This S.O.B. System

The next morning Asher woke up alone. Looking over he noticed Tiff and Amber spooning naked. Tiff, the big spoon, held onto the much smaller girl’s nipples. 

 

A smile on his face, he went through his notifications. It wasn’t till he saw the film experience notification that he woke up fully. Ash got up and began looking around. Bringing up his screen the camera icon wasn’t there. 

 

“Babe,” he said, poking her. 

 

“Just not my ass,” she whispered, smacking her lips still asleep. 

 

“Not that. Babe I think someone was videotaping us,” he whispered seriously. 

 

“Think they’ll send me a copy?” She asked, turning to him with a smile. By his serious tone she dropped the smile. “What’s the problem?”

 

“Do you really want a sex tape out there?” He asked. 

 

She thought for a second and shook her head. “I prefer them for home use.”

 

“Do you think…” he asked looking to Amber. 

 

Tiff looked down and smacked the small girl's ass. “Wake up, slut,” she said. 

 

Amber jumped up. Disoriented, she held her head in her hands. Slowly she looked over to the happy couple. “Did we really….?” 

 

“We did. Who knew you were such a butt slut,” Tiff said. 

 

“Ugh. Please don’t tell anyone,” she said. “Fuck. I left the party to get away from that stuff.”

 

“What do you mean?” Asher asked, remembering a little of the party. 

 

“The party was going great. Then everyone started making out. Before I knew it a giant orgy was going on.” Ash cursed. He saw the orgy notification but had ignored it. 

 

“You didn’t even wear a condom,” she said angrily. 

 

“Don’t worry, he had a vasectomy,” Tiff said. Amber didn’t question it and sighed heavily. “We think someone filmed us last night,” she added. 

 

“What? How? How sure are you?” 

 

“100%,” he said. Apparently they enjoyed filming the act because he got a voyeur notification as well. 

 

“Well, fuck. What do we do?” Amber asked. By her reaction Ash guessed she didn’t know about it. 

 

When no ideas came Tiff said, “ignore it for now. My boyfriend and I have a big day today. It’s his birthday.” 

 

With a laugh Ash pushed the thoughts out of his head. He had forgotten he was 18 today. “Oh yeah. What did you have planned, my love?”

 

“Things and stuff, my love,” she said, planting a kiss on his lips. She then sat on his lap. His dick began to harden underneath her. 

 

“Get a room,” Amber said beside them. 

 

“We’re in one,” Tiff whispered as she directed his dick to her cunt.

 

—

 

When they finally got out of bed he got another threesome notification. Dressing, Ash noticed he had everything but his shirt. He recalled Tiff took it off him at the front door. 

 

Slowly they headed downstairs. Early, he hoped people would be hung over and asleep. He was not so lucky. He drew eyes from the other sorority girls. A few were from the scavenger hunt. 

 

When he was by the front door he searched for his shirt. Looking at one of the girls she pointed him toward the living room. More women sat around the room working on schoolwork or watching TV. They quieted down as he walked in. His shirt was hung from the mantle under the TV. 

 

“Keep it in your pants ladies,” Tiff said. “He’s mine, most of the time,” she winked to Amber who blushed deeply. 

 

“We could tell. You were so…vocal last night,” a girl said. 

 

The room erupted in laughter. Asher blushed as he put his shirt back on. The girls were soon back to whatever they were doing before. “Where to first?” He asked. 

 

“Another surprise,” she said. “Now that you’re 18. We can have some fun,” she said. 

 

“You’re 18?” A girl couldn’t help but ask. 

 

He nodded. “Today’s my birthday,” he said. 

 

“Robbing the cradle?” A girl asked Tiff. 

 

“I’m 19,” she said angrily. “Besides, you're just jealous.” With that she dragged him outside. The room soon erupted in chatter with their passing. They made their way to his truck. She directed him to a seedy part of town. The morning was quiet. A mist in the air. It was usually gloomy on his birthday so he didn’t mind. 

 

“We have dinner with my folks later,” he reminded her. 

 

“It’ll be tight, but shouldn’t be a problem. This is just our first stop,” she said as they pulled into the square building. It was nondescript. Asher had never been there before but he knew what it was. 

