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STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 4
"No need. Move. Pawn to Queen's fourth." She reset the
timer and started it.
Bill looked up. Jen had never used the Centre Counter Defense
before as a counter to the King's Pawn opening. She generally played
a fairly conservative game. Her strength lay in the powerful
defenses she was able to erect. If she tried to play it fast and
loose, she would be going down in flames rather quickly. On the
other hand, taking her pawn would give her queen the centre of
the board. No matter, he would force it back quickly enough and
now was as good a time as any to show her what she would be in for.
"Move. Pawn takes Pawn. And now," he smiled and the image
which came to her was that of a cat playing with a mouse, "it
begins." He set the timer for two minutes and started it. She
obediently stepped back from the table and closed her eyes.
She was trembling, yet managed to control herself as she
allowed another image to fill her mind. 'Better be careful,
Sylvester,' she verbalized to herself, 'This is one giant mouse
you don't want to tangle with.' She was still trembling, but
now it was with suppressed laughter. She felt he was behind her
and knew it when his hand caressed her hair momentarily before
gathering it together and sweeping it across her left shoulder
to spill over her breast leaving bare the right side of her neck.
He tilted her head sideways, she offered no resistance. She gave
a little jump as his fingers stroked her bare neck and she heard
his chuckle. His lips replaced his fingers.
He nibbled up and down the hollow of her neck. Gods! Where
did he learn to do this? It was intensely erotic. Sylvester,
Sylvester, Sylvester, she chanted to herself. His left hand
came around in front of her and the forefinger tapped at her
lips. She opened her mouth for him and his finger entered. She
closed her lips around it and gently sucked on it as he drew it
in and out. The finger was removed then it was back again moments
later. She tasted it. He had dipped it in the wine.
"That's right, baby. Suck on it. Pretty soon that'll be
my cock and you'll be loving it. Play with it with your tongue,
that's right. Feels good, doesn't it? Get used to it, you'll
be doing it a lot, very, very soon." He was surprised at her
instant compliance. He figured he'd have to remind her of the
no holds barred rule.
Bad move, buddy, she thought. You should have stayed quiet.
At least you are whispering, though. She worked her tongue around
his finger, trying to excite him with the possibilities. He
withdrew the finger and moved around to her front, held her face
between his hands, bent over and kissed her on the lips. She
opened her lips and allowed his tongue inside. She kissed back
passionately, dueling with his tongue, breathing heavily through
her nose. Another bad move, my friend. Should have been more
gentle and kept your lips closed, she thought. He had talent,
but his strategy was off. She felt him holding her head more
tightly as, in spite of himself, he became excited. She began
to moan slightly.
Sylvie watched Bill at work as she slowly raised and lowered
herself on Wayne's cock. This wasn't a very good start, she
thought. When Jen began to moan, Sylvie was sure that Jen
was in deep trouble. Then she saw Bill wrap his arms around
her and pull her close. Surely Jen would complain. She didn't.
A full five seconds passed - then suddenly Jen turned her head
away from Bill and pushed back.
"Foul!" she cried out.
"What do you mean, foul?" Bill was a little breathless and
didn't understand what was happening.
"You touched my back, rubbed up against my breasts and belly,
and you haven't won the right to do so." Jen was grinning in spite
of herself. The timer rang. "I won't penalize you this time,
but watch yourself, buddy." She turned her head and winked at
Sylvie.
Sylvie's face lit up. She had been right earlier. She *was*
watching a real master. She began moving up and down just a little
faster, enjoying the friction of Wayne's cock as it moved in and
out of her. This was going to be good, and she was here to enjoy
it all! Ring side seat, you might say.
Bill was chagrined. He had blown it, and he knew it. He had
allowed himself to get sucked into his own trap. The idea had been
to get her excited while remaining calm himself. He reset the timer
for her move but she stopped him before he could start it.
"Never mind. It won't take me long. Move. Queen takes
pawn. Have a seat on that chair." It was another kitchen chain.
Bill sat down and closed his eyes as Jen started the timer.
She was behind him and he felt her hand come down to rest
lightly on his head. Her other hand made for his neck, rested
there while the first one joined it. Then she began to lightly
move her spread fingers up his neck through his hair to the top of
his head where they described circles before moving back down again.
As she lightly massaged his scalp she began talking in a low
intimate tone.
"That was a lovely kiss you gave me, darling. I wanted it
to go on and on. I look forward to another. Hmmmm, so nice."
Her fingers kept up their work. He'd never realized just how
sensitive the scalp could be. "Move your head, darling, show
me what feels good." He acquiesced, the way she had acquiesced
to him earlier in sucking his finger. "Ah, yes. It makes it ever
so much more exciting for me when you show me what you like. I
want to please you, you know. I want to do what you want me to
do." Occasionally her hands would lightly touch his forehead
before sliding down along the sides of his face and around back
to his neck again. "You're not going to be too hard on me, are
you. I was a little drunk when I started this. I'm sorry now.
You won't make me too sorry, will you, honey? I'm a little
scared at what you might do." He'd make her sorry, all right.
No pleading or begging would get her out of what he had planned.
After ninety minutes, she'd both regret and be overjoyed she'd
tempted him. "Don't be too hard on me, darling. I'll do what
you want." No kidding she'd do what he wanted. It was part of
the bet. But it might not be what *she* wanted.
Her hands moved down his face and her fingers lightly swept
over his lips before retreating again over his ears and back to
his neck. God, the lips were sensitive to the light touch, why
hadn't he known that and used it against her? Surely two minutes
were up. On the other hand, he didn't want this to end. It felt
good, very good. But it wouldn't stop him from what he'd planned.
After he had her naked and defeated he'd . . . .
It was like a sudden shock went through him. This was what
she wanted him to think about. Damn, and he'd fallen for it again!
No more, bitch. Except she wasn't a bitch. Or was she? He tried
to think of the game, but it was so early that he knew all the
options and so couldn't concentrate on it. He became aware that only
one hand was massaging him now. She moved around in front of him,
took his hand in hers and held it against her breast. The nipple
was hard. (Unknown to him, the fingers of her other hand had been
pinching it for just this purpose.)
Jen's eyes were on the timer. "Just think, darling," she
murmured to him, just loud enough for all to hear, "soon there won't
be any material between us. Just think." Her voice faded as she
withdrew and stepped back to the table in time to shut off the timer
as it made it's first beep. She reset it to two minutes.
Wayne watched Bill get up from the stool. He appeared shaken.
For the first time Wayne considered the unsettling thought that
Bill might not win. He gave his head a shake. It couldn't happen,
Bill always won. He looked up to Bill, almost like to an older
brother or a mentor - yes, that was closer. He was always calm,
nothing ever seemed to rattle him. And now this pussy here was
rattling his cage. Snap out of it Bill, he thought at his friend.
Speaking of pussy, there was a nice one moving up and down
on him right now. Nice and slow. With her doing all the work and
moving so slowly he could remain hard all night. He reached forward
and gave Sylvie's nipples a tweak and was rewarded with a moan.
