8 comments/ 57494 views/ 21 favorites The Chesswoman Ch. 01 By: JackMoz In January of 2006, a who's who of young starlets began disappearing. It started out with Jessica Biel, who had ducked into the bathroom at the opening of a small boutique in L.A. She never re-emerged. Three days later, an unofficial taskforce consisting of the F.B.I., the L.A.P.D. and the seemingly omnipresent paparazzi could find neither hide nor hair of her. It was as if she had stepped into that bathroom and vanished off the face of the earth. A week later, Jessica Alba stepped into her trailer on the set of the second 'Fantastic Four.' Thirty minutes later, a production assistant pounded on her door for fifteen minutes. When security opened up her trailer, there was no sign of her. Security had reported that she had not left the lot. In the weeks that followed, panic ensued in the ranks of the glitterati. Young, beautiful women were disappearing left and right. Bodyguards were hire, electronic surveillance systems were installed, overtime was authorized for police forces. It didn't matter. At some point, the young woman in question would be alone, even if for a second. That second was enough. Another young starlet disappeared. Police forces world wide united to search for these missing young women. No rock was left unturned. Interpol was working with MI5 who was working with the FBI who was working with the Russian Federation Security Services who was working with...well, you get the idea. It didn't matter. Women kept on vanishing, never to reappear. No trace was ever found of them, their ultimate fate unknown. And just as mysteriously as it started, it stopped. But not before 32 young, beautiful women disappeared. The authorities had no idea where to look. But that was the problem. They were looking for where. They should have been looking for when... That's where I came in. It's 2012 and I just turned 18. But before I get to this part of the story, I guess I should jump back to 2006, or even better, 2004, when the story really starts. My name is Jack. Not James or John or Jonathan. But Jack. I like the name myself, if for no other reason then it drives my pretentious parents nuts. I'm named after my grand-uncle Jack, who was the family ne'er-do-well who still managed to acquire a fairly vast fortune. About a year before he died, he changed his will, stipulating that he would leave his wealth to the first child of one of his siblings who named one of their offspring after him. Mom was already two months pregnant, so I was the winning baby. Good thing I wasn't born a girl. I'm pretty sure they would have named me Jack anyway. Uncle Jack was worth a lot of money. My Mom (Uncle Jack's niece) had married into a family with a prestigious name but with no money to back it up. Dad's a lawyer, Mom's an architect. They do well, but they work for their money. The inheritance from Uncle Jack let their money work for them now. I think Dad and Mom both resented the fact, though, that they owed their good fortune to the whimsical wishes of the black sheep of Mom's family. I was the youngest of their five children, and the only one with a common name like 'Jack.' I was something of a sore spot to them, I suppose, a constant reminder of what they had to do for money. So although I was never mistreated, there always has been something of a distance between us. At age 10, I was your average kid. I played soccer, read comics and was just starting to discover that girls were not only different, but they were different in a very nice way. That's when I got the inheritance Uncle Jack let for me. It was a steamer trunk full of odds and ends. A chessboard with carved pieces from somewhere in Central or South Asia. One of those expanding telescopes that you in the pirate movies. A couple of old books that might have been worth something if they had been in decent shape. Things like that. My parents rummaged through the chest to make sure that there wasn't anything that might "corrupt the morales of an impressionable young boy" or that should be kept in their safe keeping for when I "became of an age to appreciate such things." No such things in there. So I was given the admonishment of not letting these things clutter my room, and given free reign. To be honest, my friends and I were especially enthralled with the telescope, and I was just learning how to play chess, so having another chess set besides one with plastic pieces was a big boost. But I quickly became disinterested in the chest and slid it to the back of my closet. When I was 11, I was doing a project for school and remembered this old looking wooden globe in the chest that might be useful. By that time, other items of mine had found a final resting place in the chest, so it took some time to dig around for the wooden globe. In the process, I found a secret panel. As I pulled out a piece of