0 comments/ 88547 views/ 5 favorites The Chess Game By: p_p_man "And how are we getting on with the latest recruits?" asked Carl Lindeman as he pushed the blue button on the large console in front of him. Far below the red-haired girl playing the part of one of his pawns jerked upright and moved slowly forward one square. Another jab at the button and she moved forward again. "They should be ready soon," came the reply through the earphones "possibly another three months. But you know how it is. Some learn faster than others." The second man studied the huge chequered board that dominated the chamber. From their vantage points high above the action taking place below, the men sat facing each other at opposite ends of the vast room which had been hewn from the solid rock of the island above. "But we don't want them until they are absolutely ready do we?" He panned a camera onto the face of his remaining bishop. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'If I don't use her then Carl will be able to come through with his knight and I'll lose her anyway. But I don't think she'll last much longer.' The female in question looked on the point of collapse. She had been on the chessboard for two hours with the constant stimulating vibrators embedded in her rectum and vagina keeping her on the verge of orgasm. In that time she had experienced many minor releases of sexual tension and it showed in her face and trembling body. Soaked in sweat, her body shook and made constant muscular movements as she ground her thighs together and clenched her buttocks hoping to bring herself to her final finish. She knew the consequences of collapsing in orgasmic pleasure outside the rules of the game but she was now beyond caring. The man, Juan, noted all this and decided to take a chance. He pushed the button that would activate the girl. She moaned aloud as she felt the stimulation of her left nipple as the low current ran through it from the battery strapped to her back. Her breasts already swollen with desire, felt on the point of bursting as she turned to face the direction she was required to go. She saw ahead of her, a tall, statuesque woman with the emblem of an opposing Knight hanging by a thin cord around her neck and she knew that this was her target. The vibrator in her vagina increased its pitch and she half staggered towards her prey, each step increasing the build up of sexual desire. She nearly made it. The Knight watched her approach and noticed she was almost on the point of collapse. Guilt swept through her as she hoped and prayed that the lurching, stumbling woman would feel the onslaught of her final orgasm before reaching her square. And as she drew closer the Knight could see the glazed look in the other's eyes, the sweat running down the naked flesh and the increased trembling as muscles began to spasm and nerve endings began to respond to the oncoming climax. With just two squares to go the woman gave a shriek of pure lust and fell writhing to the ground her uncontrollable hands tried to bury themselves deep into herself as the final shattering release took her further and further into sexual masochism. Juan cursed out loud. The gamble hadn't paid off. Now his piece will have to leave the game without achieving her objective. Nothing gained. Nothing at all but he was now minus a strategic player. He watched as the woman played out her shattering release and to resume the game quickly he helped her by adjusting all the controls on his console to their highest level. The battery on her back picked up the signals and her rectum, vagina and breasts became three recipients of sexual stimulation acting as one. She screamed and shrieked. High pitched sounds that echoed and re-echoed around the chamber. She arched her back, fumbled the fingers of both hands into her gaping, sopping vagina alongside the frantically buzzing vibrator and pushed, pulled and pinched at her genitals until the tidal wave swept over her bringing the blessed release she craved. Such had been the build up of lust over the previous two hours she came down slowly in a series of decreasingly less violent climaxes before flopping backward onto the square now soaked with her juices. Juan and Carl watched as the team of men appeared from the shadows approached the now gasping, sobbing woman, picked her up by her arms and legs and carried her from the board her flesh still rippling as new spasms ran the length of her body. Neither man cared what punishment awaited her. That was the job of the Gamekeeper. Suffice to know that she would be punished. The rules were clear, no player was to have a premature orgasm. Only if they captured an opposing piece was that luxury afforded them. Pieces were to be kept in a constantly stimulated state only after they had entered the game, before that time they were to wait obediently on their starting squares before being required to move. This last rule gave the players controlling the movements a chance to keep fresh troops back until needed. Once a piece began playing then she was stimulated without pause by the vibrators in her body and the wires attached to her breasts These attachments also served the double