Epilogue

Jason and Stacy crossed the car park together, her beautiful feminine frame clung to his side as she whispered in his ear. Anyone seeing them together would think that they were lovers.

"Come on, just do me quick, right now... I've seen the way you look at me, I know you want this" She breathed in his ear, underling her temptation with a nibbling of his earlobe.

Conscious and defensive of how close she was to his Normality earrings he shoved her away rudely, making her stagger forwards. She took several plodding steps, collided with her car, holding onto it to keep her balance

"Oh?" Stay purred, "You want to play rough? Wanna take out all those years of frustration on me? Prove to me you are a man... Get a little..." Stacy lifted her skirt to flash him her butt ..." Pay back"

Jason watched her show with fascination. With the night over he had returned almost everything to normal. It was only on a whim as they were leaving that Jason remembered the game 'Beg' and how he hand not yet seen it's upgrades. Stacy was still only on level one and Jason was amazed how good she was at this game. Compared to the gay PE teacher Miss Coulder, Stacy was a real player. Everything she said was true, every tease and taunt was calculated to push his buttons in just the right way to get under his skin. She wasn't just begging him for sex, she was manipulating him into fucking her, wrapping him around his finger to get what she wants. Jason wondered if he should let this play out, would he be the one in control any more if it carried on? Even now as he perceived her game plan in his head, she bent over the car's hood, crossing her legs and rubbing one foot up and down her calf, Jason's mouth dropped a little as he lost his train of thought.

"Your father doesn't have to know, just take me now. Be the man of the house and put me in my place." She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip at him.

Jason shook his head from the lusty fog surrounding it, had he not already blown his load twice tonight, once in her, he would have fallen for it but right now he just wanted to see where this game goes and get home.

"'Beg'" Jason said to her, triggering the next level of the game. He braced himself, unsure of where the game would lead form here, unsure if he could resist Stacy.

On hearing his word she stood upright, turning around to lean on the car, her eyes looking down as she rubbed her hands, deep in thought. She looked up at him, her face now serious, her hands pulling apart with a **** like she yanked them away from each other. She approached him, eyes locked on to his like her life depended on it. The two squared up to each other, eye to eye as Stacy took a deep breath, puffing out her modest chest. Jason was tense, was she going to fuck him? Attack him? Both? She took his hand in hers and dropped to her knees in front him. Jason looked down at her, studying her pose, she was not on her knees but knee, singular. With her hands still holding tightly to his, he felt something hard slip into his hand, she eased her grip letting him look inside.

"Jason Anderson..." Stacy started into his eyes. "...Please Marry me."

Jason's vision flicked between her form and her engagement ring sitting in his palm. It was the one his father gave to her when he proposed. Now Stacy was using it as a promise of betrothal to him, She had to improvise on the spot Jason assumed. Obviously the game had advanced from getting the other person to fuck you, to getting the other person to marry you. Jason let out a laugh at the thought.

"Ha! That's one hell of a leap!" He said dropping the ring callously at Stacy's feet, walking around her to the car.

"Jason! Wait" She cried, snatching the ring from the ground. She sprang to her feet and dashed after him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.

"Don't touch me!" Jason complained, brushing off her hand.

"Just think about it for a second Jason! Stop being so stubborn!" She pleaded. "It's no secret you don't want me marring your father or that you want me physically. You want to protect him and don't want me as a mother, this way I can't marry him and I will become your loyal adoring wife! I might not treat you right now, but you have seen how I treat your father, that could be our new relationship."

Jason had to give to her, she went from ridiculous to making a lot of sense very quick. She was good.

"Hmm" Jason wondered out loud. "You might have a point there... Anyway I thought the game started off with you trying to fuck me? What happened to that?" Jason asked Stacy, unsure if she would explain the rules of his own game to him.

"Oooh..." Stacy said seductively "You can fuck your fiancé any time you want... Jason..." She put her arms around his neck, her leg parking it's self between his, rubbing up and down.

Jason's mind operated on a few seconds of horny induced lag as he stared at her, piecing it together. She was still trying to sleep with him, marry and sex not being mutually exclusive activities.

"Get in the car Stacy." Jason said to her turning away, she squealed in delight, opening the back passenger door. "The driver side you dumb honey slut, we're going home!" He shouted at her, causing her to slam the car door shut with a pout and go to get in the driver's seat.

Jason got in his side, reached back to grab his seat belt and pulled it across himself, clipping it in. He looked across to Stacy who just sat there, foot up on her seat as she half turned to him and stared hungrily.

"Come on Jason. Just say yes. One word and I will make your world!" She promised.

"Here's one word for you Stacy." Jason shot back "'Beg'" He looked her in the eyes as something in them shifted once more. The game now compelling her to do some other action as the game levelled up.

"Jason..." She started.

"Oh boy!" He steeled himself.

"I want you to think about something..."

"What?" he asked.

"Kids" She told him, looking like a puppy asking for a treat.

"What!?" Jason shrieked.

"Oh come on!" Stacy shouted back.

