0 comments/ 18885 views/ 5 favorites Sexual Chess Ch. 01 By: dconrad Note: This follows on from A New Dawn, Making New Connections, A Pub Game and Christmas Treats, but can be read as stand alone. ----------- It had been a fairly normal Saturday night. Normal for me that is - Alex and I had gone round to our neighbours for dinner. I had worn an outrageously tight top that came to just below my ample chest. I wasn't sure but I think I had put on a couple of pounds over Christmas and my boobs were a bit bigger now. I'd worn my tight bra for Alex that morning while we did housework, and it felt tighter than usual, to the point where my nipples kept escaping, much to Alex's pleasure. He had come up behind me as my tits jiggled while I struggled with the nearly defunct hoover. I was so engrossed with my struggles with the hoover that I had forgotten how I was dressed. Both of us find this juxtaposition of the everyday and sexually explicit arousing, but Alex more so. I turned round to ask him if he could get the nozzle to stay attached and he was standing there with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it and with his cheeky pleading expression. From the outset our relationship has been based more on masturbation than sex, so while this would normally be quite offensive, I always found it endearing in Alex. I had come to think of myself as the star in his personal porn collection. I giggled as I looked down at him calmly wanking. "Now, we're not going to get the housework done like that, are we?' I put my hands on my hips in mock exasperation. When Alex is in this mood, and I am dressed like that, there are few actions that don't have an effect on Alex and doing this made my boobs bounce, which caused him to whimper. "Sorry," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if there was nothing he could do about it. "But look" he indicated my nipples which had escaped the confines of the bra, which he had bought me in the knowledge it was two sizes too small. Often he prefers to pleasure himself while watching me but I had the feeling he wanted more now. This suited me as I was horny with anticipation by the time every weekend came around. During the week I was a demure, shy student, and because we shared the house with Paul who didn't know about our relationship or my secret life I had to stay that way all week. By the time Paul left on a Friday night to visit his girlfriend for the weekend, Alex and I had so much pent up sexual excitement that we would spend the night in an orgy of pornography, masturbation and fucking. Then there would be the anticipation of visiting our elderly neighbours, Gladys and Alfred, where I would wear an outrageous outfit and often tell tales of my sexual exploits, although this (rarely) ended in sex. Sometimes Alex and I would fit in some exhibitionist fun on a Sunday and then Paul would return and the build up to next weekend would begin again. But this weekend Paul had waited until Saturday morning to leave, and Alex and I had not yet indulged ourselves. So when he stood in front of me, cock in hand and a hungry expression on his face, I wasn't about to criticise his lack of subtlety. "Hmm," I pondered my nipples. "Do you think my boobs have got bigger?" He didn't reply, simply stroked his member more vigourously. I took his cock in my hand, "do you think they're too big now Alex?" He shook his head dumbly. "Are you sure?" I teased him, rubbing my erect nipples. "Wouldn't you prefer some small-titted girl, rather than these big, heavy melons?" He groaned at this. "I think you're going to have to prove to me you still like my full breasts by taking that hard cock of yours and fucking my large, firm tits, and then sticking it in my very wet pussy and fucking me." I smirked as I said this, I love the teasing gameplay we have. Alex knows it is all ironic and yet it still has this effect on him. I sometimes think I only have to say a word such as 'full', 'ripe' or 'heavy' and he will get an erection. I quickly unclipped my bra, which was a relief, and Alex slipped out of his trousers. I lay on the floor next to the now forgotten hoover, and he positioned himself above me. I smiled up at him, as tit-fucking is a rather ridiculous maneouvre, and doesn't really give much pleasure to the woman. But it's something he enjoys occasionally and I was feeling playful. He grinned back boyishly, and placed his cock between my tits. I moulded my breast flesh around it, like pulling dough around a rolling pin. There was just enough for them to meet over the top of his cock, which felt warm and alive next to my skin. He began to rock back and forwards, the tip of his cock almost disappearing beneath my tits and then emerging again like a slow moving train coming out of a tunnel. The head would then come up to just below my chin. I craned my neck forward and gave it a quick lick every time it came within distance. His balls dragged along my belly as he moved himself up and down. Despite the slight absurdity of the position I found myself increasingly turned on, and slipped a finger inside my knickers. I lifted my bum to slide these halfway down my thighs and slipped a finger inside my pussy. I kept it just inside the lips and stroked it tentatively up and down, teasing myself. We had performed this in silence so far, but I knew Alex would happily carry on like this for hours, so I needed to give him some verbal encouragement. "I think your cock likes my boobs Alex" I said as I gave it an extra long lick. "Perhaps later it would like to cover them in come. But I'm afraid now you are going to have to fuck my very wet pussy with it." So that was how we passed the morning. As I mentioned, for the evening next door I had put on a very skimpy top that stopped just below my nipples, so the bottom third of my breasts was visible. Alex had often told me (with accompanying demonstration) how aroused the sight of the lower half of breasts made him. He said he probably preferred it to a cleavage, but then I think Alex liked all tit views to be honest. I matched this top with a pair of very tight PVC hot pants, that really showed off my arse. When I came down the stairs Alex whistled appreciatively. "Fuck me Dawn, you look so hot. Can we just stay here and fuck?" "Now, now Alex, you know Gladys and Alfred are expecting us." "Old Alfred's gonna have a heart attack when he sees that arse of yours." I slipped my coat on and we went next door. Gladys would always take my coat off in the lounge, with Alfred sitting on the sofa. It was a big reveal, both of them eager to see what I was wearing. In truth this was often the part of the evening I enjoyed the most, seeing their natural reaction. It was always admiring but sometimes I could detect an extra flush of excitement. The whole evening was really geared towards pampering my ego, which I fully acknowledged was quite a hungry beast. I figured it was a fair trade though – Gladys and Alfred got to