purpose of telling her in which direction to go. Increased movement in her vagina she should move forward, in her rectum backward, left breast she should turn left where she stood and right breast she should turn right. The earlier a piece was used in the game the longer she would have to control her final orgasm. If she experienced an involuntarily final climax she was removed from the board leaving the player controlling her at a disadvantage to his opponent. The players found the game interesting as well as novel. It was not so much pressing a button and watching a sweating, lust filled woman, sometimes on the verge of collapse, stagger and stumble in a given direction; but they had to judge whether the piece had enough strength to reach its target before collapsing from orgasmic release. Juan had made a wrong decision and was now a piece short. The game continued but Juan knew he had lost. Before he resigned however he was determined to make one last attack and have fun at the same time. Carl's most recent move, the petite red haired girl whose body was covered in faint freckles, was still standing where she had been placed, two squares out from her starting point. She was comparatively untouched by any sexual desire except for the slight movement of her small, pert breasts as she stood there panting slightly at the faint electrical stimulation. She saw that most of the other women would not last much longer. Their glistening bodies and slack faces told their own story. Suddenly she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. It was against the rules to voluntarily face any attacking piece, but she could, by swivelling her eyeballs as far as they could go, see the tall statuesque Knight, who had been in danger herself just a few moments ago, slowly and with care stumble towards her. She knew she was the target and prepared herself mentally for what was to come. The woman arrived standing close to her, their bodies touching. The red haired girl could smell the sexual desire in the other and feel the faint tremors rippling through her body. They both waited for further instructions. They were not long coming. "Oral stimulation." the voice boomed out from the speakers placed around the walls. The red head dropped to her knees and gently moved the thighs of her opponent apart, exposing the end of the vibrator still working in the woman's body. She smelt the female's arousal, and as she pushed her tongue upward until it made contact with the labia, she could taste the juices pouring from the Knight's gaping vagina. She worked well, her tongue and mouth lapping and sucking alongside the vibrator. Taking the clitoris between her teeth she very gently stimulated it with soft nibbling actions. Above her she heard a loud gasp and her head was suddenly gripped by two strong hands and urgently pulled into the sopping loins. She sucked more urgently on the clitoris feeling it lengthen in her mouth and she felt also the trembling of the thighs become more violent and uncontrolled. Her head was now pushed hard against the woman's genitals and understanding the urgency the red head became more violent in return. Her teeth and tongue bit and probed, sometimes nipping viciously at the soft skin of the now shaking thighs, sometimes forcing everything she could into the flooding vagina, her lips, tongue and nose. The woman's juices flooded her mouth and filled her nostrils until she felt as one with her previous opponent. The vibrator's constant movement helped bring an end to the woman's torture and with a howl she pulled the red head away from her body, slammed her to the floor on her back and sat heavily on her face. The tall woman was beyond knowing what she was doing. She just ground her loins into the girls working mouth, not caring whether she was causing pain or not. The red haired girl felt her lips swell from the rough handling and she knew they were bruising, but they had been bruised before. Her stimulation of the climaxing woman continued until making a noise between a shriek and a scream as the dam finally broke the woman's heavy body fell forward. The small girl lay there beneath the weight of her opponent's body unable to move, but it was not long before the tall woman regained some measure of control and staggered to her feet trying to pull herself together enough to continue the game. Released, the redhead made her way off the board, and disappeared into the darkness. "No point in that move," said Carl chuckling into his microphone, "one more move and I've got you in checkmate." He looked across the chamber at Juan and saw the man stretch luxuriously. "I know, I know. I just wanted to see how the small girl would perform. Rather well don't you think?" "But we know she would be alright else she would never have reached this stage." Juan smiled to himself. "Unlike yourself Carl, I see no obvious advantage in fighting a lost cause. I'll leave that to heroes. I could see as soon as my piece let me down that the end was inevitable, so I thought I would have a little fun. Something Carl that you should try sometime." "So it's fun you want? Alright my friend I will not checkmate you, instead I will destroy your