Day Two: Deck Expansion
Game of the day: Happy Little Dinosaurs
"They have no idea what’s coming"

For our next session of Game Camp, we’d decided to try Happy Little Dinosaurs, an easy-to-learn and ridiculously cute card game about little dinosaurs that have no idea that their world is about to spectacularly end. Adorable. Slightly disturbing. Easy to laugh at. Perfect. It even had some expansion packs available if we wanted to add in some new kinds of gameplay.

After just one visit, we were really enjoying each other’s company. Sexual tension continued to loom large, but it was far from all we were thinking about. We genuinely just liked being around each other, and had continued spending time together online since the first in-person visit.

Just the thought of her visiting again filled me with hope, energy, and excitement. Also lust. So much goddamn lust. But we had agreed to try to take it easy in-person after how quickly the sexual tension had spun out of control last time, even in the most unlikely of moments.

Last time. Mmm. It had been playing in my mind all week. The way she just casually sat on my face. My first clear look at her incredible pussy in person. The way she smelled and tasted. Her little moans as she was grinding on my face. That kiss before she left.

I loved the way she had somehow brought the most creative parts of my dirty mind roaring back to life after being stuck in sexual purgatory for years. The best part was that she enjoyed the results of my twisted, sex-starved brain’s sexual creativity as much as I did, and it really seemed to turn her on that it was focused on her.  

Being as into her as I was, even in those early days, I was more than happy to oblige. Her own sexual imagination would often feed mine. Over and over again, she would tell me about something specific she had read or imagined or fantasized about, and it would be something I had already been thinking about, or wondering if she would be into. Then we’d take it and run with it, to intensely orgasmic results.

What she didn’t know going into this round of Game Camp was that I didn’t actually own any of the expansion packs for Happy Little Dinosaurs. I had made my own, rather unconventional one. Just in case. 

If all we truly wanted to do was talk and play the game, we’d just play the base game a few times and enjoy ourselves. However, if things between us somehow took a turn towards the pervy once again, I was ready to just integrate that right into the game itself. 

When she arrived that morning, we immediately hugged, and it was clear that the initial anxiety and worry from the first meeting was nearly gone. Never completely gone, because that’s just us being us, but it felt great to not instinctively panic when the person who is rapidly becoming your best friend is at your door. 

Best friend, and with benefits. God, I want her so fucking badly. All the time.

We spent about an hour talking before we even started playing the card game. The more time I spent with her, the more I found her voice, demeanor, and empathy all unbelievably soothing, and I felt like I could talk about anything with her and it would somehow be OK. 

We had a good time playing through our first round of Happy Little Dinosaurs. She and I continued to be very chatty while we played, but somehow had entirely avoided talking about what had happened last time. 

It wasn’t because I wasn’t thinking about it. There had been some knowing glances. Some little shivers here and there while remembering, and while we were surely both imagining how it would play out if things went down that road once again. 

I had absolutely loved the feeling last time when things had suddenly turned sexual. Of being two giving and empathetic people with urgent unmet needs that had collided in sudden and spectacular fashion. Of just wanting each other so badly that we can’t help but tease each other and see how far we can push it before we inevitably find a way to regularly just go somewhere and desperately fuck each other’s brains out.

I needed to feel those things again. I couldn’t take the tension anymore and decided to just wing it. 

“This is fun, but how about we change up the game a little bit for the next round, make it more interesting…maybe add an element of unpredictability to it?” I asked as I momentarily stepped out of the room and came back with what appeared to be a small deck of cards.

She was game for it.  “Sure! What do you have in mind? Is it one of those expansion packs that you mentioned during our chat last night?”

I grinned. “Yep. It’s a rare deck expansion. Super rare, actually. As in I have the only copy. Because I made it. Just for us. Because reasons. It’s even autographed! Sorry, not sorry.”

She laughed out loud. “You are so full of shit! Let me see that!” I tossed the extra card deck onto the ottoman in front of her. It was a pack of about 50 cards, roughly the same size as the ones from the game, but it was labeled “Universal Expansion Deck” in what was clearly my own nearly-illegible handwriting.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Universal? You can't just use the same cards with different games. You, sir, are indeed full of shit”

I feigned a clueless look and held back my own laughter. “Lies. These cards are…special. They can work as an expansion to any game. Or even just by themselves. Or watching TV or whatever. They just sort of magically work, but only on us. Wouldn’t really have the same effect on anybody else. Especially with this handwriting. I mean I’m the only one that can really even read it.”