spice up their love life by having me to bring sex to the fore again, and Alex got to fuck me afterwards when all the attention and flattery had made me horny. Gladys slipped the coat from my shoulders. I made sure I was standing quite near to Alfred so he had a good view of the underside of my breasts. He was looking up, his usual grumpy expression replaced by one of eager anticipation. When the firm globes of my breasts swung into view he did something he hadn't done before – he groaned. It was a groan full of different meanings – lust, appreciation, gratitude and pathos even at my flagrant youth and his advancing years. Gladys was busy looking at my PVC clad bum, but at Alfred's groan she looked up and leant around me from behind to see my tits. "My, my Dawn. You've surpassed yourself. You getting a good view down there Alfred love?" "Oh yes," he grinned, rubbing his hands on his legs. "If you can tear your eyes off her fabulous tits you should check out this lovely bum she's got going on here." She turned me around so my arse was level with Alfred's head. I stuck it out towards him. "What do you think Alfred, are you a tits or an arse man?" I giggled. "Oh, definitely a tits man, although I think I could be swayed." I stood up straight and Gladys stared at me chest. The attention had made my nipples erect, which were prominently visible in my tight top. "Do you know Dawn, I think your boobs are getting bigger." "I know. I said that to Alex this morning, but I didn't get an answer. Instead he got all excited if you know what I mean. I think I've put on a couple of pounds – I'm getting a bit of a belly now." I patted my exposed stomach. Gladys followed suit, giving it a gentle rub, "nonsense love, you're still skinny. I think those pounds have just gone straight to your boobs." This direct contact was unusual, but I didn't mind, especially when she had reassured me about putting on weight. I kissed her on the cheek, "thanks. Shall we have a drink then?" The evening then passed as normal. We had a gin and tonic, then sat down to dinner at the table. After the initial compliments the conversation turned to more mundane matters, although Alfred didn't take his gaze from my tits. I teased him at the table by stretching to serve myself some mash potato, which caused me top to rise up so half my nipple was exposed. The top was working better than I had hoped at giving tantalizing glimpses of my aureola, without ever revealing everything. This was what had Alfred transfixed, the continual promise of exposure. I made a mental note to find other opportunities to wear the top. As usual the arrival of dessert signaled a return to more sexually oriented conversation, as if to discuss it over the main meal would be bad etiquette. And as usual it was Gladys who took the initiative. "It's getting warm again. I expect that'll mean you'll be able to go out in skimpy clothes again and flash those boobs of yours around. I bet you hate winter Dawn." "Yes, although there is something to be said for tight jumpers I've found. I was thinking the same today. Maybe we should head out for a walk next weekend Alex? I could wear something very inappropriate. Maybe even this outfit – what do you think Alfred?" "I think if you went for a walk in that you'd get more than admiring glances." "Hmm, that might be nice. It's been a long time since I've had one of my encounters. Probably because it's been winter as you say Gladys. Apart from Alex's lovely attention the last cock I had was yours Alfred, and that was before Christmas." He blushed at this. We hadn't mentioned the sex session that had taken place at the Christmas meal, and it hadn't been repeated since then. This didn't displease me, I didn't want it to be a regular thing, the teasing was more fun. I think Gladys was happy with it being a one off also. I thought I had made a faux pas mentioning it as the conversation died immediately. Then came a quick succession of knocks at the door. Without waiting for a response we heard the front door and then the lounge door opened. Vic bowled in, grinning cockily. "Hello there," he said, his attention immediately fixing on me. A lewd, lopsided smile accompanied his greeting. He stood beside me and looked me up and down. "Fucking hell Dawn, look at how horny you are. How can you sit there Alfred and not be fucking her?" He was so blunt and direct, his presence immediately dispelled the careful erotic tension that had been built during the evening. But I had to say I found him exciting. As soon as he came in I felt a flush, remembering the group sex I had had with him in a pub. Alfred and Gladys blushed at being caught so publicly with me in these clothes. I was watching them look down at the table when I gasped – Vic had lifted up my top and was groping my left breast. He scooped it up in his hand and mauled the nipple between his rough fingers. He held the whole breast in his large hand, running his thumb round my nipple. To my dismay I did nothing to stop him and to my surprise I found it tremendously arousing. The contrast with Alfred, and Alex even, could not be more obvious. Whereas Alfred had spent two hours trying to catch a glimpse of my nipple, within a minute Vic had it in his hand. Gladys and Alfred stared in dumb disbelief as he calmly groped my exposed breast. I felt powerless to stop him, and even if I wasn't the flood of juices in my pussy was an indication that I didn't want him to stop. Alex sat there grinning in admiration at Vic's audacity. "God, these are the best tits I've ever had. Did she tell you about our little game of rummy in the pub?" Alfred nodded mutely, still staring at the nipple inbetween Vic's finger and thumb, and, I knew, regretting it wasn't his hand there. "I'm going to have to fuck you again Dawn, not as rushed next time. But as much as I'd like to stand here playing with your tits all evening, I have to go. The missus is waiting in the car outside." He turned his attention to Alfred, but continued to fondle my breasts, now lifting up the other side of the top and working on my right nipple. "The reason I came round was to ask if you wanted to come to the City game next Saturday Alfred. I've got two tickets but Gary has dropped out." "I.. I.. I can't" Alfred mumbled. "Gotta see my sister that day." "Oh shame, hate to see a ticket go to waste." Before I knew what I was doing I piped up, "I'll go." I looked up at Vic for the first time. His hand was still holding my boob, but he stopped caressing it. "I've never been to a game before." A lascivious grin spread across his face, it was obvious what he was thinking. And who could blame him? I was letting him fondle my tits in front of everyone, if I was alone with him the fuck he had mentioned seemed like an inevitability. "No funny business though," I added without much conviction. It's hard to convince a man there will be no funny business when he spent the last two minutes groping your tits without any