Stamina and Watersports (read author's note if you aren't into watersports)

((Author’s Note: Hi. Some of you are going to be disappointed with this choice, probably because you don’t like watersports. You’re in luck though, don’t let this chapter title fool you, the watersports content in the following thread will be optional. I will clearly label the chapters with watersports so you can skip over them. Thanks for reading!))

I was a pretty simple guy. You say unlimited, I can’t say no. Unlimited number of boning sessions without getting tired? Sign me up. Unlimited supply of piss and the ability to clean up afterwards so anywhere can be a golden shower? Sure, if you’re offering. With the added bonus of being able to ejaculate a full quart of sperm with each nut, this school was going to become an oral paradise for me.

Reaching for the nearest writing implement, I swiftly checked the boxes for Increased Stamina and Ejaculate and Endless Urine. Instantly I felt it, something had shifted within me and even in the air around me. My bladder was full, though not painfully, and I felt like I could just relax it and let it loose without end. This was going to be interesting, and more importantly, fun.

I was a little wistful at the idea of not choosing some of the other probably more well-thought-out options, but it was all right, I could always just erase my markings and—

Then it dawned on me. The writing tool in my hand was not a pencil. It was a pen. With a sudden panic I didn’t know I was capable of, I grabbed an eraser and tried fruitlessly to rub away the ink to no avail. What an absolute idiot I was, I should have thought more carefully. The other choices seemed so infinitely distant now. I considered trying to scribble out the box I had checked, but I was too afraid to try. At best it would make me lose access to the power I tried to scribble out, at worst... who even knew? This was a reality warping book, who could even guess what might happen if I tried to go against the grain. I was too scared to even try checking a third box. It might have been like a computer program that would throw up a fatal error and suddenly I don’t exist anymore.

There was nothing I could do, at least for now. I had to live with the choices I had made until I learned more about this thing. I was about to do just that, turning to the book to read what was beyond this choice, but then the door opened.

“We’re back!” the cheerful voice of Lindsey announced.

Trying my best to hide my distress I turned to greet them, “Welcome back.”

The bubbly scene girl had a new goth cutie in tow. She had long, straight hair with straight-cut bangs. Half of her hair was dyed black, the other half dyed a vivid red split straight down the middle of her center-part. She was not well-endowed like the other two, instead having at most a-cups within an over-the-shoulder-style long-sleeved shirt with red and black stripes. She also wore a pleated jet-black skirt and a pair of leather thigh-high boots.

“Ashley, this is Jack Lantern. Sir, this is Ashley Valentine.”

The last name stood out to me, mainly because I had a friend growing up with the same last name, Jason Valentine. “Ashley” was also pretty familiar, but I wasn’t sure why, I couldn’t recall having ever known anyone with that name.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, doing my best to be amiable despite my mistake from moments ago.

“Hi, wow, it’s such an honor to meet you, sir,” she replied, beaming and stepping forward to shake my hand.

“Ashley is a regular whiz kid, probably the smartest of the three of us,” Lindsey said, giggling and sitting down on the bed next to me.

“Don’t put that pressure on me, just because I’m going for a computer science degree doesn’t mean I’m less of a dumb bimbo than you,” Ashely replied and they both laughed. I managed a chuckle as well. “Did Lindsey tell you what she does for a living?”

I shook my head.

Lindsey rolled her eyes but then proudly said, “I’m a camgirl, and I have an Onlystans page.”

Suddenly, everything fell into place with her. I had been confused about the fact that she didn’t dress very goth but seemed more than okay with my advances, and now it made sense. While normally her style would have set her as being awkward toward the obedience of the commandments, she was also a slut, which meant she was more on board for those things than most people would be.

Since Ashley was still standing in front of me, I reached forward and squeezed at her chest. There wasn’t much there, but just being able to do this at all was pretty great. I probably would have gotten more out of this situation had I chosen the butt lover gift, but I was enjoying myself so in the end I was net positive anyway.

“Heh, sorry I don’t have much going on up here.”

I then slid my hand under the stripey goth’s top and felt her skin directly. Very smooth and quite toned, and what little fat there was concentrated on her chest was amazingly soft. I also found a nice surprise when I reached her nipple, a piercing. She had a barbell on each one, and I happily gave them a light twist, eliciting gasps from Ashley.

“I’m surprised. Makenzie and I had him pegged for a big boob guy,” Lindsey said.

“I’m honestly just a boob guy,” I replied, “I’m not too picky.”

“Never have been,” Ashley said, but I was sure I misheard her.

“What?” I asked, furrowed brow.

“Uh, nothing. Nevermind. So, you’re gonna be Kenzie’s new roommate?”