"Why not rest for a few minutes, baby, and I'll play with your
titties a while." Sylvie leaned back against him and gave a slight
shiver as his hands brushed across her breasts, then focused on her
nipples.
Bill was now the one with the look of grim determination on his
face. He'd have to watch himself. He glanced at the board, then
across at Jen's oh, so innocent features.
"Please don't look at me like that," she said in what came
close to a little girl tone of voice, "you're frightening me."
Bill wondered if anything ever frightened her. "Move.
Queen Bishop's Pawn to Queen Bishop four." He reset the timer.
Now Jen's Queen was in danger and she'd have to move it.
She did. And that's how it began, her spiral down toward
defeat. Bill began to deploy his pieces, dominating the centre
as was his habit, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
He didn't speak to her during her moves, he merely studied the
board. During his moves, which lasted mere seconds, he closed his
ears to everything, so intent was he on his game. Jen stopped
trying to distract him. She, too, had to concentrate on the board.
She flung up her defenses, yet knew he'd break them down eventually.
His rapid moves put drove the game and without really realizing it
she made her own moves faster and faster without using the time she
had available to best advantage. After all, she knew her favourite
moves, and it was early in the game. A voice within her head was
trying to attract her attention, yet all she heard were his terse
commands:
"Move. Queen to . . .
"Move. Queen's knight to . . .
"Move. King Bishop's Pawn to . . .
"Move. . . .
"Move. . . .
"Move. . . ."
Now Jen truly knew despair. She was going to lose and lose
badly. He had her. He knew it and she knew it. He was so good!
After every move he made she looked back and it seemed so obvious,
what he'd done, yet before the move she'd missed it completely.
He'd been toying with her before, she now realized. That he was so
far above her, she'd never dreamed. If her despair had left any
room for anger at the way he'd allowed her to come close in their
previous games, she'd have been angry. But there was no room for
anger. The despair covered everything like a flood. There was
no escape. No little boat into which she could climb and float away.
She had to stand there and take it. And after she had taken it,
she'd have to take it again and again.
Soon he would finish developing his position and begin moving
against her pieces. She'd be stripped, played with, defeated and
then taken. Her face almost crumpled.
Wayne was in his glory now. He knew that this pussy couldn't
take Bill. Now it was only a matter of time. He nudged Sylvie to
start moving again and, obediently, she began to ride his cock once
more. He pinched her nipples lightly to hear her gasp. Yes, indeed,
it was going to be a fine night. In the mood Bill was in Wayne had
no doubt but that he'd be seeing more of Jen. All of Jen. And that
Jen would be feeling him - in places where she wouldn't want him.
His cock stiffened - more from his thoughts than from the sensation
of Sylvie riding him.
Nika was still rocking back and forth on Tim. She was absently
fingering her clit as she rocked, enjoying the sensations as the
energy within her slowly, oh so slowly, built. She felt for Jen.
Poor Jen. She had bitten off more than she could chew. Yes, it
was too bad, but there would be no real harm done. Nika felt an
ambivalence about the whole game. She was Jen's friend, and of
course wished all the best for her, however, she also wouldn't
mind seeing her friend naked. That might be fun too. Perhaps
Bill would invite the rest of them, including Sylvie and herself,
to enjoy Jen. If he did, would she?
Nika began rocking just a little faster, fingering her
clit just a little more firmly. She contemplated herself -
surprised. Perhaps she would. How about that?
Look at me, damn it! Sylvie could see Jen starting to tremble
and willed Jen to look at her. If Jen did not regain her
composure very quickly it would all be over. Sylvie didn't
understand how strong Bill's position was becoming, being mostly
unfamiliar with chess; however, though the captured pieces were
equal - one pawn each - Sylvie understood well enough that Jen
was in trouble. Look at me, Jen. Look at me.
Jen didn't look. Instead she darted a glance over to
where Nika and Tim were sitting. Nika was contemplating her.
What was she thinking, Jen wondered. Tim, meanwhile, was
concentrating on the back of Nika's head. His hands, supporting
her hips moved slowly up her back. Jen returned her attention to
the Chess board.
Tim had found this a most exciting day. He felt sorry for
Jen, however his concentration was on the wonderful woman who
was sitting on him, rocking on his cock, keeping him hard. It
had been a day of great discovery for Tim. He thanked his
lucky star that he had not given in to his first impulse to
run (figuratively speaking) as soon as Strip Poker had been
brought up seriously. He was also thankful that he'd lost.
He'd started, hoping to win, to see Nika's body. And when
he had been offered the chance to wager his own body he'd
taken it in the hope of recovering his losses and later being
able to exact the same from Nika. It hadn't happened - and it
was just as well. He'd learned a lot from being Nika's toy.
Things he would never have dreamed of asking her, she simply
told him in order that he please her better.
Tim moved his left hand up until it rested on Nika's left
shoulder and gripped her lightly. He made a small V with his
extended fore and index fingers on his right hand and placed
them one to each side of Nika's spine just below her neck.
He pressed slightly then drew his hand down her back as far as
he could. He then started back at the top and repeated the
movement. Nika arched her back under the pressure and hummed
softly. With each stroke he added a little pressure until he
had achieved the desired weight. His left hand kept Nika from
moving forward when he pressed. She began slowly rolling her
head around, still humming with the pleasure of it all.
"That feels wonderful, Tim. Thank-you."
Tim remained quiet but a smile of satisfaction appeared on
his face. He watched her move as he stroked her back and listened
to her hums of pleasure. Jen had been right. It did make it so
much more pleasurable and exciting when one's partner showed how
much pleasure she was receiving. Following Jen's lead he began
to run his fingers up through Nika's hair to massage her scalp.
Again she let him know how much it pleased her and the joy rose
within him. It felt like he rose a little more within her, too,
but he knew that didn't really happen. Still it felt awfully good.
There was a certain feeling of power in pleasing someone, he
realized. This power, however, wasn't power over the other person,
rather a sort of power with them. That was the problem with what
Bill and Jen were doing. They were after power over, not power with.
Knowing Jen as he did, and loving her as a friend, he felt that she
didn't really desire that sort of power and was simply using it to
make a point. Unfortunately it didn't seem too likely that her point
was going to make much of an impression. Not if she didn't get a
move on. Even now it seemed as if it might be too late. That was
too bad, he thought.
Look at me, Jen, damn it, look at me. Sylvie's concentration
was something fierce and, almost as if she heard, Jen's head swiveled
around until her eyes, set in a face of woe, met Sylvie's. Finally!
Sylvie glared at Jen for a moment, then made a fist of her left hand
cupped her right palm below it and made a sharp motion, as if to
strike he palm with her fist. The movement caught Jen's attention
and Sylvie repeated it. Jen's eyes came back up to meet Sylvie's.
Sylvie was no longer glaring, still there was a look of determination
in her eyes. She stared for a moment longer, made one more striking
motion then gave an almost millimetric nod.
Understanding flooded into Jen's eyes and she returned the nod.
