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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
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Comments welcome.  If you feel I've made an error in portraying
various acts, or in the feelings engendered by them, let me know
where I went wrong.  If you think I've done a particularly good
job in any portrayal, I'd appreciate knowing as well.  It will
aid me in my future endeavours. Thanks.

Delta.



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    STRIP CHESS   by Delta.

   Part 2d:  The Chess Match
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     With the game about to begin once more - and the timer on
other activities about to resume - Nika quickly brought Tim back
to his chair and positioned him as before.  There was only one
thing missing.  His erection.
     Ah, the things we have to do to keep our toys in operational
condition, Nika sighed to herself.  She pushed his legs apart and
knelt between them.  She took a quick sniff and smiled to herself.
This was, indeed, a sweet man - one worth keeping.  There was no
odour, man-scent or otherwise.  The dear man had washed himself
during the break.  Thus, none of that absolutely dreadful tasting
nonoxynol-9, from the lubricated spermicidal condom, was to be found.
     Her tongue flicked at his flaccid penis as he began stroking
her hair.  A couple more flicks and then she brought it into her
mouth.  He gave a groan and a tingle went through her.  Oh how
she enjoyed the giving of pleasure.  She tongued him some more,
sucking lightly.  He groaned again and began to grow within
her mouth.  She was getting wet again, how nice, she thought
and stepped up the tonguing.  His hands were still stroking
at her hair, but now, every few seconds, they stilled and held
her head tightly.  It was during those moments that she gloried
in her work, for they highlighted the effect she was having on
her partner and allowed her to feel very good about herself.
     Now he was hard enough to for her to begin bobbing her
head up and down, allowing him to slide in and out of her
mouth through the tight ring of her lips.  Occasionally she'd
lightly rake his cock with her teeth and thrill to the little
jump he'd make.
     A slightly salty taste let her know that a drop of
pre-come had worked its way out.  That was enough.  She wanted
him hard, but he would have to wait for relief.  She stood
up and smiled down on him.  Damn.  She'd have to go find
another condom.  She began to turn, but before she could move
he'd pulled one out from under the cushion he was leaning
against, took it out of its covering and began to roll it on.
     "All ready for you, Nika," he smiled up at her.
     A dear, dear man, indeed.  She smiled back, turned about
and straddled his legs, then slowly lowered herself onto him,
giving out a sigh of satisfaction as she enveloped him once more.
Ah, that was much better.  Poor Pussy had been feeling so empty
with him gone.
     A few feet away Sylvie was raising and lowering herself on
Wayne's stiff cock.  Nika decided she wouldn't follow suit - at
least not just yet.  She didn't want Tim getting too excited,
too soon, so she just rocked her hips on him, as before, and
turned her attention, for the moment, to the game.

     Her impudence made him want to throttle her - well,
metaphorically anyway.  She had just taken a pawn with her knight
which, normally, would have led to Rook takes Knight and, if she
wished to continue the exchange, Bishop takes Rook, King takes
Bishop.  It would have been a clear victory for him.  A pawn and
a Rook for a Knight and a Bishop, plus his improved position.  A
position from which she would not be able to recover.  Normally.
     However things were far from normal, so she made the play,
picking up the lube at the same time and smiling down on it, then
looking up at him through her eyelashes.  His choice was clear.
She was giving him a real chance at an early victory, but to earn
that victory he'd have to relinquish his shorts and allow her access
to his ass.  He'd be damned if he'd do that.  Even with his self
imposed handicap, he could beat her - would beat her.  He would
simply have to rearrange his pieces before he could go on the
attack again.
     Bill moved his Rook and she smiled that damned knowing
smile of hers.  It as much as called him a coward, while claiming
foreknowledge of that fact.  Her foregoing her two minute
distraction period for the capture of the pawn only served to gall
him further.  His face grew red once more, however this time it
was with anger.  She would pay.
     "Pawn takes Pawn," she said calmly.  "And I don't think I
need take this distraction period either.  You seem to be plenty
distracted as it is.  I wonder why."  She tossed the lube up in
the air and caught it."
     He glared at her, looked sharply down at the board and moved
his hand.  "Pawn takes Pawn," he snarled.  "And I don't need a
fucking distraction period, either."
     The exchange of Pawns had left one of his pawns defenseless
and Jen moved her Bishop to threaten it.  Surely she could see
it was useless to do that.  But no, he had forgotten, she couldn't
project as far into the game as he could.  He moved his rook to
counter that move, grinning to himself as he did.  Now she would
see something, and that something would cost her her Bishop and
her top.  Then he'd have those lovely tits to play with, and
play with them he would.  He wouldn't let up, even when she
begged for mercy.  Hell, he became excited, this could open
up a whole series of moves which would see her lose piece after
piece.  He grinned to himself.  He'd strip her, after all, before
mating her.  All she had to do was to make one innocuous move
and it would begin.  For the first time during the game he began
to grow hard.
     He looked up into her face to find her smiling wickedly.
In sudden desperation he looked back down at the board and saw
it just before she moved her hand.
     "Move.  Knight . . ."  He didn't hear the rest, the blood
was pounding so loudly in his ears.  She had uncovered a Check
from her Bishop and, when he moved to get out of it, her bishop
would take the rook he'd just moved!  His nascent erection faded
before it had a chance to make its presence known.
     He took his time making his move.  He needed to plan ahead,
and to prepare himself for his ordeal.  This time she didn't
leave him alone, however.  As he watched the board, she was
kneeling beside him, running her hands up and down his legs and
humming softly.  He cocked his head.  The tune was familiar.  It was
played often on the oldies station that they frequently listened to.
Then she began singing, softly:  "One way, or another, gonna find
you, gonna getcha getcha getcha baby, one way or another . . ."  He
grimaced.  She never let up.
     "Move."  The frustration came out in his voice, as he placed
his king next to her Knight.  He'd take it next move.  It wasn't
a good trade, but it was the best he could do.

