DM and the Dirty 20s Ch 59.5-62

Aka the project formerly known as Untitled D&D Group Story

Chapter 59.5

“Holy motherfucking tits, Shane,” Elyse whimpered into the pillow she was hugging. “Oh my Gawd.”

I grunted wordlessly in return, pulling her closer to me so that her warm back was pressed to my chest and I burrowed my cock more firmly into her. Spooning wasn’t my favourite position for any sort of rigorous fucking, so it rarely came up in my repertoire when it came to The Game, but during my various relationships over the years it had been a go-to for sleepy, intimate moments because it had that element of cuddling, and holding. There were also the perks of neither partner being ‘on top,’ which meant my hands could wander lazily without worrying about who was putting their weight where.

Elyse hugging a pillow made that last part a little more difficult, but she was feeling a bit overwhelmed and had grabbed on and not let go.

“Good?” I asked after a moment, double-checking that the blonde coed was actually enjoying this switch up from what she’d actually come over to my place wanting.

“Um-hmm,” she hummed, nodding. Then, as I slid two of my fingers on either side of her slick little clit hood again, my hand wedged between her curled-up legs to do it, and ground my cock into her in a soft thrust she let out her breath in a heavy sigh as she came again.

That made me hum a soft chuckle, feeling her relax in my arms with the release.

“It’s not fair,” she said a couple of minutes of pure snuggling later.

“What isn’t fair?” I asked.

“That you get to make me come like that,” she complained softly. “Over and over. And you haven’t come once even though you’re so hard right now.”

“I need to pace myself a bit, hon,” I said, slowly running my fingers through her wild blonde hair as I continued to hold her close to me with my other hand on her taut stomach. “I only get two a night, three if we start early and I’m well-hydrated.”

“That’s what I mean,” she giggled. “Biology isn’t fair.”

“I guess it isn’t,” I laughed with her.

We were quiet, just enjoying the presence of each other for another minute.

“Two or three, huh?” she asked.

I snorted softly. “Yeah, two or three.”

“I’d prefer three,” she said, and I could hear the wicked grin on her lips even if she was facing away from me. “I’m thinking you should creampie me, you should shoot one down my throat and you should paint my face with one like the little Shane’s Cum Slut that I am.”

The filthy talk made me groan softly and my cock swelled in her, making her groan as well.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” she asked, pulling off my cock and turning over to look me in the eyes. Her hands found my cock and stroked it gently between us. “Is that OK? I know it’s more than a booty call at that point.”

“Elyse, baby, of course,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her sweetly. “I wouldn’t want you to leave after a night like this.”

“Thanks, Shane,” she grinned with that disgustingly innocent look she got sometimes.

I kissed the tip of her nose because she was giving me such a cute look with her big blue eyes.

“Do you have stuff you need to get done downstairs or in your office or anything before bed?” she asked.

“Nothing important,” I told her. “I’m not planning-”

“No, I mean, is there anything you can do?” she laughed. “You’ve made love to me now. I feel loved. OK? And fuck it was amazing. I want that again and again. I think I just learned like… eight new things about sex, and it wasn’t just weird sexual positions or anything. But I kinda want you to fuck me still. Use me for yourself. Like I said in the consent letter thing.”

“OK,” I agreed, smiling at her and giving her another little peck on the lips. “What does that have to do with me going to get things done downstairs?”

“Oh, right,” she said. “Because I want to put a little buffer between this and that - you were right, this was amazing and I want to remember you making love to me separately from you fucking the shit out of me. And we need to give your big ol’ cock a break. So I’ll run out to my car and grab my bag, and come back up here and get cleaned up and dress all cute and sexy for you so that when you come back up here you can ravage me like the slutty, horny college coed sex toy I want you to treat me as.”

I swallowed hard, almost a gulp, because that sounded hot as hell.

“On one condition,” I said.

“Anything,” she promised.

“You have to put that coat back on to run out to your car,” I said.

She started giggling and nodding, which just made me laugh as well.

Chapter 60

“Morning,” Mel said, making me jump.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed, letting out a hard breath as she started laughing softly.

“What, you weren’t expecting me?” she asked, coming into the kitchen still grinning.

“I had a late night,” I sighed, leaning heavily against the counter as I tried to swallow my heart out of my throat and back into my chest.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, giving me a look.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, I had to park on the street because there’s a car in your driveway,” my best friend said. “And I’ve had that particular car parked at my house over the past couple of years, so I’m pretty sure you had a sleepover with a college coed. You little manwhore.”

“Guilty,” I grunted and shrugged, pouring her a cup of coffee.

“Is it Elyse or Tori?” Mel asked, taking her usual seat at my table and accepting her mug from me. “And where is she?”

“Elyse,” I said. “And she just finished showering before you must have come in, so I wasn’t expecting someone on the first floor.”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Mel smirked, humming her laugh into her first sip of coffee as she looked at me over the rim of the mug.

“Don’t do that,” I rolled my eyes as I turned back to making breakfast.

“I’m not doing anything,” she said.

“You’re trying to decide whether to tease me, praise me, or tell me off,” I said. “And don’t worry, I’m doing all three more than enough in my own head, you don’t need to do it for me.”

“Teasing it is,” she smirked.

“Fuck off,” I chuckled.

“Sounds like you’ve been fucking off,” she said.

“Weak,” I said, pointing at her with the lifter I was using on the eggs in the frying pan. “Very weak.”

“You’re right. I need to work on better material,” she sighed.

The conversation pivoted as I took the eggs out of the pan and gestured if she wanted me to make her a plate as well, which she accepted after a moment. It wouldn’t be the first time we shared a breakfast, but we usually stuck to coffee for our morning visits. I was just wrapping up cooking her eggs when she cut off telling me about the latest gossip coming out of the theatre troupe group chat at the sound of footsteps in the hallway coming our way.