protest. "Sure," he said slyly. "No funny business. Okay, I'll pick you up at two. And wear something sexy." The sound of a car horn outside caused him to remove his hand from my breast. "Better go," he said, "See you Gladys, Alfred. And Dawn I'll see you and these two next week." With that he leant down and kissed both my nipples. He left abruptly, his absence from the room made it seem suddenly small. He had left both my boobs exposed, and they were red from his mauling and my excitement. I made no move to cover them again. I was very aroused by now and I squirmed in my seat as all attention focused on me again. "Are you sure Dawn? You know what he's like." Gladys addressed this to my heaving chest. I felt slightly ashamed now he had left, both because I had let him treat me like that, but also because it was obvious I was very stimulated by it. "Yes," I said indignantly. "I'm not a little girl." She had hurt my pride with the insinuation that I was no match for Vic. In truth it was a reaction to my own guilt at being so malleable. "I meant it when I said no funny stuff. I just want to see a football game. I'm not going to fuck him, despite what he thinks." Alex snorted derisively, "well, you did just let him grope your tits for five minutes. And by the look on your nipples I'm guessing you enjoyed it. Of course you're going to fuck him." He didn't say this with any jealousy, in fact he was smiling chirpily as he said it. He liked the idea of Vic (or anyone) fucking me, he just wanted me to be honest. The more they suggested I was powerless though the more I wanted to protest. "I let him grope my tits because I thought it would give you lot a thrill that's all. I'm sorry if it's upset you," I was being childish now. I tugged my top down over my inflamed breasts. Whereas before it had ended just below my nipples now it wouldn't cover them, so even when I wanted to cover up and take attention away from them I only succeeded in attracting more focus as the top now neatly bisected each nipple, leaving the bottom half perfectly visible. If it is difficult to convince a man you won't put up with any funny business when he has your naked breast in his hand, it is impossible to look indignant when you have two hard nipples pointing at your interlocutors. "Promise me then that you'll pop in and see me after the game then Dawn, just to make sure you're okay. I'll tell Vic that I'm expecting you so he doesn't get any funny ideas." "Okay, I promise," I said huffily. Actually I was a bit annoyed since I was intrigued by what Vic's 'funny ideas' might be, but having made such a protest I could hardly refuse Gladys' offer. The evening didn't recover from that and we left soon after. Back in our house Alex asked, "what was that all about Dawn? Why did you get so uptight? It was only a bit of fun. Admit it, you weren't letting him grope your tits for our benefit were you?" I went to react angrily again and then laughed. "No, it wasn't for your benefit. I must admit I find him strangely alluring. It's his directness I think, it stimulates me, but I kind of felt a bit ashamed as well, like I was a powerless little girl. Sorry." "Don't worry about it. I loved it too, the way he came in and just started mauling your tits. I thought he was just going to lift you on the table and fuck you right in front of us." "I know. To be honest I was hoping he would. As soon as he came in I got all moist. Strange isn't it? He's not attractive, he's crass, old and uncouth and there's me, young, sexy and intelligent and yet I feel a bit powerless when he's around." "So you think you will fuck him next Saturday?" "Well, I hadn't thought about it, but my guess is if he tried it on, I wouldn't find it in me to say no. The only trouble is I've promised Gladys we'll go and see her so she can save me. Never mind, we'll see what happens." Now I had recovered my humour I had also found my arousal again. I sidled up to Alex and pressed myself against him. "So did you like seeing him lift my top up and maul my tits in his rough hands?" I whispered in his ear. His hands went immediately to my tits and repeated the actions of Vic. "God yes," he moaned. "And would you have liked to have seen him lift me up, strip off my tight shorts and stick his thick cock in me right there in front of you?" He quickly tugged my shorts off and laid me on the floor, "yes, I wanted to see him fuck you." I unzipped his fly and released his cock which was dripping with precum. "Fuck me Alex, that dirty old man got me all turned on fondling my tits in front of everyone. Now I need a fuck." Alex wasted no time and as he laid me on the carpet I imagined Vic's firm hands mauling my body. I closed my eyes as an orgasm swept over me and Alex continued to pound in to me. I was already looking forward to next Saturday. Sexual Chess Ch. 02 All week I had been thinking about the football game on Saturday, and how the day would pan out with Vic. I had also been considering my own reaction to him. Why had I let him expose and fondle my breasts, or have sex with me in the pub? Well, the obvious answer was because I enjoyed it. But why did I enjoy it, and why did I get a thrill out of being compliant to him? I wouldn't say it was a dominant/submissive thing, that isn't my bag at all. Rather it felt like a game, each of us circling each other with levels of control. In the game context I could see why I liked Vic, he obviously enjoyed sex for what it was and didn't try and make it in to something more serious, but more importantly he seemed to sense what it was I found appealing in the adventures I had. In addition I obviously had something for older men. This came as rather a surprise to me, prior to my sexual awakening in Europe the previous summer I had never really thought of older men as sexually attractive. In truth I don't think it was that I found them more attractive than younger men, but rather they tended to understand and suit the needs of the sexual narratives I wanted to create. However, I found Vic uncouth and crass, part of which was his appeal, but it also lacked some of the subtlety I liked in men. As part of the game we were locked in to I knew it was a mistake to let him become too confident in his abilities, because this would wreck the teasing dynamics we both appreciated. I was therefore in something of a dilemma about the coming Saturday. I wanted absolutely nothing (of a sexual nature) to happen, because that would confound him and win me a victory in our sexual chess match. But I also knew that these opportunities were difficult to realise and you had to grasp them when you could. I would feel disappointed if the day passed without event. Saturday came and I was so absorbed by it that I didn't engage in any of the usual antics with Alex, to his chagrin. He was too timid to mention it though so he sulked around the house while I considered what to wear. Vic had said to wear something sexy, but I thought this would be