paper, all sorts of ideas were running through my head. I knew my Mom and Dad always spoke disparagingly of my Granduncle Jack, but enough of the tales surrounding him had made their way to me to make me think this could be a map to a secret treasure of some kind. Instead, I pulled out a yellow piece of paper torn from a legal pad where the words 'Say Your Name' were scrawled on it in almost illegible writing. To say I was disappointed would have been the understatement of the year. My buried treasure fantasy came crashing down around me. I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it at my waste basket. I turned away, not seeing that the crumpled piece of paper had missed the wastebasket and ricocheted to behind my desk. About a week later, I was working on my computer and had a wood carved pawn in my hand when it slipped out of my fingers and went behind the desk. I bent down to get and saw the crumpled piece of paper. I uncrumpled it, then remembered where I had found it. I read over it again, and tried to think why someone would put something like that in a secret panel. Maybe, I thought to myself, it means there are more secret panels! This could be a clue of some sorts. I spent the next few hours going over that chest. I poked, pried, cut, knocked...whatever I could do to find more secret panels and compartments. Nothing. I grabbed the piece of paper. If it were something I could punch, I would have by now. "OK, what are you a clue to? Did someone just put you in there to drive me crazy? What's my name? My name is Jack Sherrington, but what does that have---" I stopped, stunned into silence. As soon as I said my name, another question appeared on the paper. This one asked 'Who are you named after?' I wasn't feeling very adventurous right then. Things like this did not happen in the real world. Truth be told, I was probably thirty seconds from wetting myself. Hey, don't be judgmental! I was eleven years old, and voodoo shit like this did not happen outside of computer games and DVD's! To this day, I do not know where I got the courage to speak up instead of tossing that paper away and running out of the house as fast as I could. Maybe the ghost of Uncle Jack was sitting there, giving me courage. Whatever. I stuttered out 'Jack Lehman.' Instantly, both questions disappeared and a letter appeared in its place. The letter directed me toward the dilipated books that had come in the chest. It gave me a spell on how to restore them. I was still feeling like I was somewhere in a dream that could plunge into a nightmare at any moment. Nonetheless, I dug out the four books, and chanted the spell. With a blink of the eye, all four books were restored to normal. The letter directed me to read the one that was Uncle Jack's journal, and to take precautions that I wasn't interrupted. I quickly locked the door and got to reading. The first thing in the journal was instructions on how to restore the illusion of the books being almost destroyed. That was a good thing to learn, inasmuch as I wasn't able to read the books uninterrupted. The journal itself took weeks, and I found myself going over and over them again. Uncle Jack was one of the last great explorers of the little nooks and crannies of the world. He would have probably have felt right at home among the great English explorers of the 18th, 19th and early 20th centuries. He had been to spots where few civilized men had ever gone, even in this age. Spots where even fewer civilized men are able to emerge with their hide intact. He had chased down a hundreds of legends and myths, and debunked 99.9% of them. But then there was always the small fraction which ended up being truer than you could hope for. Magic did exist in the worlds. Magic of a sorts, anyway. Uncle Jack just assumed it was a process that hadn't been fully developed or explained yet, but which had its own set of laws, if any type of systematic research would reveal. The other three books contained a list of spells which were found to work. Most of them were useless. Well, not exactly useless. One, for example, was a spell that let you produce a quarter from behind somebody's ear without using sleight of hand. Of course, you had to have a quarter in your pocket at the time of the trick, and the spell itself was indistinguishable to a casual observer from the sleight of hand trick. And some of the spells which might prove useful had ingredients that would be fairly difficult to get. Especially considering that some of the animals that the ingredients were extracted from were on the Endangered Species List. One or two, though, were quite useful. One let you read the surface thoughts of other people. Another granted you very temporary invisibility. It lasted for just a few hours. And it was disspelled if you came in contact with another person. So it might be good for hiding or eavesdropping, but