That was the split second I realised I probably should have warned Elyse that someone else was in the house because it would be totally in her wheelhouse - hell, it would be just like any of the three girls with how comfortable they’d gotten in my house - to come down to breakfast naked. But she must have heard our voices, right? 

“Morning, Mrs M,” Elyse said brightly as she entered the kitchen and waved to her friend’s Mom.

“Good Morning, Elyse,” Mel said, her smile brightening as her eyes tracked up and down the quirky, pretty blonde and then over to me. God, I was going to get it the next time we were alone.

Elyse had her hair up in a ponytail, showing off the shaved sides of her head, and while she wasn’t wearing any makeup, she still had that radiant, youthful look that only a college-aged young adult could manage. She was wearing a little short-sleeved, crop top white hoodie that showed off lots of her fit torso - and while she wasn’t flashing any nipple, it was a high enough crop that she definitely would if she raised her arms over her head, and I had no doubt she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. The only other stitch of clothing she was wearing was a pair of skimpy panties that had a high cut on the legs and clung to her mound and butt like a second skin.

She sauntered over to me with a lazy grin. “Good morning, Dungeon Master,” she said with a big grin, raising her arms to hug me.

I rolled my eyes as she flashed me her nips, letting her wrap her arms around my shoulders and pull me into a kiss. We’d already said good morning pretty thoroughly when we woke up that morning so it was entirely for the benefit of showing off, the little minx.

“Elyse, hon,” Mel said from the kitchen table. “Your ass looks like you’ve got a weird shaped rash.” She knew full well that wasn’t the case as she grinned at me over Elyse’s shoulder.

“Nope, Shane just gave me a good spanking this morning for being naughty last night,” Elyse grinned, letting go of our hug and taking my hand from her back and lowering it down to her butt. “See? Hand-shaped.”

“Mhmm,” Mel hummed, still smirking hard as she took another sip from her mug.

“Breakfast,” I grunted, unable to form more words than that because I was dying on the inside. There was no way I was going to live down this for the next twenty years of my friendship with Mel. 

Maybe ever.

I couldn’t help giving Elyse’s perfect little plump ass cheek a squeeze though.

“Mmm, thank you,” Elyse said, picking up the plates I gestured to on the counter as I started plating the last set of eggs. She sauntered over to the kitchen table. “Do you come over for breakfast a lot, Mrs M?”

“Usually just coffee, Elyse,” Mel said. “And I think you can call me Mel now.”

“OK,” Elyse smiled, putting the two plates down and skipping back into the kitchen to grab utensils for us.

When I turned with the final plate, I caught Mel eyeing up Elyse’s backside as she was at the utensil drawer. She realised I’d caught her and blushed. Hah, I thought. Maybe I could get out of the worst of the invitable teasing after all. Mel was as bisexual now as she had been when we were in college, so it was hard to blame her for wandering eyes with a co-ed like Elyse walking around barely covered.

“So, was Shane a good host, Elyse?” Mel asked, pivoting back to territory that put me in the hot seat.

“Is he ever not?” Elyse asked as she sat down and flashed me a grin as I joined them. “I mean, come on - I’m not, like, a floozy, but I don’t know if I know anyone my age who goes out for a hook-up and gets a homemade breakfast like this in the morning. Let alone the outrageously amazing sex and fresh sheets before falling asleep.”

“Let alone,” Mel said, her smirk widening.

“Well, I mean, you know how he is,” Elyse grinned, clearly aware of how uncomfortable I was and enjoying every second of it. She knew that she and Mel shared something now, something that under almost any circumstance would be fucking weird - they both knew they were fucking me. Under different circumstances, sure, but it wasn’t even like Mel and I had been way in the past. How many twenty-year-olds knew they were fucking the same guy as one of their best friend’s Moms, and not in a creepy affair kind of situation? The kinkyness of it all was probably making her a little giddy, and knowing her, she’d likely be hoping that I’d ‘punish’ her again for being naughty. “Amazing cock,” she continued, counting off on her fingers. “Super caring. Super sex skills. Great tongue. And, oh my God, he shoots such big loads, right? Like, honestly, if all Mr M and the two of the other guys in your D&D group fuck like this too, I don’t know how you guys ever actually play the game.”

Or maybe Elyse knew how uncomfortable I was and was more than willing to turn it around on Mel, too.

I could get used to this.

Melissa was blushing now as she stuck her fork into her eggs. “Shane is special,” she said. “The others are pretty special too, but Shane is something else.”

“M’ok,” Elyse said. “This might be TMI, but - has he ever done the ‘Let me make love to you’ thing with you? Because I came over here wanting to fuck, but he totally blew my mind with the slow, intimate stuff.”

Mel blushed even harder, glancing at me. “Not for a long time.”

“Totally do it,” Elyse said, mumbling through a mouthful of food as she covered her mouth with one hand. “Then get him to fuck you hard after. So. Fucking. Good.”

My life was getting weird.

Chapter 61

Elyse had to run before Mel did, realising she needed to head back to her place with Tori before she could go to work, and once the co-ed was gone, Mel and I awkwardly sidestepped talking about everything that had come up. We probably both needed a bit of space to think about it.

Because it was awkward, sure. And a little uncomfortable. And funny.

But it was also a change.

One of the biggest rules of The Game had always been that the sex was part of The Game, not just us fucking each other. We didn’t hook up outside of the game. That was the rule that I was sure had kept our group together for so long without imploding, especially as the couples solidified. Jealousy wasn’t a factor at (or in the general vicinity of) the game table. Boundaries had been set and followed naturally - even when the couples started for more kids after weddings had circled through the group. Condoms were used if one of the ladies was off birth control, no complaints. No one wanted to cause drama.

