A massive thank you to RunSilentRunDeep for editing this chapter
"I roll a 12," I announced.
"That's a hit, and just like that the warlock dies. You can progress onward, Adventurer." Kacey said.
We'd been playing all afternoon, just sitting on her bed on opposite sides of a Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) map. I could see her excitement at playing with someone who understood the rules.
The more time I spent with Kacey, the more complicated the situation was getting. By then, I had spent a few nights with her -- just for sex. In the course of that, I had met her mother, who had told me to call her "Miss Mackey."
Miss Mackey was surprised to see me spending time with Kacey. She tried to make it look like she was protecting her daughter - she would ask me pointed questions, such as "What do you want with my daughter?" and "Why do you have a sudden interest in her?" and "Did you lose a bet?" I tried to soothe her by telling her that Kacey and I had started talking, and that we had realised we had a lot in common. Just as if we had. Of course, I had to leave out the fact that every other day during recess I was pounding Kacey's pussy. Perhaps that was one reason why Miss Mackey wasn't impressed by what I was telling her.
But I think she had a couple of other reasons for badgering me with questions. One reason, I think, was simply because she had a low opinion of Kacey's body. In sharp contrast to her plump daughter, Miss Mackey was as fit as she could be. She was probably asking herself how a handsome man such as myself could possibly want to have anything to do with her daughter. She could not imagine how Kacey, even with that extra fat, could still be a good fuck for me and a good meal for the demon inside me. As this went on, I began to see why Kacey had such low self esteem.
But the other reason looked like envy. I wasn't visiting Miss Mackey -- I was visiting her daughter. Like all the MILFs before her, Miss Mackey had taken an insatiable liking to me. I wasn't surprised by her antics: her constant need to check up on us, the more revealing outfits she changed into after I arrived. I couldn't do much about that. I simply tried to avoid her.
And then there was Kacey. Here we were, in her bedroom. That was the first time we had come here without going straight to fucking. We were simply playing DnD.
Kacey had begun the game by explaining its rules. I hadn't listened closely. I did know a bit about Dungeons and Dragons, but at that point I was too focused on her breasts, bulging against her tee, to pay close attention. She'd also worn some slacks, which seemed to be her favourite type of bottoms.
I liked her thickness, it was perhaps attractive because it was unique. And I liked that she was insecure. This boosted my own ego. I felt I had an influence on her self esteem.
Then we had begun playing. With Kacey as Dungeon Master, and with me as "Adventurer," I rolled dice and we talked about the story we were in. Along the way, we actually did get to talking.
We shared some deep feelings - how invisible we both felt in high school, and how our fathers were never around. The big thing was perhaps how much she had wished for a friendship like this. Contrary to what people believed, Kacey did have friends. They were just friends she had met on online chat rooms, whom she'd never met in person.
Her life wasn't as dour as many would have thought, but what she really wanted was a male friend, a boy-friend. The romantic implications of our relationship were a bonus.
"So," Kacey said, "before we progress, Adventurer, I have a question to ask you."
"Um, sure go right ahead."
"Are you going with anyone to Homecoming?"
What a question. At the beginning of our very first conversation, back in the science lab, I had found myself at a loss for words. Then, here I was again.
Yes, I wasn't officially dating Kacey, not that I didn't know that she wanted us to become an item. But we hadn't talked about this. That first conversation had resulted in us fucking. It hadn't led to anything more concrete. I suppose that was Kacey using Homecoming as a way to start that conversation.
I couldn't go to Homecoming with her, but I couldn't explain why. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
How would I get out of this? Abusing my powers to get out of it was out of the question. I dreaded giving an answer, I turned my head away to hide my guilt.
"Mikey?" Kacey had patiently waited for my answer, but her patience had faded. "I'm waiting for an answer."
"I don't know how to explain this."
"Explain what, Mikey?"
"I don't think I can go with you. See, Ellie and I are an item. A weird item though, she sort of lets me do it with whoever I want."
Kacey sulked. "Is that why I saw you making out with Stacy in the girls bathroom that time? I really thought I'd, you know, dreamt that or something because you're such a nice guy and Stacy is so..."
"So...what?" I asked, wanting to hear her true thoughts
"She's a bitch, Mikey, a selfish good for nothing awful person. She makes me use bad words and cry a lot. Why do you like her? I mean, I get why you are with Ellie. She's like good at everything and isn't mean."
I could tell that this was something that bothered her.
