Message-ID: <24986asstr$962716220@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000704073958.10969.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Delta Subject: {ASSM} RP "Strip Chess" by Delta 3/3 (MF) Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 09:10:20 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, kelly RE Should you wish to comment upon my story, I can be reached by E-mail at: delta @ nym . alias . net Comments and critizisms are welcome. Standard disclaimers: This is a work of fiction - no character within is a depiction of any real person, living or dead. No place or event described within exists outside of the writer's imagination. Copyright retained by the author and this post is for private use of the reader only. It is not to be published in any form whatsoever, including being made available on BBSs, or on Web Pages, without the express prior consent of author. Any readers who are underage in the jurisdiction in which they reside are asked to please pass by. Delta. STRIP CHESS by Delta Part 7 Jen had moved behind him and was running her hands through his hair as she had done after taking his first pawn. It felt so good that he was unable to prevent himself from rolling his head around so that she scratched all the right places. His cock was still bobbing about and missed the attention it was used to getting. It was amazing to think that he had grown so used to the attention she had given him that, despite its intention, he looked forward to it and missed it then it wasn't there - even the fingers in his ass. Something was different. Jen's massaging and scratching of his head was becoming more and more mechanical, as if her attention were elsewhere. What could be happening? With his eyes closed, he could see nothing. Then he heard the rising moans. Since she had enveloped Tim's cock, Nika had been lightly fingering herself and rocking her hips back and forth. It was a lovely sensation as the energy within her slowly built once more. Then, as she became comfortable in her rhythm, Tim's hands began stroking her back, pushing her arms out so he had access to her sides and raking them, lightly, with his nails. She moved her arms akimbo, still slowly stroking herself. The raking of his nails down her sides soon had her skin inflamed. It was almost tickling, but not quite. Occasionally muscles would jump uncontrollably. It all felt so delicious, and she closed her eyes and began to hum and twist her torso to flow along with the sensations. His hands now swept occasionally across her stomach, still with the dragging nails. Her stomach muscles jumped. "Mmmmm." Nika, feeling a growing tension within her, raised her arms, hands clasped, above her head and stretched luxuriously. "Mmmmm." With the added freedom gained by this move of hers, Tim's hands began ranging up her torso, over her ribs, lightly brushing her breasts, up her neck to her jaw, then back down again. Her skin was coming alive with sensation! Nika lowered her arms and clasped her hands behind her head still moving sensuously to the rhythm of the energy within. It was building, so beautifully building. Light fingerpad touches to the undersides of her breasts focused her attention again. "Ohhh." Yes, yes, keep going. Currents began running through her body, wonderful blissful currents. The wonderful, beautiful touches rose higher. Ahhh, yes. "Mmmuhhmm," she whimpered as they bypassed her nipples and continued their soft stokes higher. How could he do that to her? He was playing with her - but what delightful play! Oh, the touches so light that they almost weren't. Nika tried breathing in, expanding her chest to push against the fingers to increase their pressure, yet those dreadful, wonderful fingers responded to her every move and kept up their tantalizing feather-light work. "Oh!" Her nipples shot bolts of blue current through her as they were lightly stroked, then . . . abandoned? No-o! A wail of loss filled her mind as the fingers moved on again. Then he began to speak also and she felt the tenderness in his voice and wished to turn and hug him. "Oh, Nika! You're so beautiful!" His words were soft and low. "I love the feel of your skin, love to feel you move on me." She smiled as the words relaxed her into a state of yet higher energy. The vibrations were beginning. Keep talking, I want to hear your voice. It was as if he heard her unspoken plea. "You are a dream, Nika, a dream I've dreamed so long, never daring to hope," his hands were everywhere, it seemed, stroking, touching, caressing, "to actually feel you in my arms, responding to my touch . . . oh Nika!" "Uh-ohhh-ohh," Nika let out the moan which attracted Jen's attention. She was trembling now, beginning to shake and starting to make small bouncing movements on Tim's erection. The rasping of his breath, as he became more excited, excited her further as well. She leaned back, felt his breath on her neck and exulted. Nika's eyes snapped open and her jaw dropped. "Oh!" That was a good one! His thumbs had begun caressing her, oh so hard, nipples, his hands, cupping her breasts, supporting them oh so tenderly. Her eyelids drooped as he continued, driving her further along the curve to ecstasy. "It feels so good to please you, Nika," she loved to hear her name from his lips, "your joy is my joy." Dear, sweet man. "Relax and enjoy, I'm here to hold you. Just let go." Dear, dear, sweet man. Her head was now back on his right shoulder, her left arm grasping the back of his head while her right hand dove back down between her legs to stroke her clit. She was so wet, so delightfully wet, and the vibrations were peaking, driving her trembling body higher and higher. His words, now merely soft sounds in her ears, a part of it all, yet indistinguishable from all the other sensations, continued to drive her even higher. Her inner muscles working about that wonderful hardness within her. Clenching, relaxing, clenching. The energy inside her begging to be free, crying out for release. Tension, so much tension. Back arching, legs pushing her half off of him, can't stop it now, breathing ragged, gasping for air . . . Stop. Stop. The world frozen, breath caught, clenching, everything tight . . . The thunder! "Ohhhahhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh. Ohhh. Ohh. Oh." Sweet, sweet release, gasping for breath. Sinking, slowly back down on him, feeling his arms holding her tight, supporting her. Sweet, sweet release. The hand, the fingers gently brushing against her face, tracing the line of her jaw, stroking her hair. Soft murmurs in her ear. Sweet, sweet release. Ahhhh. "Oh-o-oh," disappointment, loss, as he withdrew from her. The sensation of being lifted, carried. Set down on the sofa, the wide wonderful sofa, stretching out. Abandonment - he was gone. She kept her eyes closed, missing him, mourning the loss of the closeness. Didn't he know what it meant to be close after sex? He was back! Lying down behind her, between her and the back of the sofa, warm, snuggling into her, his breath so wonderfully warm on the back of her neck, his hand, so gently cradling her breast, stroking. She pushed back, into him, feeling the warm length of his body behind her. So safe, so very safe and secure. A thought, disruptive, "Did you come?" "Yes, darling," ahh, good, "I'm just glad I was able to stay hard long enough for you." She could almost feel his smile, warm and comforting. Mmmmmm. Contentment. Nika's moan caught Jen's attention and she looked over to where her friend sat rocking on Tim's lap. Her hands were clasped behind her head and her body was swaying and rocking to a sensuous rhythm that only she heard. Jen's eyes locked onto her swaying breasts, nipples, hard and erect, scratching little patterns in the air. Tim's fingers flitted over her skin, touching here, caressing there, raking and smoothing. Jen had never seen another woman like this before, so obviously heading for an orgasm. She'd never even seen herself like this. Even when she masturbated, she never sat in front of a mirror. Nika's face and upper torso were flushed and she was beginning to tremble. The muscles of her thighs were shaking as she began bouncing on Tim's cock. Jen watched, spellbound, as Tim's hands cupped Nika's beautiful breasts and cradled them. She stood motionless as his thumbs poised above Nika's nipples, then suddenly darted down and stroked them. Nika let out a cry and her eyes snapped open. She was looking directly into Jen's eyes, yet saw nothing, Jen knew. As her eyelids drooped once more, Jen stood, shaken. She didn't even hear the timer sound or notice her arm fall slowly to her side as Bill moved forward to reset it. Jen never noticed Bill studying the board, mesmerized as she was by Nika's movements. Nika's hand had moved down and was stroking at her clit as she leaned back into Tim. Then her whole body was shaking, vibrating, tensing. Everything seemed to stop as Nika arched her back impossibly, tightened, then came with a wild cry just as the room was