And the stuff with the girls of the new game had at least been on game night. It hadn’t always been part of the game, but it was associated.

Elyse and I having sex - wonderful, energetic, youthful sex that left me feeling a decade younger but also worried about the implications - outside of even the boundaries of Game Night was different. It didn’t follow the rules and boundaries of The Game. And Mel and I both knew it, even if she focused her teasing on what was in front of us.

Once we’d chatted about the Theatre Troupe gossip and gone over the options for that fall’s production since she was on deck to direct again, she had the final say over the Script options, and we pivoted to some general D&D talk. Her character Meliana didn’t have as strong a connection to the ongoing campaign story this time, having been set up as more of a mercenary, and the entire group knew they were coming up on a big climactic battle with the Dark Lord soon, so she was feeling a little unfulfilled. We talked about some options, going over her backstory a bit as she pointed out some suggestions for things I could hook into if there was time. In return, I offered a couple of suggestions - the party was at level seventeen, so even if they levelled one more time before they fought the Dark Lord they still had progression they could accomplish… if they survived.

We called it after we both finished our second cups of coffee because I really did need to get to work, even if that work was in my home office, and she gave me a kiss on the side of the head as she hugged me before leaving.

Unfortunately, my day slowly soured even with the great morning I’d had and the ongoing flirty texting from all of the girls. 

A couple of clients were dragging their feet on paying me for my work. Another one came back around wanting dramatic changes to the project I’d been working on way too late in the process to be making those sorts of changes - I’d have to scrap at least half of what I’d done for them and had approved so far, and that meant upping the quote and making sure they signed off on that.

Tori texted around lunch time that she felt grossed out by one of the older men at her work making her feel uncomfortable. He hadn’t crossed a line yet that would make anything reportable, but she was feeling discouraged as hell - and I couldn’t do anything about it to help her. I also had the echoing in my mind of ‘older guy’ bouncing around in my skull a bit - I was an older guy. The situations were different, but the age gap was still there, and the line between creepy and attractive was thin and severe. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to be more on the Creep side of it if I’d instigated things more myself, and I still had that feeling that I was doing something kind of wrong.

The fact that Elyse, Rhia and even Tori all sent me pictures of them flashing their tits at exactly 1 PM - giving away that they’d planned it - didn’t help my worries. Or pick up my mood for longer than about ten minutes since I got a frustrating call from the client who wanted the rework.

By the time it was ‘quitting time’ for most of the business world, I really hadn’t gotten enough done to warrant my own quitting time - especially considering I’d be taking time off the next day for the girls’ Game. So I kept working, muttering to myself since I couldn’t even think of what I was going to make for dinner once I finally got something done.

‘I think you might be in trouble,’ Mel texted. I didn’t see it for about five minutes; the ping my phone made when I got a text was drowned out by my music.

I sent her several question marks in reply, wondering what could possibly be added to my stress levels now.

She started typing almost immediately, so she must have been looking at her phone. ‘Rhia was on the phone upstairs and started yelling a bit. I think she found out about Elyse staying over.’

I frowned, shaking my head a little, and started typing a response, but Mel sent another message.

‘Oof, Shane. Big Oof.’

I grimaced and erased what I was going to say, setting my phone to the side. That was the sort of thing she’d said since college to signify that someone had made a big mistake, but I wasn’t a fucking kid, I wasn’t interested in playing games of communication tag or any games in general, and I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong.

I also didn’t have the fucking mental energy to try and parse what she meant by that. If the girls had something going on that I needed to know about, they could tell me themselves. And if they didn’t and got even more upset for some reason, then it would be on them and they weren’t ready for an adult relationship like we were engaging in.

It was almost 10 PM when I got a FaceTime call, breaking me out of the zone I had finally managed to fall into, and my stomach growled in protest as I flipped my phone over and saw that I had half a dozen message notifications along with the incoming call. It was the girls, so I blew out a breath and wiped my face before answering.

“Hey, ladies,” I said.

“Oh good, you’re not dead!” Rhia said. It looked like she was walking through her house, heading from the basement to the upper floor.

“Is everything OK?” Tori asked. “You usually respond to texts pretty quickly and we hadn’t heard from you for like hours.” She was at her desk in her bedroom at the apartment she shared with Elyse - and knowing I recognized the inside of her bedroom from the pictures she sent me was kind of weird considering I’d never seen it in person.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, girls,” I said. “I’ve got a lot of work I’ve been grinding away at, and I got zoned in on a project. Headphones didn’t help.”

“I figured it was something like that,” Elyse said. She was lying on a couch with AirPods in her ears, looking up at her phone in a way that reminded me of her looking up at me in bed last night while I was-

I cleared my throat. “Was this just an emergency check that I didn’t fall in the toilet and get stuck, or did you ladies need me for something?” I asked.

The lame joke got eyerolls out of all three of them.

“We actually had a question about tomorrow,” Rhia said, still walking and entering her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. “We were wondering- Hold on.” The view from the phone went blurry for a moment then came to a rest facing up at her ceiling, and there was some rustling before she climbed onto the bed over her phone, flashing us all her dangling tits for a moment as she’d taken off her shirt. Then she picked the phone back up and got oriented as she was lying back against the pillows at the head of her bed, her big, bare breasts mostly in frame. “There we go,” she sighed. “So we were wondering-”

“Really?” Tori didn’t let her continue. “I mean, really?”

“What?” Rhia asked, clearly knowing exactly what but being obstinate. “We hang out naked all the time at Shane's. What's the big deal about some titties?”

“You’re not naked-naked, are you?” Elyse asked. “Because if we’re turning this into phone sex then I want to know up front.”

“No, I’m not naked,” Rhia said. “And I’m not touching myself. Unless you guys do want to have phone sex?”

“You guys were wondering what exactly?’ I interrupted.

