Unexpected Confrontation over Fairness

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 her 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 them 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 couldn’t 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 nose 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 ****, 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 pressed 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 you 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.

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