 

“A sex shop?” He asked. 

 

“You’re 18 now,” she said. They parked out back and headed in. No one carded them. The inside was bright and clean. Shelves all around were filled with toys and movies. He was a little nervous. But quickly ignored it as Tiff walked him around like she was an expert. 

 

They looked everything over. She scrutinized the toys. Too small. Or too big. She grabbed his crotch and it was just right. 

 

“You ever used that?” He asked, pointing. 

 

“A strap on? Never. Not my thing,” she said. “Why? You interested?”

 

“Fuck no,” he said. “You like women, wasn’t sure if you were into that.”

 

“I’ll try anything once. But no. Not how I get my kicks.” He nodded and they moved on. 

 

When they made it to the videos they looked them over up and down. “Should I go that big?” She asked. On a video cover a skinny woman’s boobs were focused on. They were at least F-cup breasts. Actually Asher wasn’t sure if the lettering scheme for bras went that low. 

 

“Could be fun,” he said. Giving her boobs a squeeze he pictured it. “You’d probably topple over.” 

 

Eventually they made it to the outfits. He noted what he would like to try, but she was all business. She picked 2 out and brought them over. 

 

“Really?” He asked, looking at her choices. 

 

“All part of the plan,” she said with a secretive smile. She picked up some lube. Paid. Then they left. Off to another secret place. 

 

–

 

Conan’s muscles bulged in the tight leather straps. He had been running for days now, but he was strong. One adventure after another, had led him to this final quest. 

 

Walking into the castle the lights were dim. The stone floor had a thick carpet on it. No lamps on the side of the walls, all light came in from windows. His large sword in hand, it felt very light. Shorter than he remembered, the metal was hard but not cold like steel. A part of him said it was plastic. Another part said to ignore it. 

 

“Rah,” someone yelled. Their blade coming at him Conan instinctually blocked it. With a grunt he slid the blade over the man’s throat. The man turned and screamed. Blood poured out of his hand clasped throat. 

 

Conan didn’t bother to watch him fall. Heading inside further he noticed a maid. She shook at the sight of him. “Where is she?” he barked. 

 

She whimpered and pointed at the wood stairs. Running up them 3 at a time he already forgot the small girl. Before he knew it he was in the tower. The amount of stairs seemed short but he ignored it. Searching room by room he burst through the final door. 

 

She laid on the bed asleep. Wearing a long white skirt. her chest was bare. Except for her enormous breasts and multitude of diamond necklaces over top of them. 

 

Her nipples were pierced with diamond teardrop rings. She glistened with the shiny diamonds. His loincloth struggled with his erection. Once he was near her he dropped his blade as he sat next to her on the bed. Her pink and blue hair was braided on either side. He couldn’t help but touch her. His hand lightly moved along her round cheek.  

 

Her eyelids fluttered and she slowly awoke. Looking into his eyes she smiled. “Have you come to save me?” She asked. He nodded mutely. 

 

“Legend says that when I am saved. I must give myself to the man that did the deed,” she said. 

 

He swallowed hard. He was not a virgin, but he had never seen such an exotic beauty. His hand slowly moved down her perfectly round breasts. The necklaces jingled with the movement. Too rough, one of the nipple rings fell off, but he ignored it. His hand pulled down her white skirt to reach his hands inside. 

 

She was already wet. Her hips moved up, she bit her lip as she groaned. “I’ve never felt the touch of a man,” she whispered, locking eyes with him. 

 

His erection burst through his loincloth. Ripping her skirt off it tore easily. Taking her thick thighs he didn’t fight the urge to stick his face down into her. She squealed with glee as his tongue began learning every inch of her insides. His pheromones shot up to 50. 

 

Before long she came on his face. Not much liquid, it was still enough of a sign for him to continue. He needed this woman beneath him that instant. He lined himself up and pushed. Her pussy was so tight. Then his head met an obstacle. With a grunt he pushed through her hymen. 

 

She groaned a little in pain, and a part of him was shocked that had happened. He looked down to see some blood leaking from her. Taking this beautiful woman’s virginity scratched an itch he didn’t know he had. He then lost control as he pushed all the way in. 