“Bullshit, it’s bad, but I can read it just fine.” She bit her lip playfully, knowing from the start that I was clearly up to something. Flipping through some of the cards, she laughed again, louder this time. “Deck Expansion? More like Dick Expansion!. You are so, so naughty. Seriously, Jesus fucking Christ. Your sick, twisted, pervtastic brain has been up to no good again.”

She leaned into me and ran her fingers through my hair, whispering. “I like it. You know that I do.”

I blushed, feeling a tingling surge of pleasure all throughout my body. I returned her touch, caressing her face. “Why do you think I did it? We’re going to play one more time, adding the ah, as you called it, “Dick Expansion.”

She shook her head playfully. “If you say so!” She gave my ass a little slap and sat down in the chair as I took a seat across from her on the couch.

“Oh, I say so!” I smiled and laughed hard, trying and failing to conceal my excitement. My face was flushed and I was trembling in anticipation. 

Setting the “expansion” cards into two piles, I gave her an overly-serious look, trying to keep a straight face.  “So, when it’s your turn, you’ll play a regular turn of Happy Little Dinosaurs, but then you'll take a card from the “Her” pile. I’ll do the same, taking a card from the “His” pile. If we feel comfortable doing whatever is listed on the expansion card, we can do it. If you don’t want to do what’s on that card, you can save it for later, remove it from the deck entirely, or just draw another card.”

I set a small pile of blank cards next to the other two piles, adding a dry-erase marker next to them, and I continued, smirking a little bit. “The third pile is just two blank cards. If we think of something specific we would like the other person to do, write it down on a card and put it face-down here. At the end of the game, we reveal the custom cards, and if we want, we can each do what the other person wants us to do.”

“But! I added, “You only get one custom card per game. So don’t waste it!”

“You are trouble.” She rolled her eyes at me again, but was also clearly trying to conceal her own anticipation. I could intensely feel it. I felt that familiar deep-down twinge of pleasure  before we even started, intensified even further by knowing that she was feeling similarly.

“I’ll go first.” I took my turn at the real game, and then drew an expansion card from the “His” pile. I held up the card for her to see, and it said “Reach into your pants and gently stroke your cock for her. Feel free to moan, but be quiet. Clothes must stay on. You have 60 seconds.”

She looked surprised at the immediate and blatant naughtiness of the request. I pretended to be unfazed and just promptly slid my hand into my boxer briefs, cupping my cock with four fingers underneath and sliding my thumb up the top side of my shaft. My palm rested against the sensitive head. I gasped, and then moaned quietly. I looked right into her beautiful eyes as I rocked my wrist back and forth, lightly stroking myself. “Mmm, I could do this for you all day.” 

The minute felt like it was over before it had even started. I was throbbing. Endless visions of her pussy were playing on repeat in my imagination. I was undressing her with my eyes, fixated on remembering the taste and smell of her warm slit.

“No fair! Shut up and let me have one of those.” Her mock-annoyance just made me laugh. She took her normal turn and then drew an expansion card. 

“Oh, hello!” She shook her head and held up the card. It said “Take off your panties (any way you choose), and hand them to him. They will temporarily belong to him, but he must return them to you at the end of the game.”

She pretended to whine. “No fair, this sucks. I wanted to play with myself, too. My pussy is aching.” 

I just laughed again. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance. Plenty of cards in there involve you doing things to your own pussy. And me doing things to your pussy. Trust me. I mean, the guy who made the expansion fucking loves your pussy.”

“So.” I continued. “Are you going to give me your panties?”

She looked right at me, eyes darting slightly, and took a moment. I wasn’t sure whether or not she would decide to follow the instructions. I returned her look eagerly, wishing that I could still touch myself.

Without saying anything, she stood up, walked over, and quickly slid her pants and panties down to her ankles while looking into my eyes. She slipped the panties over her feet, balled them up in her hand, and quickly pulled her pants back up.

I whimpered softly as I realized what she was doing next. She took the hand holding her panties and slid it down her pants, gently rubbing the fabric of her panties over the lips of her pussy. After a few strokes, she pulled her hand out of her pants and reached out to me, panties in her hand, and shoved them into my mouth. 

She grinned at me, kissed my forehead, and then took her panties out of my mouth and casually slid them down the front of my pants. She nudged them around my cock, making sure my length was surrounded by her panties, and gave my shaft a little squeeze before taking her hand  back out of my pants. 