“We realised we’ve all been asking questions about defences and resources and making plans and stuff,” Tori said. “But we kind of glossed over the fact that the Duke’s bedroom is magically protected for some reason. Since we’re helping organise the defenses of the castle, can anyone tell us what’s being protected or if it could help us with the battle?”

“Oh, and I also realised we didn’t ask about any, like, heroic dead ancestors of the family who might have been buried with, I don’t know, magic weapons or armour?” Rhia added. “Like a +1 Longsword of Werewolf Slaying or something?”

I grinned and chuckled softly, finally feeling like I was getting some footing in this conversation even with the distraction of Rhia’s beautiful, heavy tits bouncing in and out of the edge of the frame of her camera. “Alright, let’s see. The old Chamberlain and Lady Aileen don’t know what magic is protecting the Duke’s chambers, or what it’s protecting - but the rumours of thieves disappearing is almost entirely true. A couple didn’t disappear; they were found the morning after their break-ins, one half hanging out of the outer tower window, having tried to scale the tower and slip in that way, and one lying dead just inside the open door. They had no marks on their bodies to give any hints to how they died, but the Chamberlain does mention the Duke saying something about the defenses being ‘Silent as a Nightmare.’ As for historical heroes associated with the family, it is a common tradition for warriors to be buried with their arms and armour. Most of the family history is fairly steady for the past couple hundred years, but there was a younger brother of the current Duke Unger’s great-Grandfather who was said to have travelled to the great plains of the South and worked as a mercenary captain for a time before returning with wild tales, a personal fortune, and exotic weapons and armour - he also, unfortunately, was short one foot, one hand, one eye and one ear and so no heroics were witnessed by anyone in this region. He had a mausoleum erected somewhere to the west in the forest - they can find a local hunter who might know where it is if you think it’s important.”

“What about allies?” Elyse asked. “Like any old pacts with, say, an army of ghosts trapped under a mountain? Or a regiment of Elves coming to fulfill ancient oaths?”

That got Tori and Rhia snorting softly. “This isn’t Lord of the Rings,” Rhia said.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to ask,” Elyse grinned wryly.

“No, it doesn’t,” I agreed. “Unfortunately, all those sorts of promises would have been paid back years ago due to the War against the Dark Lord. And as far as anyone in the castle is aware, there is no fallen civilization hidden in the hills nearby whose unquiet dead are awaiting the return of a bloodline they swore their aid to.” Out of view of the call, I scribbled a note to myself. Just because no one in the castle was aware of it didn’t mean that there hadn’t been someone living in the region before the Dragonstorm.

“OK, so we need to decide if we want to try and figure out if there’s anything useful in the Duke’s bedroom - and it might be some sort of Nightmare monster or something. And we need to check out that mausoleum,” Rhia said. “A rich, retired mercenary could have all sorts of magic weapons and stuff.”

“Do we have the time, though?” Elyse asked. “How long do we have before we expect an attack, Shane?”

“You’re not sure,” I said. “It took one long night of terror and running through the forest to reach the Castle. Moving a small army takes longer, and the different bandit groups weren’t all on the same page yet when you left.”

“But they know we got away, and they know we know their plan because Renee got it straight from the werewolf’s mouth,” Tori said. “So they might try and speed up their timeline.”

“That’s true,” I nodded.

“Shit,” Rhia sighed. “We should try to do at least one of them. What do you guys think?”

“Ladies,” I cut in before they could get into a discussion. “I’d love to stick around, but I do need to get back to work. I also haven’t eaten dinner yet. So if you do decide to chase one of those leads, let me know, and remember to get me your lists for how each of you is helping prepare the defences of the keep.”

All three of them started berating me for not eating dinner at a reasonable time and rushed me off the call so that they could talk strategy. Once I was gone, having gotten air kisses blown at me by all three of them, I sighed and shook my head. Mel had clearly been wrong about what she’d heard or was blowing it out of proportion.

I checked my texts and saw that I had a couple of messages from each of them. Mostly the same as before - a sneaky topless picture from Rhia as she was riding a stationary bike in her parents basement, a cute picture of Tori in her bathroom as she was about to take a shower after work, covering her breasts teasingly with an arm, and an extra dirty picture from Elyse of her perfect, bouncy ass as she gripped one cheek and pulled it slightly open, giving a hint of a look at her butthole and pussy lips. That last one came with a tag about the handprint from me spanking her having disappeared. I’d gone a little overboard that morning with her to leave a print that lasted longer than a moment, but she’d loved it.

The next texts were all three of them asking if I was OK about an hour after they’d sent their various pictures.

“See?” I murmured, getting up from my desk chair and starting to head down to my kitchen. “No problems at all.”

Now all I needed to do was start prepping a magical trap encounter or a short tomb dungeon delve. Because I totally had the time to do that after I made shit up off the top of my head and still had a stack of work waiting for my attention, plus whatever the girls came up with to mess with my battle plan.

“I should really get paid for this shit,” I sighed to my cat Jasper as I found him lounging in one of his preferred places in the house during summer - the lingering warmth where the sun beat down through my back window onto a ledge. He looked at me with his big yellow eyes and yawned, not giving a fuck.

Chapter 62

The knocking at my front door was expected, but definitely not this early. It was barely 2 PM, and I wasn’t expecting the girls for another couple of hours. I’d also heard from all three as usual throughout the morning and lunch, getting the regular general chatting and a couple of teasing pictures from each of them, so I knew it couldn’t be them.

Part of me wondered, as I came down the stairs from my office and Jasper scampered by on his way up and away from whatever stranger was going to dare violate our domain, if it was going to be Mel. I kind of felt like she owed me an apology after she piled on to my stress the day before, and I also fully expected that we needed to have a conversation about… Well, everything.

So my first guess was Mel, and my second guess was Jehovah’s Witnesses, as I went to the front door and opened it.