pieces one by one." Both men enjoyed the exchange. They had known each other for most of their lives and knew each other's habits intimately. It could be said that they were fond of each other, a fondness that was built on complete familiarity and in the knowledge that they had no one else they could rely on in the whole world. "So be it," replied Juan and watched as one of Carl's Rooks bore down on his lone Queen now exposed by the departure of the redhead. He heard the instruction, 'Sodomy,' and saw the Rook extract the vibrator from her rectum letting it dangle between her legs. He now turned to watch the action on the screen and saw his beaten Queen pull the large oil slick dildo from its casing in the floor of the board and strap it around her waist. Longer and thicker than the vibrator and any man he had ever seen, Juan saw the huge weapon of violation jut obscenely from the Queens body. The Rook had already placed herself on her elbows and knees, her head resting in her folded arms and her buttocks raised high in the air. Juan saw his defeated Queen get down on her knees behind the Rook and push the dildo through her anal ring. The Rook gave a little jerk of her buttocks as she felt the intrusion, then settled down again to accept the large dildo as it slid smoothly up into her bowels. The Queen began a smooth thrusting motion slowly raising the Rook's desire until she was pushing backwards with her buttocks to meet each of the Queen's thrusts forward. The act did not last long. The Rook had been on the board for some time but had not been required to play very often and so during her time in the game she had endured only the soft stimulation required for non-moving pieces. But although she was not on the edge of a final climax she was not far away from it either. The Queen moved the large dildo in and out of the gaping anus gaining speed with each inch she progressed into the violated girl's bottom. Both Carl and Juan liked this form of sexual activity. It made the victim look enslaved and vulnerable, but both men had witnessed all types of perversion and depravity in their lives and knew that what satisfied them one moment could completely boor them the next. Further instructions filled the chamber. "Circular movements." The Queen complied and the Rook began climbing to her peak. Juan knew that Carl was having fun watching the effect the circular thrusting had on his Rook, and he knew also that Carl's own self control was vanishing minute by minute. This was the time to tell him. Watching the screen and the Rook's face dissolve and collapse as she reached orgasm he said quietly into the microphone. "We may have to bring the present program forward slightly. There is a demand for some new subjects and we don't have many left on the island." He heard Carl's rasping breath and knew the other man was masturbating as he watched the spectacle below. "H…how much forward?" came the hoarse reply. "Not much, just a couple of weeks." "Alright do what you must. B…but make sure they're all ready when they arrive." Juan smiled, "They will be Carl, they will be," he said. The game all but over and knowing that Carl wanted to take one of the inexperienced girls from the mainland down to the lower rooms, Juan resigned. He saw Carl vanish from his control room and, pushing the red button to signal the end of the game, he too left, entering the elevator through the automatic doors behind him. Juan was pleased. He had what he wanted. He could speed up the processing of the women who had fallen into the hands of the local representatives and satisfy the increase in demand. He whistled quietly as he descended to his living quarters. And tomorrow Carl had challenged him to a game of snakes and ladders. The Chess Game I was over my boyfriend’s house one summer evening. It was balmy outside, and the air conditioning was blasting in his house. The temperature was around ninety outside, so it felt good to be in that cool house. Whenever I go over his house, I always play chess with him, trying to defeat him just once. This evening was no exception. “A game of chess, sweetie?” he asked me tenderly. “Of course, I love playing chess with you, you know that!” I replied, searching for the chess set. He removed it from a drawer and smiled. “White, if I’m correct…?” he said confidently. “Uh huh…” I snickered. I looked slyly at him and lowered my lashes provocatively. “Whaaaaaat?” He said, leaning over to kiss me. I moved away, my blood pulsing faster in my veins. We always kiss more passionately when I don’t let him kiss me and I teased him for a few minutes. I could feel the blood rushing to my nether regions, I was becoming rather moist, and he knew it. I fought him for another minute, before allowing him to kiss me. His soft lips locked onto mine, and our tongues caressed one another. My eyes fluttered closed, and I lay onto his bed, pulling him along with me. He lay on top of me, his erectness pushing into my crotch. I wrapped my legs around his hips, interlocking our sweaty bodies. He let out a groan of approval, loving what I was doing to him, probably wishing we weren’t wearing clothes. I ground into him, trying to sate my body’s