We both sat there for a while, just breathing deeply and enjoying the moment, all sorts of depraved thoughts running through our heads.

She broke the silence with that adorable laugh that I love, “Hey, the card didn’t have rules against any of that. I just added a little artistic flair. Next turn!”

“Well, whatever you want to call it, it was pretty great. Still is. Mmm.” I groaned a little.

“Anyways, next turn!” I mumbled, distracted and fixated on the fact that her panties were wrapped around my now-throbbing cock. In my head I was remembering the scent of her pussy as clearly as if she were on my face again.

While I was taking my next regular turn at Happy Little Dinosaurs, I noticed that she had taken one of the blank cards and was writing something on it. By the time I’d finished my turn, she had shuffled the new card into my pile. 

I reached to draw from my “expansion cards”. This time the card said “Ask her if you can lick her nipples. If she agrees, set a timer for exactly one minute and silently pleasure her. Both of you need to keep quiet.”  I held up the card and showed her, shivering slightly, loving the idea of it.

She didn’t laugh this time, and instead gave me an unexpectedly serious look. She then nodded, motioning for me to come over to her. I got on my knees in front of the huge chair she was in, and she turned herself sideways to better expose her chest, resting her head on one of the large arms of the chair and extending her legs off the other side. I looked into her eyes and slid my hands lovingly up her body, under her shirt, and unhooked her bra. 

Seconds later, her shirt and bra were bunched at her neck and shoulders, her beautiful, bare breasts fully exposed right in front of me. I groaned quietly at the sight of her tits,  trying to hold back. I had been thinking about those gorgeous tits ever since she sent me that first picture, late that night we first met. I loved everything about them…size, shape, her skin, her warmth. 

She held up her phone. The clock was set to “stopwatch”. 60 seconds. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, “Go.” 

I didn’t waste any time at all, desperately wanting to pleasure her. She gently guided me, cupping her right breast in her hand and offering me the nipple and areola, arching a bit in anticipation of my warm lips and tongue. I pressed my mouth to her skin, using the entirety of my lips to suck around her nipple, lashing my tongue across it lovingly now and then as I explored her breast. I opened my mouth further, expanding my lips around the entirety of the areola, straining to feel as much of her in my mouth as possible.

She squirmed, moaning quietly, then raised her hand and nudged me away. I switched to her left nipple as she took over the right one. 40 seconds left. Nibbling, very gently biting, pulling and mouthing with my lips, just relishing every single chance to feel her. Her own touching became more aggressive. I could see her hips shift and her breathing quicken. 20 seconds.

I rocked my face against her breast, swirling my tongue, rapidly working her right nipple again as she cupped her left breast and pinched that nipple. I was already addicted to the feel of her in my mouth, to her responses, to how good it felt to pleasure her. I gave each nipple a long lick as time expired, smiling at her before pulling away. She adjusted her bra and shirt, and I twinged quietly, my cock still throbbing, and having just remembered that her panties were still wrapped around me.

She sat up and we gave each other a long, knowing look before I motioned to her, “Ok, your turn.”

Grudgingly, she played her next turn of the real card game, but it was clear we were rapidly losing interest in that. She drew a card from her expansion pile. “FREE PLAY: CLIT. You are free to touch your clit however you’d like for the rest of the game. No time limit, but you can only touch your clit, you cannot orgasm, and he cannot touch you. Clothes must stay on.”

My heart was racing now. I was no longer able to touch myself, so I sat there, trembling, my whole body wracked with anticipation. Wanting to just fuck her right then and there, but loving every second of the buildup.

I grinned at her. “Told you you’d get to play with yourself.”

She laughed and spoke softly, appearing calm, but I knew she was feeling it. “Oh nice, no time limit for me!” Then she leaned back and slid her hand down her pants, similar to how I had earlier. She looked into my eyes and began to rub her clit with her fingertips. I could see her wrist and fingers shift and wanted so badly to just pull her pants off, get on my knees, and eat her out. She knew exactly what I was thinking and picked up the pace slightly, moaning just barely loud enough for me to hear it. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and draw another card while I enjoy myself over here. Keep watching me. I love when you watch.” Her voice sounded more forceful this time, more urgent. My cock kept throbbing every time I saw the outline of her fingers over her clit. It felt absolutely delicious to watch her. As she continued to stroke her clit, I picked up my blank custom card and wrote something on it, then placed it face down again next to the one that she had written on for me.