Then my jaw dropped.

“Hey,” Rhia said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I said, snapping my mouth closed and stepping aside so she could walk in the door.

Seeing Rhia wasn’t shocking - and to be fair, what she was wearing wasn’t nearly as shocking as Elyse showing up naked. But I still wasn’t ready for this. Her long, wavy brunette hair was down and cascading attractively down her back and over her shoulders. She’d done her make-up with a soft touch, preserving her natural, youthful beauty. But that dress. It was a white summer dress that really shouldn’t have been all that impressive, looking sort of like it was covered in red polka dots, but they were actually little embroidered strawberries up close. The key was the cut - it fit snugly on the thin, tall body and came down to her mid-thigh, but that also meant it was tight through her prodigious chest.

Her tits looked fucking amazing, practically forming a shelf as they slightly bulged over the top.

By the look in her eye, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Little early, Snorey,” I said. “Everything OK?”

“Nope,” she said, a little tightly, which made me frown. She’d gotten about five steps into the house and turned to face me, so I shut the door. “We need to talk.”

“Alright,” I said. “Can I get you a drink?”

She shook her head, her hair waving with the movement. “Are you busy right now?” she asked. “Do you need to go hang up a call or anything?”

“No,” I said, gesturing towards the living room to our right. “You’ve got my full attention, Rhiannon.”

“Good,” she said. Then she closed the distance between us instead of going into the living room like I’d suggested, and she kissed me.

She fucking kissed me.

Rhia was wearing white heels to go with the dress, tall enough to bring her right up to my height so it was nothing for her to grab me by the collar of my shirt and pull herself to me. Our lips met, and she kissed me fiercely, and it took a moment for my brain to catch up and realise I should probably kiss this gorgeous woman back. So I did, and she let go of my collar so that her hands could slide up to my shoulders, then higher up to run her fingers through my hair as she held me in the kiss like she was afraid I was going to pull away.

I groaned softly, holding her by the waist. She grunted back, soft and girlish, feeding me her tongue.

It was tough to know how long it went for, but at some point I staggered backwards and my back pressed to the doorsill into the living room, letting her press against me more firmly, her compacted tits a heavy weight on my chest.

When our lips finally parted, I think teenage- or college-aged me would have probably already creamed my pants after a kiss like that. I felt like I’d just been through a half-hour makeout session.

“Rhia,” I said, a little confused. And more confused when she glared at me like I’d said something wrong. “What?” I asked.

“God,” she scoffed, her eyes searching my face.

“What, Rhiannon?” I asked more firmly. “I can’t read your mind, so stop acting like I should be able to.”

She stepped away from me and stalked into the living room a few steps before turning back to me and pointing accusingly. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.

“We talk literally every day,” I said, right back to being confused.

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, her hand gestures making it obvious she was frustrated. “In the game, Shane. You’ve been avoiding me in the game. You’ve fucked Elyse, and you’ve fucked Tori. I thought maybe it was reasonable that I went last - it was my screwed up idea, and yeah, us doing stuff would be… weird-ish. But also not really. And I liked getting to explore lesbian stuff with them when the other was with you. Turns out I like pussy more than I thought. But, Shane, you barely look at me, let alone touch me. Elyse has sucked your cock, Tori has sucked your cock, I haven’t. They’ve both fucked you, I haven’t. You’ve given the orgasms, I haven’t gotten a single one from you, and fucking hell the way they talk about you…” She paused and took a breath, but I didn’t interject. She was clearly on a roll with something she’d been thinking about a lot. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she repeated herself. “And I need to know if it’s because you just don’t find me attractive, or if it’s just too weird, or what? Because now Elyse is coming over here to fuck you for fun, and Tori’s probably going to do it to, and I haven’t gotten anything and I want to have sex with you. I want to fuck you, and I want to make love with you and feel… everything they are. But…” 

She trailed off, her bosom rising and falling heavily with her emotional breathing. I waited to make sure she was done, and when she tilted her head a little, I realised she was.

“Rhiannon,” I said. “I’m not-” I immediately realised I needed to revise the statement I was about to make. “I wasn’t intentionally avoiding you,” I said. “But maybe I was, without meaning to. Because it is a little weird trying to connect the gorgeous, beautiful, sexual you with the kid I called Snorey and who called me Lumpy. My best friend’s daughter, no less.”

“A best friend you fuck on the regular,” she said. “So it’s not like it’s not complicated. I know.”

“It’s just a hurdle to get over,” I said. “Everyone is communicating; everyone is OK with it so far. Let me be explicit with you - you’re deadly attractive, Rhia. Drop-dead sexy. I count my lucky stars every time you send me one of those frustrating topless pictures, let alone when you’re walking around here with the other girls showing off.”

“OK,” she said, letting out a breath and her shoulders relaxing a bit. “OK. Good.”

“OK,” I said.

She reached back and unzipped her dress and started peeling it off. “Let’s get over the hurdle then,” she said as the dress came down and her tits spilled free. They were big and looking almost a little swollen, their pale, smooth expanses lined with little ridges from the dress biting into them and leaving creases. Her areolas were pale pink and pointed away from each other, and her nipples were already little pebbles of firmness in the centre of each one.

“Right now?” I asked.

Rhia raised both eyebrows, pushing the dress down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor of my living room, leaving her completely naked except for the white strappy heels. Her mound was completely smooth, either waxed or lasered or something of the sort, and the little triangular gap between her thighs showed off her little lips wonderfully.

She made a good point.

“Let’s get over the hurdle then,” I agreed with her and pulled off my shirt.

