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     This story does not contain any violence, rape, pedophilia,
non-consensual activities or bestiality.  It does contain scenes
of consensual m/f sex.  If this disturbs you, please pass by.  If,
in whatever jurisdiction you reside, you are underage - please
read no further.

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.  This work is copywritten by the author and is for
private use of the reader only.  It is not to be published
without the prior consent of the author.

Comments welcome.  If you feel I've made an error in portraying
various acts, or in the feelings engendered by them, let me know.
If you want to complain that Ted has black hair in Part 1 and
brown in Part 2, forget it, I already know, I discovered that myself.
If you think I've done a particularly good job in any portrayal,
let me know as well.  Thanks.

Delta.


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    STRIP CHESS   by Delta.
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     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, herself, stopped being involved 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.






            Part 2c:  The Chess Match


     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.


Continued in Strip Chess  Part 2d:  The Chess Match.
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