The attic of Gary’s parents’ old Victorian house smelled like dust, old cardboard, and the faint ozone of summer heat trapped under the roof. It was 1978, and every Saturday night the trio escaped here to play Dungeons & Dragons. Gary, a lanky twenty-three-year-old with thick glasses and a perpetual Led Zeppelin t-shirt, was the forever Dungeon Master. His two best friends — and secret crushes — were Dawn and Cheryl.
Dawn was tall and willowy with long, straight chestnut hair she sometimes braided like a wood-elf. Cheryl was shorter, curvier, with a wild mop of reddish-blonde curls and a laugh that could shake the rafters. They had been a couple for almost two years, though they kept it quiet in their conservative town. Gary knew. He didn’t mind. Much.
Tonight the dice were rolling hot. The attic was lit only by a single hanging bulb and several candles on the old card table. Character sheets were scattered everywhere.
“Alright,” Gary said, pushing his glasses up his nose, “you’ve found the ancient altar in the ruined temple. The air is thick with… uh… arcane energy.”
Dawn’s elf thief, Lirael, leaned forward. “I want to examine the altar closely.”
Cheryl’s half-orc barbarian, Grimga, grinned. “And I’m standing right behind her, ready to smash anything that moves.”
Gary smirked. “As Lirael runs her fingers over the stone, you feel a strange tingling between your legs. The magic of the altar seems to… awaken certain hungers.”
Dawn raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading. “Gary, are you trying to seduce our characters again?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, cheeks flushing.
The game continued, but the tension in the attic thickened. After an hour, Cheryl stretched, her tight tank top riding up to show soft belly. “Fuck it. I’m too horny to concentrate. This altar’s got me worked up.”
Dawn laughed softly and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend, slow and deep, right in front of Gary. Their tongues met with wet sounds. Gary’s pencil froze above his notes.
Dawn pulled back and looked at him, eyes dark with mischief. “You’ve been such a good DM tonight, Gary. Want to come down from behind that screen and play with us for real?”
Gary’s throat went dry. “You… you’re serious?”
Cheryl licked her lips. “We’ve talked about it. We both like you, nerd. And we know you’ve jerked off thinking about us up here.”
Gary stood on shaky legs. The three of them pushed the table aside, spreading an old sleeping bag across the dusty attic floorboards.
Clothes came off in a heated rush. Dawn’s small, perky breasts with dark nipples. Cheryl’s heavy, soft tits with wide pink areolas. Gary’s cock was already rock-hard, average but throbbing.
They started with the girls together while Gary watched, stroking himself. Dawn lay back as Cheryl buried her face between her girlfriend’s thighs, licking with loud, hungry sounds. Dawn moaned, one hand in Cheryl’s curls, the other reaching out to Gary.
“Come here,” she whispered.
Gary knelt beside her. Dawn took his cock in her hand and stroked him while Cheryl ate her out. The attic filled with the wet sounds of tongue on pussy and heavy breathing.
After Dawn came with a trembling cry, Cheryl looked up, lips shiny. “Your turn to watch me get stretched, Gary.”
They positioned Cheryl on her back. Dawn knelt between her thick thighs, two fingers already sliding easily into Cheryl’s dripping cunt.
“More,” Cheryl groaned.
Dawn added a third, then a fourth. She worked her hand in deeper, curling her fingers, pumping slowly. Cheryl’s hips bucked.
Gary’s eyes were glued to the sight. Dawn’s entire hand — slick with Cheryl’s juices — pushed forward until her knuckles disappeared inside her girlfriend. Cheryl let out a deep, guttural moan.
“Fuuuuck yes… fist me, baby.”
Dawn’s hand formed a fist inside Cheryl’s stretched pussy, moving in careful, deep strokes. The wet squelching sounds were obscene in the quiet attic. Cheryl’s big tits bounced as she writhed, one hand clutching Gary’s thigh for support.
“You like watching this, Gary?” Dawn asked, voice husky as she slowly fist-fucked her girlfriend. “You like seeing my hand buried in her cunt?”
“God yes,” he breathed.
Cheryl came hard around Dawn’s fist, walls clenching, a gush of clear fluid squirting around Dawn’s wrist. She wailed loud enough that Gary worried his parents downstairs might hear.
When Cheryl recovered, panting and glowing, she looked at Gary with hungry eyes. “Now you get to feel how loose and sloppy I am.”
Cheryl pushed Gary onto his back and straddled him, sinking her soaked, fisted-open pussy down onto his cock in one smooth motion. She was incredibly hot and wet inside. Dawn moved behind Cheryl, reaching around to rub her clit while Cheryl rode Gary.
Then Dawn got naughty again. She slicked her fingers with Cheryl’s cream and slowly pushed two, then three fingers into Cheryl’s asshole while Cheryl fucked Gary.
The double penetration made Cheryl lose control. She came again, grinding down hard. Gary couldn’t hold back. He grabbed Cheryl’s wide hips and thrust up, filling her with thick ropes of cum.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, dusty pile. Dawn kissed both of them softly, then grinned.
“Next session we should try that with my character getting double-fisted by the party,” she said.