     Sylvie wasn't sure what had happened, but it seemed like
something good.  Bill was hanging his head and Jen was smiling.
She glanced over to Nika and Tim to see if they had caught on,
but they seemed wrapped up in themselves.  Nika's hands were
down at her pussy, fingering herself while Tim's hands were
roaming all over her torso.  Sylvie grinned.  Nika wouldn't last
too long like that.
     Jen began to speak and Sylvie diverted her attention back
to the game board.  "Oh, goodie.  You mean it's *my* move?" she
asked gaily.  Bill wasn't answering her.
     Jen turned and looked at Sylvie with a big smile on her
face.  Sylvie prepared herself.  Come on, Jen, do it - whatever
it is.
     "Move."  There was no reaction from Bill.
     "Bishop."  She held it up for Sylvie to see.
     "Takes."  She grinned wickedly.
     "Rook!"
     "Awright!" Sylvie couldn't contain herself and was rewarded
with an answering smile of triumph from Jen.
     Jen pulled Bill from the table, and stood him next to the
chair she'd sat him on previously so that he could grip it's back
if he turned sideways.  Then, in front of Sylvie, and the rest,
she slowly lowered his shorts to the floor, leaving him mostly
exposed.  His shirt still covered much of his pubic area, but what
hung below that was well and truly exposed for all to see.
     Jen hefted his balls and Sylvie caught her words.  "Not bad,
not bad at all."  She was treating him like meat!  Sylvie swallowed
her laugh.  "But, what's this?  Oh dear, oh dear.  The poor thing
is limp."  She patted Bill on the buttocks as if consoling him.
     "Don't worry, dear.  I'm sure we can think of something."  Jen
uncapped the lubricant and spread it on her forefinger.  She put
an extra glob at its tip and turned Bill to face the chair.
     "Grab hold of the back, dear.
     "Yes, that's right, now spread your legs.
     "Very good.  You've done this before?"
     It was all Sylvie could do to keep from laughing out loud.
She doubted, very much, that Bill had ever been in this position
before.  She watched intently as Bill jerked when Jen's finger
touched him and began to work the lube around his anus.
     Jen turned and smiled at her, raising her eyebrows as if to
ask if she was ready.  Sylvie nodded emphatically, her own hands
reaching down to stroke herself, much as Nika was doing.  She'd
waited so long for something like this.
     Bill jumped a little as Jen's finger began to work its way
past his sphincter and Sylvie jumped a little too.  Sylvie's jump
was from delight, Bill's - well, who could say.  Sylvie felt her
juices really flowing now.

     Jen was surprised at how soft Bill was inside.  It was the
first time her finger had ever been in such a location.  Now,
if she remembered correctly, the prostate gland was supposed to
be forward and, if stroked, should produce an erection.  She
didn't really feel anything, but began stroking his forward
wall, nonetheless.
     After a few moments she looked over to Sylvie who gave her
the thumb's up.  She reached around for Bill's cock and found
that, yes indeed, it was beginning to rise.  She grinned
triumphantly and kept stroking.