 I didn’t even bother with Happy Little Dinosaurs this time and just went straight for another “expansion” card. 

“Sit next to each other on the couch. If she is willing, kiss her. If she is further willing, take her hand and bring it between your legs. She may touch your penis over your clothing for the rest of the game. You may not orgasm.”

Holding up the card for her to see, she smiled at me, stood up, and took a seat next to me on the couch, leaning against me. She nodded, ran her fingertips over my scalp, and I leaned in to kiss her. Slowly, lovingly. I slid my arms around her shoulders, drawing her closer still, extending the kiss a little bit longer. 

I looked into her eyes and my face couldn’t help but form a smile of my own as I whispered. “Up for the next part?”  Without another word, she placed her right hand in mine. I squeezed it gently, and guided it down between my legs, parting them slightly to give her full access. My mind was so full of thoughts about what could happen next that I had again forgotten that her panties were still wrapped around my cock. I trembled at the realization, shutting my eyes and focusing intensely on the feeling of the fabric surrounding my penis, and the knowledge that the fabric had her juices all over it. 

Moaning softly the moment she began to touch me, I felt that familiar, insatiable throbbing deep at the base of my shaft. The first (and surest) sign that I was going to come soon, and come hard. I loved the feel of that first deep throbbing, of being able to feel the semen starting to make its way out of my balls, ready to accumulate as the pleasure builds, sitting there in me, welling up and then making its way up, up, up my shaft, ready to be forcefully shot out in a moment of almost indescribable pleasure, ideally spurting in thick, hot blasts into a warm, moist mouth, cunt, or asshole.

Mmm. Fuck. Mouth. Cunt. Asshole. I want to fill every hole of hers. I want to just fucking blast cum into her every single chance I get. She had been telling me every night how badly she wanted my cum in her. This might be my first chance.

She reached back into her panties with her left hand as I continued to guide her other hand. I began moaning deeper, tensing my hips and thighs to grind against her right hand, urged on by watching her hand and fingers move beneath her clothes, seeing her squirm with pleasure as she rubbed her aching clit. I was losing my mind not being able to use my hands. I wanted to jerk myself off, I wanted to finger her, I wanted to eat her out, I wanted to fuck her…I was in sexual delirium, the pleasure building in a deliciously agonizing way. 

Why did I write so many rules? Why can’t I just lift her up on my cock and impale her on it right now? God. Fuck. I need to fuck her soon.

My mind suddenly fixated on earlier, when we had both written on our custom “End of game” cards. 

God I hope she wrote that I can come, that we can come. I need it so fucking bad. Look at her, she needs it too.

I picked up the cards, firmly grinding my hips against her hand, my cock hard and throbbing against her palm through my pants. She was responding in time with me, really working her clit. From her breathing and expression, I knew that she was holding back. She wanted to come as badly as I did. Without hesitation, I held the two cards out in front of us, unable to keep from moaning as she slid her fingers around the entire shaft of my cock through the soft material of my pants, stroking me for the first time.

Her card that I had written on said, “Let me finger your pussy while you rub your clit to orgasm.” 

She audibly gasped, stifling a moan, trying to keep quiet. “Do it. Please.”

My own card that she had written for me read “Come all over my panties and then give them back to me.”

I whispered back, “I am going to come so hard for you and cover those panties.”

I looked at her, the mounting pleasure self-evident in my eyes and face, and I kissed her again, urgently, moaning into her mouth. Leaning back, I slid my pants and underwear down just far enough to pull out my cock and gripped it with the bunched fabric of the crotch of her  panties. I begin jerking myself in long, firm strokes, letting out a long groan, using the panties to enhance the sensation.

She leaned back with me, starting to make those little gasps of pleasure that drove me absolutely insane the first time I heard them. I helped pull her pants down just far enough to have easy access to finger-fuck her. My tender fingertips slid down her wet slit until I found her tight little hole, very gently, slowly inserting the middle and ring fingers from my right hand up her very wet cunt. She tensed, her vagina spasming around my fingers and expanding to better fit them. I bit my lip and stifled what would have been a loud moan, slowing my strokes on myself, not wanting to come before she did.

She was frantically working her clit now, grinding her hips against my hand as I began to fuck her deep with my two fingers. I rotated my wrist upward and curled my fingertips, stroking the warm, smooth walls of her cunt from the inside, rocking my hand against her. The gasps were getting faster now. I gripped the base of my shaft, trying to hold off coming for just a little longer. She sensed an opening and immediately took my penis into the grip of her free hand, eagerly stroking me. 