too immediate a concession, so I had opted for a ribbed vest top and jeans. The top was tight and the ribs accentuated my curves. I wore a push up bra, so in normal circumstances it would be considered quite sexy, but I knew it wasn't what Vic had meant. He had wanted me to wear something like one of the outfits I regularly paraded around in Gladys' house. I was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea and chewing my nails like a nervous teenager waiting for their first date. I jumped when there was a knock and the door, and got up too eagerly. I could see Alex taking all this in. I tried to recover my nonchalance and walked slowly to the door. "Hi," I drawled, hoping my excitement didn't show when I opened it to find Vic there, looking dishevelled as usual. He didn't respond, just looked me up and down, appraising my attire. "Tsk, tsk Dawn. Now I like the look of your tits in that top, but come on, I said wear something sexy. Jeans won't do, even if you do have a fantastic arse in those. Now pop your hot body upstairs and get on a nice short skirt so we can see those lovely legs of yours. And while you're at it, take off that bra. It may give great shape to your tits, but they are so firm you don't need it, and you know I love seeing your big melons bouncing as we walk." And that was it, my resolve was faltering already. I was once again simultaneously angered and aroused by his bluntness. He hadn't even bothered with a hello, just launched straight in to talking about my breasts. "Why?" I queried, putting up a token resistance. "We're going to a football game." "Because I want other blokes to see me with a sexy young bird who they all want to fuck. And also because you'll enjoy it." I sighed, "okay, but only because it's quite warm out. Still no funny stuff." As I ran up the stairs he called out, "make sure it's a short skirt, otherwise I'll make you wear that top you had on Saturday." He noticed Alex peering out of the lounge at this point. "Hiya," he said. "What do you think, reckon I'll fuck her today?" This was said loudly, obviously for my benefit. I stopped opening drawers to hear Alex's response, which was mumbled, but still audible. "I think so, she hasn't had one since last Saturday, so I think she's pretty horny. She's been pretty excited about today." Vic chuckled knowingly. "Hmm, well thanks for not fucking her this morning, and keeping her horny." I must confess there is a part of me that would have been happy to listen to them talking about me all day, but I decided it was time to get out. I rejected a lingerie skirt that only came halfway down my buttocks, and a swimming suit skirt that barely covered my arse, as too obvious and inappropriate. I opted for a checked, pleated skirt that came to the top of my thigh. I was just about to come down the stairs when I remembered Vic's request (I liked to pretend it wasn't an instruction) about my bra, so I quickly pulled my top off, unclipped the bra and tossed it on the bed. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror before I left. My semi-erect nipples could poked between the ribs of the top, and at the side the underside of my breast could just be glimpsed. The top stopped just above the thick waistband of my skirt, so a strip of my belly flesh was visible. I had some trainers on, and my legs looked long and shapely. Not that I needed any additional ego-boosting, but I knew I looked sexy and Vic was right about what the other men would be thinking. I skipped down the stairs, my boobs bouncing rhythmically but not excessively so as the top offered some support. "That's better," Vic said. "I can see those lovely nipples of yours now calling out for attention." I raised my eyes to heaven in mock dismay. "You are incorrigible Vic. Let's see if we can go ten minutes without talking about my tits." "Okay," he grinned. "Is there any chance of you leaving your knickers behind with your bra? I love that arse of yours." "Absolutely no chance. And let's see if we can ten minutes without talking about my tits, arse or pussy." "Why?" he joked, "what else is as interesting?" "Come on, let's go, you taking me for a drink first?" "Yes, we'll get a couple in at the Griffin." He guided me to the door, his hand on my arse. I lifted it up to my waist and we called goodbye to Alex, who looked forlorn. I knew this wasn't through jealousy, but just because he was missing out on what might happen and he at least liked to see it. I knew that in a few minutes though he'd be absorbed in his porn collection and perfectly content. We talked about the game as we walked. I had never been to a match before, and in truth wasn't that interested in football, but I thought a big game would be enjoyable. Birmingham City were playing Cardiff and we had tickets in the Kop, which Vic informed me was where all the 'true' fans stood. I hadn't appreciated we would be standing and began to feel nervous about crowds and hooligans. Vic detected my anxiety and put a protective arm around me, "don't worry love, there are a few nutters but most of the trouble happens away from the ground. And they'd never hurt a lovely girl like you. Besides, you're with me, what could happen?" I smirked, "well, I remember the last time I was with you and plenty happened then." He guffawed, "it certainly did. Am I allowed to talk about your tits now?" I sighed, "go on then." "I have to say, from the first time I saw you at Alfred's I knew you were the sort who was up for it." "Well, given what I was wearing that wasn't difficult to guess." "Yes, obviously you were sitting there with your big tits bursting out of that shirt, but more than that I could see a glint in your eye. See, I've spent my life trying to find women like you. I only ever really found one." "The barmaid at that wedding?" I said, referring to a story Alfred had told us. "No, not her, although she had great big milky tits. No, I've had plenty of girls like her who you just need to put the hours in with. No, I mean a smart, sexy woman who really enjoys sex. I could see you were that type straight away." "Don't go thinking you know me," I warned him. He took it as a challenge. "No, then let's see. My guess is you're from a quiet place, always led a sheltered life and this is you're form of rebellion and expression. I reckon you have surprised yourself at how much you enjoy it and what you are willing to do, and occasionally have moments of doubt about whether it's normal. You like exhibitionism and you like to be appreciated. You're not particularly in to kinky sex. For you, the lead up is as important as the sex. If I'd said to you 'let's fuck' when I knocked on your door you would have told me to get lost, but you liked the idea of being told to wear something sexy. "You probably quite like women as well. By the way, I would love to see you with another woman. You're not in to a steady relationship, since you think it conflicts with the lifestyle you're enjoying, but