Composing herself, she turned back to the board just as another bolt
of lightning pierced the sky. Shortly afterwards the sound of the
thunder was heard in the room. The sound was a joy to Jen and more
than anything it helped her regain her spirits. She glanced at the
timer. Only seconds left to make a play or suffer a penalty. She
made a quick move which neither strengthened nor weakened her position.
Bill cast an amused glance at her then made another quick move.
He no longer bothered with the timer where his moves were concerned,
merely reset it for Jen's next move.
Jen studied the board again. There had to be a way, there just
had to. There was! She saw it. What had she been thinking of?
She had been playing Bill's game, when she already knew she
couldn't beat him at it. Not at the level where she thought him
to be and certainly not at the level where he truly was. She had
to play her own game and disrupt his. This might do it. It was
taking a huge chance, it was a gamble, but it was the only one she
could see.
She looked up at Bill and smiled. She almost laughed at the
sudden look of consternation on his face. The words 'what have I
missed?' leapt to his eyes, she could almost read them there. He
quickly returned his attention to the board but she had no
intention of allowing that.
"Move. Rook takes Pawn." She spoke with as much authority
as she could muster.
"What?!" Bill was incredulous. It didn't make any sense.
Or did it? It was too late for him to check, for she was leading
him back to the chair. He sat and closed his eyes, recalling, in
his mind's eye, the board.
His hair was suddenly ruffled, his face seized and he was
assaulted by one of the most passionate kisses it had ever been
his good fortune to receive. The intent, no doubt, was to ruin
his concentration on the chess board. It worked. While Jen
locked lips with him her hands were busy mussing his hair, touching
his face and caressing his ears. He was quite out of breath when
she broke contact.
Jen took his hand in hers and turned it palm up. She began
tracing patterns on it. "Oh, Bill," he heard her say, "I know you
didn't believe it possible, but I've got you." Her voice was low
and sultry, tinged with her excitement, which tended to excite him
as well. He tried to concentrate once more on his mind's eye game
board, yet found his attention drawn ever back to his palm. What
*was* she tracing there. Every time he began to get the sense of
it she changed the pattern. It bothered him that he could not
figure it out.
"Your palm is telling me things about you, Bill. Wicked things.
What you like to do; what you like to have done to you." She paused
suddenly. "Why Bill, you *naughty* boy. I'd never have guessed.
Well, don't you worry, I'll take care of *that*." There was
another pause. "That's interesting." She began to follow the lines
on his palm. He wondered if she were really into palmistry or if
she was making things up as she went along. Bill suddenly realized
that he didn't really know all that much about Jen. She'd certainly
surprised him more than once this day. Indeed, what did he really
know about her?
"Your lines show me that there is about to be a great change in
your life. Tell me Bill, do you think that this change will start
tonight?" Again, as the last time, his hand was brought up against
her breast, to feel the hard nipple through the shirt and her top.
She used his palm to rub it, using a circular motion. "Do you like
that, Bill? I wonder how long I'll have you doing that." Damn,
she had a way of getting to him. It can't be much longer, he
thought, then, one look at the board will tell me. Jesus, what
if I have missed something? What if she does have me? No. It
won't happen, can't happen.
The timer beeped and Bill opened his eyes in time to see Jen
striding confidently back to the table to reset the timer. He
jumped up and hurried back himself. He had to see. Jen turned and
looked at him with an insufferably smug look on her face, her
gray-green eyes laughing. He bent his head to study the board.
Sylvie shook her head in amazement. Jen had certainly recovered
quickly. She wondered if Jen had really found a weakness in Bill's
position or was merely putting up a good front. It didn't really
matter. What mattered was that Jen was back in the game. Sylvie
was happy that it had been she who had made the difference. Now,
if Jen won, she would feel a part of that victory.
Bill scanned the board. He was puzzled. What the hell had
she seen? Then he saw it, blinked, then laughed out loud. So that
was it. If he took her rook with his pawn he would open up a line
of attack on his queen by her queen. She must have failed to see
that his queen was protected by his bishop. Jen must have figured
she'd get a free pawn out of it. Now, instead of that, she had
traded a rook for a pawn. He laughed again and looked up, catching
Jen's smile fade as she studied the board for what he had seen.
Ah, yes. She saw it. He saw her wince then look up at him,
chagrined. He threw back his head and laughed. Now for some fun.
"Move. Pawn takes Rook. Now, let's see, will it be the
skirt or the shirt. Hmmm, I wonder." Let her sweat it out
for the moment. Would she exchange queens? He doubted it. It
would leave her in a position which was far too weak. It didn't
really matter anyway. He'd have her naked soon enough. He moved
around the table to her. She stepped back and closed her eyes.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"You have something of mine, and I'm going to take it back."
With that he started unbuttoning her shirt - well his shirt
actually. He undid the buttons quickly but without haste, then
gently pulled the shirt back and off of her body and arms. Now
all that remained between him and those nipples she had been
taunting him with was her top. One of her bishops was in a weak
position, and that was what had decided him to take her shirt.
She would soon be topless. Her queen, no doubt, she would defend
to the last if he had taken her skirt.
"Ah, Jen, Jen. You almost had me going. You made me doubt
myself, and now you're going to pay." He ran his hands up and
down her arms, touching them lightly. She shivered and he
chuckled. He hadn't enjoyed that feeling of doubt. He had
always been confident in his abilities and she'd made him doubt
them for a moment. She would pay.
How had she recovered so quickly, though? Previously he had
her on the ropes. Then she bounced back so quickly it had shaken
him. She'd been on the verge of crying, he'd thought. It wasn't
that he wanted her to cry, he didn't, but he did want her to know
her place. Now he wanted her back facing inevitable defeat and
knowing it. And knowing what it would portend. If he had to
exaggerate a little, here, to bring the realization to her, then
so be it.
He placed his hand on her belly. "It's a fine flat stomach
you have, Jen. I wonder how it will feel from the inside. Oh,
I'll be using you, using you well. A wasted Rook. Tch, tch.
Your position was poor to begin with. Now there is no hope."
He stroked her belly possessively, as far down as her skirt would
allow him to go. "This is mine, now, Jen. Your body belongs to
me, it's inevitable. Don't worry. It won't take too long, I just
have to strip you first, that's all." He chuckled evily, but was
frustrated. It wasn't working. She was too calm. "Ever been
double teamed, Jen?" He moved one hand to her bare back drumming
his fingers lightly on her soft skin, leaving the other on her
belly, stroking it gently, drawing her attention to both her front
and her back. "You know what I mean, don't you. Double
penetration. It can be arranged. Easily arranged. I'm sure
Wayne wouldn't mind - ah, I see him nodding his head." He felt
her stomach jump under his hand.
Jen shook under his touch. He wouldn't allow that, would he?
She heard the nasty insinuation in his voice. She felt demeaned.
