmy, I like it," she said. "I don't always have it during, I mean, when doing this." She giggled at her own disclosure, but continued caressing him, and started wrapping her legs around his hips. Even though his manhood was shrinking inside her, he still felt extremely heavenly and erotic. He looked at her again. "I can do that for you, but... but you have to tell me how to do it right," he said. "You've never done it?" "Nope." "So you always just... just fuck?" She blushed a bit when asking. "This is my first time." Deborah had a strange smile on her face, which grew bigger and bigger. "I'm glad to be your first one," she said. "Oh my goodness, I'm honored. No wonder it felt so good." She giggled again, while her face grew pinker. He smiled in a little embarrassment. She pulled him down to kiss him again. "No," she whispered in his ear after the kiss, "I don't want you to do it the other way. Don't get out of me, and... don't you dare leave my bed until I have it." He smiled, and kissed her tenderly. He wrapped around her and pressed his body as closely against her as possible. She swayed her hips gently to give both of them a sensational feeling. She sucked his tongue keenly, and squeezed his ass rhythmically. He felt life starting to come back to his cock. It swelled and swelled, and was soon surrounded by her milky envelope again. He started pushing himself up, but she stopped him. She rolled on top of him and straddled him, with his shaft inside her. She smiled at him while moving her hips. He started to groan and move his hips, meeting her rhythm. She started to rock her hips and bent down to him, supporting herself with her arms, looking into his eyes. Her hair flowed from beside her face and came down to his face. He raised his hand to cup her bouncing boobs, and started squeezing, playing, and rubbing her. She moaned at the contact. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head backward as she made louder and louder moans. She rocked more and more vigorously, slamming her groin into his with every stroke. She yielded out a scream, and arched backward, shuddering all over. He felt his cock being massaged with wave after wave of spasms inside her tunnel. He was frenzied, and started zealous thrusts from below, while grabbing her ass forcefully. His balls convulsed. He gave his strongest thrust of the morning, and exploded deep inside her as she let out a shrieking sigh and collapsed on him. It took him a while for his explosion to subside. Both of them were breathless. They stayed motionless for a while. When he gathered enough strength, he held her closely, licked the sweat from her face, and rubbed her back gently. After a while, she reacted by kissing him, until they were breathless again. They stayed in her bed until it was almost too late for work. They shared a shower quickly and they went out to work. ----------------------------------------------------- The next morning, as soon as he heard his parents going out the door, Tim got out of his bed and went toward the door. When he opened the door, he saw Deborah standing outside his door, smiling at him. She threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately. "Timmy, Timmy," she whispered after the kiss. "Do you know I've never felt for a guy so much? Do you know how much I want you?" "I didn't," he whispered back. "Do you know how bad I felt? It's so damn hard to prevent the sinful crime of thinking about you." "To hell goes the sinful crime," she whispered. "You should've patted my ass whenever I wiggled at you. Hell, you should've rubbed it." She pressed her breasts against his chest. Tim lowered his hands to rub her ass, while pressing his bulge against her body. "You wiggled to draw my attention?" he asked. She nibbled his ear. "We don't even have a dog in the house," she said. "Who else will see?" Tim kept rubbing her ass. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said. "Timmy, Timmy," she sighed at his ear. "Why didn't I give you a blow job to make you fuck me? Wouldn't that be more direct?" He almost choked. "I don't suppose it's too late, is it?" he whispered teasingly. "To hell with the blow job," she whispered. "You're going to fuck my brains out, fuck me till I die." She started pulling his tee off, over his head. Tim pulled her tee off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She dropped to her knees, and pulled his jockey briefs down his legs. Before he stepped out of his underpants, she was bobbing her head, sucking his cock, and playing with his balls. Tim had oral sex before, but it was far more sensational this time. The joyful signals sent by the cells on his cock were like pumping his heart out of his mouth. She