once more filled with the sound of thunder. Jen noticed that her own breathing was a little ragged and was surprised to notice that she'd been absently stroking herself and that her panties were getting quite wet. She dragged her mind back to the game at hand and away from the sight of Nika's body sagging in her lover's arms. Bill had, apparently, just moved and was resetting the timer for her move. She stepped up to the board and began to focus on what was happening there. She tried to ignore the cooing of the sated woman across the room. After the timer had gone off and Bill had reset it, he took a close look at Jen. She was engrossed in what was happening with Nika and Tim. Good. It gave him time to think, and spared his ass. He looked at the board. Perhaps something could be done with this mess after all. He glanced back at Jen. She was still standing, stock still, enraptured. He noticed her right hand was over her pubis, a finger massaging herself through her panties. He was chagrined and shook his head disbelievingly. "Son of a bitch!" he murmured to himself. He tried to catch Wayne's eye without anyone else noticing and, as Sylvie and Jen were both concentrating on Nika and Tim, succeeded. Wayne's eyebrows went up, questioningly. Bill looked at Jen, at Nika and back at Jen again. Wayne followed his gaze. Jen, Nika, Jen. Understanding flashed in his eyes and he grinned. Good boy, Wayne. Now it starts again. He couldn't believe how badly he'd screwed up. When Jen had suggested the game he'd thought that she, like him, loved playing for high stakes. The way in which she'd taunted him - the looks she'd given him as if he would be too much of a coward to play had convinced him that she was like him. Thus he'd used the fear of losing, the humiliation at the loss of will, as a lever against her. How had he miscalculated so badly? She wasn't afraid of losing - winning the game wasn't so important to her, it was the eroticism of it! He should have guessed it from her opening distraction period. She hadn't gone to the 'consequences of losing' tactics until after he had. She'd outmaneuvered him. Damn. He smiled to himself. No more. This changed it all. Bill looked up as Nika orgasmed. A nice looking woman. Pretty sexy, too. It would be nice to get into her pants. Maybe they'd play again, and next time he'd get into the action. There would be no sitting it out. Sylvie had enjoyed the show which Nika and Tim had put on. It had been very stimulating and she found that she had resumed moving up and down on Wayne's shaft, wetter than before. She was a little envious, for she recognized what had happened just next to her. She had heard Tim and knew that the two were not simply having sex, as she and Wayne were, nice though that was, but were making love. She had not been so caught up in it, however, that she had missed the silent communication between Wayne and Bill, nor had she missed the content. Now she was worried, for she knew just what was to come. She began moving up and down a little faster. Not so much that Wayne would become suspicious, but enough to increase the friction and the excitement. If she could make him come, she could spoil their plans. So, Jen liked a little show, did she. Well, he and Sylvie would put one on for her, whether Sylvie wanted to or not. And if their show was good enough it might just win him a bout in bed with Jen as well. The thought excited Wayne. Bill was back in the groove and if he and Sylvie could distract Jen, they would keep him there. True, his position wasn't great yet, with his skill and their help, he could still make something of it. All Wayne had to do was to keep from coming, himself. "Why don't you take a rest, babe," he said to Sylvie as he began to stroke her. He'd take her up slowly, well, relatively slowly, so she wouldn't suspect what was happening until it was too late. His hands reached around in front of her, much as Tim's had done with Nika, and he began to lightly caress her sides, her stomach, her tits. Sylvie had very sensitive nipples, he knew, and avoided them for the moment, unlike earlier when he had tweaked them to make her gasp. This avoidance wouldn't last long, though, and he grinned at the thought of what was to come. "I said to take a rest, babe." It was now an order. Sylvie hadn't stopped at his prior suggestion. Did she know? She now stopped, obediently it seemed, yet continued to massage him internally - she was very good at that - and he became sure that she was aware. So it was to be like that, was it? Jen was concentrating on the chess board as Bill came around behind her. More of the same, she thought. This time, however, he simply ran his hands up and down her bare arms, saying nothing. Then he squatted and did the same to her legs, concentrating his attention on her inner thighs. Did he see how wet she was, how wet she had made her panties? Likely. That wasn't good. She wanted to be careful. She had the advantage in pieces, and possibly position, yet he had his remarkable skill. She daren't leave anything to chance, thus she determined to use her entire two minutes studying the board, even though the sensation of his fingers was beginning to break through her concentration. "Wasn't that lovely - Nika and Tim? They look so much in love, don't they?" He was back behind her, whispering in her ear. "She was beautiful, wasn't she, moving like poetry for the eyes. I would like to do the same with you; travel with you to the ecstasy I just know awaits us. You and I, Jen, we would be beautiful." He continued stroking her arms and back gently until the timer beeped and she made her move. In spite of herself she began to consider his words, and failed to take advantage of the initial seconds of his move. Jen caught herself and bent once again to her task. This time she concentrated on his penis, which was just beginning to droop. "I'd like that, Bill, and wouldn't you like to have me as your toy, able to slam into me hard, to make me come in spite of myself. Can't you see me, fighting to stay calm yet crying out in an orgasm I can't prevent?" She grinned. She was getting his attention, all right. The proof of it was in her hands. She moved her head close and flicked her tongue at the tender underside of him, getting a charge out of seeing his cock jump. Then she heard the gasp. Sylvie couldn't prevent it. When Wayne turned his attention to her nipples, without warning, the sudden sensation had been too much to hold back; it had been almost shocking. And it had distracted Jen, too. Damn! Wayne's hands were now taking more and more liberties with her nipples and Sylvie jerked with each touch, tightening her stomach muscles, trying anything to avoid crying out and distracting Jen. There was, however, no mercy in Wayne. He flicked and tweaked her nipples at random, causing her to gasp and moan. She tried to twist her body away from those ruthless hands - in vain. "Oh!" the quick expulsion of breath getting away before she could stop it. She looked about, wildly, hoping for something, anything which might aid her. There was nothing, there was no hope. Steadily the flames within flared higher, the excitement growing with each touch. She could come with breast stimulation alone. She knew it and, damn it, he knew it. "Mmmphh." She smothered the half gasp, half groan which had threatened to escape. Desperately she worked her vaginal muscles. If she could make him come, he'd lose all his energy for long enough for Jen to finish Bill off. It was a desperate battle to see who could make the other come first, but Sylvie was at a disadvantage in that she wasn't allowed to ride Wayne's cock. She had to sit still, he had ordered it and she was still subject to his orders. Wayne had the advantage and he used it, tugging and tweaking her nipples, brushing them as he caressed her breasts, rubbing her nipples against his palms as he lightly massaged her, driving her ever closer to release. She began bucking on Wayne's cock, and his left arm came down to hold her about the waist while his right hand continued it's devilish work. She twisted and turned trying to escape it, not realizing that Jen found her attempt to avoid stimulation highly erotic in itself. Her mouth was open and she was gasping for air, tossing her head back and forth, hair flying, knowing she couldn't hold out for much longer. Her breasts jiggled and bobbed with her body's motions. If Nika's orgasm hadn't so turned her on, perhaps she would have been able to fight it longer, perhaps even to win. If. "Hahhh, Hahhhh," the gasps and expulsions of air became ever more violent, even as her movements became more limited due to the tension in her muscles which began to hold her rigid. No! Oh God, no! Ahhhh! Hahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Her cries rose in pitch as her orgasm overcame her. Sylvie bucked a few more times against Wayne's arm, then slowly sank back down against him, drained. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jen, staring at her, transfixed. Remorse overcame her. Sorry, she mouthed. Another crash of thunder rolled through the room and Jen jumped out of her reverie. Bill was speaking to her. "You have to move. Now." Hell. Where had he moved. No time. She picked up her bishop and moved, realizing as she did so that it had been a mistake. Bill captured a pawn and went to work on her once more. He was gentle now, almost caring, she thought. He stroked and caressed her gently. His words were of love and things erotic, the things they could share. She berated herself for listening, knowing that she had given herself away and had no one else to blame. As he paid more attention to her inner thighs, he was kissing them, she quivered with excitement. Oh, God. She had to fight. She knew he didn't mean what he was saying, knew he was only saying what he knew she wanted to hear. It was no use. It was her turn. He continued his caresses. Jen made herself concentrate on the board and moved to threaten Bill's rook. He'd have to respond to that, she knew. During his move she concentrated on exciting him, as he was exciting her. It had its effect, but she found herself turned on more by this as well. She could stick her fingers up the ass of a Bill who threatened her, but she could not find it in herself to do it to one who complimented her and cherished her. She was such a sap, and if she didn't get a grip she'd lose this game after all. Sylvie was slowly recovering, watching Jen in dismay, when Wayne's voice sounded in her ears. "That was real nice, Sylvie, a real turn on for Jen. Now we do it again." Again? Oh, no, he couldn't, wouldn't. She struggled to stand up, but Wayne's arm wouldn't allow it. "Just sit tight, Sylvie and I'll do all the work. Just relax." Wayne spread his knees apart a few inches which forced her legs apart even more. She heard him chuckle. Then his hands were stroking and caressing her once more. This time, however, only his left hand roamed the region around her breasts, his right made its way to the juncture of her legs. Oh, no! He wet his finger in her juices and then applied it to her aching clit. Lightning outside competed with lightning inside for her attention and she jumped in spite of herself. Her cry was lost in the thunder's boom. This time she'd fight it, she vowed, even as the wicked, wonderful, energy began to rise within her once more, seeking its release. This time she'd stay strong. Wayne's practiced, oiled finger gave lie to her resolution as it circled her clit, now rubbing it, now pulling at the hood, now moving down to touch her labia. His legs had opened some more, leaving her feeling split wide open and very vulnerable. She was opened wide and impaled in plain sight of Jen who couldn't tear her eyes away. Any other time, Jen, I'd love you to be enthralled by my sex, but not now, Jen, not now! She tried to glare at Jen, but Jen wasn't looking at her face and soon the sensations from her clit and nipples caused her to break her stare as her head tossed, hair whipping back and forth. It was happening again, more rapidly than before, but she wouldn't let it. Sylvie held back the rising tide with the sheer force of her will, denying it its release. Wayne continued on, indefatigable, merciless. The blazing sensations coursed up and down her body in waves, centering about her clit and her nipples, but encompassing everything else as well. Eventually she would be forced to climax, she knew, yet she strove against it, trying to buy Jen time. Oh, God! The longer she held out, the more powerful the orgasm would be when it arrived. Sylvie was mortified. She should have allowed it as soon as she could. She should have cooperated with Wayne. Then it would be over. Now, the longer she fought, the more distraction she was providing against Jen *and* the louder she would be at the climax - and she could be pretty loud when in the throes of a massive orgasm. It was too late, now, to go back, yet she couldn't give in to it either. It had become a matter of honour to hold out just as long as she possibly could. Her clit was on fire, sending flames soaring through her body. She felt herself jerking and trembling, muscles out of control, bowing to the necessities of the moment. Her breasts were centres of pleasure, fueling the flames. Control was lost. Her jaw ached as she held back the scream which was to come. Her last coherent thought was a prayer to let her come silently. It wasn't answered. Sylvie's shriek of delight caused everyone to jump. Her body shook and shivered, muscles spasmed. Her breasts jiggled, uncontrolled. Slowly she subsided, her head hanging in exhaustion, and defeat. But it had been glorious! She was limp, soaked with sweat and exhausted. It was difficult to even think. She had to rest. Her breath was still ragged, uneven, fast. Words broke through to her mind, words but unrecognizable as such. She concentrated. It was Wayne. "And now, it's my turn." There was triumph in his voice. "Oh no, please no." Her voice was hardly a whisper, edged with horror; she couldn't, not again. Oh, please, not again. She was lifted, with him still inside her, then lowered to the floor on her hands and knees. Her arms couldn't hold the weight of her upper body and she collapsed, her face on one arm, knees well spread and ass in the air, held there by the pressure of his hips behind her, his hands on her hips. Her clit was still super sensitive and when Wayne slammed into her the first time she let out a cry. Wayne stayed there, deep inside her for a few moments then very slowly backed all the way out. He remained there a few seconds, poised at her lips, lightly pressing, then slammed forward again, coming up hard against her buttocks. "Ummmph." The penetration felt good, yet the force of it caused her tender nipples to drag across the carpet sending shock waves down her body to meet the ones coming up from her poor pussy. He backed out, completely again, paused, then slammed into her once more. "Ummmph." Once again that lovely feeling of penetration. And again. "Ummmph." And again. "Ummmph." His pauses grew shorter and shorter until he no longer left her completely. Sylvie felt her body beginning to react, to enjoy the motion, the pleasure of him, to begin to move backwards to meet his thrusts. She was starting to move with him now. Good. The feeling of power over her was almost as pleasurable as the sensations of friction on his cock as he moved in and out. He loved to see her ass jump under the force of his thrust, to hear her moan - now with every thrust - to know that she knew she was heading for another orgasm, forced there by his actions. He drove into her a little more forcefully. "Ahhh!" she cried out, her cry drowned in another crash of thunder. Jen, also, jumped a bit as the thunder's sound wave rolled over and through her. It was the first time she'd ever seen anyone being fucked. And Sylvie was being fucked, there was no doubt about it. Wayne was using her, driving her, fucking her. He'd even turned his head once and winked at Jen's astonished look, during one of his pauses, just before he plowed back into Sylvie. And Sylvie, in the state she was in, after two beautiful orgasms, was taking it, being driven, her body reacting to the fucking it was receiving, begging for more. Unconsciously Jen squeezed her legs together, wondering what it would be like to be fucked like that, like Sylvie, to the point where the body's needs overruled the mind. She heard Sylvie's cries growing in intensity with every thrust, wished she could be there, to be Sylvie, being fucked, loving it, glorying in it. She jumped again as Bill touched her shoulder. "Jen?" She dragged her attention from the action in front of her. "Jen?" Bill repeated. "I said, 'Knight takes Bishop'. You lose your top." What?! Jen looked at the board. Had she made *that* play? God, she had. Where was her mind? Ha! She knew where her mind was. It was there on the floor, getting fucked with Sylvie; where she would be, soon, if she didn't snap out of it. Wayne grinned as Jen's tits were revealed. Nice knockers, not so heavy as Nika's, yet almost as exciting. Beautifully formed, coming to nice pink tips, a light tan line showing where her bikini usually rested. Ugh. He grunted as he drove into Sylvie again. "Aahhh!" came Sylvie's response, her cries becoming louder. She was getting close. Still, he watched as Bill set up the chair, back to he and Sylvie, and sat down. Jen came forward and was standing with Bill's knees between her own, her tits in Bill's face. That's right, Bill. You suck on them, then I'll suck on them. Drive her wild, buddy. He returned his attention to the gasping, wildly jerking body in front of him. There was just one thing left he wanted to do. "Aahhhh!" Sylvie was on her hands and knees now, backing into every thrust, her buttocks jiggling with the force of contact, her breasts swaying, her legs and arms trembling. She could hardly concentrate on anything other than the pleasure her body was receiving, still, the voice behind her was