 

She tried to stop him. Pushing hard against him. Her pussy was too tight for him to be able to stop. Soon enough when he bottomed out hard she convulsed. Squirting on him he hadn’t realized his loincloth was still on. Ripping it off he began anew. 

 

“You like that virgin pussy? It’s all yours,” she said as he pounded. 

 

“Yes. Mine. You’re all mine,” he grunted between thrusts. Her necklaces jingled with each thrust. 

 

“I love you. My savior. Make me squirt. I can’t help it with that big diiick,” she groaned. He came inside her. 

 

Flipping her over he thrust again into her. He knew her ass hurt too much to use his dick, but he still stuck his thumb inside. She groaned hard, her voice muffled as he pushed her head into the bedsheets.  

 

Then he changed tactics and reached around. Playing with her hard clit while he fucked her from behind she squirted again. But then she began pushing back into him. With the extra movement he came again. 

 

“In my mouth,” she demanded panting. She flipped around and laid on her back. Her mouth opened wide hanging off the head of the bed. He thrust inside her gaping maw. His penis head on her wet lips. Her tongue then began to snake out. Slurping up her own juices like she loved the taste. He groaned in ecstasy. 

 

“I love you,” he blurted out as he thrust into her mouth. His dick was soon all the way in. The tongue in her mouth wrapped around the base of his dick. He could see her throat bulge with his dicks head. 

 

Conan just stayed there. He was only brought out of the reverie when he felt a tap on his thigh. He pulled out quickly. His princess breathed in a few gulps of air then she grabbed his buttcheeks and pulled him back in. He grunted and groaned in the heaven of his girlfriend. 

 

—

 

“That was fucking hot,” he said breathing heavily. She nodded as her head laid on his chest. 

 

“How did you have time to plan this?” He asked. 

 

“I get bored at work,” she said giggling. 

 

“Where did you meet the actors?” He asked. 

 

“Online. They’re part of a local acting troupe. Thought it would be good to try it. You know, for future big roleplays.” 

 

“I like,” he admitted. “Helped me immerse myself in it. I think it makes my Roleplay skill procc faster.”

 

“Good. They didn’t have a problem signing NDAs. They also offered a camera guy. But I wanted to wait till we tried this out.”

 

“You sure?” He asked surprised. That multiplier would help things. With all the sex they had been having he was almost halfway to his next level. They had surpassed his goal in less than a week. They both had similar libido controls and were ready to go at a moment's notice. 

 

“Yeah. They said people do stuff like this more than you’d think. And with the NDA terms I wouldn’t be too worried. We would be the only ones with the video at the end of the day.”

 

“It would be good to have keepsakes of our adventures,” he said. They laid in silence for a time. 

 

“Hey, uh, how did you fake a hymen?” He asked awkwardly.

 

“All the time you’ve made me mess with my tits, also made me level my Body Control skill. I felt a little more confident so I tried it out. Turns out I was able to make it. Maybe heal the old one? I don’t know,” she said. Her eyes closed comfortably. “You like?”

 

“I very much liked,” he admitted. “But not an everyday thing. That’s for sure.” He thought some more. “I never knew this castle-like house was here in town.”

 

“Rented it online,” she said. “Crazy what you can do with money.” She brought up the necklaces. 

 

They glimmered brightly now. He had gotten the notification a while ago. But they kept going. “Think I should keep any?” She asked. 

 

“You’re gonna sell them?” He asked. 

 

“We need money. We almost have the gold sold. But with the art roleplay we put a downpayment down. Also our vacation is going to be epic. And some of the places want a deposit.”

 

“Want help?” He asked. 

 

She shook her head. “No, it's a surprise. You get what you wanted from the Roleplay?” 

 

He squeezed her ass cheek. “You bet.”

 

“Not that,” she said, slapping his chest. 

 

He laughed bringing up his new skill information. 

 

Battle Instincts (LVL 12)

More an innate skill than something trained. This ability helps you sense the battle around you, and where the flow of battle is leading.

 

“I did. I got Battle Instincts level 12.”