that was about it. That one I used to sneak into the cheerleader's dressing room one time, but that's another story entirely. Then there was the chessboard. The chessboard was called 'The Young Man's Legacy.' The spell was such that the board could be prepared so that a young man, upon reaching his majority, would have at his beck and call, an army or harem of his choosing. The spell had to be set up before a young man's majority, and would be his to call upon that age. I wasn't sure what exactly the spell meant by the age of majority. Uncle Jack had found it when he was 42, too old to prepare it. I didn't know if I would be too old or too young. I assumed 11 was still too young, but I really didn't know what the guidelines were. Uncle Jack was vague on this as well. Unlike Uncle Jack, though, I had the internet. What I found was that the age of puberty (13 or so), was considered the age of ascension into manhood by a lot of ancient (and current!) cultures. I had a lot of fantasies about what I could do with my own army of ultimate fighters (I was 11 at the time, remember), but a harem... I had had my first wet dream the week before, and had really started noticing girls in a positive way. So a harem that would help me explore this new area of awakening... So on, January 6th, two weeks before my birthday, I decided to create my harem. I had used some of the minor spells already, but I wasn't sure how this one would work. Would my harem just appear in my room when I turned 12 (which was one of the birthdays that I thought might me the magical age of majority)? If so, it would get crowded pretty fast! And I'd have a hard time explaining all these women to my Mom and Dad! But the spell said that the harem would be there at my call. So I guess I had a choice of when and where they showed up. But first I had to make the list. OK, sounds easy, doesn't it? But the spell said 32 girls, and I wanted to make it a very hot 32. Now, originally I was thinking of girls that I knew personally, or that I saw when one of my sisters brought home their friends, or one of the cheerleaders on the fields when I went to watch my older brother play high school football. But then I was watching the DVD of the Fantastic Four when Jessica Alba appears in her underwear and it hit me. Why not get an all-star of my fantasy girls in my harem? Now, at this time, I really didn't think this spell was going to work. I mean, all the spells I had used so far had worked, but these were minor (I still hadn't used the temporary invisibility spell yet). This...this was something that Spielberg movies are made from. Nevertheless, I worked and sweated until I came up with the list of 32 women (one for each chess piece). So I printed a list of the thirty two women, and got the list of ingredients. One of the spell ingredients was a likeness of the woman, to be touched to a chess piece. So I hit the web, found the sexiest pictures of my thirty-two women, and touched each one to a piece on the board. When the spell was completed, nothing happened. I waited for five minutes, and still nothing happened. I was just about to put the board away when the spell finally happened. Each chess piece turned briefly into a five inch high figure of the woman I had touched their picture too, and then it returned to normal. I put the pieces away until my 12th birthday. I locked the door, picked one of the pieces at random, and summoned my harem. Nothing. Grumbling and thinking the spell was like the coin behind the ear spell, I left my room and headed for supper. Nothing happened until Jessica Biel disappeared on January 28th, 2006. I was at a friend's house when the news started talking about her disappearance. I made some lame excuse and rushed home as fast as I could. Jessica had been on my list. My chess pieces were still the same, and I couldn't summon Jessica Biel. Then all the starlets who had been on my list started disappearing. I was freaking big time. I didn't try to summon any of the harem/chess pieces. I put them in the bottom of the steamer trunk, shoved it into my closet, and hoped everything would return to normal. By September, 2006, all 32 women on that list had disappeared. It had created a major panic in the entertainment industry. Everything from terrorist plots to UFOs were being offered as an explanation. I was on constant pins and needles and was expecting the FBI to knock on my front door at any moment. Finally, the disappearances stopped. But there was no way in hell I was touching that chessboard or those magic books or anything that came from that chest. A week from my 13th birthday, things were settling down, if not returning to normal, in Hollywood. Increased security and personal vigilance was given as the reason that there were no more disappearances. I knew it was because my list of harem girls had been completed. I was curious as hell, but there was no way that I was going to go into that steamer trunk. 