you're worried that this might mean you have to choose between one or the other as you get older." He stopped and looked at me triumphantly. I was astonished, both by the clarity of his insights and also the intelligence he had brought to bear on it. "Well," I started to protest, then I held my hand up laughing, "okay, you've got me absolutely dead right." In that moment I felt completely relaxed with him. I had resolved the dilemma I felt about him. He was my new sex mentor. In the summer I had met a few of these: Antonia, Abbi, all of them had helped me discover truths about myself and ways of enjoying my new found powers. But since the summer it had been me who had been the lead – with Alex, Gladys, Paula it had been down to me to initiate events. The only unexpected one had been the session with Vic in the pub. And that is what I had missed – the element of surprise and unpredictability when someone else is taking the lead. So it wasn't that I was being submissive, but rather it was a relief to let someone be creative. As soon as I thought of him as a mentor in the line of the others, albeit a more edgy one, I knew that I was safe with him and I should relax and enjoy it. "Well done," I said. "How did you know all that?" He chuckled again. "Some of it was guesswork, but I told you I've always been interested in women. The only other one I met like you was a lecturer at the University during the seventies. She was a feminist but she loved sex. Actually she loved wanking men off, I think it made her feel in control. She was never as happy as when she had a cock, or two, in her hand. The fun we used to get up to." "I'd love to hear about it one day," I said honestly. "You were right about me worrying about having a serious relationship and carrying on with my adventures. Doesn't it bother you being married?" He coughed, "well, obviously the wife doesn't know about my little bits of fun. She's not that sort. But I don't feel guilty, the way I see it is we confuse marriage and sex. I love Edna, we're great friends, but I just happen to need and enjoy sex. Some blokes don't, I think of it as my hobby, like playing golf." "I don't think she'd see it that way." "No, no, but there you go, got to find a way somehow. Anyway, back on the subject of your tits. That was some outfit you were wearing last weekend. As soon as I saw it I had to have those tits in my hands." "Yes, I noticed." "Tell me, do Alfred and Gladys ever fuck you? It was all I could manage not to get my cock out and fuck you right there and then." "I thought you were going to, and so did Alex." "Well, Edna was waiting. Why, would you have let me?" The answer was a resounding yes, but I wasn't going to concede that to him this early on. "Ah, you'll never know now will you?" I teased. "Damn!" he said punching his fist in to his hand. "I bet I could have. You didn't seem to mind me playing with your tits. Still, I'll get another chance." "Cor, you're sure of yourself aren't you? Why would I fuck an old man like you?" "Because I know what makes you tick. Like in the pub I can create the situations you crave. I'll tell you what, I'll make you a bet." "Oh, what's that?" "I bet I can fuck you today. If I don't I'll take you out shopping next Saturday and you can buy all the clothes you want. If I do then next Saturday you spend with me doing what I want. The wife's away so we could have a lot of fun." I was again shocked by his directness. I wasn't that bothered about buying clothes, but I figured it was such an easy bet to win, I may as well take it. "It has to be consensual sex, no drugging me or tying me up." He looked genuinely affronted, "Dawn, you don't know me at all if you think I'd do that. Absolutely consensual. In fact I bet you will ask me to fuck you." "Well that's not going to happen, so you're on. But just to check, if for some freak reason I was to lose, then when you say I have to spend next Saturday doing what you want, you don't have anything freaky in mind do you?" He held up his hands in a protestation of innocence. "Dawn, I'm not going to do anything that you don't want to do, and certainly not put you in danger or anything. I reckon you'd enjoy it as much as I would anyway. I told you, I know what makes you tick. So, we're on then?" The image of Gladys warning me to be careful of him came to my mind, as it had done last week this maternal advice irritated me. It was much to confound that expectation of me as to show Vic that I was the victor in our game that I held out my hand and shook his, "you're on. Silly really, now I definitely won't fuck you, whereas before..." "Ah, we'll see," he said with a glint in his eye. I wondered why he was so confident. He must have something planned, some assault on my resistance, but I was confident I could resist it. I was intrigued to find out what it was. We were at the Griffin pub now, which was heaving with men all wearing the blue football shirts of Birmingham. I drew a lot of admiring glances and comments, but nothing threatening. If anything I think they were all focused on the football and found the presence of a sexy girl something of an unwanted distraction. I stood near the back while Vic pressed his way through the crowd to get some drinks. A group of six men, most of them sporting beer bellies stood next to me and began to eye me up. I felt a bit uncomfortable without anyone else there. I wished I hadn't taken my bra off as they were making comments about my nipples now. I was glad I had refused Vic's request to eschew knickers though. One of them turned to me and fixing his gaze on my breasts asked "hiya pet, you here alone?" At that point Vic emerged from the crowd clutching our drinks and I pointed at him, "no, I'm with him." The bloke backed away, "oh, with your dad is it, sorry love." I chuckled at the description of Vic. "You allright?" he enquired with genuine concern. "Yes, fine," I said taking my pint from him and drinking thirstily. "You never answered my question," he was speaking directly in to my ear in order to be heard above the music and chatter. "About Vic and Gladys. Have they fucked you?" "Well I shouldn't really say," I tried to be diplomatic. "Go on, you know I'll get it out of you anyway, and you want to tell me, so may as well tell me now." He was right about this. "Well, you mustn't say anything to them, but yes they did once. It was at the Christmas dinner. I was wearing a very sexy corset and things got a bit out of hand." "So Vic fucked you?" "Mmhmm." "What did Gladys think? Did she mind?" "No, I don't think so. It was like a Christmas gift really. I don't think she'd like it to happen again though. They like looking at me mainly." "I've always had a thing for Gladys. I think she had the potential to be like you, she had that look about her. But it never happened, kids came along and the moment passed. I'd still love to fuck her though. I nearly did once." "She said you used to come on to her." "Well, I