Dm and the Dirty 20s
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 51
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 51 - Shane has been playing 'The Game' for over two decades with his old college friends - D&D, but with sex. Now he's being asked to run 'a normal campaign' for some college coeds. It couldn't possibly happen again, right?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Were animal Sharing Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Slow Violence
Kisses at the front door were now the routine.
Elyse came through first and pressed herself to me as she kissed me in a way that I hadn’t experienced since I’d been in high school with my first real girlfriend, making out before class at the lockers. She was all over me in a moment, her tongue sliding between my lips. I clapped my hands down, one on her waist and the other on her ass.
“Mmmm,” she hummed into the kiss, then pulled away. Her bright grey eyes were playful as she grinned. “Hey, Shane.”
“Hi, Elyse,” I said, then gave her a little kiss on the nose.
Tori was next, carrying a bigger reusable bag than Elyse, and she didn’t press herself to me so much as she reached up with her free hand and scooped me down to kiss her. “Good afternoon, Dungeon Master,” she said with a smile after her sweet kiss.
“Good afternoon,” I chuckled.
The first two college coeds were wearing similar outfits that day - jean shorts and T-shirts that clung to them a little and showed off their figures. Rhiannon, the last in the door and smiling like the cat that ate the canary, was wearing a sundress.
“Hey, Shane,” she said, stopping in the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her with her heel.
“What’s under the foil?” I asked, looking at the baking pan she’d brought in.
“Dessert,” she said, knowing full well she was being cryptic.
“What kind of dessert?” I asked.
“The good kind,” she smirked.
With her acting like this, I knew it had to be Mel’s Famous Bread Pudding. What made it famous, at least in our group of friends, was that she made the bread pudding with croissants and got this rich, creamy chocolate to ooze like crazy without getting lost or absorbing into the bread. She wouldn’t tell anyone how she made it.
I wasn’t about to spoil Rhia’s surprise, though, so I stalked the few steps towards her. “Should I peek, then?”
She scoffed playfully, tugging on the pan as I put my hands over hers. “You’d peek up my pan?”
I rolled my eyes and leaned over said pan, giving her a chaste little kiss on the lips. “I’d never,” I said. Then I turned and started heading into the Game Room.
“That’s it?” she asked, kicking off her flip-flops at the front door.
“Is what it?” I asked innocently, turning back and leaning in the doorway as I looked at her.
“You’re not even going to try and peek?”
“Consent is king, baby,” I smirked. “You don’t want me to peek, so I won’t peek.”
She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in suspicion. “Did Mom tell you what it is?”
“No.”
“Did you fuck her at your Game Night last week?”
I raised my eyebrows, looking back down the hall towards the kitchen and the back bathroom where the others would be changing. “Have you taken the time to-?”
Rhia flushed a little. “Erm...”
“Rhia,” I sighed, coming forward, scooping the baking pan from her and pulling her into a hug with my free hand.
“It’s kinda weird to talk about,” she mumbled into my chest as she hugged me from the side, her breasts braless and squishing against me under her thin summer dress.
“Yeah, no shit,” I chuckled. “But they’ll find out one way or another. We talked about this.”
“Ugh, I know,” she groaned, squeezing me tighter and then standing up straight again. “I’ll tell them. Then we can all talk about you boning my Mom together.”
I groaned, making her snicker, and she took the baking pan back from me and gave me a firmer kiss than the first one. Before pulling away completely she looked into my eyes for a long moment, just smiling and looking as I gently rubbed her back through the dress. Then, with a smirk and a wink that was so like her mother, she turned and headed down the hall. And on the way she reached back and pulled up the skirt of her dress, flashing her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties.
When the girls made it to the table they were all in their costumes. Part of me had wondered if there would be any modifications to the outfits after how things had gone the previous week, or if they would even put them on at all since they’d been so comfortable hanging around my place naked. The only real change was that Elyse had done a little more embroidery work on her silky robe which she showed off before sitting down.
The game opened where we’d left off, with Renee fucked to exhaustion in Alexander Houndsfangs chamber and unable to take advantage of him, while Olivia of Parnassus had finished bedding the male lieutenant of the gang.
It didn’t take long for both heroes to make their escape from the awkward post-sex moments - Alexander, back into his fully human form, was dismissive while the lieutenant was wowed by Olivia’s sexual attentions. The three adventurers, along with Fergus, met up at their tent in camp to trade notes.
“He’s a fucking werewolf,” Renee hissed quietly once they were safely ensconced in the tent.
“Wait,” Jade said. “Like, he’s a fucking werewolf or a fucking werewolf?”
“Well,” Renee smirked a little. “Both.”
“How was it?” Olivia asked. “And are you gonna start growing fur ‘cause you fucked him?”
“It was ... overwhelming,” Renee said, and Elyse glanced at me with a twinkle in her eye. Then she was back to Renee and the scene. “In the best way. Sexually. Morally? He’s planning on overthrowing the Duke, forcing a marriage with the Duke’s daughter to make him legitimate, and then carving the whole thing off into its own kingdom.”
“Shiiit,” Jade grunted.
“Fuuuck,” Olivia groaned.