11:50 p.m. on my 13th birthday found me pulling out the steamer trunk with a chess piece in my hand, trying to summon a harem/chess piece girl. Nothing. As the years passed, the disappearance of the 32 starlets (no one had yet made the connection between that number and the number of chess pieces) was becoming more of a background mystery and less of an active investigation. Sure, there were continued investigations, but with the lack of leads, they soon merged into the background. I had gotten back to using the magic spells in the chest as well (especially the temporary invisibility spell, but again, that's a different story). I had my own ring of friends. I did good at school; not stellar, but good. I was an excellent baseball player, and felt I was a cinch to get into an Ivy League School on that. And I had a private ritual. On each birthday, ten minutes before midnight, I would try to summon one of my 'harem.' And always without success. And then, on my 18th birthday, it happened. I was living in a small apartment off campus. (My parents could tolerate me getting to an Ivy League school on my athletic ability, but had moved me off campus once they found out that entailed me live in an athletic dorm). I wasn't seeing anyone seriously (as usual; somewhere in my mind, I had faith that my all-star harem was going to show up at any time). I was popular with my teammates in that I would let them use my apartment from time to time for their dates. The night before my birthday, I had set out the harem chessboard in preparation of my ritual. I had decided that if nothing happened tomorrow, I would destroy the chessboard, and hopefully release the girls. As I had grown older, the guilt at this eternal imprisonment I had condemned my 'harem' to had grown to the point that I could not shunt if off to my unconscious any longer. But I was still fascinated enough by the thought of having a personal harem that I had not let my guilt stop me from waiting until my 18th birthday. When I woke up, I looked over at the chess pieces. My eyes nearly bugged out. Instead of the 32 pieces, there were 32 tiny figurines of the women I had ensorcelled, each a perfect five inch tall replica of the picture I had used so many years ago. My mouth was dry as I continued staring. It had happened. I had reached whatever the board considered my age of majority, and my harem was ready to be summoned. Which brought up a whole slew of new questions. Where had they been during those six years from their disappearance to now? How would they react? And how was I possibly going to keep secret of 32 young women whose disappearance six years ago had created such a panic? Experimentation and research was the key. I pulled out the spellbook that contained the information on the chessboard harem. It was pretty sketchy at best. But it seemed that I could summon and de-summon the harem at will. I picked up the five inch piece of Jessica Biel. She was in the pose from one of the men's magazines years back. She was topless, though she had been posed so that nothing was seen. However, the pose was now rendered three dimensional, and her pose left her full, firm breasts exposed to my view. Even at this tiny size, the image was enough to cause me to get hard. I decided to try to summon her at her present size, i.e., five inches. I figured that a panicking five inch Jessica Biel would be easier to handle than a full-sized one. With a gathering of will, I tried to summon her. This time it work. The figurine turned into a fleshy, albeit tiny, Jessica Biel. Her first reaction was to flinch and squirm. I tried to keep my voice as soft as possible. "Jessica, don't be afraid. It's all right. I'm not going to hurt you." I didn't know how much this was going to do. Jessica looked up at me, and the panic on her face disappeared. She spoke as calmly as if it was the most natural thing in the world to appear in a giant's hand wearing only high heels and panties. "I'm not afraid of you, Jack." That was an interesting development, her knowing my name. "Just a bit startled. I was just freshing up my make up at the opening, and then the next thing I know I find myself in the hand of a giant definitely not dressed for a boutique opening." Jessica kicked off her heels and uncovered her chest. Even diminished, they were incredible. "But only if you don't mind me being dressed this way." She giggled at that, as my bug-eyed stared demonstrated I didn't mind a bit. "So, you don't remember anything between the boutique and showing up in my hand?" "Nothing. Would you help me off with these?" These were her tiny panties, which she had shoved partly down. I used my index fingernail to tug them all the way off. "That's better," she giggled. Her trimmed pubic hair was a light brown, and looked so