did, but she liked it well enough. One night we'd all been out and we went back to their place. Edna had fallen asleep on the sofa and Alfred went upstairs to bed. We were chatting and I started undoing her blouse. She didn't stop me, just watched my hand. I had my hand inside her blouse, and was feeling one of her full tits. I was just about to slip my hand inside the bra. I reckon she has got big old nipples. Then we heard Alfred on the stairs, he was coming downstairs for a drink of water. Gladys did up her top and said goodnight. I never got an opportunity again after that. "Sounds like a lucky escape for Gladys. She's obviously happy with Alfred." "Of course she is, and he's happy with her. But he still fucked you didn't he?" "True, but you're his friend." "Listen, if you ever get the chance to set me up for a session with Gladys, do what you can will you? I reckon she's owed one now Alfred has fucked you." I regretted telling him about that now, as it was ammunition for him. "I certainly won't do any such thing," I said self-righteously. "Hey, don't keep all the fucking for yourself, share it around." I laughed at this, "okay, I'll be a sexual socialist." He patted my arse, which didn't go unnoticed by the group of blokes next to us. "Time to go," he said and we headed off for the game. Sexual Chess Ch. 03 As we approached the ground the crowds increased and my anxiety returned. I saw some families but they all seemed to be going in another entrance. The gates we were queuing at were all full of men. I was being ogled, and as we got nearer the front, I was jostled and pushed as the fans surged through the gates. Nobody deliberately groped me, but I was squashed between men on all sides, and the air throbbed with testosterone. Once we were through the gate the crush eased a bit. Vic took my hand and led me up some steps on to the terrace. We found a position in the middle, which didn't seem too crowded. However, we had arrived early and over the next fifteen minutes more and more people arrived until we were packed in. I felt quite claustrophobic, particularly when the team came out and the crowd surged forward a few feet. I was carried along with it, my feet leaving the ground. The game kicked off and I tried to acclimatise to the smell of sweat, beer and pies that surrounded me. I couldn't really see a lot, I kept glimpsing snippets of the action between people's heads. Every now and then something exciting would happen and there would be another mini-surge. I realised that we were near the most densely packed area, and asked Vic if we could move back a bit, but he shook his head. I sighed and tried to enjoy the game, but I was struggling to see what the fuss was all about. I couldn't understand why people would want to put themselves through this every week. But then I began to think about the conversation I'd had with Vic on the way here. I recalled the way he'd talked about fucking me and the way he'd made me change clothes before coming out. I suddenly became conscious of all the male flesh pressed against me and the primal nature of the crowd. Before I could stop myself I was aroused and once you become conscious of it, then it becomes even more difficult to stop. I could feel a thigh pressed against mine, an arm squashed against my breasts. I squirmed as I became more excited. I told myself to stop it, I was being ridiculous and I think it would have passed, but just at that moment I felt a hand placed firmly on my arse. There had been some accidental, or maybe not so accidental, contact before, but this was blatant. It rested on my right buttock and gave it a long squeeze. His timing was immaculate – a couple of minutes earlier and I would have just pushed it away, and a couple of minutes later I would have overcome my sexual flush. But it arrived just as I was preoccupied by thoughts of sex and my state was very receptive. The hand stayed there. I didn't react instead I whispered in Vic's ear, "someone's got his hand on my arse. I can't turn round and look, can you see who it is?" He looked back casually, pretending to scratch his neck. "I'm not sure. There's one guy with a beard, about forty, or another one in his twenties. Could be either of them. Is it still there?" "Yes," I replied hoarsely. "He's really groping my arse now." "Do you want to move?" Vic looked at me directly after he had asked this. He presented it more as a challenge. And he knew I was not good at resisting a challenge. "No. Let him have a bit of fun." "Push your arse back on to his hand. Let him know you're enjoying it." I didn't even bother to dispute the claim that I was enjoying it. Instead I sucked my tummy in and thrust my bum back on to the hungry hand. It stopped it's squeezing of alternate buttocks in momentary shock and then responded by lifting my skirt and placing itself on my panties. "What's he doing now?" Vic asked. "He's got my skirt up and he's running his finger along the leg of my knickers." "Give him more encouragement," Vic instructed. I did so by moving my arse side to side, so his hand ran along it. Again there was an immediate response, his hand went up and inside my knickers, so it was now groping my naked flesh. "He's got his hand inside my knickers," I informed Vic. "Do you think anyone can see?" "No," he reassured me, "they're too busy watching the game." The hand was busy kneading my bum cheeks, but it was restricted by the tightness of my knickers. I knew what was coming next and with a quick jerk, he levered my knickers down so they were below my buttocks. He now had free reign to fondle my arse which he did with both hands. "He's tugged my knickers down," I told Vic. "All the way down?" "No, just to below my bum." "Help him take them all the way off." I made to protest, but almost as if to betray my true desires, my hand was already making a quick pull at the front. My seducer detected what I was doing and did the same at the back. We got my knickers down to my knees and then with a little shimmy I got them to drop to the ground. I tried to hook them up with my feet, but Vic stopped me and said "leave them there. Now open your legs a bit for him." By this time I didn't need Vic's directions, I knew what was coming next and wasn't going to stop it. I opened my feet apart about a foot. The man behind me needed no further encouragement and I felt a finger slid along my pussy lips and slip inside. I shuddered as he did so. He started to work it in and out slowly. I was trembling with excitement, being pressed in amongst all these men, while someone secretly worked on my pussy. I was scared of being detected but also very stimulated by the danger of it all. "Is he fingering you?" Vic asked. "Mmhmm," I replied, biting my lip. I was scared to say anything in case I moaned or spoke too loudly. "Is it good?" I just nodded vigourously. It was good as well, I had opened my legs a bit more and he now had two fingers in. I was rocking back on these when