Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 5

After Jennifer sat down, Barry said, “I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back in a while.”

Feeling guilty, Jennifer asked, “Do you want me to go with you?”

“No,” replied Barry. “I want be alone.”

More lonely than he had ever been in his short life, Barry climbed the stairs to the second floor-then to the attic. He wanted to be as far as possible from the others-from Jennifer. He had been able to see through her exterior-the body of Robert-to the person beneath. Why couldn’t she see that he hadn’t really changed-that he was still Barry? He sat on the floor of the attic-sobbing.

Jennifer, after Barry had gone, looked at Robert-at the body she loved. He looked up and grinned.

“Hey...uh...uh...Jennifer,” he had to think for a minute to remember who it was that occupied his body, “do you want to go for a walk?”

Robert liked this new body; he could feel its strength, but he missed his cock. He could barely feel the puny thing that hung between his legs. He had loved his huge cock. He missed it. Maybe, if he and Jennifer went to another room, he would get to touch it again.

Jennifer followed Robert-he didn’t attempt to hold her hand-into the study, where they sat down on the floor. Because of the proximity to Barry’s body, which Robert wore, Jennifer’s cock became hard. While Robert stared at his former cock, the one he had became erect. Jennifer leaned over to kiss him on the lips. He loved it. He used to kiss himself on arm and hand when he masturbated. His hand went to his cock, not the one on Barry’s body, but the one that Jennifer possessed. Because of Barry’s bigger hand, it seemed somewhat smaller, but it still excited him. Jennifer placed her hand over his, pausing his stroking of her cock.

“Wait,” she said, as she guided the cock that had belonged to Barry into her ass.

“Wow,” exclaimed Robert, as he began pounding. “I’m fucking my own ass.”

It was over all too quickly. Jennifer wasn’t even close to a climax when he finished. Robert rolled off Jennifer, onto his back.

“Hey, that was intense,” he said. “Did you know that I could suck my own cock; that is, I could suck it when I was in my old body. I couldn’t ever get this little thing to my mouth, pointing to Barry’s former cock. Let me try it.”

Without waiting for an answer, he placed his mouth on his old cock. It was so big that he could only get the head in his mouth, but he sucked it until Jennifer shot her load of cum shot into his mouth. With it dripping from the corner of his mouth, he grinned.

“I like the taste of my own cum. Hey, how about your fucking my ass? I got fucked by my cock when I was in your body, but I want to see what it’s like to take it up my ass.”

Realizing that it was Barry she loved, not Barry’s body, and that the only person Robert loved was himself, Jennifer had all she wanted of Robert, even though he possessed Barry’s body.

“No,” she answered. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got to find Barry.”

“Hey,” Robert called, as Jennifer walked from the room.

“It wasn’t fair,” he thought. “It was, after all-or had been-his body that was leaving the room.”

Barry wasn’t in the dining room, and no one had seen him, so Jennifer began searching the house. Not finding him in any of the downstairs rooms, she went to the second floor to look. Her search on the second floor was equally unsuccessful.

Jennifer began to worry. “It was his turn to roll. Maybe he rolled and was taken somewhere else. What if something happened to him? What if he never came back?”

She had walked by the attic stairs for the second time before she thought to look there. Tears of frustration for not having found Barry, of fear for what might have happened to him, of guilt for having rejected him, of shame for having fucked Robert, welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She didn’t see him, at first, sitting on the floor in the shadows.

Barry was sobbing quietly. Walking over to him, she timidly touched his shoulder.

“Barry,” she said.

Startled, he looked up. “What do you want?”

“Barry, I’m so sorry. I was wrong. Now, I know that it’s you I love. It doesn’t matter what body you’re in. I love you, even if looking at you is like looking in the mirror.”

Standing, still grasping the dice in his right hand, Barry put his arms around Jennifer.

“Jennifer, I was so frightened. I thought I’d lost you.”

Tears were streaming from their eyes as they kissed. In Jennifer’s body, Barry no longer had to bend over to kiss her; they were the same height. He pulled her to the floor, where they lay, arms and legs entwined; but, smelling the cum which was drying between Jennifer’s legs, he bent his head to look.

“What’s this he asked, as he wiped the cum onto his fingers? I have the dice; I haven’t rolled; the game couldn’t have made you do anything.”

“It was Robert. It was your body, Barry. I was confused. It was only, after fucking your body, that I realized that the Barry I loved had little to do with his body, that you are more than the body I had come to love.”

“But, how could you do it? If you love me, how could you fuck someone else?”

“Barry, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please understand. It was your body. To my eyes, to my senses, it was you I was fucking.”

“I don’t know, Jenn. I’m so fucked up by all that’s happened. Look at us. You, in Robert’s body, have a huge cock, and I, in your body, have none. It’s a wonder that any of us are sane, or maybe that’s the answer, maybe we’re all insane.”

Jennifer kissed the tears that were pouring from his eyes. Barry seemed to be in less control of his emotions, since he had acquired Jennifer’s body. For a while they lay, side by side, kissing; then Barry rolled onto his back, pulling Jennifer on top of him. Jennifer’s cock found his vagina. Since it had been there before, it entered without too much effort, or without much pain for Barry. Jennifer knew what to do, but, even if she hadn’t, her male body did. She rammed her cock into Barry’s pussy. For the first time, she enjoyed fucking someone with her cock. She shuddered-filled Barry with her cum. Barry’s climax, simultaneous to hers, overwhelmed him. He had never experienced such an intense orgasm. It washed over him in waves. At the height of his passion, the dice rolled from his hand. They stopped on three.

(to be continued)