didn't do it for long. She got on her feet and kissed him again. "I don't want you to come in my mouth now. I'm too horny. I want you to come inside me, over and over, please!" she whispered after the kiss. Tim took her into his bed. His adrenaline level had never been so high. His cock had never been so hot and rock-hard. Deborah wasn't even smiling, her eyes were full of desire, as she grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her slit. She was already very wet. Tim was also hornier than he had ever been. The moment his glans was engulfed by her labia, he thrust his cock all the way into her pussy, slamming his pelvis into hers. "Oh yes! Timmy. Oh yes! Fuck me hard!" she moaned as she dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him as he shoveled inside her, and raising her hips to meet his thrust. "Oh yes! Timmy! Harder! Oh yes! Fuck me and love me!" she yelled. Timmy was glad he had already fucked her the day before, and had become a little more accustomed to her pussy. He believed if this was the first fuck, he would have shot the moment she moaned. He felt his breath getting heavier as he moved faster and harder inside her. Her moaning was mixed with his groaning, their noisy breathing, and the slamming sound when their pelvises met. Although the air-conditioning was delivering chilled air, Tim started getting sweated. He also saw Deborah sweating. Her eyes were wide open, shimmering in delight. He thrust at a speed he never thought possible. His sweat began dripping from his face onto her body. His cock was delivering blissful signals he had never felt before. He started to feel his balls convulsing. He gnashed his teeth in an effort to delay his explosion. Deborah slammed her hips hard onto his, and her eyes became dull. She dug her fingernails deeply into his ass, arched her back, clenched her teeth, and held her breath, as her internal muscles began convulsing and gripping his cock tightly inside her. The stimulation was overwhelming. Tim managed to thrust as deep as he could before he shot inside her. Her heavenly muscles kept on squeezing every drop of his ejaculation from his cock. They kept on squashing his cock as it began to soften slowly. The moment Deborah dropped her back onto the mattress with a long heave, Tim's shaken hands couldn't support his weight anymore, and he fell onto her. She wrapped him tightly, with both her arms and legs. They both panted heavily. She kept on holding him on top of her even after he had regained some strength and wanted to roll off her. "My goodness!" she whispered a while later. "Have I ever come so hard before?" "I haven't," he managed to say. "Have you?" "Hell, no!" she panted. "I almost passed out!" Tim struggled to roll sideways, and rolled Deborah on top of him. "Where's your brain now?" he said. "Hell if I know," she whispered, and giggled. He grabbed her ass tenderly, while moving his hips slowly as he felt the blessing of his softened cock inside her warm pussy. "Hmm..." she hummed, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling, as she swayed her hips slightly. "Goodness, you aren't going to make me come again even when soft, are you?" she said teasingly. He chuckled slightly. "Do you think I can?" he asked. She opened her eyes. "Do you want to?" she said, smiling lasciviously. "I surely want to," he said. "I bet your brain has already come back." She thought for a moment, and said, "No, you've just come inside me." "I don't mind," he said, "I want to make you feel joyful." She thought again. "Okay, but don't force yourself, promise?" she said. He didn't answer. He gently rolled her on her back, and moved his head towards her groin. "Tell me how you like it," he said. She spread her legs, put her fingers over her labia, and spread them slightly to reveal her slit. He slowly led his tongue towards her slit, and lapped around. She quivered a little on the contact, and let out a sigh. He began sticking his tongue into her pussy, as she raised her groin into his face. She started moaning as he ran his tongue inside her. "Oh! Goodness! Oh! Goodness!" she moaned, and withdrew her fingers from her labia. She started stroking his hair. Tim replaced her fingers with his, and continued licking her. He smelled her strong aroma, which was extremely arousing. He tasted some juices; he didn't know if they were her juices or his cum. He swallowed them. He kept on licking as she quivered more. "Oh! My goodness," she moaned. "Get your damn finger in, please!" He began probing a finger inside her heavenly passage, while licking around her lips. "Oh! My goodness! Oh! One more," she panted. He added another finger inside her pussy and thrust in and out. Her entire