insistent. She focused. "Sylvie, the time, look at the time." It was Wayne's voice. Slowly her head turned and she saw Jen, standing over Bill, who had latched onto one of her breasts and was sucking on it. Her other breast was in full view. Sylvie envied Bill, it was a beautiful breast. Bill's hands were stroking her legs. Jen's eyes were open, watching them, and her mouth was open as she, too, was breathing in gasps. We've lost, thought Sylvie in despair. Her gaze rose and there was the living room clock. It took several seconds, seconds in which her cries rose in volume and force, for her to grasp the significance of what she saw. When she did she began to buck under Wayne. The hour was up! Had been up, probably, before she'd been placed on the floor. They were using her now, to get at Jen! She tried to fight, but it was impossible, she was too far gone. She understood. Wayne was triumphant. He reached forward and grabbed Sylvie's breasts, fondling the nipples. Sylvie, under his weight, collapsed to the floor with him on top of her. She began bucking like a wild thing in fury, frustration and ecstasy. Wayne rode her like a bronco. He slammed into her again and again. His time was near, he could feel the pressure building, could hardly think any more. Sylvie's scream split the room as she came, fading into a wail, as her orgasm lifted her shaking, trembling body from the floor, then released it. Yes, yes. His balls were tight. There was no stopping it now. He began a series of short hard strokes as Sylvie continued to jerk and spasm under him, then drew back and drove his full length into her with a shout of his own. His whole body spasmed as he came, holding Sylvie tightly. He managed three more harsh, driving strokes before he collapsed on her, driving out her breath in a whoosh. Jen couldn't keep her eyes shut this time, she had to watch Sylvie and Wayne. It was incredibly exciting and the joy of having Bill suckling at her breast, stroking her thighs, had her trembling all over. Sylvie's anguished eyes met hers, recognized her then passed by. Suddenly Sylvie was bucking and going wild, Wayne struggling to hang on. Jen gasped at the intensity of their coupling. A wave of energy shot through her as Sylvie's scream rent the air, followed shortly by Wayne's shout of triumph. She was having difficulty breathing, herself. Everything felt so good, so wonderful. God, could she come like this, without Bill even touching her pussy? Wayne, slowly turned his head to watch her. He grinned. She read his lips more than heard his voice, "You're next." End of Part 7, Strip Chess, by Delta STRIP CHESS by Delta Part 8 'You're next.' 'You're next.' The words washed over Jen like a cold shower. That son of a bitch, Bill, *had* promised her to Wayne. She'd seen it in Wayne's eyes, the anticipation. He hadn't been trying to further distract her, he *knew* that, if Bill won, he would have her. Jen felt her face growing red - with anger. She had been falling, slowly, yet falling nonetheless, for Bill's new line, his new stratagem. Did she so desperately want to believe in him that she'd ignore all what had gone on so far this night? God, she did! She'd been thinking of him for months now, wanting him, building up an image in her mind of who he could be for her. He was not that person, as events this night had proven, yet she still wanted to believe that his threats had been merely distractions and no more. She had wanted to believe that, had he won, they would have had an intimate time together - the two of them, just as she'd planned for if she won. For him to actually go along with, or worse, instigate the giving of her to Wayne would mean that she really meant nothing to him. The thunder that rolled through the room, echoed in her mind, as she walked away from Bill and to the balcony door. Her nipples, still wet from the licking which Bill had given them, cooled in the breeze she generated and remained achingly erect. She slid the glass door open as Bill reset the timer for her move. The wind was from the other side of the building and there was not an in-rush of cooler air, so Jen left the glass door open. The rain started and the sound of it washed her mind clear just as the rain, itself, was washing clear the air. Bill's eyes were on her face as she walked back to the table, confidence and determination once more in her stride. Perhaps he read in them the implacable will to win. Perhaps not. In any event, he returned to his side of the table, foregoing his right to play with her as she studied the board. He was too busy studying it himself to spare the time for that. Bill wondered what the hell had happened now. Jen was a source of constant astonishment to him. Every time he had her on the ropes, it seemed, she would make a sudden inexplicable recovery. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? Only one thing, he guessed. Play chess. Jen was moving aggressively now, taking full advantage of her superior position, the position he'd lost when she had so brilliantly distracted him. They were fairly even in pieces, Jen having a two pawn advantage, but he'd allowed his rook to get tied up and the moves required to bring it back into action could be disastrous. Almost, almost. One more move and he'd be in deep trouble. Jen glanced over to the floor where Sylvie still lay like a rag doll. Wayne had recovered, retaken his seat, and was watching the game with interest. He didn't look especially happy. Jen allowed herself an inner grin. She turned her head a little farther and there, on the sofa, she saw Tim and Nika. Still lying as they were earlier. Nika's eyes were open and watching her, Tim's were closed. Tim's hand was slowly stroking her from shoulder to thigh - the limit of his reach. She smiled at Nika and received one in return. That, at least, had gone well. Nika and Tim. She was happy for them. Bill moved. He sounded subdued. Well he should. She looked at the board. Interesting. Well, it was the better of two evils, she guessed. "Move, Knight takes Rook. There goes your top, Bill. Do you want me to take it off, or will you do it yourself?" There was no give in her now. "You do it." Jen shrugged and moved around the table. Bill stepped back but didn't cooperate by bending over to allow her to pull the top over his head. Little boys must have their fun, I guess, she thought, and stepped right up to him. Bill was taller than she was, so she ended up pressing against him as she pushed the top up and over his head then down over his arms and off. Bill felt her belly touch his still semi-hard cock first then her breasts against his lower chest. He enjoyed the contact while it lasted, but she simply removed his shirt and returned to her side of the board. Women! He'd likely never understand them. Not ten minutes ago she'd been almost ready to explode - and loving every second of it. Now? The ice maiden. He shrugged. "Move. Knight takes Knight. Sit down, Jen, and I'll take off your socks for you - slowly." He could still try. Her muscles were like mush. She had been fondled, fingered driven and ridden to ecstasy - both her own and his. She was weary beyond belief, yet still moved her arm under her shoulder and levered herself over. She flopped on her back, legs parting, not caring that she was open for everyone to see. Her head rolled over and, through half closed eyes, she saw Bill slowly peeling Jen's sock from her foot, bending and kissing the exposed skin. He'd taken another piece. Her eyes closed in exhaustion and defeat. Jen was being stripped and much of the blame rested squarely on her shoulders - or, more truthfully, directly on her nipples and clit. No, wait. Something wasn't right. Sylvie's eyes flickered open once more. Jen's posture wasn't that of one defeated. What had been going on? She levered herself onto her elbows. The movement caught Jen's attention and she looked over to Sylvie, meeting her gaze calmly. Jen was sober! Stone cold sober. She was calm and collected and smiling at her! She was mouthing something at her. Sylvie focused. "Welcome back." What had been going on, indeed? She shakily got to her feet and her eyes went to the board. One look told her that Bill was in trouble, deep. She staggered over to the empty chair and sat down with a thud. "Check." Jen had him where she wanted him. Or so she thought. He'd been setting this up carefully. He moved his king. "Check." He almost smiled. He'd find it very difficult to win now - couldn't actually unless he pinned her against some pawns - but he could arrange a stalemate, and that was what he was doing. Jen, was cooperating beautifully. He moved his king. Two more moves and he'd be there, but first he had to lose that knight which would still be able to move. "Check." Good, good. Bill moved his knight in between his king and her rook. "Rook takes Knight, Check. I'll take your socks Bill." She knelt in front of him. "Lift up your left foot." He complied and the sock was unceremoniously removed. The right sock followed. She didn't even bother to touch his feet. Bill moved his king. Just one more check and it would be done, for when she moved her Rook her Bishop would be uncovered and that would lead to the stalemate. He smiled to himself, allowing only consternation to show on his face as he studied the board. Come on, Jen, one more check. Jen looked at him contemptuously. She moved her Bishop. "Did you really expect that to work?" I've stripped you naked, Bill, like I told you I would. Now I'm going to mate you, and I won't let you do anything to stop me." She paused and looked at him coolly. "How's it feel, Bill?" She could see that it didn't feel good. He moved his knight out - too late. "Sylvie, come here, I want you to see this." Jen waited while Sylvie rose, expectantly, and approached. Jen took Sylvie's right hand in her left, picking up her rook in her right. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she moved her hand in a line, and then dropped the rook. "Checkmate!" She lifted Sylvie's hand and her own in victory! "Yesss!" Sylvie squealed in delight, jumping up and down, feeling her energy return. She looked at Bill, now naked and, she had to admit, a fine figure of a man, as he slumped, defeated into the chair she had just vacated. Jen had done it! Sylvie's smile was wide as she turned to her partner. It slowly faded. Jen didn't appear as happy with her victory as Sylvie thought she would be. In fact she didn't appear happy at all. Instead she was bending over, gathering together her clothes which were strewn about the room. She was, Sylvie suddenly knew, going to get dressed and leave. That wasn't fair. Jen had played well and deserved to enjoy her victory. Unfortunately, Sylvie couldn't think of anything to say to help her partner. She just didn't know Jen well enough and whatever she might say to try to help might do the very opposite. Sylvie looked over at Nika, pleading with her eyes. Nika looked at Jen and frowned, then started to get up. Maybe Nika would know what to do. Sylvie sure hoped so. As Nika rose from the sofa, Sylvie couldn't help but admire her body. She'd love to get her hands on it. Jen had a lovely body, too. Nice full, upturned breasts, smooth curves, everything, yet Nika just exuded sensuality with every move. Even so, Jen was the one that Sylvie would prefer to get in bed. Jen had met her on a level above pure sensuality. There was something in Jen's smile, in her bright personality, which turned Sylvie on something fierce. She crossed her fingers as Nika approached. "What's up, Jen?" Nika was obviously concerned. Jen dredged up a smile. How could she tell her friend that her fantasy had just crashed and burned. No, more than her fantasy, her dream. Loss of a dream is hard to take. "Ah, Nika, I'm just a little tired. I think it's time to go home." Nika looked long into her friends' eyes. They told her not to push at this time. Nika pursed her lips and nodded. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Sylvie shaking her head, no. "If you're tired, Jen, you're tired. Go on home. I'll call you a cab. Strange, though, I didn't expect you to break your promise." That would get her, Nika knew. No one she knew was more conscientious than Jen. "What?" Jen had been turning away, but now turned back to face Nika. "What did you say?" She was puzzled. What had she promised to Nika? With an impish grin Nika raised her clasped hands above her head and pirouetted. "You can see all of me," Nika's eyes left Jen's and focused on her panties, "but I can't see all of you. You promised - 'however it turns out' - I seem to remember. Welshing on your deal?" She grinned maliciously. "Sylvie?" Sylvie hoped Nika knew what she was doing. "Yes, Nika?" "What do you think of someone who goes back on her word?" Nika's voice was filled with a phony hauteur, as if she were above any such petty doing. Sylvie was silent a moment. She'd have to be careful here. She finally followed Nika's lead. "Well, my favourite poet says 'A promise made is a debt unpaid', so I guess I'd have to lose all respect for any such party." Sylvie made sure that Jen knew that she was only mock serious. "I'd probably have to spread the word around that she couldn't be trusted. Why do you ask? Do you know any such fiend?" Nika smiled her thanks to Sylvie. Sylvie relaxed. Apparently she'd done the right thing. Tim, interested in the proceedings, had come over and took Jen's face between his hands, looked her straight in the eye for a minute, then sadly shook his head and, with a sigh, lowered it, hanging it in shame, it seemed. "A man is known by the company he keeps. Alas, it seems my reputation's shot." He turned away. Good for you, Tim, thought Sylvie. Jen was now having difficulty both keeping a straight face and holding back her tears. It was good to have friends. She swatted Tim on the backside and grinned as he jumped and rubbed his cheek. He looked at her, highly offended, it seemed. She couldn't hold back any longer and laughed. "Thanks everyone. You are good friends." "What's this I hear about welshing on debts?" It was Bill, who had come over. "I lost, fair and square, and I'm here to pay up. Ninety minutes, I believe it was." He grinned. "Now what debt are *you* welshing on?" It was strange. Now that the game was over Bill had suddenly lost the competitiveness which had so marred her enjoyment of the match. Funny, it was losing the match which bothered him, paying up once the game was lost didn't bother him in the least, or didn't seem to. She looked at him, in silence. People can sure be unpredictable, she thought. Maybe she looked too serious, for he grinned at her, "You're not *really* going to spank me, are you?" He looked too worried to be truly worried. Jen put all the soothing she could into her voice. "Bill, that was just a stratagem to take your mind off of the game. How could you even think that of me?" She grinned, her mind now seething with ideas. "I don't like that look on your face, Jen. Now, tell me, what promise did you make?" "I told Nika that, no matter how the game ended, she'd be able to see as much of me as I can see of her." "And you're going to welsh on that?" Bill was surprised. "I most certainly am not." There were cheers all around. "Good," said Bill, "I'm looking forward to seeing you take off your panties, since I was unable to do so for myself earlier." He truly didn't seem to care about the game any longer. "Hey, wait a minute. I promised this to Nika, not the rest of you." Faces fell. "However," smiles reappeared, "Sylvie is my partner. How could I kick her out?" She exchanged a high-five with Sylvie. "And Tim, well Tim's so sweet and innocent," laughter echoed, "that there is no problem there. Now Wayne," She paused for a few seconds, looking for Wayne. He'd left just after the checkmate, she realized, heading toward the bathroom. There was the muffled sound of the shower, so he must be in there. "Well, Wayne, if he appears, wasn't shy about showing me what he has," more laughter, "was willing to have me at the table as an observer, so I can't say no to him. But *you*," she pointed at Bill. "You lost. You had your chance earlier and you passed it up. Why should I give you another one?" Bill made to speak but she held up her hand, silencing him. "Now, I realize that this might not seem fair, so I'm going to allow you the honour of removing my panties, but you don't get to look." Bill looked puzzled. "Sylvie, is there anything here we can use as a blindfold?" A smile of understanding come to Sylvie's face. Awright Jen! Good recovery. She was proud of her, though still wondering what had happened to depress her originally. "No problem. Wayne has a blindfold he wears when he has to sleep during the day. I'll get it." Sylvie went to Wayne's room and discovered him there, toweling off. "What's up, Sylvie?" "Jen's going to let Bill remove her panties, so that we are all equally naked, but isn't going to let him see. I need to have that blindfold of yours. You are invited to the unveiling, if you want to come." "Sure thing. Why not? Here." He fished in his night table drawer, pulled out the blindfold and handed it to her. He then pulled on his bath robe and followed her back to the living room. When they arrived back in the living room Jen asked her to put the blindfold on Bill and went to whisper something in Wayne's ear. He looked a little surprised, his mouth turned down in puzzled amusement, and he left for the storeroom. Sylvie looked at her, questioningly, but only got a grin in return, plus the mouthed words, hurry up. Sylvie placed the blindfold on Bill, snugging it down so he wouldn't be able to see at all. She trailed a few fingers possessively along his jaw as she left to see what Nika was carrying. It was a soup bowl of water and she was heading for Bill's bedroom. Tim was following just behind her with a kitchen chair. What was Jen up to? Bill sat in his chair feeling very vulnerable. Wayne's blindfold was very effective. Someone was handing him something. He felt them. They were his