inviting. "So, if you don't mind me asking, Jack, am I tiny or are you the giant? Jack? Earth to Jack?" I shook my head. "Um, you're tiny. But just for now." Jessica gave me a sultry look. "Well, are you going to make me normal size? Not that we can't have fun with me this size as well." I really had to think, but Jessica was making it hard...in more ways than the obvious one. With a thought, I tried to de-summon her. Jessica froze again as I set her down. I found her tiny panties still hanging from my fingertip. The Chesswoman Ch. 01 Part of me (guess which part!) wanted to unfreeze Jessica, restore her to her normal size, and go at it until we both passed out. By her conversation, I knew she'd be a very willing partner. But now I knew my spell had definitely worked. So how do you summon thirty two of the sexiest women in the world, all of them willing to do your bidding, without finding yourself stuck in a deep, dark hole by someone who wants to know how you pulled off such a nifty little trick? I looked at the clock and realized I was going to be late for class. With a simple spell, I made the chess set look as I first found it, and headed to class, putting off the decision of what to do until later. The Chesswoman Ch. 02 Friday at school is my short day. I had designed it pretty much that way, so that I could start the weekend early. Spring training didn't start until next month, and I had done weights yesterday, so I wouldn't be due in the gym until tomorrow. I was between girlfriends at the time, and none of my teammates had asked for the use of my apartment that night, so I was on my own starting at noon. Now, before we get back to my apartment and the magical chess set (and trust me, I want to get back there faster than you do), I think I need to tell you a little bit about myself. You already know I'm going to an Ivy League school on an athletic scholarship. Well, not an actual Ivy League school, but one that is consistently ranked academically as high or higher than one of the eight colleges in the actual Ivy League. So you can assume correctly that I'm in good shape. Which I am. At eighteen, I'm 6'1", with green eyes and straight brown hair that I keep just long enough for a girl to run her fingers through. I've never had a problem dating, though as I said earlier, I've never really dated seriously. I do fairly well, though, and the fact that I got a small write up in the local newspaper as a freshman with potential hasn't done me any harm. None of the girls I've dated have ever had a problem with me, in or out of bed, outside of the fact that I just don't commit to the long run. I'm even still friends with some of these girls (one or two are friends with benefits). Yeah, yeah, I know, enough about me, more about the chess set, right? Well, I need to tell you a little bit more about me before returning to my apartment. You see, I hate cheerleaders. Well, hate is probably a pretty strong word. But I'm not fond of them at all. Now, I know it's not fair to judge all cheerleaders by the ones who ruined me on cheerleaders. But the cheerleaders at my school were complete and utter bitches, totally focused on social status and such. The one in particular who soured me on cheerleaders was Theresa Randall. We had known each other since grade school, but when she started filling out in eighth grade, she wanted nothing to do with me. She was your stereotypical blonde cheerleader, all about hooking up with the most popular guy in high school. Now, I was a star athlete in my own right, but I was never head of the 'A-list' at school until my senior year. That year, I was the only athlete who had won a full athletic scholarship, and to a prestigious college no less. The guy Theresa was dating, our school's quarterback, won a partial scholarship to a small state school that you wouldn't have ever heard of unless you lived in that part of the state. That was also the year my parents actually did something incredible for me, by giving me my graduation present at the beginning of my senior year: a black Ford Mustang convertible. Within a week of starting school, Theresa was throwing herself at me. By November, she was wondering why I was having nothing to do with her. By January, she was pissed and trying to make my life miserable. By May, we were both out of high school, and she had failed miserably at trying to ruin my senior year, though not without trying. Why didn't I date Theresa? Well, there's the fact that she was an uberbitch. And I was seeing someone else. But mainly, I had nothing to do with her because she had treated me like shit for my entire life. So what does this all have to do with my magical chess set? Well, because of Theresa, I've always had these dark fantasies about what I would have like to do to Theresa sexually. Not whips and chains or anything like that, mind you. And I bet on the BDSM