He probably would. It would be humiliating. At least word would
never leave this apartment. Apparently these games had been going
on for some time and she'd never heard any details of them. Tim
had, but only broad ones, never even the names of any of the
participants. He'd told her that during the break in the poker
game. That was why he'd consented to it. Bill was speaking again.
"But we can't leave Tim out, now can we. That wouldn't be
neighbourly. You have such a sweet mouth, Jen. Can Tim have
your mouth? I'm sure He'd like it. Triple penetration, Jen. Not
too many women can boast of that." She shuddered, and knew he
was grinning. "Oh, come on Jen. You know you'll love it. And
let's not leave out the ladies. After all you have two hands
you won't be using for anything else. And we have ninety minutes,
Jen. Ninety minutes. And you know how long even two minutes can
be, don't you Jen." A sob escaped her. "Ah, poor Jen," he chuckled,
"didn't realize what you were getting into, did you. Poor, poor,
Jen."
Bill smiled. He'd gotten through to her all right. He almost
felt bad. Of course he wouldn't really force her into sex with
all five of them simultaneously. Or would he? It might be
interesting. Anyway, his talk had had its desired effect. Jen
was shuddering now, probably trying to keep from sobbing openly.
The two minutes were up and Bill stood back.
Sylvie shook her head. Bill had been rough. He had been
rough and he had been thorough and it had taken it's toll on Jen.
Maybe it was time she stopped involving herself in these games.
This was just too brutal. Jen was finished now. Sylvie knew it.
She bowed her head slowly. It was too bad. Suddenly she didn't
feel very much like sex anymore. Still, she had made a bargain
so she continued riding Wayne, however she wasn't enjoying it
any longer.
End of Part 4, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 5
She watched Bill return, triumphantly, to the table, this
time remaining on Jen's side of it. For a moment Sylvie was
puzzled, then remembered. After a player lost an article of
clothing her opponent was allowed to touch what had been under
that article during the duration of her moves. The distraction
portion of the game was escalating.
Sylvie's gaze went back to Jen, who raised her head slowly,
as if she were still in shock. Jen's head swiveled around until
their eyes met. Jen held her gaze for three or four full seconds
and then one eyelid drooped in a slow, unmistakable wink. Sylvie's
heart leapt and her stomach felt all tingly. Awright, Jen! The
lady was an actress! Hey, the sex wasn't so bad after all. She
felt her vaginal muscles tighten about Wayne's cock and realized
that extra juices were flowing. She began bobbing up and down in
her excitement.
"Hey, slow down, little filly," Wayne's surprised voice
sounded in her ear. "We've plenty of time left. Relax for a
few minutes." His arms came around her and held her close
to him. He was excited, too, she could tell, and didn't want
to climax yet. He was waiting for more unveiling of, and misery
for, Jen. He was going to get a surprise.
"Okay, Jen, I've reset the timer. Now I get to give you
a small taste of what's to come, right? Don't hurry your move
on my account." There was laughter in his voice, a smile on
his lips.
"Why Bill, darling, I wouldn't dream of it." Jen put all
the condescension she could into her voice, and laughed as the
smile dropped from Bill's face. He was so stunned that he
failed to reach for her after he started the timer. She
laughed out loud and picked up her queen. "I guess I'd
better move my Queen, eh, Bill. Guess where it's moving to?"
The look of shock on his face was beautiful to see.
"Move." Hard, decisive.
"Queen." Anticipation. She licked her lips.
"Takes." Breathless. Imminant Joy. Eyes almost closed,
head tilted slightly to the side, beautific smile.
"Queen." Triumph!
What the hell was she doing? She was committing suicide.
There was no hope for her this way. Bill was stunned. It was not
so much that she had done this, but that she seemed to feel that
it was some sort of victory as well. The woman was crazy.
"Ohhh, Bi-illl?" He looked up. She was standing, legs apart,
one hip jutting out, hand on hip, smiling like, as the cliche
went, the cat who swallowed the canary. "Before I take your
pants," she set the timer. His pants, oh shit! "Before I
take your pants," she repeated, "I want you to see what I found."
He looked on, unable to do otherwise, as she pulled something out
of her skirt pocket and deposited it on the table next to her
glass of wine. His jaw dropped. It was the lubricant from the
bathroom. She gave him an open mouthed smile (one of the kind
he found so exciting, where the jaw was lowered and the bottom
teeth were covered by the lower lip), then slowly ran her tongue
across the tips of her upper teeth. He shuddered. Then with a
look of sheer serendipity she added, "And you know, Bill, I
think I may find a use for it - real soon." He blanched. He
could feel the blood drain from his face. "Better take *real*
good care of your rooks, darling," she finished and deliberately
lifted the wine glass and took a swig. Then she quickly replaced
the glass and pushed him back from the table.
Sylvie could hardly contain her delight. She was squirming
in Wayne's grasp, feeling delightfully intoxicated. Go, Jen, Go!
Jen manhandled Bill into position by jerking on his belt. He was
now facing Sylvie. Awright, Jen! Standing slightly to one side
so Sylvie could see everything, Jen grasped the end of Bill's belt
and yanked it backwards, popping the tongue of the buckle out of
the notch. Bill grunted as the belt tightened about his middle.
She then grasped the buckle and, with one heave, dragged the belt
from its loops and dropped it, disdainfully, onto the floor.
Sylvie was grinning widely, biting on her lower lip. Oh God, yes!
Bill's face was now red, and Sylvie struggled to keep from laughing.
Jen wasn't letting up at all. She took hold of Bill's zipper and,
with a smile at Sylvie, jerked it down roughly. Sylvie was now
bouncing on Wayne, who was trying to hold her down.
"What's the matter with you? Hey, be careful or you'll break
it off!" Sylvie paid him no mind, but she quieted down in
anticipation of what was to come. Jen roughly took hold of Bill's
pants on either side of the snap and rudely popped it open. She
held them up with one hand and, moving behind Bill, grasped the
waistband of his pants at either hip. She looked around his body
to Sylvie.
"Ready?" she asked.
Sylvie was like a kid about to get a promised lollypop. She
nodded, eyes wide. Jen dropped to her knees, dragging Bill's pants
with her in an abrupt motion which left them in a puddle about his
feet.
"Yess!" Sylvie cried and tried to jump to her feet. Wayne
had been ready for her, however, and she only made it high enough
to clear his shaft, his cockhead was still in her, before he
brought her roughly back down.
"Wooo!" She gasped as he came plunging back inside her. "Oh,
my." She sucked in a few breaths. That was fun. She looked again
at Bill's face. It was now crimson. Jen was speaking, words
dripping off her tongue. Sylvie concentrated.
" . . . and two can play the penetration game, Bill. And I
won't have to wait until the game is over, either!" Ouch.
"You can step out of the pants any time you want." Bill
complied. His shirt covered most of his underwear, but Sylvie
could still see an nice bulge there.
The timer beeped and Jen returned to the table to reset it
and to prepare for what she knew was coming.
Bill stumbled back to the table to review the situation. It
was Jen's right to go after his legs, yet she refrained. She simply
stood there, looking at him with that terrible smile on her face.