ski gloves! What the hell? No one said anything, so he unclipped them from each other and put them on. "How am I going to feel what I'm doing if I have to wear these?" he complained. "That's the point," came Jen's voice, very near. "You played poorly, you don't deserve to be allowed to place your fingers in direct contact with my skin." That Jen had a wicked mind. He loved it. He was looking forward to the next ninety minutes. It would be filled with surprises, he knew. "Okay. Stand up." He stood. She, he guessed it was Jen, took his hands from behind and clipped the gloves together again. It was like having his hands handcuffed behind his back. "How am I supposed to . . ." he began to complain but was interrupted. "With your teeth, dear boy. But be careful. If you nip me or tear them you'll pay for it later. Now, on your knees and begin." Bill moved forward on his knees and found Jen through the expedient of bumping his nose on her hip. He felt with his nose the edge of the panties, carefully put his teeth to it and began moving down. He was stopped by the other side which refused to come down as well. Damn. He made his way over to her other hip and repeated the process. Then back again. Now it had to come over the protrusion of her buttocks. He gripped the waistband carefully between his teeth and, dragging his nose along the soft flesh of her right cheek, brought the panties down to where they fell, by themselves to the floor. The air was heavy with the aroma of her femaleness. Jen stepped out of her panties to the applause of all except Bill, who, of course, couldn't as he still had his hands clipped behind his back. She pirouetted for Nika. "There," she smiled, "now you can see as much of me as I can of you. Satisfied?" It appeared that she was. "Now, Bill, get up. It appears we have some unfinished business to attend to in your bedroom." Bill struggled to his feet. "Ah, I see you have provided your own leash." Jen grasped his penis and led him to his bedroom. She closed the door behind them. "Mind if I open the window, Bill?" "It's your ninety minutes, Jen. Do as you wish. Next time, when it's my turn, I will." Jen stopped short. Next time. When it's my turn. She opened the window and then moved Bill in front of the chair. She unclipped his gloves. The sound of the wind and the rain through the leaves of the trees outside was relaxing, yet she couldn't relax. "Sit down, Bill. I want to talk with you for a minute." Bill sat. "How did you enjoy the game, Bill?" There was a long pause before Bill replied. "It was very stimulating. Quite a challenge, Jen. You manipulated the rules well to even out our skills." He paused again. "I enjoyed it," he declared. "It was a lot of fun." "Even losing?" Jen's voice was soft. "I play to win. I don't like losing, yet when you play any game losing is a possible outcome - you have to live with it." "And now you are living with it?" "I don't understand, Jen. The game is over. This is something completely different." "You said next time you'd do what you wanted. Does that include giving me to Wayne and Tim, or whoever?" "You made the rules, Jen. But, yeah, why not?" Bill was sounding confused. A part of Jen mourned, another part was relieved. "There won't be a 'next time', Bill. You see, I didn't find the game all that much fun." "I'm sorry to hear that." Bill sounded truly sorry. "Want to tell me why?" "I play to have fun, Bill. I thought we would have a relaxed fun time. Winning isn't everything. You play to win, as you said, and, unless I wanted to just let you have your way, to compete I had to play to win, too. I don't like the person I was, what I did, in order to win. It was too intense. There will be no return match." Bill pondered what she had said for a few moments. He really did like Jen and was sorry she hadn't had fun. She was getting too serious now, too. "Jen, I am who I am. I'm sorry if that precludes our having a return match. But, Jen, you know what?" "What." "If I were in your place, right now, I wouldn't be wasting *my* ninety minutes." He smiled. "Think later. Have fun now. You can't win or lose here unless, that is, you make an effort to not enjoy yourself. So enjoy," he urged. "You're right, Bill. Thanks. Hey, that's some bed you have!" It was a four-poster and had been pure hell to get in the room and set up, but he liked it - and for reasons more than the good nights' sleep he enjoyed on it. "Hey, what're those straps on the posts for." "Never considered tying someone up, Jen," he half joked. "Like you, big boy?" Her humour was starting to return, which pleased him. "Sure, like me, if you wish. It's your ninety minutes." "As you keep reminding me. You just sit tight. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." He heard the door open. It was strange sitting in the dark, knowing that everyone could see except you. He started as thunder rolled through the room once more. It was getting wild outside. "Stand up!" Jen's voice, beside him, made him jump. When did she get back. He stood. "It has come to my attention that you've used your talents in order to have your way with the Sisterhood." Sisterhood? "Tying my sisters to your bed and tormenting them is an act for which you must be brought to book!" Her voice came from below him. She was now sitting in the chair. "Lie down over my lap." It was an order. Bill complied, but felt vaguely ridiculous. "Hey, wait a minute. You as much as promised that you weren't going to spank me." "That's right," she sounded contrite. "I did promise, and I always keep my word." He felt her hand in the small of his back pinning him down. If he wasn't going to be spanked, then what . . ."Ow!" Whack. Her hand struck his unprotected ass, surprising him. "I thought . . ." Whack! End of Part 8, Strip Chess, by Delta STRIP CHESS by Delta Part 9 (Concluding) Nika watched as Jen positioned Bill over her lap and firmly placed her right hand in the small of his back. That was strange, as Jen was right handed. She'd have to use her left to spank Bill. What Nika couldn't understand is *why* Jen wanted her and Sylvie to watch - had almost demanded it, in fact. With her left hand Jen was motioning her closer as she told Bill that, yes, she had promised not to spank him and that she always kept her promises. Nika was confused. Then Jen raised her hand, made the motion of spanking, then pointed at her. Nika's eyes lit with understanding and laughter. *She* was supposed to spank Bill. Without thinking, for if she thought about it she would probably back out, she raised her right hand (now it became clear why Bill was positioned as he was) and brought it down sharply on his left cheek. There was a gasp of surprise and pain, and Bill started to say something but Nika's hand was on the way down again and another sharp crack interrupted him. It was neat, the way his ass jiggled under the blow. Nika raised her hand once more, trying not to giggle. It was so absurd, the three of them there spanking a grown man, that she was shaking from suppressed laughter. Whack! Come on, Nika, get a grip on yourself, she ordered herself as she brought her hand down for the fourth time. There were tears streaming from her eyes and her stomach was jumping as the bottled up laughter threatened to explode. Once more, just once more, she promised herself. Whack! There was little force behind the blow. Nika turned, almost doubled over, holding herself and scurried from the room. "I can't believe Bill lost," Wayne told Tim as he handed him a beer. Tim had just returned from the shower and had gathered his clothes together when Wayne had invited him into the kitchen for a beer. "Happens to the best of them, I guess," Tim replied noncommittally as he pulled on his pants. He hadn't really cared whether Jen won or lost, he had been too interested in his evolving relationship with Nika. Even so, he was not particularly impressed with Bill and the way he played his games. "Apparently. I only wish it hadn't been today. I would have loved to get Jen in the sack. How about you?" Wayne tilted the bottle up and took a large swallow. "I think Nika's all I can handle," Tim replied politely. He didn't think much of Wayne's attitude. He was the typical 'think with your gonads' type of man that Tim preferred not to be around. "Yeah, you're probably right," Wayne agreed. Tim was all set to be insulted when he continued, surprising Tim. "It makes a difference when you love them, doesn't it?" "Pardon?" "Come on, Tim. It's written all over you and, tell you the truth, I envy you. Hell, if Sylvie and I could get along - out of the sack - *I* sure as hell wouldn't look elsewhere." He shrugged. "However, we do good as friends even though any closer than that and we drive each other crazy. In the sack, though, as friends, man it doesn't get much better." "I don't think I could operate that way." "Guess it depends on the woman . . . . Speaking of women, where are they? I figured . . ." At that moment Nika came rushing in, tears in her eyes, sobbing hysterically. What in . . . . Tim got up quickly to comfort her, but Nika collapsed on the floor. He bent over her, concerned. Nika made a valiant effort to compose herself long enough to explain to Tim what had happened, but was unable. All she was able to gasp out was, "Spanking," before she convulsed with suppressed laughter once more. The laughter was no longer suppressed because she didn't want Bill to hear, rather she no longer had any breath left and couldn't get enough of a lung full to make much of a noise, let alone laugh. Tim looked to Wayne who shrugged. "Bill spanked you?" he questioned, unsure as to whether he was upset or not. "No . . . " Nika managed to gasp before another paroxysm racked her. "Me . . . . . . him . . . funniest . . .thing . . . ever . . . saw." Her breasts were jiggling like two globes of jello. Tim held her to him, trying to calm her down. "You spanked him?" Tim was now trying to control himself. There was something about laughter which was contagious. "Yes." It was all Nika could do to get the word out. Weird, Tim thought as he began chuckling. As Nika headed out of the room at a fast scurry, Jen quickly motioned Sylvie forward. That was the most unnecessary motion Jen had made all night, thought Sylvie, who was already moving to take Nika's place. Whack! "Ow!" Nika had a nice stroke, but there was nothing like tennis to put some oomph behind it. Sylvie grinned to herself. Ironic that Bill had helped her with her forehand swing. She followed that swing up with four of the same and was just starting to get into it when Jen motioned her to stop. Bill's bottom was a nice glowing red, but Sylvie was disappointed that it had ended so soon. Huh? Jen was pointing at the dresser. Sylvie's smile was beatific. Jen had a wicked mind, all right. "You okay, Bill?" Jen asked, mock concern in her voice. "Don't worry, it's almost over. I just want to try something, though." Sylvie dipped her hand in the soup bowl, wetting it with the water. This should sting. Crack! "Yeow!" Crack! "Aggh!" Crack! "Ow! Don't you think that's enough," complained Bill. Remember that huge butt plug you used on me? Sylvie thought at him. No, it's not enough. Crack! Crack! Crack! Okay, that's enough. Sylvie blew a kiss at Jen and went to the door. She pointed at herself, then out the door. Jen shrugged and mouthed, doesn't matter. Sylvie closed the door half way, but remained inside. Boom! Thunder rolled in the wake of the lightning flash. The storm was overhead. "Okay, Bill, enough fun and games. It's time for you to get to work. Up you get." Bill rose from her lap. Jen was amused to see he was hard. "Enjoyed that, did you?" "I never realized you were that strong," Bill laughed. He certainly took it well. She wondered if she would have done as well in similar circumstances. Hopefully she wouldn't have to find out. "Well, Jen, what next? I assume I've been suitably chastised for my mishandling of the 'sisterhood'. So, onwards and upwards? There are condoms in the night table." "I think we can do without them for a little bit yet. You've work to do before any more fun." Bill stuck his tongue out in the direction of her voice. "Precisely, my dear," she said brightly, "precisely." There was another flash-boom of lightning and thunder and Jen began to tingle all over. She led Bill to the window side of his bed and had him kneel down on one of his pillows. She then lay across the bed, one leg on either one of Bill's shoulders and with her head propped up on the other pillow so she could see out the window. "Here's how it goes, Bill. You bend over and start licking and the more pressure I put on your back with my feet, the faster you lick. If my feet are low on your back you concentrate on my labia. If they go higher, then on my clit. Got it?" Bill said he did. "Okay, let's experiment a little. You can begin." she lowered her feet onto Bill's back, low down. He bent low, holding her buttocks with his gloved hands and began a series of long, slow ice-cream licks." "Ah, very good. That's nice. Now see if you can find my clit." Bill moved up a little. "No, a little higher . . . yes, yes, that's it. Gently, gently. Circle, circle. Yes, very good, now back on down." Bill moved as instructed. "And Bill, if I take my feet off altogether and rest my legs on your shoulders and back, you are to stop completely. Got it?" She demonstrated. He got it. Jen let her feet lightly rest low on Bill's back and he began to lick at her labia, slowly, every so often pushing his tongue in her as far as he could. It felt so good to just relax and let him work on her. It had been a very stressful day and she needed the relaxation. Mmmmm. That felt so good. Her hands began stroking her front, up and down, just as she'd explained to Tim, oh so long ago. Her nails lightly raked her sides and her tummy, dragging electric currents with them. Her nipples were hard and sensitive and occasionally she brushed them and shuddered. Deep within, the pool of energy started to grow, to send out vibrations. There was a flash of lightning and Jen immediately brought her feet higher. Bill concentrated on her clitoral area as the thunder rolled through the room, its sound vibration a welcome addition to the vibrations within. As it receded Jen moved her feet back down, now pressing just a little harder. Bill picked up the pace. Ahh, it was so nice, nice to be here, to have a man making love to her. So very nice to have the added energy of the storm. Storms had excited her for so long, now, that she couldn't remember the first time she had masturbated to the thunder. This was so much better, having another's tongue doing the work, allowing her to concentrate on holding back and releasing the energy pool. Another flash lit up the night sky - the clouds a billowing grey mass in the lightning's flash. Feet higher, pressing, Bill tonguing like a man possessed, ass coming off the bed, breathing stopped . . . . No. She relaxed and lifted her feet from Bill's back. It was too soon. There was a knock on the door. Jen looked up to see Sylvie was the one knocking. "Excuse me, dears, but I have to ask Bill a question." "Go ahead," Jen answered for Bill. "Bill, remember that vibrating butt plug you stuffed up my rear a couple of months ago?" Bill chuckled. "Yes, its in the top right drawer - all charged and ready for you. Should last about fifteen to twenty minutes. Go ahead and take it." Sylvie rooted around in the drawer for a minute. "Got it, thanks. Have fun, dears." She returned to her seat at the side of the bed and showed the devise to Jen. Jen was startled. It was huge if it was meant to go up one's backside. Bill was still chuckling quietly. "Is she gone," he asked. "Yes, she is," Jen lied to him. "What was that all about?" "A couple of months ago, I won her. I was looking for someone to try that toy on, and she was the lucky one." He chuckled again. Sylvie glared at him. "It looked quite large, Bill," Jen was caressing her breasts again. "Sylvie allowed you to put that inside her," Jen was incredulous. "She didn't have much choice. I had won, remember, and she was tied to those straps you noticed." Bill paused to give her a few more licks. "Didn't she ask you not to?" Jen saw Sylvie nod her head vigourously. "Yes, but as I said she had no choice. Oh, she complained bitterly, but when it was in and I turned it on, and I was in her as well, pumping as it vibrated - felt great - well, she came all over the place. It was all I could do to hang on. I guess she likes it more than she'd admit." Sylvie shook her head, no. "I hope she has fun with it tonight." Sylvie nodded her head, smiling evilly. Jen lay back and allowed her breathing to return to normal. It was time to begin once more. She placed her feet on Bill's back and he began to tongue her once more. A nice, slow motion up and down her labia. His hands, gloves rather, under her ass lifting her to meet his mouth. Oh, yes. She moaned and turned her head to the side. This was too good. She began, once again to stroke herself, concentrating on the undersides of her breasts, with the occasional foray up to the nipples, those stiff erect buds which gave so much pleasure when touched. She stretched, languidly, to release a little of the tension which had built up, then returned to her self stroking. Ahhh, so nice. Hmmmm? She felt a pair of hands stroking her hair and looked up to see Sylvie, on the chair next to the bed, bent over and stroking her gently. Sylvie smiled and Jen returned the smile. She pressed her feet to Bill's back a little harder and he began to move faster. There was a flash of lightning and Bill went back to work on her clit, as directed. Jen quivered as the thunder filled the room. It was close and very loud. The air vibrated from the thunder and Jen squirmed as its power, combined with the jolts caused by Bill's tongue, washed through her. The tender stroking of her forehead and hair soothed her as Bill's tongue excited her. The contrast was vastly arousing. It wouldn't be long. She moved her feet down. She