     Bill couldn't believe what was happening.  She was actually
inserting her finger up his ass.  He closed his eyes.  How had
this happened?
    "Umph!"  Her finger made it past his sphincter and had free
passage now, as far as she could reach - and she had long fingers.
She was trying to massage his prostate gland.  The bitch.  He'd
show her, though.  He'd be damned if he'd allow himself to get
hard.  At least she'd either clipped her nails or had short ones
to begin with.  He'd forgotten to look.
     Damn, damn, damn.  He was getting hard in spite of himself.
Could it be he liked this?  Her hand reached around and began
touching his cock, softly caressing it.  The damned traitor rose
even higher and he closed his eyes more tightly.
     "Ummm."  Damn, but it felt good though.  He was sorry he'd
allowed that slight moan out, however.  He didn't want her to
know the effect she was having.  At the moan, however, she began
to stroke him, both inside and out, with renewed vigour and his
back arched and his head tilted up as he moaned again.
     Thank God.  The timer began to beep.
     "You don't mind if I keep my finger here until you decide
on your move, do you?  Seems a shame to pull it out only to have
to go to the trouble to put it right back in."  The woman was
infuriating.
     He walked, awkwardly, back to the table, Jen following with
her finger up his ass, and glanced at his position while trying to
ignore the finger moving inside of him.  It would be a good idea to
use his two minutes to study the board, but the level of distraction
was so high that he gave up.
     "Move."  The finger popped out of his ass and he jerked again.
"King takes Knight."  He watched as she wiped her hand on the
dish towel she'd brought out earlier for that very purpose.

     Jen glanced to Sylvie, who didn't know how worried to be about
this capture, and smiled reassuringly.
     "Hands or feet?"  Jen asked Bill.  He thought for a moment as
he set the timer.
     "Hands, he replied, and she stepped back from the board and
closed her eyes.  She felt him move behind her, take her arms and
bring them behind her back.  He crossed her wrists and held them
together with one of his hands while the other began tracing designs
on her palms.  It was what she had done to him earlier and now he
was returning the favour.  It wouldn't work, though.  She was too
jazzed by the euphoria of her victory to be distracted by him at
this moment. Besides, she knew what her next move was.  That pawn
that he'd moved his rook to protect was, even as she thought,
breathing its last.
     Bill began to speak, breathing almost in her ear.  "Everything
that you've done to me, I'll do to you.  And remember, little one,
I have two hands, and you have two targets down there.  You'll have
fingers in your ass and fingers in your pussy, stroking in and out,
in and out.  There'll be no mercy now."
     As usual, Bill was using the wrong tactics on her.  When would
he learn that threats wouldn't work?  Hopefully he wouldn't.  She
had figured it out, back after the loss of her first pawn that he
was trying threats because that was what would work against him and
he figured that others would be most affected by the same tactics.
Thus, Jen used threats of what she'd do.  He, however, hadn't
figured out what he'd done and while her strategy was working, he
continued with a strategy which was bringing him very limited results.
She fought back the urge to laugh, it might start him thinking and,
heaven forbid, change his style.  He continued his traces on her
palms but didn't speak any more.  She wondered why.
     Suddenly Jen had it figured out.  He was looking over her
shoulder to the chess board, using this time to plot his moves
without her being able to interfere with them.  She fumed.  It
circumvented the spirit, if not the letter, of the rules they'd made.
Okay, big boy, now you're really for it!
     The dull boom of thunder rolled across the room as the timer
beeped and Jen felt another surge of energy.  Before Bill could even
move she spoke.
     "Bishop takes Pawn.  Back to the chair, Bill.  You know the
position.  You talked about 'in and out', well, I'll give you
'in and out'."
     Bill shuddered and moved to the chair as ordered as Jen set
the timer.  She noticed Sylvie making a discrete wave and turned
to see what it was about.  Sylvie held up two fingers in a V, then
brought them together and made a sharp upward jabbing motion.  Jen
felt another wicked grin coming on and mouthed her thanks to Sylvie,
who was now squirming with delight atop Wayne.