He jerked his gaze away and back to the board. He knew what his
move was, but he needed time. Time to recover, time to look at
this new situation.
God! She was a maniac; she didn't care if she lost! She
was going to go after his rooks and eventually, he knew, she
would get one. His unwilling gaze went back to the tube of
lubricant. She would use it. She would. He knew she would.
No holds barred? When he had agreed to that he'd never imagined
*this* situation.
He had to get a hold of himself. He forced himself to
study the board. If he played to win, there would be no problem.
She was finished. He wouldn't even have to lose another piece,
but only if she were playing to win as well. But she wasn't,
she was playing for his shorts! Damn her. He'd already taken
his best shot at her - the threat of triple penetration and
sex with five of them at once - and it hadn't fazed her. She'd
only laughed.
What the hell had happened? He'd had her. She had broken.
How had she recovered so quickly? Damn, damn, damn. He could
strip her and mate her, but not without risking at least one
rook. And that was what she wanted. That was all she needed
to obtain *her* victory. Okay, Bill, think. Yes, if he mated
her quickly, without stripping her. It could be done. It'd
be difficult without risking a rook, but it could be done.
Or . . . Or he could quit the game. That was always an
option in any of the games. However, should he do that, word
would eventually get around that he could dish it out but
couldn't take it and that would be an end to the games here.
Damn, damn, damn. Okay. He'd go for the quick mate.
Why the hell couldn't she play with his legs, or something,
instead of just watching him with that expectant smile.
"Move. Bishop takes Queen. Now it's my turn." He tried
to sound gloating and sure of himself, but couldn't. There
was almost a stammer in his voice.
Jen obediently stepped back from the table and closed her
eyes. She raised her arms and posed, her head turned to one
side, allowing him easy access to her skirt. She would give him
nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief that her gamble had
paid off. If he'd taken her skirt when he captured that first
Rook, she'd have been in trouble now. The lubricant would be
about to be used - on her. There had never been any option for
her, once she'd taken that pawn. If he'd taken her skirt
for the Rook, she'd still have had to do the queen exchange,
and would now be without bottoms and at his mercy. Her only
defense would have been to tell him that she would return the
favour for anything he did to her.
Of course, that went without saying; that was part of the
game, part of the danger, the excitement of playing it. Now
she'd have to be prepared to reap what she was about to sow.
His hands fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, then
brought it down. Then they undid the catch and allowed the
skirt to fall, of its own volition, to the ground.
There was a whistle from behind her. That would be Wayne.
She allowed herself a small smile. She knew she had a nice,
shapely tush and hips, along with well formed legs, still it was
pleasing to have confirmation now and again. Even if it was from
someone like Wayne? Yeah, even if it was from someone like
Wayne. She also heard a hum of approval - from Nika? Before
she could confirm that, Bill began to speak.
"Very, nice, Jen." His fingers began to lightly touch
her, stroking from just below her high cut silk panties down
to her socks and back up again. A little pressure from his
fingers bade her to open her legs a little and she complied.
The soft insides of her thighs were gently stroked and she was
hard put to not hum out her pleasure. Then he was kissing them.
He did have talent, there was no doubt about it. She stretched
to release some of the tension which was building up. The
stretch sent a wave of pleasure through her and a dull rumble
added to the pleasure. The storm was getting closer. Now there
was an interesting thought. Thunderstorms excited her. Could
this be an ally for Bill? Hmmmm. Ah, that felt good. He had
talent and his strategy was improving. Threats didn't work nearly
so well against her as quiet eroticism. She imagined him with
his head between her legs and began to get wet.
A voice whispered in her ear, "I will have you Jen, and
*you* be careful with your last rook, yourself. That lube you
brought out may be useful to me, too." Damn! He'd ruined it.
Or perhaps: Good! He'd ruined it. The timer beeped and she
opened her eyes. She looked at him. He still looked shaken, was
still unsure of himself.
Jen moved towards the board once more, but Bill blocked her
way. She looked at him, questioningly.
"Folks. A fifteen minute break for the bathroom, to refill
your glasses or whatever. The timer stops here and resumes in
fifteen minutes." He needed the time to recover, but he did,
also, need to use the can.
"Okay, Bill," Jen replied. "I can use the time to clip my
fingernails." She paused. "Or maybe I won't."
Bill stopped short. He tried to get a glimpse of her nails
but she had made her hands into fists so he couldn't see and, for
the life of him, he couldn't recall how long or short they were.
She smiled her superior smile. Damn her, anyway. He walked off
down the hallway missing the glare directed at him by Sylvie.
Sylvie, with a little regret, popped off Wayne with a
squishy sound and glared at Bill's back as he walked off. Coward,
she thought. Need a little time to recover, eh? Oh, well,
she could do with a little more wine anyway. She picked up her
glass and headed for the bottle. Jen intercepted her before she
could get there, however.
"Can I ask you a favour, Sylvie?"
"You got it, babe. I just loved what you did to him. I've
been waiting for so long." She stared off dreamily, before
coming back to the present. "I told you earlier, if I can help,
I will."
"You already have. If it wasn't for you I would have folded
back there. Thanks, Sylvie. I mean it." Her eyes were serious.
"Now, what I'd like you to do, since I can't go near the board
without it appearing I'm cheating, is to go over and take a few
sips from my glass . . ."
"So he thinks you've been drinking," finished Sylvie for her
with a smile. "I was just on my way to fill up my glass anyway.
We're a team, Jen, like in wrestling. We tag up and I go in the
ring for a while. I won't let him recover." She put her hand
up and Jen grinned and tagged.
Sylvie took one step, then turned back. "Can you beat him,
Jen?"
"Not if he wants to win and is ready to pay the price. What
I'm betting . . . what we're betting is that he isn't willing to
pay the price and, by not being willing, will therefore have to
pay the price and more." Jen shrugged her shoulders.
"In other words, our only chance is to psych him out?"
"In other words, our only chance is to psych him out," Jen
confirmed.
No sooner had Sylvie gone off to do her little chore than
Jen found herself with Nika.
"Enjoying our little show," she asked her naked friend.
"Actually, it's too intense for me. I've never seen you like
this before, Jen."
"And I've never seen you like this, either," Jen grinned and
looked Nika up and down. Nika had one hot body, Jen decided.
Nika giggled and twirled around so Jen could see her from all
angles. "You like?" There was laughter in her voice, yet Jen
caught an undertone of seriousness.
"I like. You are really quite beautiful. You must be driving
Tim wild."
Nika blushed at the compliment. "He's so sweet. We've come
such a long way today. Without these crazy games it might have
taken months before we were where we are now. Speaking of games,
how are you doing with yours." Nika paused, then continued, a little
shame-faced, "You see, I haven't really been watching to closely -
except, of course, when you took off Bill's pants and then when
he took off your skirt . . . . Say, you really going to use that?"
She pointed at the lube.
"If I want to win, I'll have to. Otherwise, he'll be just too
good for me."