 

“Level 12? What the hell. I’ve trained for years and my highest is level 10, and that’s recent from all our fucking. Your System is broken.”

 

“Probably,” he admitted. “I typically get the highest level skill of whatever I assume my roleplay has.”

 

Before he knew it they were asleep. Breathing in one another’s scents they were relaxed in the strange bed. They only awoke with alarms. 

 

They grunted and got dressed. “Seems like a waste to leave the place,” he said. “We could invite my folks over and order in.”

 

“What are you talking about? We have the place all night. We will be doing it in every room tonight,” she said. “They have a jacuzzi out back.”

 

“God I love you,” he said, kissing her. She smiled at that. 

 

“Let’s go, you insatiable beast.”

 

They took his truck to a local restaurant. It was a little fancy. Tiff had made him go clothes shopping earlier. She had bought a long elegant red dress. Then she made him buy a black suit with a vest. He did admit he looked good. The suit cost way more than he expected. Tiffany wore her pick of the diamond necklaces they made. It was a silver chain necklace with large teardrop diamonds above her bust. Ash wouldn’t try to guess how much it was now worth. They had bought it from the $1 store. Now it was heavy and hard. 

 

They found his parents already sitting. Asher noticed the shocked look his folks gave them walking in. Asher now knew they were overdressed. His parents were in church wear. Dress pants and button down shirt. Asher and Tiff looked like they had come straight from a ball. 

 

“My lord you look good, son,” his mother said standing. They hugged and kissed. 

 

“I’m sure you remember my girlfriend, Tiffany,” he said as they sat. 

 

“Did you come straight from a movie set?” His dad asked, trying to make a joke. He was closer to the truth than he knew. 

 

“Nope. Girlfriend made me dress up,” he said. “She comes from money,” he lied. 

 

“That necklace is real?” His mother asked. 

 

“Mostly,” Tiff said shyly as she caressed it. He could tell she liked the stares. 

 

With that they ordered food. He knew his parents weren’t well off so he didn’t order much. He would have to grab something to eat after. Once food was there they began drilling Tiff with questions. She answered enthusiastically and asked her own. 

 

As the meal wrapped up she said, “I have to thank you for raising such an amazing son.”

 

“How did you two meet?”

 

“I joined this adventure club. The same people I went camping with. And she was there. I saw her across the room and I couldn’t look away,” he said, making her blush. He kissed her hand. 

 

“On that…” his mother said slowly. Looking to his father. 

 

His father coughed and began. “We know you’re 18 now. But we feel like you’re spending too much time away from home. I know it’s your birthday. But we never see you anymore.”

 

He looked at them both for a bit. He could tell they both felt that way, and he couldn’t blame them. They were loving parents that worried about him. 

 

“I love this girl,” he admitted. Looking at Tiff she shyly smiled. “And I apologize for not making it clear. But I’m going to spend as much time with her as she will allow. And some of the…things we do. You have expressed would not happen under your roof.”

 

They both took the admission well. His mother and father had pushed him to save it for marriage, and without the System he probably would have. They looked to one another. Helpless. 

 

“Is marriage at least possible in the future?” His mother asked.

 

Without hesitation they both answered. “Yes.” They locked eyes once again. They hadn’t talked about this at all. Ash felt a wide smile come to his face. Tiffany mirrored it. 

 

His mother spoke, drawing their attention back. “Well there’s that at least.” She looked to her husband. 

 

“Your mother and I have discussed. And we do understand what you’re going through. But we want some ground rules. We know you’re an adult. Hear us out though, please.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “We would like you to spend more nights at home…4 nights a week. Curfew is the same. But you have to join us for dinner a few days a week. If you give us that, we would accept Tiffany staying over.”

 

Asher was a little surprised. He didn’t think they’d ever be okay with him living in sin. He looked at Tiff then nodded. “I think we can work something out.”

 

“It feels weird to share custody with my son,” his mother pouted. “But welcome to the family. Can I talk you two into joining us for church tomorrow?” They agreed, spoke some more and left. Ash and Tiff made sure to have sex in every room of the rented castle that night. In the jacuzzi they watched the sunrise. 

 

“This was the best birthday ever,” he said, stroking her hair.