She was on her knees in front of me before I had my head free, her hands working at my belt as she looked up at me, the inside of her lip bit between her teeth as she looked up at me intently and her breasts pressed against my legs. “Elyse talked a lot about the whole making love thing, Shane,” she said. “But today I just want to get fucked, OK? And I don’t mean like Tori and her whole being in control, taking it kind of slow sort of thing. I mean fuck me like Elyse likes to get fucked - or, like, most of it. I don’t need to be spanked or shit like that this time, but I want you to…” She paused as she got my pants down around my knees, my briefs going with them, and my cock flexed up to horizontal. Her eyes fixed on it for a long moment, and she waited a moment longer before continuing so that she could break the seal so to speak and take the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around it.

That made me grunt, and she looked back up into my eyes as she slowly pulled her lips off of it in an extended kiss. God, she was this gorgeous young woman and I couldn’t tell if she knew what she was doing with looks like that or if it just came naturally to her.

“I want you to treat me like a slut,” she said. “A slut that isn’t going to break, and that isn’t some dainty little thing. Just fucking fuck me.”

She didn’t wait for me to answer as she wrapped her lips around my cock again, sliding them down my shaft and then back off, taking about two-thirds of me into her mouth repeatedly and then starting to blow me rapidly.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted. Tori and Elyse had both surprised me with how good they were at sucking cock with two different feels to how they did it. Rhia was on a completely different level. She used her whole mouth and hands to stimulate anything she could get them on. She was on and off of my cock constantly, swapping from sucking, to licking, to kissing and back. She approached it with a confidence that reminded me of…

I laughed, running my fingers through Rhiannon’s hair and pulling her back from my cock as she looked up at me. “Did you get a blowjob lesson from your Mom?” I asked.

She cracked a grin. “I owe her ten bucks now,” she said. “Mom said you’d probably be able to tell. I think she might have been trying to sandbag me though; the dildo she showed me on wasn’t quite as big as you are.”

“Oh my God,” I said, then lost my train of thought as she went back to blowing me.

The thing was… she’d asked to be treated like a slut. Sincerely, not just dirty talk. And if that was what she really wanted, and if we were trying to get over the hurdle so we could find our new equilibrium and not make the Game weird for each other, I needed to step up like she was by making that happen.

“Good girl,” I groaned, bundling up her thick brown hair with both hands and then holding it firmly at the back of her head. “Good fucking girl. Now relax your jaw a little.”

She did, and I took a bit more control of the blowjob, thrusting into her mouth. She caught the rhythm quickly, my thrusting and holding her head still not stopping her from using her lips and tongue.

When I pulled her away from my cock, she gasped for air and drool slipped from her smiling lips. “How was that?” she asked.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, and this time her naked chest squashed against mine as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I slid my hand from her bare waist to her ass, giving her a two-handed squeeze. She pressed her tongue into my mouth, and I groaned as my hands held her tightly.

It felt wrong to do this, but so right.

“I want to taste you,” I gasped as our kiss ended.

“Another time,” she panted, looking into my eyes desperately. “I want you in me, Shane.” She let go of my shoulders and pulled away, stepping towards the couch and pulling the footrest over in front of it, laying back on it so her head was on the seat and her ass was at the edge. Then she spread her legs and pulled them back, sliding one hand across her already flushed labia. “Please just fucking fuck me already. I’ve been thinking about this for months.”

I went to her, standing between her legs and reaching down to slide my fingers over and around hers as we looked at each other, feeling her slickness as she teased herself. She was a vision of youth and sex - an Aphrodite. She could have been the subject of any era of classic painting and been thought of as a great beauty. I could see her as a muse for some master painter, pining over her and everything she represented of his own lost youth. She was lying with her head tilted back, eyes hooded as she gazed straight sex at me, her chin tilted up and exposing her neck as her lips parted softly. Her bare chest was rising and falling with each breath, every curve from clavicle to belly-button both soft and defined at the same time. Her breasts sat heavily, spilling to either side and only losing a bit of their volume. And her legs, slender and long, bent back to expose herself.

My fingers slipped beyond hers, pressing more intimately between the folds of her labia, and she raised her other hand to reach for my cock as it hung over her.

I dodged her teasingly, and she made a playful little pouting sound as she glared at me. Then I dropped to my knees and pulled her hand away from her pussy. It was gorgeous, glistening in the light coming down from the window behind her to prove how turned on she was. I’d already seen it with all the nudity that had been going on, and even with a straight-on view when she’d sat on the edge of the hot tub and played herself for the rest of us to watch.

But never this close. Never close enough to smell her arousal. Never close enough to practically taste it on my tongue. Never in a position like this, so exposed that I could see her pale, perfect little butthole as well.

“Shane, just-”

I grabbed her thighs with both my hands roughly, running them up to her knees and back down all the way to the bottom curve of her ass as I looked into her eyes from between her legs and tits. “You want me to treat you like a slut, the same as Elyse likes?”

“Yes!” she said. “Just-”

“Then you don’t get to just make demands, Rhiannon,” I said firmly. “You ask.”

“Please just fuck me, Shane,” she asked. “I don’t- Ooh, fuck.”

Her request was denied, and I was pretty sure she decided not to file a follow up complaint as I wedged my tongue between her inner and outer labia, teasing it up to swirl around her clit and then back down the other side. She tasted good - warm, more than a distinct flavour, and as I pressed my nose into her bare mound and teased the tip of my tongue more towards her centre she gasped and grabbed my head to keep me right where I was.

My cunnilingus skills never failed to impress, and there hadn’t been a shot in hell I was doing this with Rhiannon and not impressing on her how much she would want to be coming back for more.

Which was also an admittance to myself that I did want this. I wanted her. I wanted all three of them; I wasn’t just along for the ride. Rhia opened the door, but I unlocked it and held it open for them. And I was already deeply involved with Tori and Elyse in ways I hadn’t expected; their trust in me, their openness including me not just in their lives for game time, and sexually, but also in the everyday stuff they talked to me about was a little intoxicating.