body was shivering, while her hips moved up and down as his fingers fucked her pussy. She moaned louder and louder. "Oh! Goodness! Oh! My!" she yelled. "Know... know... know where... my... my... clit... clit?" Tim wasn't naïve, he had read a lot of articles online. He found her hood above her pussy, and lapped his tongue around it, while continuing his action with his fingers. He probed his tongue inside the hood, and felt a nub inside. She screamed on contact. He started licking around the hood and the nub, thrusting his fingers faster and faster inside her pussy, as she pushed her pelvis into his hand and face, screaming and moaning. Her groin hit right into his jaws when she arched her back high into the air. She was motionless and voiceless as her internal muscles told him she was having another orgasm. He slowed his motion down, kept it to a feathery touch, and waited for her to get over. It looked like she could have orgasms non-stop. Eventually, she fell flat onto the mattress again, panting heavily. Tim stopped his actions, climbed to see her face. She had closed her eyes, her breasts heaving while breathing hard. He stroked her arms and waist gently while she was recovering. "You're killing me, Timmy baby," she said with a sweet smile when she opened her eyes. "I'm not going to have my brain for another century." He smiled at her. "Gosh, I love this," he said. She stretched out her arms, "Come to me, baby," she said softly. He leaned to her and they wrapped tightly together, enjoying the aftermath and body contact. She kissed him, nibbled and licked his ear, while he stroked her back and ass. "Too bad, Timmy baby," she whispered after a while. "I should've kept my cherry for you." "I don't mind," he said softly. She nibbled his ear again. "I'm still a virgin though, technically," she whispered. "Technically?" "Nobody has ever fucked me from behind yet. I'd love to have you pop my only remaining cherry," she whispered. He raised his head to look at her eyes. "You want me to fuck you in your ass?" he asked. "Well, you told me you were going to add something to my ass, didn't you?" she said, smiling. "Don't tell me you wanted to put an arrow into it." He chuckled. "Will it hurt?" he asked. "Hell if I know," she said, giggling. "It's unexplored yet, so you have to do it tenderly." He smiled at her. "I'll be tender," he said. She whispered, "Do you have condoms?" "I'm not sure," he said. He leaned over to his night table and searched the drawer. He didn't find anything. He looked at her. She giggled, and thought for a moment. "I think I may still have a couple before I started my pills," she said. "Go to my room and wait for me. I'm going to get something first." She hesitated briefly, and put on the tee-shirt and went out of his room. Tim struggle off his bed and went into her room. A couple minutes later Deborah came in with a bottle of olive oil in her hand. She pulled the tee-shirt off, smiled at Tim, and walked toward her bed. Tim enjoyed looking at her boobs bouncing as she walked. She went through her drawer and got out a tiny package. "Over here, Timmy baby," she said. Tim went over to her, his rigid cock saluting at her. Deborah giggled, ran her fingers over his film coated manhood, and said teasingly, "Goodness, I love this arrow." Tim chuckled as she peeled open the package, got a condom out, and put it on his cock. She then gave Tim the bottle of olive oil, and said, "I have no lubrications in my ass, so you have to put this on your cock and my... my... ass." She then stood in front of her bed, spread her legs, bent forward, and stretched her hand on the mattress. He smiled, and applied some oil on the tightly stressed rubber. He rubbed some oil over her anus. He then held his oily cock in his hand and guided it towards her hole. "I'm here now," he said. She took a deep breath. "Okay, come in slowly, baby," she said. He began pushing. Her ass was very tight. He struggled, but finally his glans was inside her ass. "Oh!" she let out a soft cry, then a sigh. "Come in very, very slow," she instructed. He slowly pushed his cock into her ass. Her unexplored tunnel was so tight he had a hard time moving inside. He put his hands on her ass cheeks to support himself, and moved forward inch by inch. Eventually, his groin met her ass. "God, you're so tight," he said, "but it feels heavenly." "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she said, "Oh, it feels good too. Don't move now! Oh, I like this feeling, it's like your cock is in my stomach." He let his cock stay deep inside her ass, and stroked her ass cheek gently. "Gosh, I love your ass, my cock is getting bigger and bigger," he said. She bent a little forward, and his