Gary laughed breathlessly. “I’ll make sure the dice approve.”
The next Saturday night, the attic felt even hotter. A summer thunderstorm rattled the roof while the three of them sat around the old card table again. Gary had spent the entire week thinking about what happened. His notes for tonight’s campaign were filled with increasingly filthy “magical trap” ideas.
Dawn wore a thin white crop top with no bra, her nipples clearly visible. Cheryl had on tight denim shorts and a faded Star Wars t-shirt that barely contained her heavy breasts.
“Last time we left off,” Gary said, voice cracking slightly, “Lirael and Grimga had activated the Altar of Carnal Binding…”
Cheryl smirked. “And it made them insanely horny. Sounds familiar.”
They played for about forty minutes, but the game quickly dissolved. Dawn’s elf was currently “bound by magical vines” according to Gary’s description.
“I think the altar requires a sacrifice,” Gary continued, adjusting his glasses. “A… deep offering.”
Dawn locked eyes with Cheryl. “Grimga should offer her body to free me.”
Without another word, Cheryl stood up and stripped. Her thick, curvy body glowed in the candlelight. She bent over the card table right in front of Gary, spreading her legs.
“Like this?” she asked, voice husky.
Gary’s pencil dropped. Dawn moved behind Cheryl and ran her hands over her girlfriend’s ass, spreading her cheeks.
“Keep describing the scene, Dungeon Master,” Dawn ordered.
Gary swallowed hard. “The barbarian offers herself to the altar… and the elf begins the ritual.”
Dawn immediately dropped to her knees and started licking Cheryl’s pussy from behind, loud and sloppy. Cheryl moaned, pushing back against Dawn’s face while staring at Gary.
After a few minutes, Dawn stood up, her chin shiny. She looked at Gary. “The ritual needs more. Much more.”
She slicked her right hand with the bottle of lotion Gary had “conveniently” left on the table this week. Dawn pressed four fingers into Cheryl’s already wet cunt, pumping slowly, stretching her.
“Deeper,” Cheryl groaned, gripping the edge of the table.
Dawn tucked her thumb and pushed. Her hand sank in to the wrist with a wet squelch. Cheryl’s mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure.
“Fuck… she’s taking the altar’s blessing so well,” Gary narrated breathlessly, palming his hard cock through his jeans.
Dawn started fist-fucking Cheryl with long, steady strokes, her hand disappearing completely inside her girlfriend’s stretched pussy. The obscene wet sounds mixed with the rain hammering on the roof.
Cheryl’s big tits swung heavily as she rocked back onto Dawn’s fist. “Harder, baby. Ruin me for Gary’s cock again.”
Gary couldn’t stay seated. He stood up, pulled his cock out, and moved in front of Cheryl. She immediately swallowed him down, sucking eagerly while Dawn continued fisting her from behind.
The sight was overwhelming: Cheryl’s lips stretched around Gary’s shaft while Dawn’s entire hand pumped in and out of her dripping cunt.
After several minutes, Dawn slowly pulled her hand out, leaving Cheryl’s pussy gaping and creamy. She showed Gary her glistening fist.
“Still want more?” Dawn asked.
Gary nodded desperately.
They moved to the sleeping bags again. This time they put Cheryl on her back. Dawn straddled Cheryl’s face, grinding her wet pussy against her girlfriend’s mouth while facing Gary.
Gary pushed his cock into Cheryl’s loose, fisted cunt. The feeling was incredible — hot, sloppy, and incredibly open. He groaned loudly as he fucked her.
Dawn leaned forward and kissed Gary hard while riding Cheryl’s tongue. Then she reached down between them and started rubbing Cheryl’s swollen clit.
“Watch this,” Dawn whispered against Gary’s mouth.
She slid two fingers alongside Gary’s cock into Cheryl’s already stretched pussy. Then three. Cheryl moaned loudly into Dawn’s cunt.
“Think she can take your cock and my fist at the same time?” Dawn asked wickedly.
Gary’s eyes widened. “Holy shit…”
They tried. Dawn worked her hand back inside Cheryl while Gary’s cock was still buried deep. It was an incredibly tight, filthy fit. Cheryl screamed in pleasure, her body shaking as she was stuffed full.
Dawn slowly fisted her while Gary thrust, their rhythms syncing. The lewd squelching sounds were louder than the thunder outside.
Cheryl came violently, her pussy gushing around both Gary’s cock and Dawn’s fist. The contractions were so strong Gary lost control and pumped her full of cum, flooding her wrecked hole.
Dawn pulled her fist out slowly, showing the creamy mess coating her hand and dripping from Cheryl’s ruined pussy. She brought her fingers to Gary’s mouth. He licked them clean without hesitation.
Later, as they lay tangled together catching their breath, Dawn grinned.
“Next week,” she said, “we’re playing a one-shot where the entire party gets cursed by a fisting demon. And Gary… you’re playing a character this time.”
Gary laughed, still dazed. “I’ll bring extra dice… and more lotion.”
Cheryl, voice hoarse, added with a satisfied smile, “And maybe next time we see how deep we can get Dawn.”
The storm continued outside while the three nerds lay naked in the dusty attic, already planning their next filthy campaign.
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