But I wanted this with Rhia. It was something I shouldn’t have wanted for all the reasons we’d talked about. It was something that I hadn’t even contemplated wanting before she brought it up. But then she did, and that door was a temptation that I’d tried to avoid thinking about because she wasn’t just a beautiful, funny, smart and sexy college coed who was too young for me. She was also my best friend’s daughter.

And I wanted her. I wanted her like this. I wanted this new her, this Rhiannon that got naked around my house and sent me dirty photos trying to pretend they were casual. I wanted this Rhiannon that thought about adult things, like bringing over wholesome dinners for game night, and worked out how to talk openly about the things she wanted and needed.

“Holy- Oh, fucking tits, Shane,” Rhia gasped as I slid my ring and middle finger into her, focusing my oral attentions on the area around her clit hood but not pushing in to touch her sensitive little nub quite yet. Her hands snapped from my head to her tits, squeezing them hard as she clenched her eyes shut and dropped her head back onto the couch cushion. “Oh. Oh. Oh fuck, I’m going to come. You’re gonna make me come.”

That brought a smile to my lips as I continued to tease her, and I wiggled my fingers in her hot, slick insides as I searched for her G-spot.

“Huh,” she squeaked, letting me know I’d found it. She gasped in a heavy breath and her legs trembled as I rubbed aggressively at that little spongy spot inside her and pressed my tongue directly onto her clit and sawed it up and down against it.

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I’m gonna- I’m gonna- Oh my God. What? What- I feel like- Oh my God, Shaaaane,” she moaned, turning it into a howl at the end.

Her pussy was releasing the wet, telltale squelching of her impending juicy orgasm and I doubled down for a moment, my free hand pushing back her leg even further so that she could clamp her thighs on me when she inevitably burst.

“Huh,” she grunted, girlish and hard. “Huh.”

Rhiannon came, her body rippling and her fingers digging into her tits as she grabbed on like they were going to fall off. Her pussy tried to clamp down on my fingers but I pushed back, starting to thrust them in and out to keep stimulating her g-spot forcefully, and I pursed my lips to suck hard on her little clit.

Her orgasm escalated, her hips humped up at me, and she released a wash of her juices that trailed down my chin and her ass, soaking into the footrest and the carpet.

I let her come down a little from the peak, panting hard to catch her breath, before I withdrew my fingers from her, then my lips, and stood up. She was still panting, and blinking deliriously as she laughed at the feelings running through her, but she focused on me as I leaned down over her and placed my cock right at her entrance, the head immediately coated with her slickness. I scooped my arms under hers and up behind her shoulders so I could cradle her head with both hands.

And then I pressed my cock into her as she looked up at me and gasped hard enough that it made her tits tremble.

She grabbed my head right back, pulling me down to kiss her as I took three forceful strokes to work my cock into her up to the root. Her lips were hungry for mine and she was breathing hard through her nos as we started fucking.

It was not loving. It was not smooth.

It was special.

I was a rutting animal, but she was one in heat.

Eventually, I tore my lips away from hers and sat up more so I could look at her. All of her, every glorious part. Her cunt, clinging to my cock with very thrust. Her tits bouncing hard with each clap of our bodies meeting as she fucked back at me. I grabbed one of them with force, squeezing that amazing, delicious bounty as her nipple rubbed across my palm. I’d barely given them any attention at all on purpose - I knew that any boy her own age would have been obsessed with them, and that’s where their focus would have been in any previous sexual experimentation she’d done. This was going to be different. She wasn’t just a set of tits, she was an entire being who oozed with her distinct sexuality.

Her cries were ringing through the house and if it wasn’t for the fact that The Game meant I basically hosted orgies every month or so, I’m sure Jasper would have been hiding and terrified from the calls Rhiannon was putting out. They were wordless shouts of pleasure, primal and free.

She shuddered into another, smaller orgasm, which told me that she was probably one of the many women who got off more from clitoral stimulation rather than penetration. It felt a little awkward to think of it, but she probably had a lot of the same buttons as Mel.

I pulled out of her, making her gasp just as deeply as when I’d first pressed into her, and I smacked my hard cock down against her juice cunt, tapping her clit and making her whole body jolt. Then I picked her up by the waist and turned her over. “Hands and knees, baby,” I murmured, gravelly and from my chest.

“Mm, yeah,” she panted, getting herself stable just the way I’d asked, and looked back at me over her shoulder as she bit her lower lip hard. I stepped beside her before mounting her again, leaning down and catching my hand on her throat to hold her in a kiss that she gave me back with gusto. God, those tits would probably look amazing bouncing and swinging under her - I needed to fuck her in front of a mirror sometime. Soon.

INstead of moving us, though, I slipped back behind her and gave her ass a little swat as she wiggled it at me. Rhia was still an ‘all tits, no ass’ kind of girl with her tall and slender build - Elyse and Tori both had her beat in the butt department. I was also aware, though, that Mel had only really filled out in the booty department after getting pregnant with Rhia, so it was likely that the skinny brunette wouldn’t always be cursed with a small butt.

Of course, back when Mel and I were getting out of college and she’d gotten pregnant, slender butts were all the rage. Funny how things changed.

I slotted myself back into place and stroked home, and then we were back to fucking. Rhia proved an active participant again, rocking her hips back at me, and I held her hips and waist as I put some of my own hip action to work, stirring my cock in her with each thrust to hit new and interesting spots inside her. That got her moaning, and her arms gave out, lowering her torso to the couch cushion and pressing her face sideways as she moaned loudly. This also happened to open her up a bit more for me to press even deeper.