cock went out of her ass a little. "Oh yes! Your cock is getting bigger! It's filling me up!" she said. "Do me now! Do me tenderly." He began moving his cock out of her ass, and when her anus gripped his glans tightly, pushed inside her again. "Ah!" she moaned. "Yeah, like this." She started moving her hips with his rhythm. He kept on fucking her ass slowly, and stroking her ass cheeks. He wanted to fondle her breasts, so he leaned forward a little, but figured he couldn't get into a position of making it. His hands could, however, cover more of her area by now. He started running his hands all over her ass cheeks, her upper thighs, her waist, and eventually her groin. She was moaning as he moved inside her and caressed her. She dropped her head while moving her hips. "Gosh, I love this. Timmy, make me come! Make me come!" He began moving a little faster inside her tight rear tunnel. His finger felt her coarse hair underneath him. He moved his fingers a little down, exploring. His fingers found her hood. "Oh! No! Timmy! You'll kill me!" she moaned as his finger ran outside her hood. "Thought you wanted to come," he said in between his heavy breaths. He speeded up his cock movement a little more. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! A little faster," she moaned as she adjusted the speed of her hip movements. "Oh yeah! Make me come! Make me come hard!" He pumped into her a little faster and heavier. His fingers were caressing outside her labia and her clit hood. She was wet down there, and his fingers were soaked with her juice. He stuck a finger slightly into her pussy. Her moan become louder as her body quivered. "Oh my goodness! You're killing me! Don't stop! Oh yeah!" she struggled to say. He went faster and faster, fucking her ass. He fingered her pussy, although he couldn't move deep into it at his position. His finger, over her hood, occasionally came into contact with her clit. She screamed with every contact. His balls began to convulse again. He started making more contacts with her clit. He didn't want to shoot before she had her orgasm. His cock was jammed halfway inside her ass when she stopped moaning. Her entire body was tightened up, and her anal muscle clamped his cock so tightly he actually couldn't move. He struggled to thrust deeper as the pressure inside him was about to push him over the edge. He couldn't. It was too tight inside. He shot midway inside her ass. Deborah fell onto her bed when her uncontrollable orgasm was subsiding. She didn't make any sound. The only sign she was still alive was the heaving of her ribs, as she breathed heavily. Tim was also panting hard. His limp cock had slipped out of her ass when she fell onto her bed. He moved over to her night table, pulled some tissues out, wrapped them over his condom, and pulled the rubber off his cock. He then pulled some more tissues out and wiped Deborah's ass. He sat on her bed and stroked her back while he recovered. "My goodness!" she said slowly as she adjusted her breaths. "I wish I had another few cherries for you to pop." She rolled over and smiled at him. He smiled, and bent to kiss her. They held each other in their arms in the bed for another ten minutes before they went to shower together. They washed each other in the shower. They kissed, and played with their partner's body. "Timmy, Timmy," she said. "Do you still want to date Annie, Cyn, or Jennie?" He shook his head. "No," he said, "You're my baby." "Timmy, Timmy," she said. "You're my baby!" ----------------------------------------------------- Tim was browsing the Internet after his shower on Saturday evening, when Deborah came into his room. She closed the door and went behind Tim. She leaned her chest on Tim's head and stroked his chest with her hands, asking, "What're you doing?" "Checking what's happened to the game," Tim said, "Oh my goodness! Look here!" He pointed at his screen. There was a news on an online gaming journal about a recall of the 'Dark Lord Sedart' game. The developer had announced that it was taking out the game from all game centers pending a major update. The developer said the update was for game play and game balance reason, but the journal's commentator suspected the real reason was major bug. "Wow!" Deborah said, "I think we're not the only victims." "I think so, too," Tim said, "Do you think you'll try out other games?" Deborah slid her hands down his front, and whispered in his ear, "No, I think I'd rather play another kind of game with you." "They're in their room," Tim said, breathing a little rapidly, "They may hear us." "They're asleep," Deborah whispered, gliding a hand over his crotch, "Your room's at the back, they won't hear anything." Tim