Chapter 4: How the Game is Played

Rule 1: Any woman whose name is written within this notebook shall have sex with you within the next 24 hours.

Rachel February 17th

Rule 2: You must write down the woman’s first and last name to avoid confusion.

Xena Pride February 18th

Rule 3: Once a name is written in the notebook it cannot be erased, or otherwise removed.

Lindsey O’Brien March 4th

Rule 4: The last female name written into the notebook must have unprotected sex with a random stranger each time you climax while masturbating

That last rule was a real bitch! Arthur couldn’t remember ever being so sexually frustrated. Fuck! It hadn’t even been a full day and he was struggling to keep his hands off his engorged pecker.

Everything Arthur did reminded him of sex. Every hot actress on TV, sexy video game character, or pretty voice in a song gave him a hard’on. Hell, even class work made him horny. Every time he cracked open a textbook he couldn’t help but think of all the hot women on campus.

There were so many of them. He could bang a different woman every day for the rest of the semester and not make a dent in their numbers.

A frustrated Arthur slammed his accounting book shut. “I give up.”, he exclaimed. “You hear that!”, he told the empty room. “You win.”

Opening the magic notebook, his Fuckbook as Arthur was starting to think of it, he contemplated just whose name to write within. Then on a whim it hit him. Why just one?

Really the more he thought about it the better the idea sounded. After all if he had to use the Fuckbook, why not use it to test the entities limits. Assuming it had limits.

Not wanting to expand his pool of ‘victims’ Arthur wrote a familiar pair of names into the Fuckbook. Those of Rachel Hogen and Xena Pride.

“And now all I have to do is wait.” Arthur mumbled. His cock was still hard and begging for attention.

Arthur found the wait frustratingly long and despite his best efforts found himself stroking it in anticipating. Justifying that as long as he didn’t allow himself to cum Professor O’Brien would be just fine.

Despite the consequences, Arthur was finding it increasingly hard to hold back. He so desperately wanted to cum and his instincts fought with his sensibilities for control of his masturbation arm. Just as Arthur’s sensibilities were about to lose this battle a hard knock resounded through the duplex.

Jumping up Arthur rushed to the door. One thing he could be thankful for was that the Entity whoever she was, as Arthur was certain it was a she, was prompt.

Arthur found Xena had been the first of the two woman to arrive bundled up in a thick fur coat to guard against the crisp March air. He could tell Xena wasn’t wearing much underneath. Her legs were bare and she was shivering in the cold.

Spying Arthur’s swinging hard’on Xena laughed, “And I’m happy to see you too.”

Brushing pass his host, Xena took a moment to warm herself before casting off her fur coat revealing just how little she had on underneath.

“How do I look,” Xena asked with a twirl. She looked every bit the part of a stripper. Bleached blonde hair, next to nude, with the slight exception of a pair of frilly panties and some bright red nipple pasties over her otherwise bare breasts.

“Perfect.” Arthur responded.

“Good, because I’m like feeling too smart today and I need someone to fuck me stupid again.”

“Looks like I’m your man.”

Xena smiled at Arthur’s weak attempt at male chauvinism. “You’re like so cute.” she informed him before leaning in for a soft kiss. As their lips meet Xena’s hands slipped down to grasp his cock.

It told Arthur something that Xena had arrived alone. Clearly the entity couldn’t control more than one person at a time.

Just as Arthur was really getting into the rhythm of the makeout, someone banged loudly on his front door.

“I’ll get it!” Xena shouted, rushing over to throw open the door.

In walked Rachel, all done up for a night on the town. Her makeup was perfect, her hair curled to give it a nice bounce. The natural blonde was wrapped up in a club dress that hugged her feminine curves like a velvet glove leaving little to the imagination. For the very first time Arthur realized Rachel’s breasts were noticeably larger then Xena’s, her hips more pronounced in their curves.

“What’s she doing here?” the two woman demanded in unison.

“I though I was your top pick!” Rachel shouted.

“I waited out in the cold for you!” Xena fumed.

Arthur didn’t know what to say. Seconds ago he’d been convinced there was a solitary entity controlling both women, now ... Now it looked like he was in for some trouble.

“Bimbo!” Rachel pointed an accusing finger Xena’s way.

“Thinker!” Xena shot back.

Both woman turned back towards Arthur and said in unison. “I demand you fuck me first!” emphasizing their mutual points with choreographed foot stomps.

Arthur threw his hands into the air. He didn’t want hurt either woman’s feelings. He just desperately needed to get layed. But it was clear he had to make a decision. “I don’t know? Um ... Rachel. I pick Rachel.”

Xena’s face softened first. “Well, like if that’s the case I better warm her up for you.”

The two blondes kissed passionately. Their eyes on Arthur as they made out.

Arthur sat down on his couch. His cock begging for attention. He stroked it a few times. Careful not to over excite it.

The girls stopped kissing.

“Arthur Pen you’re never going to have to fuck yourself again.” Rachel informed him.

“As long as you play by the rules.” Xena added.

Rachel straddled Arthur’s lap her soft lips meeting his. Arthur’s hands automatically found their way to her chest groping Rachel’s melons through the thin material of her dress. She was clearly not wearing a bra.

“Oh that’s right you didn’t get to play with them much last time,” Rachel mused as she pulled down the top of her dress sufficiently to pop out both tits.

After several quiet moments of groping Rachel’s exposed melons Arthur’s cock, rigid with excitement, reminded him the blonde had other sweet places to explore. Or more technically re-explore.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” Arthur confessed.

The blonde whispered into Arthur’s ear, “Well I did leave my panties at home.” Rachel raised up slightly so that she could better mount Arthur.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Arthur pleaded.

A silent Rachel enveloped Arthur’s cock. Her pussy was snug and invitingly wet.

“That’s a no isn’t it.”

Arthur cursed under his breath. His chances of knocking up Rachel were what? One in four?

“All this unprotected sex is really going to get someone pregnant eventually,” Arthur warned.