wants. His warm lips left mine to kiss my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder, but I wanted his lips on my lips. Pulling his chin up with one finger, our lips melded together once again. I felt like I was going to burst, I was so wet. I wanted him so badly. Almost without realizing it, my fingers danced along his shirt, unbuttoning each of his buttons. No protest from him, so I slid his shirt off, his now bare chest against my thin tank top with the bra built in, concealing my breasts from his view. His hand slid down, into my top, pulling the straps down my arms. I wriggled, and pulled off my top, sliding it down my waist, and down my jean covered legs. The fabric puddled onto the floor. We didn’t notice. I unbuttoned and unzipped my almost skintight jeans, kicking them off somewhere near my shirt. His pants soon followed. I shivered with anticipation when his hands slid over my breasts, and down my belly. I nearly cried with disappointment when his hands slid down my legs. He smiled quirkily at me. “What do you have up your sleeve?” I panted. He winked. “…Nothing…” “Li-” I began to say liar, but his lips clamped on mine, cutting me off. His finger slid up and down my thong-covered pussy, teasing me. I wriggled, hoping his finger would slip into my panties and into my wetness. Becoming explorative myself, I stuck my hand into his boxers. He gasped slightly, not expecting me to do that. My hand began to slide up and down his shaft, marveling at how smooth, thick and long it was. My fingers touched its tip, and I could feel dampness on my fingers from his pre-cum. Wanting to see how beautiful he was, I tugged on his boxers, freeing his penis from it’s confines. The boxers, too, landed in the premises of all our other clothes. Not to be outdone, he flipped me over, watching as I sat on his legs, toying with his erect dick. I, however, had another plan. In one swift move, I turned around so I was facing his toes instead of his head. I giggled merrily. “Whatcha doin’?” He asked, when I turned my head to watch his reaction. “You’ll see…” I said very mysteriously. He didn’t have to wait long before he discovered my plan. I slid down his body a little, so I was sitting on his tummy. I poked his belly button. “Belly button!” I exclaimed happily. Mmmm… I love his stomach, flat, smooth, and yummy. His hands rested on my butt, playing with my pink thong. I smiled. He would like what was going to happen next. I lowered my head, pursing my lips. I gently kissed his throbbing erection. My pink tongue darted out, licking off the pre-cum from my lips and the head. I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. Yep, he liked it. Becoming braver, I opened my full lips and began to suck on my prize. He tasted sweet like candy. My head bobbed up and down on him, a grin forming on my extended lips. He wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled my lower half down more to his chest. He slipped off my panties, one finger “accidentally” slipping into my pussy. This time, I was the one to breathe sharply. I could feel his warm breath on my hot, lubricated vagina. My breath becoming more labored, I still sucked on my lollipop gently. The lids of my eyes closed. I concentrated on my breathing, hearing his breaths and mine, blending into one. Suddenly, I felt a warm, wet something teased open the folds of my pussy. A ball of hotness formed inside me, exploding into a small orgasm. It felt so good. He kept up relentlessly tonguing my pussy, to my ecstasy. I moved my tongue in circles, finding all his sensitive spots, my hands roaming around his scrotum, finding other buttons to push on my beloved. He let out a small moan, and he throbbed and ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed greedily. It tasted a lot like salt water. I love salt water. He still stayed erect, even though he had just orgasmed. I love his stamina. He kept licking me, even though I had already had multiple orgasms. In fact, at least once a minute I had a small orgasm. Finally, I was pretty tired, and I told him to stop. “Mmm…sweetie that was wonderful, but stop now…it takes a lot of energy for both of us!” I said lovingly. “Of course…” He stopped, and I got off of him, and laid down next to him, snuggling. “I love you.” We said at the same time. I smiled. He caressed my hair, and I rubbed his shoulders. We fell asleep, naked on his bed, exhausted but happy. I guess we’ll have to attempt playing real chess another time. The Chess Game I called my best friend and told him I was tired of playing on line chess together all night and that I’d pay for the pizza if he came over and played in person for once. He agreed and said he’d bring the wine. You can take the boy out of California but you can’t take the California out of the boy. One of these days I was also going to have to admit that I didn’t like sushi. I took a shower and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in case he decided to crash for the night like he often did. He was the closest thing I had to a man in my life and I really didn’t mind having someone to cuddle with in bed once in a while. We both had serious commitment issues from past relationships