wanted it to last. Her centre was liquid. Everything within was in motion. Waves moving through her, swirls and eddies, punctuated by bolts which brought her body, back arched, off the bed. Jen's right hand reached up and was caught by Sylvie's. She held on hard. Sylvie continued stroking her head and face with her other hand. It was coming closer. Her left hand came up and it, too was caught and held, yet the stroking of her hair continued. Jen opened her eyes and saw Nika had joined them. Her eyes closed once more. Ka-boom! Jen pushed hard against Bill and lifted her bottom off the bed. Bill went wild against her clit. Flicking his tongue like a madman. "Oh, Oh, Oh!" Her breathing was now controlled by the needs of her body. Short, gasping breaths. Bill had caught on to what was happening and at every blast of thunder he strove to drive Jen out of her mind with sensation. He kneaded her ass, licked and sucked her clit and lifted her to him. During the lulls he became very gentle. So very interesting, what she was doing. Coming with the storm. He wondered what she was thinking. Boom. He dove back into his work. Clearly she couldn't last much longer. She was bucking her hips up to his mouth, her legs were trembling. It would be very soon. Next thunderbolt and he'd push her over. Nika and Sylvie had also caught on. They mirrored each others moves, holding Jen's hands and stroking up and down her body, trying to overload her with sensation. Nika caught Sylvie's eye and grinned fiercely at her. It was exciting. Had Jen felt like this when she watched her come on top of Tim? She hoped so. It was beautiful, what was happening, and it was good to be a part of it. Together, she and Sylvie concentrated on Jen's nipples, tugging at them, feeling the excitement rushing through Jen's body. It was great! Almost there. So good to have everything done for her. All she had to do was concentrate. Hold back now. The vibration moving her, lifting her. Hold back. Tight, everything tight, lifting. She lifted her feet from Bill's back and dropped her legs, thighs tightening about his head. As instructed he stopped. Nika and Sylvie stopped their stroking as Jen tightened her grasp on their hands. It was instinctual. Their eyes met. Could she do it? Time stopped. Everything waiting. Suspense. Jen was on the edge, holding, barely, her orgasm back. KA-BOOM! OOOO-Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! It exploded in her, twisting her body. The energy escaping, pushing out, vibrating her very being in sympathy with the thunder's roar. After shocks ran through her body tossing her head back and forth. Slowly they subsided and she released her grip on Bill's head. Jen slowly settled back down and, to her delight, felt two hands softly petting her, calming her. Ahhh, so nice, so very nice. Other hands were caressing her legs. Bill had removed the gloves. So very nice. She shivered, releasing the excess tension. Mmmmm. So nice. So nice to have friends. After a few minutes she released the hands of her friends and they stood and quietly left the room. "Well, Bill. That was very nice. Thank you." Bill stood, still blindfolded, with his hard-on in front of him. "What about me?" he asked. "Good question." Jen looked at him. It was tempting. "Well, I've just got to have a quick shower now. But after that, I promise you, you'll be taken care of." "Like you promised me you'd not spank me?" Jen ignored him. "Hmm. We can't just have you wondering about, here. Let's see. Come up on the bed." Bill obeyed. "Now, tell me again how to use these straps." He was blindfolded and his hands were tied to the bedposts. He was naked, with a raging hard-on which she refused to touch. It was frustrating. Her voice startled him, coming as it did from mere inches away from his ear. "Still think I'm not a woman of my word." "My bottom's still sore, Jen." "Wanna know a secret, big boy?" "What is it?" "I never laid a hand on it." Well I'll be damned, he thought. That little vixen. He began to laugh. "Cute, Jen, very cute. Those hard strokes must have been Sylvie. I'll remember that. So, I guess I will be taken care of after all. Be quick, Jen." He heard the door close and he was alone. To keep himself amused he thought of how Jen would look in the shower, all soapy and naked. The soap on those wonderful breasts that he'd stroked and sucked upon, running down in rivulets through her soft pubic hair to her pussy, which he'd tasted but not seen. It would be fun to slip in behind her, in the shower, and to enter her, standing up, from behind, her leaning up against the wall, the water spraying in between them, on her back, his front. Him thrusting, her accepting, moaning, breasts swaying as he thrust hard, deep and fast. The thunder was fading into the background once more. The storm was moving away, yet with every roll of thunder he thought again of her body, excited beyond control, bucking under his mouth. She was quite something, that Jen, holding back and allowing the thunder to push her over the edge. He heard the door open. She was back. "I missed you, Jen, but my thoughts were with you." "Shhhh." Her hands stroked his legs, running from his foot up to his balls, gently passing over them and back down the other leg to his foot again. Then she grasped his ankle and pulled. She fastened a strap to it the moved to the other side of the bed. Now he was tied, spread-eagled on the bed. Defenseless. Her nails traced patterns over his chest, down through his pubic hair, but avoiding his cock. It was exciting. A finger traced over his lips and he stuck out his tongue to play with it but it was withdrawn. "Ohh!" A warm wet mouth had enveloped his cockhead. Hmmmm. Jen was tonguing him, so wonderfully, sucking on him gently, moving her head up and down. He began to move his hips, but a warning tap stopped him. He lay there, relaxing, enjoying her most wonderful blow job. Hmmmmm. Her one hand cupped his balls, the other around the base of his cock. If she didn't stop soon he'd come in her mouth. Cool air. She'd stopped. What was that? Ah, she was unwrapping a condom. He felt it being slowly, lovingly rolled on over his hardness. A hand brushed a stray lock of hair off of his forehead. Outside, the rain had stopped. Everything was quiet as he waited for what he knew was coming. The bed sagged a bit as Jen got on and straddled him. His cock was blindly seeking its warm, moist home away from home. She lowered herself slowly on him. He was at the portals. She stopped. He groaned. Slowly, oh so slowly she lowered herself the rest of the way. He heard her gasp as she enveloped him. They rested, joined together, then she slowly began to rise and fall on him. Ahh, it felt so good. He began to move to meet her but, again, was warned by a sharp tap on his flank to desist. He lay still and let her do the work. Her hands were on his chest, holding her weight, and he imagined those beautiful breasts, swaying there, only inches from his chest, the nipples hard buttons of delight. She stopped, her hands moved slowly up his torso, up his neck and across his jaw, up his cheeks until they reached the blindfold. Her fingers grasped it. He almost wished she'd leave it on. It was so exciting, being taken like this, relying on his other senses. The air was marvelously clear after the rain. In the distance the lightning still flashed and the low rumble of thunder rolled across the city to their ears. The air smelled of damp earth and the perfume of flowers. It was beautiful. There was a slight breeze pushing the warm air around - cool compared to the heat of the day, but warm nonetheless. Jen looked at her companions, who returned her gaze, puzzled. "Why are we waiting here," Nika asked curiously. Jen turned and looked up to the open second story window above them. "You!" The voice was Bill's, filled with surprise. They could only just hear it. "I thought . . ." A long pause. "Sylvie," the voice was firm, "put it down. You can't be serious." "Sylvie," not so firm now, a hint of desperation creeping in, "don't do this. You'll be sorry later." "Sylvie," a touch of panic, words tripping over each other "think about what you're doing." "Sylvie!" pure panic. "Sylvie, SYLVIEAAAGHHH!" "Okay, we can go now." Jen took Tim's arm. Tim had his other arm about Nika's shoulders. Together they walked down the street. "Want to tell us about that, Jen," Tim asked, wondering if he really wanted to know. "Soon. I just want to enjoy the memory of it for a bit first, if you don't mind." Jen replied, smiling, thinking back. Sylvie had stopped her at the door after Tim and Nika had left, and given her a friendly kiss on the cheek. 'Remember, Jen,' she had said. 'I owe you one - a big one. I hope you'll collect.' It had been a most interesting day. Jen saw again the longing look in Sylvie's eyes. 'I hope you'll collect.' Maybe I will, Sylvie, maybe I will. Jen lay her head against Tim's shoulder and, arm in arm, the three walked down the street. 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