"You're too intense, Jen. Winning isn't everything. Actually,
I'm more interested in my own little show than in yours. It's more
laid back."
"With emphasis on 'laid'?" Jen and Nika laughed together.
"Isn't it great?" Nika saw Bill returning. "Oh, gotta go pee,
Jen. See you soon, maybe more of you."
"Wait. Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Yours, of course, silly. But fair's fair. You can see all
of me. I kind of want to see all of you." Again the undertone of
seriousness.
"Nika, either way, I promise you, you will. How's that? Now
can you root for me?"
Nika regarded her seriously. "Absolutely." She turned and
ran towards the bathroom. "I really have to go," she called back.
Bill was feeling a little better. He knew he could beat Jen.
He'd just have to stay calm and controlled. Sylvie approached him,
her forefinger in her mouth. Now what?
"Hi Bill. Guess what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes up. Why
me? he thought.
"You hurt your finger and you're making it all better?" Sarcasm
was the way to deal with her.
"No, Bill. I'm lubricating it. Getting ready for later. Jen
might let me have you. She has such good ideas. Wanna hear some?"
He didn't, but as he moved off, with her close behind, he knew he
was going to hear them anyway. Why couldn't she just leave him
alone?
"Jen?" She turned and found Tim looking at her half shy,
half expectantly.
"Yes, Tim?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you something." He seemed
to find it hard to meet her eyes.
"Something personal, Tim?" She smiled encouragingly.
"Yes. Can you tell me . . . ." He didn't seem to know how
to continue.
"Come on, Tim. Can it be more embarrassing than your standing
here in front of me, naked? I'm likely to be stripped in front of
you as well, so whatever it is, just ask. If I don't want to answer,
I won't. I will not, however, think less of you for asking. Okay?"
"Okay. I kind of wanted to know what you like."
She waited, but he did not elaborate. "Like?" He blushed.
"Ahh, *like*." She thought a moment. "Before I answer, may I ask
why you want to know?"
"Well, you see, I've been with Nika, and uh, well, she showed
me some of what she likes, but we've only been together, really,
today, and uh, well, I'd like to do something nice for her, you
know? So I, uh . . ."
"So you thought you'd ask me for some pointers. Nika's right,
Tim, you really are sweet." He blushed, but appeared pleased.
"Okay, try this. She's sitting on you - I'm assuming you'll
resume your same positions - so you have two free hands. Try
stroking her breasts. Don't just go straight for the nipples, but
do some light stroking along the undersides of her breasts, along
the top slopes, you know, and right up near her armpits as well.
Make the strokes very, very light. Barely touch her. It drives
the nerves ends wild. Don't ignore her nipples, but don't
concentrate on them.
"Also, you have a whole woman sitting there in front of you,
so pay some attention to other areas as well. Run your fingers,
say the backs of your nails, lightly down her sides and across
her stomach." She demonstrated on herself. "Reach around and do
the same thing to her inner thighs. Most men ignore that area -
they don't realize just how sensitive it is.
"Above all, listen to her body. She'll let you know what
she likes and what she doesn't. If you pay close enough attention
you'll learn her body and she'll love you for it.
"Sometimes we like it rough, sometimes gentle. Try gentle
first." Jen paused. "Okay?"
"Thanks Jen. It's just been so different today, I'm sort of
lost. Funny thing is, here I am, naked, and I don't feel self
conscious about it. Maybe it's the wine - I don't know." He
paused. "Actually, maybe I should have another glass, just to
keep the inhibitions down." They laughed together and Tim
turned away. As he passed her she playfully swatted his rear,
liking the way it jiggled when she did so. It was tight, but
there was enough flesh there to give it shape. Very nice.
"Hey, what was that all about?" It was Nika, back again.
"That's my man, you know."
"Not to worry. I was just passing on a few secrets."
"Secrets?"
"You'll find out."
Nika enthused, "Oh, I hope so. You're a pal, Jen."
Jen left the kitchen and returned to the living room just
in time to hear the timer begin to beep. She looked up and saw
Bill, cornered by Sylvie, looking harried. He seemed happy to
break away to shut off the timer. Sylvie caught her glance and
gave her the thumbs up sign.
"Okay, everyone. The game is about to resume. Take your
places." Bill's voice had lost a lot of its authority. Wayne
walked over.
"Anything I can do, buddy?"
"I don't know. Distract her? I don't know how you can do
it, but I need some time." Oh hell, he'd be all right. "Never
mind. I'll take her without losing so much as my shorts." He spoke
with a confidence he did not feel.
"After you win, do I get her, too?"
"You bet, buddy, you bet!"
Sylvie, meanwhile, walked past Jen, raised her hand and smiled
as Jen 'tagged' and stepped into the ring.
End of Part 5, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 6
With the game about to begin once more - and the timer on
other activities about to resume - Nika quickly brought Tim back
to his chair and positioned him as before. There was only one
thing missing. His erection.
Ah, the things we have to do to keep our toys in operational
condition, Nika sighed to herself. She pushed his legs apart and
knelt between them. She took a quick sniff and smiled to herself.
This was, indeed, a sweet man - one worth keeping. There was no
odour, man-scent or otherwise. The dear man had washed himself
during the break. Thus, none of that absolutely dreadful tasting
nonoxynol-9, from the lubricated spermicidal condom, was to be found.
Her tongue flicked at his flaccid penis as he began stroking
her hair. A couple more flicks and then she brought it into her
mouth. He gave a groan and a tingle went through her. Oh how
she enjoyed the giving of pleasure. She tongued him some more,
sucking lightly. He groaned again and began to grow within
her mouth. She was getting wet again, how nice, she thought
and stepped up the tonguing. His hands were still stroking
at her hair, but now, every few seconds, they stilled and held
her head tightly. It was during those moments that she gloried
in her work, for they highlighted the effect she was having on
her partner and allowed her to feel very good about herself.
Now he was hard enough to for her to begin bobbing her
head up and down, allowing him to slide in and out of her
mouth through the tight ring of her lips. Occasionally she'd
lightly rake his cock with her teeth and thrill to the little
jump he'd make.
A slightly salty taste let her know that a drop of
pre-come had worked its way out. That was enough. She wanted
him hard, but he would have to wait for relief. She stood
up and smiled down on him. Damn. She'd have to go find
another condom. She began to turn, but before she could move
he'd pulled one out from under the cushion he was leaning
against, took it out of its covering and began to roll it on.
"All ready for you, Nika," he smiled up at her.
A dear, dear man, indeed. She smiled back, turned about
and straddled his legs, then slowly lowered herself onto him,
giving out a sigh of satisfaction as she enveloped him once more.
Ah, that was much better. Poor Pussy had been feeling so empty
with him gone.
A few feet away Sylvie was raising and lowering herself on
Wayne's stiff cock. Nika decided she wouldn't follow suit - at
least not just yet. She didn't want Tim getting too excited,
too soon, so she just rocked her hips on him, as before, and
turned her attention, for the moment, to the game.