That was strange, but I let it go. I’d been known to make many awkward statements of my own from time to time. My friends used to relentlessly make fun of me for it. Especially Jason. Weird that I kept thinking about him now, I hadn’t thought much about him for years. The name Ashley kept bugging me, too, like I knew it from somewhere.

“Yeah, she seems pretty cool,” I replied, continuing to **** and pinch Ashley’s modest chest, hoping it would distract me.

“She’s the best,” Ashley said, nodding, “fucking huge tits. I’d say you’re a lucky guy, but Lindsey is pretty hot too, and she’s my roommate.”

“You two ever hook up?” I asked, curious, the “cupid’s arrow” power still lingering in my head. In a more direct attempt to distract myself I pulled up the goth’s shirt to expose her chest to the room. I was delighted to see a pair of big, puffy, and perky nipples under the piercings. They looked so adorable.

“I mean, we fuck,” Lindsey said, “but we’re not a couple. Hard to hold down a relationship with what I do for a living.”

“And I’m, uh,” Ashley hesitated, “I’ve always said I’ve been waiting for the right guy but uh, I’ve really just been waiting for you, sir.”

“I'm flattered,” I said, and meant it. It was interesting, though. I’d only had this notebook for a matter of hours, which meant the Libro Umbra had been doing some history revision to make that possible. Though Ashley’s outfit was still pretty casual, her overall look was a bit more gothic than Makenzie, so her piety to the cult must have been pretty significant.

As I continued to grab, squeeze, and pinch her meager but soft chest, she continually became more flushed, breathing heavier and heavier.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Lindsey said, piercing the somewhat awkward silence, “but we’ll talk later.” She winked at me, got up and made her way through the doors connecting our rooms.

“Mn, fuck, I’m so happy you like my chest, sir,” Ashley said, moaning slightly.

I smiled and briefly considered driving her to desperation like I had with Makenzie, but decided against it, “So, how much do you want to drink my divine seed?” I asked, my confidence returning and ushering in my newly discovered dominant side.

“More than anything, sir,” she replied.

“Show me.”

She knelt down on the floor in front of me and then immediately pressed her face and cheek against the bulge in my pants.

“Please sir, I’m so **** to know what it tastes like. I’ve waited so long to know.”

On the inside I was absolutely elated. On the outside I kept my cool and stroked my chin thoughtfully, “I’ll let you have some if you earn it first.” I then unzipped my pants and revealed my stiff, throbbing cock to her.

I could almost see her eyes sparkling with awe as she saw it, “How would you like me to earn it, sir?”

“Your mouth, please.”

She grinned, “Ever had a blowjob before?”

“I have, in fact I had one on the ride here.”

“How about with one of these?” she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, revealing to me that it was pierced.

“Can’t say that I have, no.”

“You’re in for a wild ride, then,” she giggled and then licked my shaft, dragging her moist, soft tongue along it but also dragging the hard metal nub as well. The feeling was strange but also delightful, especially as the piercing neared my tip. She licked it again, sending the same shock of strangeness through my body, accompanied by gooseflesh.

She giggled, blushing a bit, “How do you like it?”

“Pretty awesome, keep going.”

She smiled deviously before plunging herself down onto me. The feeling was similar to when Makenzie had begun her blowjob, only this one wasn’t as ****, and there was the added sensation of the piercing sliding across the underside of my shaft as she went. When Ashley began bobbing up and down gently but rhythmically, I knew I was in for a hell of a ride. Evidently the increased stamina didn’t affect how long I could last, but I supposed if I could recover quick that wouldn’t matter too much in the long run.

In order to distract myself, I desperately tried to figure out why Ashley’s name sounded so familiar. It was obvious that she shared a last name with my best friend from middle school, Valentine, but Ashley specifically was ringing a bell too, was it the name of one of Jason’s relatives, perhaps?

In the meantime, Ashley was making it extremely hard to think, impaling herself on my cock and sliding all the way down to the base. An impressive feat, especially given that I had never been lacking in the size department, and she had absolutely no gag reflex. Her tongue was out, making her piercing rub against my sack in a way that sent shivers up my entire body.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I said, strained as I struggled to keep myself from popping right then and there.

She maintained fierce eye contact, and the slightest movements of her cheeks and lower lids told me she was smiling as well as she could with a mouth and throat full of cock. Then she pulled back, dragging her lips along my shaft, leaving a dark red streak of color from her lipstick as she went, then plunged herself back down.

There was something in that face, something familiar. Had I seen her before? Was she actually related to my old friend Jason?

Then, at the penultimate moment, right as soon as I realized I could no longer hold back and was about to bust my load, the answer came to me like a slap in the face. I felt so stupid for not realizing it sooner. I knew who Ashley was.