     This was just too much, thought Sylvie.  Who would have thought
it.  She really owed Jen, now.
     With bated breath she watched as Jen lubed two fingers and
placed them at the entrance to Bill's ass.  This would be good!
She wondered if Jen would warn him, or not.
     "Bill, remember you promised me double penetration?"  He
looked puzzled.  "Well, I can't do that to you, of course, but I
can double *the* penetration."  It took a second to sink in, then
Bill swallowed convulsively.  Do it, Jen, now!

     As soon as comprehension dawned on Bill, he felt the pressure
begin.  Surely she wouldn't . . . .
     "Agggh!"  Not only would she, she did.  His sphincter began
to adjust to the unaccustomed stretching as Jen moved her fingers
in and out - as promised.  Her pace started picking up, and his
cock, at first only semi-hard, became rigid once more.  Her other
hand came around and began to stroke him.
     "Ahhh," it felt so good.  Even the fingers in his ass began
to feel good.  Have to fight it.  Can't.  She was moving more and
more rapidly and he knew he was approaching an ejaculation.
     "Oh, oh, ohh," his breath was short and ragged.  Soon, soon,
now . . . all stimulation stopped and the fingers were withdrawn.
No!
     He stood there, shaking, barely hearing the beeping of the
timer.  His breath, still ragged, began to slow and he looked up
to see Jen smiling at him.  The bitch was enjoying this too much.
He stumbled to the table, trying to bring his mind back on the game.
The pieces were there all right, it was just that he couldn't
concentrate.
     "Oopff."  The fingers were back in his ass, moving in and out.
How was he supposed to concentrate?  He gripped the table, willing
the chess pieces to come back into focus.  Nooo!  Jen's other hand
was once more around his cock, jerking him off.
     "Move."  He called in desperation.  The fingers disappeared.
He gasped, trying to clear his vision.  If he didn't move soon
he'd be penalized.  He moved his Bishop, and relaxed.
     His eyes went wide.  What had he done?!  It was mate in
two!  Would she see it.  He tried to keep a poker face - a
chess face? - and looked up at her.  She looked amused.
     "You don't get out of it that easily, Bill.   Move. Check!"
     Bill looked down in both relief and dismay.  Now what?  "Ahhh!"
Not again!  Please, please let me come.  Then I'll be able to think.
Ohgod, ohgod, he was going to come . . . . nothing.  Damn her, damn
her, damn her.  His cock throbbed.  Jen used the squeeze maneuver
on him and his cock began to wilt a little, only to rise again as
the fingers plunged back into his ass.
     "Move.  Damnit!"  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
as he realized he starting to drool.  His hand was shaking and he
knocked over his king.
     "Can't resign, Bill, remember?"
     He shot her a foul look and picked up the king and moved it.
Now, if she only took a little time to move he could recover.

     "Move.  Bishop takes Bishop.  You lose your shirt Bill."
Jen stripped him of it, and now his flat, hard stomach came to
view.  She stroked it lightly.  His pubic area was now in plain
sight.  Why is it that men expect women to trim their pubic hair
but rarely do so themselves?
     Stroking his arms and belly wouldn't be enough distraction,
so Jen cut it short and told him it was his turn.
     As he moved to the board she grinned evilly.  "Remember, Bill,
how you mentioned triple penetration to me?"  He stopped short and
looked at her.  She moved three fingers together.  At the tips they
looked like a small triangle, but as they went back, the girth
became daunting.  Jen saw him close his eyes.  His face was a
picture of utter desolation.  She wondered if he would quit.  He
didn't.  He positioned himself and awaited the onslaught.  She had
no intention of doing it, she just wanted to scare him a little.
It was only fair.  Just as her two fingers touched him, however, he
called out.  There was a sudden desperation in his voice.
     "Move!"
     The poor boy.  She almost felt sorry for him.  She would have,
too, if it hadn't been he who had begun this intense level of
competition.
     She looked at the board and giggled.  Before he could do
anything she reached over and grabbed her knight.
     "Move.  Knight takes Bishop.  Your head is now a target, Bill."
She gripped the hair at the back of his head in her fist and
brought his head down to hers and kissed him violently.  It was the
kiss of a possessor over the possessed.  She knew it and he knew it.

     Bill groaned under the passion of the kiss.  It was over.  He
was finished.  He now had barely enough pieces to make a mate, let
alone one against an opponent with the pieces Jen had left.  And
even if he could move with impunity, he couldn't concentrate for
long enough to plan ahead.  He was finished.



Continued in Strip Chess Part 2e: The Chess Match
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