turned his face over to look at Deborah. Their lips met. He swirled his chair around and Deborah sat in his lap, caressing and kissing him. A few minutes later they were in his bed making love, while struggling not to make noises loud enough to wake up their parents. ----------------------------------------------------- Neither of them went on dates since then. They spent most of their free time together. They had sex on a nearly daily basis. Tim went to movies and gatherings with Deborah and her friends once in a while, but he could hardly remember how they looked or dressed. Deborah occasionally joined Tim's friends for some non-virtual-reality games, but she never showed much interest in pursuing. Tim sold the certificate to Alan at a huge discount the following week. Sex wasn't the only thing they did when they were alone. They exchanged their hearts and minds, as well as studied together. They treasured their moments together, as both of them knew they would not stay together for life. Both their grades improved in their senior year, although Deborah was still ahead of Tim by a noticeable margin. Deborah had decided to go to the State University of NY at Albany for her college education. She was accepted by the university, but wasn't awarded any scholarships. However, she got some federal grants and loans. After high school graduation, she took up a job before her planned departure to college, scheduled at the end of August. Tim enrolled in a business school for computer technician training, right after his high school final examination. He managed to get a little grant and some loans to support the tuition, so his parents didn't have to take up a second mortgage. The program he went into lasted for eight months. He would be at school from eight to two on weekdays. He went back to the cinema for a part-time job. He saw his attractive former summer job coworker, Susan, and her boyfriend, Bob, one evening when they came for a movie. Susan had quitted her cinema job a few months back. Tim was rather busy, so they didn't talk much, but Susan suggested they have a cup of coffee after their movie, which was about the time Tim would finish his shift. During their talk in the coffee shop, Bob knew about Tim's situation and plans. Bob told Tim he had a cousin who operated a computer services center, and suggested Tim give him a call. Tim called Bob's cousin the next day, and went to see him the day after. Bob's cousin told Tim that they couldn't hire him as a field technician, as their contract with the computer manufacturers that they provided services to required they used certified technicians. However, he offered him a part-time job, working in the workshop, until he got his examination and certificate. Tim accepted his offer, and quit his cinema job the next day. Deborah had scheduled to leave for her college on a Friday. Tim took both Thursday and Friday off. The moment their parents left the house on Thursday, he went to Deborah's bed. They had sex the whole day, over and over. Tim knew it was the last day he would have sex with her. He knew she would start a new chapter in her life when she got to the college. He only wished she would find a great guy, someone who would care for her at least as much as he did. ----------------------------------------------------- Deborah came home for the winter recess. The following morning, after their parents went to work, she went to his room, kissed him tenderly, and told him she had met a guy at college. He knew the news would come sooner or later. She told him how she met him, how they started to date, and how their relationship developed. "But know what?" she said, looking at his eyes. "What?" "You're still my baby, I'll still love you all my life," she said. "After all, you have the best of me. Well, we shared it." She smiled at him. He knew her smile came from her heart. He had seen all kinds of smiles from her. Probably no one else in her life would ever see them all. He smiled back at her. "I love you, too, Deb, always. And you actually have the best of me, both my first and my best," he said, and kissed her tenderly. ----------------------------------------------------- - End of Part One - The story of Tim and Deborah will continue in subsequent parts of the trilogy. ----------------------------------------------------- Comments & Feedback ----------------------------------------------------- If you have any comment, any feedback, or want to let me know how you feel about this story, I appreciate you spending a little time telling me. Bingain (bingain@yahoo.com) August, 2002 Bingain's story Home: http://www.asstr.org/~bingain/.

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