I bumped the guy next to me. He looked at me confrontationally, and noticed my flushed features. Then he looked down and saw what was happening. He gave me a knowing smile and nudged the guy next to him. They both now watched with amusement as the fingers in me increased their rhythm. I couldn't stand it much longer, the physical stimulation, the crowd, the observers and the thrill of it were combining now to send me over the top. I knew I wouldn't be able to indulge this orgasm, I'd have to fight against it otherwise I'd be calling out obscenities in the middle of the crowd. And then it came upon me, the fingers had finally found their way up to my clit and as soon as they touched it I started to come. I bit down on my lip and whimpered. Luckily there was some excitement on the pitch and so I wasn't heard. I thought it had passed but a jolt went through my body as if by thwarting it the energy needed to find a different route. I arched upright and gripped the arms of Vic on one side and one of my observers on the other. "Shit!" I gasped. The fingers withdrew quickly and I turned around to see who they belonged to, but all I saw was the long black hair of a man making his way through the crowd. I realised I was still gripping the arm of the man next to me. He coughed politely, and I looked down at my hand. "Oh, sorry," I said. "No worries, I'm Dave and this is Jeff," he said introducing his mate. I shook their hands. Dave was in his mid-twenties and had warm, brown eyes. He wore a look of amusement that seemed perpetual. Jeff was unshaven and a bit gormless, but seemed nice enough. "I'm Dawn and this is Vic." "And who was that?" Dave asked nodding towards the direction of my disappearing friend. "I don't know!" I confessed. "You mean..." he tailed off. "Yep." "Wow, lucky bastard. If I ever tried that I'd get a slap or arrested." "Have you ever tried it then?" I asked putting on my coy look. Having recovered myself I was now feeling rather emboldened by the experience. "Well, no" he admitted. "Well why don't you give it a try? Move round behind me. Jeff you come next to me, you can play this game as well." They both looked at me with incredulity. Then Dave laughed, "yeah, nice one. As if you'd let us. Besides from what I saw, you've just been satisfied." "Well you won't know unless you try will you? What's the worse that can happen? And as for being satisfied, the funny thing is, I seem to be in even more need of help now." This was true, I was amazed at how quickly the post-orgasmic flush had vanished. I think it may have been a result of trying to stifle it, or maybe it was the environment, with all these sweaty men crushed around me, but I was very horny. "Dawn," Vic whispered to me, "are you sure you know what you're doing?" I looked at him in surprise. "You're not jealous are you Vic? Now you know that if it weren't for that silly bet you made me take it would be you getting some action, but I'm afraid you'll have to just watch. Now, help me out and make sure we're not detected." He grinned at me, "Dawn, you never cease to surprise me. I thank the Lord for the day I met you." I turned back to the other two. "So, are you two game or am I going to have to leave and satisfy myself?" They looked at each, shrugged and moved, so Dave was behind me and Jeff on my left. "Okay, pretend I'm just your average sexy girl here, and you want to try your luck. Jeff your task is to try to expose and fondle my tits, and Dave, your assignment is, like our mystery friend, to get your fingers in my pussy. Now the key is to work in very small increments, don't go barging in. So Jeff, press your upper arm against me, just a little bit more than you would normally." It was difficult to issue these directions without being overheard, so I was continually craning my neck around to Dave and then leaning in to Jeff. I felt a hand on my right thigh, just placed casually. It was Vic, he gave me an encouraging smile, and I returned it with a wink. He couldn't hear what I was saying, but he knew me well enough to guess. Jeff's bicep arm was pressed against my left breast. In normal circumstances it would have been a violation of personal space, but in this crowd personal space had ceased to have any meaning. "Dave, just press your hip against my bum, not your groin area yet." He did as he was told. "There," I said to both of them. "You've established contact, and made me aware of you. I'm not sure if you are being suggestive, but my body is already reacting. I'm getting a little turned on just through this pressure. Now, both of you, see if you can take it a stage further without being too obvious." Dave did very well, he moved sideways, causing brief contact with the erection in his trousers, but then he withdrew so there was no sustained force. As a woman you would have suspected something but it could be accidental. Jeff didn't get it all, and moved his left hand across to grope my breast. I pushed it away. "No, too direct. Try just raising your arm to scratch your face and use your elbow." He followed my directions and quite skilfully managed to caress my boob with his elbow, circling it around the nipple. Admittedly he did it for much too long for it to be accidental, but I wasn't going to admonish him further. Vic's hand had progressed up my thigh also. He wasn't stroking me, just leaving his hand in place, but it was now at the bottom of my skirt. I had contact on three sides now and it was having an effect. I was feeling slightly giddy and my skin was tingling. I knew I was entering a zone where I wouldn't make the most rational decisions. "That's good," I told Dave and Jeff. "Now you have to make it apparent what you are doing, without it being too bold. This is asking the question 'are you interested?' but at the same time giving yourself room to exit without getting arrested. Got it?" Dave responded by putting a hand on my bum, still outside my skirt, and not squeezing, but just announcing its presence. Jeff did better this time, although he was still a bit too obvious. He brought his right arm across in front of him again, but this time casually arranged it behind his left arm, and allowed his fingers to graze the part of my breast where it joins the torso. Although Vic couldn't hear my instructions, he too advanced his hand, so that it was now at the top of my leg, adjacent to my pussy. I shuddered involuntarily at this three way teasing contact. "Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "Even though she hasn't reacted, you can assume she is enjoying it, so you can take it to the next level." Jeff gathered my top in with his fingers, so it ended now just by my nipples. He slid a finger underneath my breast and stroked it lightly. I was pleased with his progress, I thought he would go straight for the grope. Vic slid his hand across so it was now resting on my mound, but he didn't go any further. It was Dave who surprised me. I had expected him to put his hand