Her impudence made him want to throttle her - well,
metaphorically anyway. She had just taken a pawn with her knight
which, normally, would have led to Rook takes Knight and, if she
wished to continue the exchange, Bishop takes Rook, King takes
Bishop. It would have been a clear victory for him. A pawn and
a Rook for a Knight and a Bishop, plus his improved position. A
position from which she would not be able to recover. Normally.
However things were far from normal, so she made the play,
picking up the lube at the same time and smiling down on it, then
looking up at him through her eyelashes. His choice was clear.
She was giving him a real chance at an early victory, but to earn
that victory he'd have to relinquish his shorts and allow her access
to his ass. He'd be damned if he'd do that. Even with his self
imposed handicap, he could beat her - would beat her. He would
simply have to rearrange his pieces before he could go on the
attack again.
Bill moved his Rook and she smiled that damned knowing
smile of hers. It as much as called him a coward, while claiming
foreknowledge of that fact. Her foregoing her two minute
distraction period for the capture of the pawn only served to gall
him further. His face grew red once more, however this time it
was with anger. She would pay.
"Pawn takes Pawn," she said calmly. "And I don't think I
need take this distraction period either. You seem to be plenty
distracted as it is. I wonder why." She tossed the lube up in
the air and caught it."
He glared at her, looked sharply down at the board and moved
his hand. "Pawn takes Pawn," he snarled. "And I don't need a
fucking distraction period, either."
The exchange of Pawns had left one of his pawns defenseless
and Jen moved her Bishop to threaten it. Surely she could see
it was useless to do that. But no, he had forgotten, she couldn't
project as far into the game as he could. He moved his rook to
counter that move, grinning to himself as he did. Now she would
see something, and that something would cost her her Bishop and
her top. Then he'd have those lovely tits to play with, and
play with them he would. He wouldn't let up, even when she
begged for mercy. Hell, he became excited, this could open
up a whole series of moves which would see her lose piece after
piece. He grinned to himself. He'd strip her, after all, before
mating her. All she had to do was to make one innocuous move
and it would begin. For the first time during the game he began
to grow hard.
He looked up into her face to find her smiling wickedly.
In sudden desperation he looked back down at the board and saw
it just before she moved her hand.
"Move. Knight . . ." He didn't hear the rest, the blood
was pounding so loudly in his ears. She had uncovered a Check
from her Bishop and, when he moved to get out of it, her bishop
would take the rook he'd just moved! His nascent erection faded
before it had a chance to make its presence known.
He took his time making his move. He needed to plan ahead,
and to prepare himself for his ordeal. This time she didn't
leave him alone, however. As he watched the board, she was
kneeling beside him, running her hands up and down his legs and
humming softly. He cocked his head. The tune was familiar. It was
played often on the oldies station that they frequently listened to.
Then she began singing, softly: "One way, or another, gonna find
you, gonna getcha getcha getcha baby, one way or another . . ." He
grimaced. She never let up.
"Move." The frustration came out in his voice, as he placed
his king next to her Knight. He'd take it next move. It wasn't
a good trade, but it was the best he could do.
Sylvie wasn't sure what had happened, but it seemed like
something good. Bill was hanging his head and Jen was smiling.
She glanced over to Nika and Tim to see if they had caught on,
but they seemed wrapped up in themselves. Nika's hands were
down at her pussy, fingering herself while Tim's hands were
roaming all over her torso. Sylvie grinned. Nika wouldn't last
too long like that.
Jen began to speak and Sylvie diverted her attention back
to the game board. "Oh, goodie. You mean it's *my* move?" she
asked gaily. Bill wasn't answering her.
Jen turned and looked at Sylvie with a big smile on her
face. Sylvie prepared herself. Come on, Jen, do it - whatever
it is.
"Move." There was no reaction from Bill.
"Bishop." She held it up for Sylvie to see.
"Takes." She grinned wickedly.
"Rook!"
"Awright!" Sylvie couldn't contain herself and was rewarded
with an answering smile of triumph from Jen.
Jen pulled Bill from the table, and stood him next to the
chair she'd sat him on previously so that he could grip it's back
if he turned sideways. Then, in front of Sylvie, and the rest,
she slowly lowered his shorts to the floor, leaving him mostly
exposed. His shirt still covered much of his pubic area, but what
hung below that was well and truly exposed for all to see.
Jen hefted his balls and Sylvie caught her words. "Not bad,
not bad at all." She was treating him like meat! Sylvie swallowed
her laugh. "But, what's this? Oh dear, oh dear. The poor thing
is limp." She patted Bill on the buttocks as if consoling him.
"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure we can think of something." Jen
uncapped the lubricant and spread it on her forefinger. She put
an extra glob at its tip and turned Bill to face the chair.
"Grab hold of the back, dear.
"Yes, that's right, now spread your legs.
"Very good. You've done this before?"
It was all Sylvie could do to keep from laughing out loud.
She doubted, very much, that Bill had ever been in this position
before. She watched intently as Bill jerked when Jen's finger
touched him and began to work the lube around his anus.
Jen turned and smiled at her, raising her eyebrows as if to
ask if she was ready. Sylvie nodded emphatically, her own hands
reaching down to stroke herself, much as Nika was doing. She'd
waited so long for something like this.
Bill jumped a little as Jen's finger began to work its way
past his sphincter and Sylvie jumped a little too. Sylvie's jump
was from delight, Bill's - well, who could say. Sylvie felt her
juices really flowing now.
Jen was surprised at how soft Bill was inside. It was the
first time her finger had ever been in such a location. Now,
if she remembered correctly, the prostate gland was supposed to
be forward and, if stroked, should produce an erection. She
didn't really feel anything, but began stroking his forward
wall, nonetheless.
After a few moments she looked over to Sylvie who gave her
the thumb's up. She reached around for Bill's cock and found
that, yes indeed, it was beginning to rise. She grinned
triumphantly and kept stroking.
Bill couldn't believe what was happening. She was actually
inserting her finger up his ass. He closed his eyes. How had
this happened?
"Umph!" Her finger made it past his sphincter and had free
passage now, as far as she could reach - and she had long fingers.
She was trying to massage his prostate gland. The bitch. He'd
show her, though. He'd be damned if he'd allow himself to get
hard. At least she'd either clipped her nails or had short ones
to begin with. He'd forgotten to look.
Damn, damn, damn. He was getting hard in spite of himself.
Could it be he liked this? Her hand reached around and began
touching his cock, softly caressing it. The damned traitor rose
even higher and he closed his eyes more tightly.
"Ummm." Damn, but it felt good though. He was sorry he'd
allowed that slight moan out, however. He didn't want her to
know the effect she was having. At the moan, however, she began
to stroke him, both inside and out, with renewed vigour and his
back arched and his head tilted up as he moaned again.
Thank God. The timer began to beep.
"You don't mind if I keep my finger here until you decide
on your move, do you? Seems a shame to pull it out only to have
to go to the trouble to put it right back in." The woman was
infuriating.