"You want me.. and you... to have children now? Are you nuts? I'm eighteen!" Jason asked incredulous.

"Well it wouldn't be so bad once we're married!" She countered.

"I'm not marrying you Stacy!" Jason had to turn away from her, doing his best to hold in a laugh, the situation becoming ridiculous.

"Just think of it though..." She started. "...With your father's money we could live comfortably for life, we could have lots of kids. Watch them grow up, be happy together, till we are old. Every morning I would wake you up with a blowjob before cooking you breakfast, in a cute little apron. JUST a cute little apron. I would never been mean to you every again." She leaned into him eagerly, pleadingly.

Jason saw it in his minds eye, a whole life. It looked good he admitted, he finally saw a glimpse of the Stacy that his father knew, why he fell for her. She was now offering it all to him. He would have said yes if not for two things, currently on his ears. What she offered was nothing compared to what he now had.

"What a weird sick game this is..." he told Stacy. "So what? The game, at minimum, now lasts nine months?" He shook his head thinking of the consequences. "God what if we do get married and had kids, then I end the game... What a mess... How about we just go home."

"If that's how you want to play it..." Stacy looked at him with a glint in her eye. "You know you already fucked me once to day. I WAS going to take a pill tomorrow..." A sly grin crossed her face.

"That's cheating!" Jason complained.

"Oh well, you should have used a condom then." She teased, slowly opening her legs and sliding one finger up the front of her visible underwear. "You should punish me for cheating at this game of yours..."

"Home Stacy." Jason told her one more time.

"Oh, you want to go home?" She asked feigning concern, dangling the car keys in her hand. "You are going to need these..." She pulled out the front of her half open blouse and dropped them down. "Come and get em" She dared him licking her lips.

"Playtime is over Stacy." Jason told her having enough of this charade.

"Dammit Jason!" Stacy complained siting bolt up right wriggling around in her seat as she tried to get her keys back. "You couldn't have ended that game five seconds earlier!"

Her tone was different to before, all honey had left her voice.

"I can't wait to put tonight behind us, Just wait till your father hears about it 'Young man'" She bitched as her keys dropped out of her clothing.

Jason smiled, she was back to her horrible normal self. If he was honest, she was kind of creepy when she was being that nice to him. He was actually glad to have the old Stacy back. He never would have thought that he would miss this wonderful personalty. His dick did strain in his pants however, making him uncomfortable in his seat. He looked over at her as she put her ring back on and struggled to put the keys into the ignition, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. He decided that, if he was using Stacy for relief, he might as well keep things simple.

"'Shake a paw' 'Shake a paw'" He said out loud.

Stacy groaned an exasperated sigh.

"I thought you wanted to go home!" She complained. "God, lets make this quick!" she added as she shuffled towards him, bending over. He wasted no time in fishing out his cock, letting her lips engulf his warm meat in one motion.

Her bobbing head and busy tongue made quick work of Jason's threshold. Quickly working him up into a state of hard bliss, he figured she also wanted to get home and was not fucking around.

'Heat' He said as her hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Helping her out, his fingers curled around her locks, pulling her tresses tight to the back of her head and out the way, his hands guiding her rhythm. He plunged her skull up and down with both hands, quicker and quicker as he pumped her face on his dick.

Her mouth soon became full of her own salvia, making the car full of the sounds of a sloppy blowjob. The 'Heat' game switching her body into overdrive, her mouth becoming the perfect moist, sloppy vessel for a dick to slide in and out of. Jason could feel wetness run down his cock and over his balls, giving him a damp patch on the front of his pants. Spit started to fly out the side of her mouth as he violently plunged her sopping hole over his rock hard cock. The sensations soon became to much for him as he blasted his load into her already quite full mouth, his hands pushed her down all the way onto his shaft.

"MMMPFF!" She complained as jism filled her mouth, he held her there as he came, giving her the full dose. The instant he removed his hands she sprang her head up and spun around. Her hands quickly flying to the window controls and pressing it hard.

She was turned away from him as Jason saw the glass slowly roll down.

"'Stay'" He said to the back of her head.

He reached out to her and turned her face to him. Her cheeks bulging with mixing fluids, her face a mix of annoyance and disgust. She stayed like that for a moment, her 'Heat' game still at work, pumping more and more drool into her already full gob. Unable to contain the pressure, the concoction of sperm and spit slowly started to escape her puckered lips, squeezing out in small spurts of her maxed capacity mouth. Milky white fluid slowly started to dribble down her chin, every second the flow increased as her lips struggled to contain the giant quantity in her mouth. Not wanting to make a mess of the car Jason intervened.

"'Playtime is over'" He said, watching her closely. Her eyes bulged as a hand came to her lips to catch her over flow, she turned to spit the mess out the window. "Dinner time" He added.

She was fully turned to the open window, moments from dumping the vile load onto the tarmac. She paused, then slowly started to knock back the fluid in her mouth. It took her many gulps to do it, but eventually she downed the last of it and glared at Jason, her now empty mouth hanging open as she panted out of breath. Jason leaned forward and closed the window for her.