I looked down at the sight of us masturbating each other and felt every nerve ending in my body radiating urgent pleasure. It felt almost impossibly good. By that point I was squirming, pumping my fingers into her pussy and trying to match her movements as she instinctively rocked her hips against my hand. I continued to stroke and grip the base of my shaft, enhancing the pleasure she was giving me even further as her fingers glided up and down my aching cock.

Suddenly she tensed her neck, pushing back against the couch. I could feel her walls contracting all along my fingers, able to feel her pulse from inside of her. I tried to match my breathing to hers, somehow feeling some of her pleasure along with all of mine. 

“I’m coming.” It was all she could get out before she gasped, biting her lip, struggling to keep quiet as her pleasure reached the point of no return. 

I shuddered with absolute pleasure. “I’m coming with you, right now.”

She removed her hand from my cock and used it to cover her mouth, writhing against my hand as her orgasm overtook her body. 

I gripped my shaft firmly, and gave it a few desperate, full strokes, the material from the crotch of her panties positioned right at the tip of my penis. 

Finally. We’re going to come together for real. Right here. Right this second. Her body leaning against mine, looking right at each other. 

Oh my fucking god. Ohhhhh. Yes!

The moment I felt her hot cunt clench with her orgasm, my throbbing shaft began to convulse with incredible pleasure. I continued stroking her inner walls lovingly as she came, looking into her eyes as my cock began forcefully spurting thick, hot ropes of semen all over her panties. I moved my cock up and down the panties, making sure to cover the length of the crotch so thoroughly that it would leak all the way through.

We went nearly still, breathing hard, looking at each other in disbelief as I sucked her juices off my fingers. I stroked her face and hair tenderly as I wiped up every bit of cum off of my cock and into her panties. I held the crotch of her panties up to her mouth, and she leaned forward, eagerly licking off some of the thick cum. Right then, I kissed her, passionately, tasting my cum together, feeling it rub across our lips and tongues.

“I’ll be right back. Stay right here.” She whispered to me.

She took her panties from my hand and got up to walk to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up a bit and then sat back down, exhausted in the best kind of way possible.

Just a couple minutes later, my phone buzzed repeatedly. She was texting me photos from the bathroom.

The first picture was a closeup of her wet pussy, spread for me. The second, of her wearing the cum-covered panties. I moaned involuntarily, feeling my cock starting to get hard again, craving more stimulation. Then a third picture. 

Oh my God. Fuck. That is so fucking hot.

In the third picture, she had squeezed my cum out of the crotch of her panties and spread it inside her pussy lips so that it dripped out as if I’d filled her.

Her pussy is full of my cum even though we haven’t fucked yet. I love that. I fucking love it.

The fourth picture was the last. She was bent slightly over the sink, wearing the panties, giving me a great view of her ass. The crotch of the panties was still visibly wet with my cum and her juices. I stroked myself a bit. Just after the last picture arrived, she walked out of the bathroom and returned to sit next to me. She gave me a disapproving look and slapped my hand away from my cock, and then helped me pull up my pants. 

She began to speak quietly, “Nope. That’s all you get for now. Take a good, long look at those pictures, as many times as you want, but no touching yet. Tonight we are going to voice-fuck each other until you can’t cum anymore. I’m going to call you, after your cum has been seeping into my pussy all day long, and you’re going to load me up with some more.”

“Yes. God yes.” I groaned, winding my arms around her and holding her close to my body.

Dressed and cleaned up, she began to head to the door. “It’s that time again, better get going so I can pick up my daughter.” 

She spoke again, much louder this time. “Thanks for having me over, that was a fun game, we should do this again!” She cracked a mischivous grin, leaned closer to me, and whispered, “Thanks for all your cum, Daddy. I really liked playing with your Dick Expansion.” We hugged, I kissed her one more time, and she walked out the door. 

I sat back down on the couch, body still wracked with pleasure, and just sighed contentedly.

Later that night, we did exactly as she had said. She called me at midnight, her pussy wet again, my cum still on her pussy lips. We just laid there together, matching our breathing, getting it all out, orgasming together until we were too tired to continue. I sent her pictures of the huge amount of cum that I’d spattered all over myself, and she sent me a fresh picture of her wet pussy, with some remnants of my semen still visible. 

We fell asleep together, content, and dreaming of being able to just openly pleasure each other  whenever we wished.