circuit, my fantasies are pretty tame. Still, there were some things I wanted to do to Theresa to put her in her place. Which brings us to back to my magic chess set. As soon as I finished my last class for the day, I headed back to my apartment. I was really glad that I hadn't run into anybody I knew, because I doubt that anything I said to them would have been coherent. When I got home, I locked the front door, made sure all my blinds were closed tight, and pulled out my chess set. A few simple words, and before me were thirty two tiny figurines of the sexiest women in the world. I picked up my tiny Jessica Biel, now totally nude from the last time I had played with her. I was tempted to restore her to her full size, but I was still a little leery of making one of my captured starlets full sized for the first time. I wanted to restore someone who I thought I could probably subdue and reshrink if something went wrong. Plus, I had already been thinking about a different starlet all morning anyway, So with a mental promise to come back to her later, I regretably put down the figurine of Jessica Biel and picked up the one of Jessica Simpson. Jessica was wearing the pink bikini from The Dukes of Hazzard. I thought that if something went wrong, I could stop the five foot two Jessica long enough to shrink her down before she escaped. So with a certain amount of trepidation, I put the statue of Jessica down on the floor in front of me and recited the incantation. Jessica materialized before me, full-sized and beautiful. She looked around in panic, first down at her almost non-existent outfit, and then at her surroundings. Before she bolted, though, her gaze fell on me. She gave me a full smile and kicked off her shoes as she walked toward me. "Jack, I hope you're as happy to see me as I am to see you." As she said this, she stood in front of me, her hands untying the knot of her bikini on her back. She then reached under her hair and undid the knot behind her neck. I watched in amazement as Jessica's bikini top slid down to the floor. Jessica gave that inane giggle of hers as she put her hands behind her head, arching her back and thrusting her amazing breasts toward me. I must say, they were impressive. Large as they were, they were still very firm, with their pink medium-sized nipples pointing forward with only a slight downward tilt. When I moved my hands to cup them, Jessica leaned forward to put her hands on my shoulder, leaning her chest into my hands. She moaned as I caressed and kneaded her incredibly soft breasts, and let out a little yelp of pleasure when my thumbs ran over her hardening nipples. I slid my hands around her back and to her waist, pulling her forward so that she straddled my lap. Jessica brought her right breast to my mouth, her hand going around to the back of my head. I eagerly took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, letting my tongue swirl around her nipple. Jessica's hips were rocking on my lap, grinding into my groan, as she pulled me closely to her. I switched from one breast to the other, giving each equal treatment before I pushed Jessica away and off my lap. Her hands reached for the knots holding her bottoms up, but I grabbed her hands, stopping her. "That won't be necessary. I have another idea in mind." A confused look on her face, Jessica allowed me to push her down to her knees, then looked up at me with those wide, beautiful eyes. "I was wondering, Jessica, did you ever give Nick a blow job?" Jessica got a disgusted look on her face. "Never. Maybe he could get one of those groupies of his to give him one, but I wasn't going to." "Did he ever give you a pearl necklace?" Jessica got a confused look on her face. "Nick gave me a lot of jewelry, but...": I shook my head. "No, I mean did he ever put his cock between those sweet tits of yours, to make him cum." Again, Jessica shook her head no. "He asked, but I don't do those sort of things." "But you would if I told you to, wouldn't you?" Jessica had a look on her face as if I just said something obvious. "Of course." I reached down and undid my belt, then unsnapped my jeans. "Why don't you help me with these, then." I lifted myself up off my chair just high enough to allow Jessica to pull down my jeans and underwear, removing them and my shoes and socks completely. She stared in wonder at my erection as I removed my shirt. "It's bigger than NIck's," she said in awe. Which didn't say much for Nick, as I knew from my past experience in the gym shower that I was just slightly larger than average in the equipment department. Jessica's fingers reached for my erection, then stopped. She looked up at me and asked in that delightful twang of hers, "May I?" I nodded, then had to bite back a moan of my own as Jessica's hands lightly stroked my shaft, then moved to gently fondle my balls. "That's very nice, Jessica. Now