He walked, awkwardly, back to the table, Jen following with
her finger up his ass, and glanced at his position while trying to
ignore the finger moving inside of him. It would be a good idea to
use his two minutes to study the board, but the level of distraction
was so high that he gave up.
"Move." The finger popped out of his ass and he jerked again.
"King takes Knight." He watched as she wiped her hand on the
dish towel she'd brought out earlier for that very purpose.
Jen glanced to Sylvie, who didn't know how worried to be about
this capture, and smiled reassuringly.
"Hands or feet?" Jen asked Bill. He thought for a moment as
he set the timer.
"Hands, he replied, and she stepped back from the board and
closed her eyes. She felt him move behind her, take her arms and
bring them behind her back. He crossed her wrists and held them
together with one of his hands while the other began tracing designs
on her palms. It was what she had done to him earlier and now he
was returning the favour. It wouldn't work, though. She was too
jazzed by the euphoria of her victory to be distracted by him at
this moment. Besides, she knew what her next move was. That pawn
that he'd moved his rook to protect was, even as she thought,
breathing its last.
Bill began to speak, breathing almost in her ear. "Everything
that you've done to me, I'll do to you. And remember, little one,
I have two hands, and you have two targets down there. You'll have
fingers in your ass and fingers in your pussy, stroking in and out,
in and out. There'll be no mercy now."
As usual, Bill was using the wrong tactics on her. When would
he learn that threats wouldn't work? Hopefully he wouldn't. She
had figured it out, back after the loss of her first pawn that he
was trying threats because that was what would work against him and
he figured that others would be most affected by the same tactics.
Thus, Jen used threats of what she'd do. He, however, hadn't
figured out what he'd done and while her strategy was working, he
continued with a strategy which was bringing him very limited results.
She fought back the urge to laugh, it might start him thinking and,
heaven forbid, change his style. He continued his traces on her
palms but didn't speak any more. She wondered why.
Suddenly Jen had it figured out. He was looking over her
shoulder to the chess board, using this time to plot his moves
without her being able to interfere with them. She fumed. It
circumvented the spirit, if not the letter, of the rules they'd made.
Okay, big boy, now you're really for it!
The dull boom of thunder rolled across the room as the timer
beeped and Jen felt another surge of energy. Before Bill could even
move she spoke.
"Bishop takes Pawn. Back to the chair, Bill. You know the
position. You talked about 'in and out', well, I'll give you
'in and out'."
Bill shuddered and moved to the chair as ordered as Jen set
the timer. She noticed Sylvie making a discrete wave and turned
to see what it was about. Sylvie held up two fingers in a V, then
brought them together and made a sharp upward jabbing motion. Jen
felt another wicked grin coming on and mouthed her thanks to Sylvie,
who was now squirming with delight atop Wayne.
This was just too much, thought Sylvie. Who would have thought
it. She really owed Jen, now.
With bated breath she watched as Jen lubed two fingers and
placed them at the entrance to Bill's ass. This would be good!
She wondered if Jen would warn him, or not.
"Bill, remember you promised me double penetration?" He
looked puzzled. "Well, I can't do that to you, of course, but I
can double *the* penetration." It took a second to sink in, then
Bill swallowed convulsively. Do it, Jen, now!
As soon as comprehension dawned on Bill, he felt the pressure
begin. Surely she wouldn't . . . .
"Agggh!" Not only would she, she did. His sphincter began
to adjust to the unaccustomed stretching as Jen moved her fingers
in and out - as promised. Her pace started picking up, and his
cock, at first only semi-hard, became rigid once more. Her other
hand came around and began to stroke him.
"Ahhh," it felt so good. Even the fingers in his ass began
to feel good. Have to fight it. Can't. She was moving more and
more rapidly and he knew he was approaching an ejaculation.
"Oh, oh, ohh," his breath was short and ragged. Soon, soon,
now . . . all stimulation stopped and the fingers were withdrawn.
No!
He stood there, shaking, barely hearing the beeping of the
timer. His breath, still ragged, began to slow and he looked up
to see Jen smiling at him. The bitch was enjoying this too much.
He stumbled to the table, trying to bring his mind back on the game.
The pieces were there all right, it was just that he couldn't
concentrate.
"Oopff." The fingers were back in his ass, moving in and out.
How was he supposed to concentrate? He gripped the table, willing
the chess pieces to come back into focus. Nooo! Jen's other hand
was once more around his cock, jerking him off.
"Move." He called in desperation. The fingers disappeared.
He gasped, trying to clear his vision. If he didn't move soon
he'd be penalized. He moved his Bishop, and relaxed.
His eyes went wide. What had he done?! It was mate in
two! Would she see it. He tried to keep a poker face - a
chess face? - and looked up at her. She looked amused.
"You don't get out of it that easily, Bill. Move. Check!"
Bill looked down in both relief and dismay. Now what? "Ahhh!"
Not again! Please, please let me come. Then I'll be able to think.
Ohgod, ohgod, he was going to come . . . . nothing. Damn her, damn
her, damn her. His cock throbbed. Jen used the squeeze maneuver
on him and his cock began to wilt a little, only to rise again as
the fingers plunged back into his ass.
"Move. Damnit!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
as he realized he starting to drool. His hand was shaking and he
knocked over his king.
"Can't resign, Bill, remember?"
He shot her a foul look and picked up the king and moved it.
Now, if she only took a little time to move he could recover.
"Move. Bishop takes Bishop. You lose your shirt Bill."
Jen stripped him of it, and now his flat, hard stomach came to
view. She stroked it lightly. His pubic area was now in plain
sight. Why is it that men expect women to trim their pubic hair
but rarely do so themselves?
Stroking his arms and belly wouldn't be enough distraction,
so Jen cut it short and told him it was his turn.
As he moved to the board she grinned evilly. "Remember, Bill,
how you mentioned triple penetration to me?" He stopped short and
looked at her. She moved three fingers together. At the tips they
looked like a small triangle, but as they went back, the girth
became daunting. Jen saw him close his eyes. His face was a
picture of utter desolation. She wondered if he would quit. He
didn't. He positioned himself and awaited the onslaught. She had
no intention of doing it, she just wanted to scare him a little.
It was only fair. Just as her two fingers touched him, however, he
called out. There was a sudden desperation in his voice.
"Move!"
The poor boy. She almost felt sorry for him. She would have,
too, if it hadn't been he who had begun this intense level of
competition.
She looked at the board and giggled. Before he could do
anything she reached over and grabbed her knight.
"Move. Knight takes Bishop. Your head is now a target, Bill."
She gripped the hair at the back of his head in her fist and
brought his head down to hers and kissed him violently. It was the
kiss of a possessor over the possessed. She knew it and he knew it.
Bill groaned under the passion of the kiss. It was over. He
was finished. He now had barely enough pieces to make a mate, let
alone one against an opponent with the pieces Jen had left. And
even if he could move with impunity, he couldn't concentrate for
long enough to plan ahead. He was finished.
End of Part 6, Strip Chess, by Delta
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