"Well," I said, "I don't like Stacy. Trust me, she's just someone I like to fool around with."
"Am I also someone you just like to fool around with?" Kacey asked me, her voice cracking, her teary eyes staring right at me.
"No, Kacey. I wouldn't be here if that was the case. Truth is before I met you I didn't notice you; I didn't see how hot you are, how amazing you truly are."
"You think I'm hot?" she said with a smile, a tear dripping down her cheek.
"Uh, yeah I do."
"I think you're hot too, Mikey."
"Thanks."
"Okay, sorry back to the game. Adventurer, you are now faced with..."
We tried to continue playing but I could tell that she'd lost focus. I caught her staring at me, checking me out almost. Her eyes were glued to my lips, my eyes, my arms. My powers also sensed the burning lust within her. Not that Kacey didn't constantly rock a warm fire, it's just that it was hotter than before.
I didn't want to be the guy to say, "Fuck the game, lets fuck." That just wasn't my style, unless I had a deep resentment towards the woman in question. Yet I desperately wanted to please this horny PAWG.
I knew that one ignition, one spark would get things started, and it came when one of my dice fell on the floor.
"I'll get it," Kacey said. She unfolded her legs and bent down to check under her dresser. Her ass was presented to me. It was wide and round and too much for me to resist. I got off the bed and started rubbing her fat butt.
"Oh my!" Kacey gasped. Her head was still down on the floor, her toes curled. "Mikey, what are you doing?"
"Ssshhh, just let me enjoy your butt for bit." I gave her a good spank. Her slacks absorbed most of the force, leading me to go a bit harder.
*Smack!*
"Ohh... ahh Mikey," she cooed, shaking her ass a bit - inviting more.
I was tired of the slacks, so they had to go. I tugged my fingers under their waistband and pulled them over her protruding butt - all the way down to her knees. It was only her panties between me and her glorious pussy. The musky smell told me just how horny she had become.
"You ready for more?" I asked
"Yes, please do more to me," she begged.
I spread her butt cheeks, and licked her white cotton panties. She flinched from my tongue. I followed her, and licked vigorously. Her body then matched my lapping. What had been a small soaked spot on her panties had now become a large drenched g-string.
"Ahh fuck Mikey, your tongue feels so good on my kitty."
"It's called a pussy, Kacey, say it, say it's a pussy," I growled.
Kacey whimpered a response, "It's a pussy!"
"If I hear you call it anything other than pussy or cunt, I will stop touching you."
Kacey pleaded, "No please, please I'm begging you, don't stop. I will use the bad words, I'll call it a pussy and your thingy a dick."
"Good!" I said with a smack of affirmation on her ass, causing her to moan.
I continued licking up and down her slit, sometimes putting pressure on her erect clit. I noticed it had started to grow more prominent, it was hard when I tapped my tongue against it.
"Aah! Mikey that feels so good," Kacey moaned in response to my tongue flicking her clit. I stopped teasing her and decided it was the time to remove her panties.
*Smack!* I smacked her ass again, the size made me think that she could take more abuse on that specific area. I then started peeling off her g string from her wet slit, shifting it to the side. Her lips were glistening and the inner pink was visible.
"You're horny aren't you Kacey? You want me to taste you?"
"Yes please," she even shook her ass for good effect. I was remembering that I'd had yet to eat out the cute chubby teen. It wasn't because I had had any qualms with it, we had just always had sex in a hurry. Right then, with all the time in the world, I knew I could take things slow and play with Kacey.
I poked my tongue into her wet hole and savoured the taste of juicy wet pussy. I swirled my tongue in and around her tight hole.
"Umm, ahh, ahh, ohh, yes...yes Mikey, I like it, I like it when you lick me there."
It wasn't long before Kacey was riding my tongue, treating it like a cock. Kacey was more adept with her hips than anyone would give her credit for. It was surprising how well she manoeuvred her body, guiding my tongue to her spots.
I loved the way she moaned, it got me so hard thinking about how girly it sounded. That was what made me understand why I had gained superhuman hearing with that demonic awakening. That was so that I could hear her gasps and breaths, it was to improve my ability to please a woman.
I realised that during sex, or if a sexual event occurred nearby, my ears would pick up on it. That's why I had suddenly became so skilled at cunnilingus, so good at fucking.
With that in mind, I could sense the incoming rapture of an orgasm. The tempo of Kacey's breathing increased, her body started shivering.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh...!"