Doggy with the right partner can be lots of fun, but with Rhia even if I wasn’t going to obsess over them, those tits being hidden were a damn shame. Not to mention that I could feel myself getting closer to my own release, and I wanted to see her face. That beautiful, youthful, gorgeous face that had probably broken a hundred hearts or more since boys her age had started to notice girls. I pulled out of her again and lifted, rolling her down onto her side and slipping my cock back into her as she lay on one hip with her legs oppressed together and up, leaning over her and twisting her at the torso so she was facing up at me.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Rhi,” I grunted. “God, holding off was so fucking stupid of me.”

She laughed, full-throated and full of joy. “Right!?” she asked. “Fuck, Shane, I feel like I can feel you fucking my fucking- my whole fucking body.”

“I am, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck, every part of your is- ugh, disgustingly attractive. I’m gonna- huff- I’m gonna come soon. Where-?”

“Wait,” she said, surprising me as she raised her hands and put them on my chest. “Waitwaitwait. Pull out.”

I hadn’t been expecting that answer, but one of the many things I’d become very good at over twenty years of The Game was interrupting a hot sexual moment to handle something else - a dice roll, a roleplaying moment, or even a need to put a halt to the activities for one reason or another. So I stopped, pulling out of her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my protective mode already switching on.

“Nothing,” she said, maybe seeing the look on my face changing. “Nothing, Shane. Nothing is wrong.” She turned under me, getting onto her back fully and sat up to kiss me. Then she gently pushed on my shoulders, moving me away, and she got up from the couch and trotted out into the front hall and picked up her purse. I hadn’t even clocked that she’d brought a purse with her, I’d been so distracted by the dress earlier. She pulled out a bottle and came back into the room, her tits - God those tits - bouncing as she handed it to me and then sat back down right where she’d been before, leaning to lie back and spreading her legs as she tucked her knees up under her arms just like she had at the start of our fucking.

I looked down at the bottle in my hand, already having recognised it because it was the same brand Mel liked, and then back at Rhiannon.

“Tori and Elyse have gotten to do… They got to basically do everything before me,” Rhia said, a little furrow in her brow. “Touch you, blow you, get eaten out by you. Fuck you. I want at least one first, and I know Elyse is fucking dreaming of you fucking her ass so I don’t know how long she’ll wait. So I want to give- No, I want you to take my anal virginity. Because I want a first with you, even if it’s just between us girls.” She emphasised the point by reaching down and spreading her butt cheeks, not that she really needed to considering she was very much on full display in her current position. Her pussy, sloppy and flushed, was glistening, and right below it her perfect little butthole was staring at me.

“Rhia, baby,” I said. “Getting to it ‘first’ isn’t-’

“It’s not a race,” she said. “It’s something that I should think about. It’s not something that I need to rush. It’s not like losing my actual virginity, but it’s still similar. I know, I already talked all this stuff out with my Mom, OK? Where do you think I got the lube from, or the buttplugs to get used to things. Hell, I even went through an utterly fucking awkward lesson about how to clean myself with an enema kit if I know I’m gonna do butt stuff. Do you know how fucking painfully cringey and awkward it is to sit at the kitchen table with your mother and have her drawing diagrams about how to give yourself an enema? I should have fucking watched a Tiktok about it or something.”

I couldn’t help it; that cracked me, and I started laughing as I covered my mouth. It helped that she was grinning about it, too.

“I want you to fuck my butt, Shane,” she said, then maybe she remembered what I’d said earlier. “Would you please fuck my ass? Take my little booty? Stretch my tight little hole like the little D&D slut I am for my amazing Dungeon Master?”

That last part was kind of cringy, but it also kinda did something for me, too.

“I’ll make you a deal, Rhi,” I said. “Your first time doing anything like this shouldn’t just be spur of the moment. Especially anal - it takes time and patience if you’re going to like it. So I promise not to have anal sex with Elyse, or Tori, before you and I promise that we’ll take our time on a proper night and not on some random Thursday afternoon. But we’re not doing it today.”

“So I get everything I want, but not today?” she asked to confirm. “You’re not exactly negotiating a tough deal here.”

I snorted and shook my head. Sassy, like mother, like daughter.

“It’s what I’m offering,” I said.

“Fine,” she sighed, letting go of her buttcheeks and moving her hands to her thighs, using the fingers of both hands to spread her labia into a lewd, open display. “Then please Dungeon Master, fuck my tight little pussy until you cum so fucking deep that I can taste it.”

I had to remind myself that she was on birth control and that I trusted her to be on top of that, because I had a sudden and very distinct memory of Mel, only a year or two older than Rhia was now, saying something very similar to me close to the end of a session of The Game. And then a month later, Mel was pregnant, and things got a little tense and awkward until the prenatal paternity test confirmed the father was Dan.

The memory dropped as quickly as it appeared, like a waft of smoke on the wind, and I grunted and shook my head at Rhia as she presented herself like she was posing for some sort of gonzo porn. I went to her, dropped one knee to the edge of the couch footrest to get at the right angle, and we both groaned as I pushed my cock back into her. But I didn’t thrust and start fucking, instead I scooped my arms around her thighs, making sure I had her knees hooked over them, and I physically picked her up off the couch.

Even tall and slender, it had been a long while since I’d done any actual weight lifting in a gym and not just my regular cardio workouts (and fucking) to stay in shape, so my back was complaining as I got us upright and she was laughing in my ear and clung to me as she sank a little deeper onto my cock. I turned us in place and sat down right where she had been, then fell back so that she was mounted on top of me. She braced her hands on my chest, her tits pressed deliciously between them, and looked down at me in between a cascade of her warm brown hair as she grinned uncontrollably.

“Ride me,” I told her. “Experiment. Do what you want to get yourself off. I promise I’ll enjoy it, and your reward will be exactly what you want, Rhi. I’ll come deep inside you.”

“God, I might love you, Lumpy,” she giggled, coming down to kiss me.

“Love you too, Snorey,” I murmured back before our lips pressed together.