on my naked arse, but instead he hoisted my skirt up by the waist band so it was now finished halfway down my buttocks and he positioned himself behind me so I could feel his erection in his trousers pressing in to my bum cheeks. At the same time his hands came around the front and he grasped my hip bones and pulled me back on to his boner. "Ooh!" I exclaimed in surprise, at the same time grinding my arse against the hard rod I found nestled between my arse. "I think we should go for the kill now," I croaked. With that Jeff flipped my top over my breasts and fondled my nipple roughly between his fingers. Vic slipped a finger in to my moist slit and wiggled it up and down at the knuckle. Dave withdrew momentarily and then I felt his hand come between my legs and push the thighs apart. The next thing I felt made me gasp – it was Dave's cock head probing between my legs. "He's got his cock out!" I whispered to Vic. "He's trying to fuck me." "Do you want him to?" He asked, his hand now extracted from my pussy, probably through fear of touching Dave's cock. It was now lightly circling my clitoris, and Jeff was still kneading my breast. "Yes, I do." I could hear some muttering around me now. I didn't look around but I could tell by the change in atmosphere that a few people surrounding us had realised what was happening. This should have made me stop, but it only stimulated me further. Dave's cock was pressed down between my legs as it tried to find a way through to my pussy, but he was higher than me so it was a struggle. I had the sense that I really needed it in me, that once it was in everything would be fine. "Good girl, now spread your legs and lift yourself up on Jeff and me to give him access." I did as he said, hooking a leg in between his and the other in between Jeff's. This caused Jeff to look at me and then his eyes widened as he realised what was happening. I gripped both their arms and hoisted myself up. This caused me to bang in to the guy in front who turned around angrily. Then he noticed my exposed breasts and spread legs. "What the fuck?" he aped. "I'm being fucked," I informed him. He elbowed the man next to him, "here, Gary, this tart's getting fucked." His mate turned around. "Wow look at those tits," he marvelled. "Do you mind if we help ourselves love?" I was distracted as I was squirming around, desperately trying to find a passage through for Dave's cock. I shook my head and the two guys lifted up my top and began roughly mauling my tits. Their breath stank of cheese and onion crisps and they showed no finesse in their treatment of my breasts, but I was delirious with desire now. Dave's cock continued to probe just beneath my arse, and I wriggled more. I needed to feel it in me. Dave reached round and gripped me by the waist, hoisting me up and then the tip of his cock slipped in. It didn't have much penetration at that angle, but I had been anticipating it so much I quivered with relief. There were hands all over me now, someone was rubbing my clit, it might have been Vic, but I couldn't tell anymore. I was panting and the air was filled with sex words: 'fuck', 'tits', 'slut' seemed to swirl around me. After the excitement of being fingered and the continual proximity of so much maleness I felt intoxicated. It felt like I was being fucked not by Dave, but by the whole crowd. I recalled some of those science fiction erotic drawings where buxom women are taken by a multi-tentacled creature. That's what it felt like, not as if there were lots of men around me, but one entity created from pure testosterone. I was approaching my climax fast and when it came I felt as though it would obliterate the fuck-monster that held me in its grasp. And then Birmingham scored. The whole crowd surged forward about twenty foot. Dave's cock slipped out from me and I found myself dropped on to the floor. I staggered forward, carried on by the momentum of the crowd. For a frightening moment I thought I was going to go under and be trampled beneath them. All the men who had been around me were replaced by others as I was taken one way and then another. Finally the cheering stopped and I stood up straight. The throng opened up and I was standing in front of a group of twenty men. They all looked very rough, with tattooed arms and cigarettes hanging from their mouths. I guessed these were the hard core fans. They were all staring at me, and then I realised my top was still bunched up over my tits and my skirt was pulled up high, exposing my naked pussy. I quickly tugged them down. "Well, well, well," one of the men drawled menacingly. "What have we got here lads?" His feral eyes looked me up and down with malice and lust. He made a move towards me and I darted back in to the crowd. All of them were pushing past people to get to me. I was muttering to myself 'Dawn, you stupid bitch.' I knew they wouldn't be getting any experience I'd want from them. I squirmed through the crowd who tutted at me, but my pursuers were rougher and more adept at getting people out of their way. They were gaining on me. I felt a firm grip on my arm, 'come on Dawn, this way.' It was Vic. He yanked me towards the turnstiles. 'We'd best get out of here.' The anger in the eyes of my pursuers increased at the thought of their prey escaping them and they renewed their efforts. They were almost on us when the referee blew for half-time and the supporters immediately headed off to food stalls. This thwarted the pack for a bit, allowing Vic and me to get to the turnstiles. We squeezed through and then ran down the side road. We ran for a while and then Vic pulled me down a back alley. 'I don't think they've left the ground,' he said inbetween heaves. 'I think we're safe.' 'My God, that was close,' I said. Then I started to laugh nervously and soon both of us were roaring. Then Vic gripped me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me forcefully. I could feel his prick straining against his trousers as he ground in to me. I responded to his kiss, our tongues intertwining. The excitement of the day, my interrupted fuck, the fear and then exhilaration of our chase all combined now to make me incredibly aroused. Vic's hand was up inside my top, squeezing my nipples. I was ready to fuck him there in the alley and then I remembered that stupid bet he had made, about him fucking me before the day was out. And it was true, I did want him to, but I couldn't allow him the victory. I heard his zipper go and he fumbled to release his cock. I knew I had to act now, if his cock touched me I'd be too eager to resist. Summoning all my will power I pushed his hand away and eased him back. He didn't struggle, but looked at me, perplexed, his cock proud in his hand. "Sorry, you're not winning that bet," I told him firmly. "Forget the bet Dawn, after all that I need a fuck." But the moment had passed, so I smiled and said, "maybe another day. Put that little soldier back in and let's go see Gladys."