"She we go then?" He asked.

"I hate you" She told, him turning the key.

"I know" He smiled.

As they pulled up to the family's house Jason had to stop for one second.

"What is it now" Stacy complained, turning to him on the steps.

"I almost forgot!" Jason said " Playtime is over for me, Playtime is over for everyone" Satisfied he reached up to his ears and finally took off the earrings. He glanced at them in his hand smiling, because of Jason's careful use of playtime, everything should now be totally back to normal, he thought.

"Almost everything" He grinned to himself, slipping the items of power into his pocket.

"Looks like father is home" Jason said nodding to the other car, before they both went in the front door.

"We're home!" Stacy shouted slipping off her coat and high heels.

"I'm in the study" a voice shouted out, unseen.

Jason and Stacy walked into the room to find Jason's father settled on the sofa, glass of scotch in his hand. Stacy went over to him to give him a hug and sit next to him.

"How was it?" He asked the two in a stern voice.

"Great!" Jason chirped, looking at Stacy for confirmation.

"Love?" Jason's father asked his partner.

Inner conflict broke out across Stacy's face.

"He did... very well. Every teacher had nothing bad to say. They all told me he is one of the best students they have ever had!" He features gave away her struggle as she tried to tell the man about everything bad she had heard tonight.

"I see..." the man said. "Is this true Jason?" He looked into his son's eyes like he was challenging him for some reason.

Jason sensed something under his words, but couldn't place it.

"Yeah of course. You didn't raise a loser dad!" Jason shot back.

"What about English? How is that going?" He said taking another sip of his drink.

Jason had a stab of panic, why did he single out that subject of all subjects?

"He..." Stacy Struggled. "He's doing is doing wonderfully, hasn't put a foot wrong all year!" She slumped forward, muzzled by one of the very first normality's Jason placed on her. His father placed a hand on her back, consoling her.

"It's okay my dear, it must be hard with your condition..." His eyes flicked to Jason. "So all going well hmm?"

"That's right." Jason replied wearingly.

"Bullshit!" His father exploded slapping his knee. "I know what Miss Hudson had to say about you!"

"What how!" Jason questioned wildly.

"Your soon to be mother cares for you Jason and is doing her best. It's a good thing she thought to call me to listen in on the meetings as I drove back, knowing that you can't be trusted to be honest and help her report back to me what actually occurred." He placed a hand on her knee as he glared at Jason, furious.

Jason's mind flashed back to every meeting he bothered to be there for, Stacy had her phone out for all of them. She knew she couldn't report back anything bad so she made plans on the fly to get around his normality.

"Father please, it was just one subject, the rest..." Jason started, eyes welling up.

"Enough!" His parent snapped at him. "I don't want to hear another word. What have I taught you about lying?" He looked away to the side and took another swig of his drink.

Jason stuttered on a dry throat, his hands shaking. It had all gone so wrong. His eyes looked to Stacy who was smiling a wicked smile at him. Despite it all, everything Jason had done tonight she had still managed to win. Jason turned away and left the room as Stacy cuddled up to his father.

It was dim in the school hall, all the families had left, most of the lights had been switched off and all the teachers had gone home. All but one. The janitor who had cleaned the hall and packed away the chairs and tables ready for the morning, leaned on his mop, taking in the spectacle of his last job of the night.

Miss Hudson stood on the last remaining table in the middle of the room, fingers in pussy, thumb in mouth.

"I am a dumb orny itch oo wants oo uck on Asuns ick fo bad I'm etting myelf... I am a dumb orny- uurggnaaaa" She fell down as her muscles unlocked, the game suddenly ending. Her voluptuous body collapsed onto the table with a splash, her bodily fluids flying away in all directions.

The Janitor wiped a drop of Miss Hudson's excitement off his cheek.

"Are you okay there ma'am?" He asked in a southern accent.

Miss Hudson struggled to her feet, her weak body getting used to movement again.

"I, I think so" She croaked.

"I found these clothes and glasses, I put em on the chair there!" The man pointed to her piled librarian attire. "I figure that they are yours on account of all the other clothes I had to pick up tonight being mostly in shreds. Least it's a warm night for those families." He said shaking his head chuckling.

He leaned under the table and grabbed a bucket he has strategically placed to catch Miss Hudson's run off.

"T-Thank you Charles" She said as she sorted through her clothes.

"It's Charlie" He corrected her.

"Hmm?" She said not turning her head to him, fiddling with her panties to put them on.

"I said it's Charlie, ma'am" He said again slightly louder.

"Oh, yes of course" She exclaimed turning to him. "I'll see you around" She said closing the conversation.

"And ill be seeing YOU around. MMhmm." Charlie replied, his eyes running up and down her hot, wet, naked body.

Miss Hudson caught his gaze. She harrumphed, snatching her clothing from the chair and briskly walked off, her bare feet slapping down on the hardwood floor.

Charlie turned to get on with his job, mopping up the mess while whistling to himself.

"Well... " He muttered, feeling the many soiled, damp panties in his pocket. "That night could have gone worse..."