why don't you try licking it?" Without further prompting, Jessica's little tongue ran on the underside of my cock, sending a thrill through my body. She continued running her tongue up and down and around my shaft, as she continued fondling my balls. I took her head so that I could align my erection with her mouth, then slowly coaxed her to take the tip into her mouth. Jessica was unsure about what to do, but she didn't lack for enthusiasm. Her mouth formed an "O" as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth, her mouth moving up and down the first couple of inches of my erection. I let Jessica get warmed up to her task, before I pushed her head away. Jessica gave me that confused look of hers again. "Now what I want you to do is lean forward, place my cock between those two beautiful breasts of yours, and squeeze them together around it." Jessica did as I told her to. It felt wonderful, having the warm, soft flesh of her breasts wrapped around my erection. "Now move your breasts up and down, keeping them pressed together around my cock. Oh, yeah, that's it." I didn't know which was more exciting, the prospect of actually titty-fucking Jessica Simpson, or the site of her doing so. She still seemed a bit unsure of what she was doing, but I could tell she way enjoying being able to pleasure me. With my encouragement, Jessica moved her breasts faster. Before long, I could feel my excitement building up. With one last "Like that, Jessica, just like that!" I came, shooting all over Jessica's breasts and chin. Jessica kept on stroking my cock, until I was finally spent. I looked down at Jessica, and she looked up at me beaming, my semen dripping from her chin, throat and chest. "Still horny?" Jessica blushed but nodded. "Why don't you take off your bikini bottom and finish yourself off over there?" I said, pointing at the corner. Jessica stood up, undoing her bottoms. I got a glimpse of her shaved privates before she turned around, showing off that beautifully toned ass she had been working out for her role as Daisy Duke. When she sat down where I had pointed, her bended legs were slightly spread, giving me an excellent views of the folds of her lower lips, wet and parted. "So did you ever put on a show for Nick?" I asked, feeling myself starting to get hard again. Jessica shook her head silently, her eyes closed as her fingers slid between her nether lips. Her other hand cupped her breast, massaging it. When she lifted her breast, licking her nipple and my cum off her breast, I was ready to take her again. "Ever do it doggie style?" I had to ask Jessica twice, as she was really focused on her building pleasure. When she shook her head no, I told her, "Get on your hands and knees." Jessica did as instructed. She looked absolutely stunning, her expectant eyes looking over her shoulder, her large beautiful breasts hanging so temptingly down from her chest, her wonderful ass pointed upward, I went to my knees and, placing my hands on Jessica's hips, thrust into her, burying myself in her warm, tight pussy in one motion. Jessica grunted when I did so, then began rocking backwards, matching each thrust I made into her. Our bodies moved faster together until, in unison, we both came together. Again I spent myself, this time into Jessica, as I could feel her inner muscles caressing and squeezing my erection for every last drop. Finally, I leaned backwards, letting my legs stretch out before me. Jessica turned around to face me, disheveled but looking incredible erotic. "So how am I doing so far?" she said with a smile that was both wicked and innocent. It took me a second to catch my breath, but I finally was able to reply "Wonderful." I then said the incantation, and Jessica was reduced down to a five inch figurine. I examined the figurine, and noticed there wasn't any physical evidence of me coming on her body. I was a bit curious about that, so I repeated the incantation to make Jessica full-sized. Jessica reappeared again, a bit confused from being in a different spot. She then touched her chin, caressed her breasts, and finally ran a finger across her nether lips, finding no evidence of our recent lovemaking. Jessica looked at me, and the disconcertment on her face disappeared. "Ready for another round, Jack?" I repeated the incantation that shrunk Jessica, and let her rejoin her fellow 'pieces' on the chess board. I had answered a few more questions, including ones I didn't know I needed to ask. There were a few more scenarios I wanted to explore, but I didn't know just exactly how far I could go in my apartment. Jessica hadn't gotten too loud, and my neighbors weren't the nosy type. But I also realized that having the sound of women coming from my apartment while not seeing any women enter or exit my apartment was going to raise questions. Fortunately for me, that problem was about to resolve itself.