and the situation worked for us. He came over and I ordered the pizza. We set up the chess set as we waited for the pizza. There was something to be said about a man who liked the same things you did on a pizza. Maybe those people who believed in fate were on to something. Finding someone who likes the same stuff on a pizza as you do is like finding an honest Enron executive or a pit bull that doesn’t bite. It’s a rare thing that should be not be taken for granted. With the chess set at one end of my coffee table and the pizza box and our wine on the other, we began to play and eat. I made it 15 moves before he started taking all my pieces off the board. He was a much better player than I was and I don’t think I ever won a game to him. It wasn’t about winning or losing. It was about spending time with him and just having fun together. He taught me how to play as we went and we just enjoyed playing together. After loosing 2 games to him and feeling really relaxed from the wine, I suggested we play strip chess. He looked at me and laughed. “You’re gonna get cold,” he said, “because you always loose.” He smiled and I laughed at him and said, “Ok.” We set up the board and agreed that whenever our opponent took away any of the back row pieces, we had to give them an article of clothing. I was suddenly wishing we lived in Antarctica and dressed for the occasion. We played, and as usual, I wound up taking off both my slippers and a sock to his sneaker. We played some more and I was down to my sports bra and my shorts. Capturing both his knights let me to getting him shirtless and I realized just how sexy he really was. I guess my nipples reacted to the thoughts of him naked in my bed because he tried insisting that we stop because I was cold. I couldn’t argue with him without telling him what I was thinking so I insisted it was the last game. A captured rook cost me my sports bra and he commented that he didn’t realize how much I stuffed into my bras and that I had a great rack. I laughed and kept loosing to him. By the time he got me in check, I was sitting there in an adorable little flowered cotton thong with him staring at me and smiling. I got up and went to the kitchen for a second bottle of wine. As I stood by the open fridge, freezing my ass off, I might add, he came up behind me and traced the outline of my skimpy underwear with his finger. His touch felt wonderful on my skin. “Mmmmm. That feels good.” I said. His other hand went up to my breasts and he began to play with my nipple. I asked him if there was something he wanted and he just laughed at me. He kissed me gently on the lips then moved his hand from my breast to the triangle of my thong. With one arm around my waist and the other one exploring the folds of my panties, I couldn’t go anywhere even if it crossed my mind. Desire built up in me as his exploring finger found the folds of my pussy lips and discovered the island lost to most males known as the clit. We were both slightly drunk and I probably should have stopped him but it felt so good and I wanted him. He kissed me hard on the lips then slid his tongue into my shocked mouth. I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and found him defiantly in the mood to play. I stroked him as best as the confines of his shorts would allow and once I knew there was no turning back, I gently pulled him to the bedroom. He staggered as he followed me. Like he had a choice. I laughed as I pushed him down on my bed. He laughed and helped me get his shorts off. He was as hard as nails and it was an impressive site. He always bragged about it but I thought he was just your average male who exaggerated his size. I traced his head and shaft with my tongue and he started to pray to God as I swallowed him whole. He tasted of Irish Spring soap and a slight hint of sweat. He smelled the way a man should smell, strong, yet fresh. I bobbed on him and he grabbed the bed sheets as I sucked on him harder. The harder I sucked on him, the more he grabbed at the bed and I enjoyed seeing him loose control this way. I gently grazed his balls with the tops of my long nails. He shuddered as I sucked on the sides of his shaft just under the head and rolled his balls in my soft warm hand. I could feel them tighten up so I took him back in my mouth and sucked him hard and fast until he rewarded me with his hot cum. “Please baby don’t stop.” He begged as my soft lips slid up and down his long shaft. I hummed as I built up speed. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer as his balls got rock hard and he moaned louder and mentioned God more than once. By the time I was done with him, I wanted him to be a religious man. “I’m gon-na cahhhummmmm.” He panted out as I felt the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed wave after wave of cum as I licked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue and rubbed a finger back and forth between his ass and his ball sack. “Oh my god, stop, you’re killing me.” He begged out of breath. He went semi-soft in my mouth and I let go of him. I looked at him and made eye contact then licked a few drops of cum from my lips. I laughed as his half-mast dick waved at me with a final convulsion of cum. I licked it off his belly and enjoyed the fact that I gave him such pleasure that his chest was still heaving from the act. I got up off my knees and walked around the bed to my dresser. He asked me what I was doing and I told him that he’d see. I lit some candles around the room and turned the dimmer switch on my bedroom light. I turned on the stereo to some classical music and removed some things from a drawer. I sat on the bed across from him and grabbed a pillow for my back. I leaned on the pillow against the foot post of the bed and laid out the items I took out of my drawer. I had some lube, anal beads and my favorite vibrators. I took the lube and poured some out onto the palm of my hand. I rubbed it in my already wet pussy and especially on my asshole. He reached out to touch me and I smacked his hand and told him he was a bad boy and if he wanted more fun later, he had to watch but not touch. He groaned but took his hand back. I rubbed the motion lotion until it got warm then I took the pink wand and turned it on. I rubbed my clit with it and felt a tingling feeling through my body. I started to get into it and I could feel myself getting wetter. I grasped the wand with my thighs and rolled on my side with the anal beads in hand. I slowly inserted them, waiting until I got used to each one before proceeding with the next size larger. Soon I was up to 6 beads and bucking against the pink magic wand, which in turn made the beads move back and forth in my ass bringing me closer to a major orgasm. My breathing got quicker with each and every movement against the battery operated toy. I needed release soon. My motions got faster as he got hard again. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I slid the blue dolphin shaped toy in my boiling hot pussy. I bucked like a mad woman as I rammed it in and out of my slick pussy, barely breathing. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I released. I shot out a small stream of cum as he watched, hard as a rock and with a huge smile on his face. He leaned over and pinned my legs to the bed so he could lick my pussy. I was still cumming on his face as he stuck his tongue in my slick hole. I could feel the walls of my pussy try to crush his tongue as he sent me over the edge again between his tongue and a well-placed thumb. He spread my legs a little more apart as he kneeled in front of my opening to his heaven. I tilted my hips up as he guided his key to my heart in my dripping wet pussy. He slid it in little by little and waited for me to get used to his size. He was a lot different than my toy and very much appreciated. His inch-by-inch tactics were killing me and I begged him to fuck me already. He went slowly, in and out, just stopping short of pulling his huge head out. As he slid back in, he’d catch my clit on the upstroke and he was driving me wild. I pressed against him and tried to speed up his thrusting. I met his every stroke and soon both of us were out of breath and ready to cum again. I went first, screaming his name and God’s intermittingly while begging him to fuck my brains out. He began chanting the word “yes” breathlessly and sped up his thrusting. The bed banged against the wall with the rhythm of his strokes and the noise level in the room was enough to wake the dead. He grunted loudly and I could feel him cum inside me like a freight train. Hard, fast and unstoppable. He fell on top of me the rolled over on his side. He kissed me and pulled me into his arms as I waited for the aftershocks of my orgasm to end. We both fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms and awoke up late the next morning. I tried to get out of bed but he pulled me back towards him and said he had something he wanted to show me. I laughed and soon we were in the shower together repeating the night before. The Chess Game (This isn't a true story, but my hubby wants to play chess with me now...heehee) The chess game has simply become an excuse to stay in your company longer. The knight I hold in my hand feels warm where I have been rubbing it... Your father comes in the living room and says he is off to the store and would we like anything? You shake you head and he leaves. The house, which has never been empty of so many people, suddenly seems like a bubble of thick sensual air... You whisper, "checkmate," and the room echoes the sound. The knight in my fingers falls in my lap... I look up into your face. You are watching me with a look I have seen before, but never on you. I kneel up at the coffee table and lean over to you..."'To the victor go the spoils.'", I think. I kiss you on the cheek... You pull me over the coffee table scattering pawns everywhere. Your arms wrapped around my waist feel strong and firm, as if you never meant to let me go. My breath catches slightly as your mouth goes down on mine. All thoughts go out of my mind as your tongue invades my mouth, twisting and sucking at my tongue. Your hands slip in between us and cup my breasts...and then pinch gently at my nipples...I gasp into your mouth and arch into you. Your mouth leaves mine and grazes its way down my neck and throat...you bite at my hard nipples through my shirt and press yourself tight against me...I can feel your dick throbbing on my thigh. I reach down and press your head against my breast, urging you further. You lift your head from my breast and motion that we should continue our fun upstairs. My legs shaking, I follow you up and into your room. Once in your room, you close and lock the door. We stand a few feet from each other. A little shy...a little nervous...my god we have waited so long for this, and now we are unbelievably hot for each other and neither is moving. I part my lips slightly, but you move quickly and cover my mouth with yours. The kiss did it. I move backward towards your bed and lean against the footboard. Our bodies are tight against each other...your hands slid down my back and gently grip my rounded ass. I moan softly as you push us over the board and onto your bed. I wriggle my way up towards the head as you crawl between my knees... my skirt is bunched up at my thighs and you can see a peek of wet, gray and black flowers on my center.... You run your hands up the back of my legs...teasing me...I sit up and pull my shirt off and you mouth my nipples through the satiny bra. They tighten and rise at the velvety feel of your tongue. You run your tongue between my breasts and up my to my ear. Pulling back you tear your clothes off and remove my skirt...I giggle quietly at your sudden impatience. I push you down on your back and start a blood-heating trail of licks and kisses down your body. I use my tongue and catch a nipple in my mouth, sucking and tugging gently with my teeth. At a light flick, I hear your low groan...I lay little kisses across your chest and start the whole process over again. Your hands grip my shoulders tightly and I can feel your arms trying to resist the urge to push my downward toward the hardness I feel against my belly. I leave your tortured nipples and work my way down your belly, nipping lightly as I go. I grip the base of your dick tightly with one hand and cup your balls softly with the other...then I swallow you whole. Your body arches up and pushes deep into my throat. I swirl my tongue around your shaft and tickle the base of your head. My fingers carefully massage your balls, feeling them tighten and relax with the motion of my mouth. I lick at the underside of your dick and as I drag my I can feel your time running out...my tongue probes the tiny hole at the top and gathers the liquid collecting there. I know you are close, but I keep teasing you, sucking powerfully only to taper off to soft licks. My hand gripping the base of your dick tightens a little more to give us more time and I go back to deep-throating you. You let out a loud groan as you shoot your pent up lusts into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow quickly and carefully, not wanting to spill any, but a tiny bubble appears at the corner of my lips. As I sit up and watch you, my tongue flicks out and licks it away. You lay there, with your eyes closed for a few moments. I watch you with a smile on my face...I love the feeling of power I get after making a guy lose control. You open your eyes and with a truly animalistic look on your face you lunge up and at push me flat on my back. You tear off my bra and suckle at my nipples. Your hand slides down my belly slowly, inching toward my soaked thong. Your fingers curl underneath the waistband and seek out my swollen clit. Finding it thus, your head shoots down and, removing my thong, you dive in. I arch my body into your waiting mouth and into heaven. Your tongue sucks and swirls around my clit and I grab at your hair, urging you on. You slip your fingers inside me and probe gently. After a moment you find what you are after and are awarded by my throaty cries of pleasure. I can feel the new life in your dick as it throbs against my calf... I rub it with my leg and hear you groan slightly. You move back up my body and kiss me. I can taste myself on your tongue and am strangely turned on by it. You position yourself between my thighs, and looking into my eyes you slid in. We sigh in unison, and it begins. I wrap my legs around you as you thrust shallowly into my body. I am squirming like a housecat, trying to get you deeper inside me. But you continue to tease me and kiss me deeply. Our tongue dancing a similar dance as our bodies. I suppose you could stand it no longer because you thrust into me sharply, deeply...I cry out into your mouth. You speed up as I tighten my legs around you. I can feel an immense orgasm building inside me and I match your thrusts. I feel my control leaving me and I tumble over the edge of reason and sanity into a blinding orgasm. I feel you slam into me for the final time and shoot your passion deep into me. We collapse, breathing heavily. Downstairs we hear a door slam shut...your father is home and wants us to help with the groceries. Giggling, we dress quickly and throw open your windows...by the time your father got annoyed that we weren’t downstairs, we are playing a video game and the room is aired out. On our way back downstairs, you wrap your arm around my waist and kiss my neck. Nibbling on my ear, you whisper, “Checkmate.”