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Winners and Losers?
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Winners and Losers?
by Dulcinea
"It's time."
He looked up from the magazine he read, his eyes focusing on what
swung from her hands. She wore a wicked grin, staring down at him,
daring him to refuse. If he refused, she won by default. "You don't
seriously think you can beat me, do you?" He asked. You have to
catch me first."
"I knew you'd try and weasel out if it. You're scared. You know I
can do it!"
"Scared? Of you?" He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.
Standing, he stretched, using his greater size to attempt to intimidate
her. "Okay, baby. Do your worst."
Laughing at the challenge, she dropped the video game controller in
his hand, sitting on the floor before the television. "Since I'm the one
who challenged, I get to chose." She flicked the power, an all too
familiar image filling the screen. "Tetris."
His grin grew into a wide smile. "Oh, my. You really want to be
destroyed, don't you? Don't expect my love for you to compel me
to take it easy on you." Sitting beside her, he reached over and undid
the first two buttons on her flannel shirt. "Just helping you out,
Sweetie.
You'll be losing that shirt soon enough."
"Oh, haha." She mocked. The game started, colored blocks dropping
down the screen. She played well at first, then made an error from which
she could not recover. The screen filled up, quickly, and she threw down
the controller, glaring in his direction. "Shoes?" She asked.
"Nope. Shirt." He waited until she unbuttoned the shirt, pushing it off
her shoulders, grinning. "Oh, honey, that's cheating!" He said, staring
at the red lace bra she wore. She leaned back on her arms, knowing the
movement would thrust her breasts forward. Oh, he loved the way
he could see her skin through the lace, her dark nipples starting to
stiffen under his gaze. The weight of her breasts stretched the
delicate fabric, and he reached out to cup his hand around them.
"ah-ah-ah..." She slapped his hand. "You just play the game."
He whined. But he picked up the controller, taking his turn. While
he didn't get the type of high score he normally got, he certainly had
more than enough points to be called the victor of the first round. "Are
you having problems?" She asked innocently, moving so her breasts
jiggled enticingly.
"You are a brat."
"Thank you!" She sat up straight, dropping her lounging sex kitten act
while she played. Her fingers flew across the pad, the falling shapes
landing perfectly. Row after row cleared, the music reaching a brilliant
tempo. When at last she messed up, the score was higher than his
usual scores, and the rocket ship that blasted off was huge. "Beat that,
baby." She purred, stretching out on the floor again.
He came close, but close wasn't good enough. "Shoes?" He asked.
She shook her head. "Pants. Drop them, buddy."
He groaned, though it was more in relief than agony. There was no
mistaking his arousal, given the way his underwear stretched around
his hard cock. Her glance caressed his cock, licking her lips when she
knew he was watching.
She lost the next round, deliberately, he thought, slipping out of her
pants
to reveal the panties that matched the bra. He couldn't help but remember
how good she tasted through the lace panties, her thighs pressing against
his head.... He won that round, but she was winning a different game all
together.
"I think you've been practicing." He said, watching her play. Not that he
was watching her actual playing, though. He watched the way her breasts
swayed as she worked the controls, the way the little panties barely
covered
her ass cheeks. He inched closer, resting his hands on her shoulders.
"Hey!"
She cried. "You aren't trying to distract me, are you?"
"Me? No." With firm gentleness, he began massaging her shoulders,
knowing all the right spots to rub. She began to relax, her game
faltering.
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her shoulder, running his tongue
across her back, feeling her body shake as he manipulated her erogenous
zone. "Well, maybe I am trying to distract you a bit." He said.
She dropped the control, giving herself over to the sensations he created
in
her body. Pulling her back so she leaned against his chest, he began to
lick and suck her earlobes, his hands cupping her breasts, playing with
her
nipples. She squirmed in his arms, moaning and whimpering as her stroked
her body.
This ear. Then lick around the base of her neck to the other ear. Little
nibbling bites across her shoulders. He knew how to play her body.
Dropping
his right hand down to stroke her pussy, he was surprised to find her
fingers
already there, rubbing her hard clit. "Oh, honey, let me do that for
you." He
whispered in her ear, feeling his cock throb even harder. The idea of her
playing with herself was too exciting.
As his fingers replaced her, he attacked her shoulders with a vengeance,
and
he was quickly rewarded with her first orgasm of the night. He smiled at
that,
knowing that it would be the first of several, if he had his way. Holding
her tight
while she climaxed, he knew he would certainly have his way.
"Feeling good?" he asked. She purred, twisting around to kiss him. Her
lips parted, their tongues meeting. Without breaking the kiss, he guided
her back to lay on the floor, covering her body with his. She felt so
good
under him, her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing against his
chest,
her thighs clenching his waist.
Breaking the kiss, he licked down her body, letting his tongue explore her
wet pussy. Her skimpy panties were soaked with her cum; her twisted
them around with his tongue, pulling them out of the way so he could
nibble
on her pussy lips, slipping his tongue up into her wetness. The
television
still cranked out the calliope-type music, a demo of the game showing on
the screen. Soon, her cries drowned out the music, her body bucking
in her passion.
Before she had calmed down, he was slipping into her, the muscles of her
clamping pussy thrilling him even more. "Oh, you are wonderful!" She
cried.
"I know." He laughed, knowing that today would not be a slow lovemaking
session. She had made him so hard, squirming in his lap while he'd kissed
her shoulders, moaning as he tasted her. Now he had the need to be inside
of her, drive into her as hard and as fast as he could, and pump his seed
deep
into her belly.
She locked her legs around him, giving herself into complete abandonment.
Arching her back, she climaxed again, crying out, calling his name. He
felt
the bite of her nails in her back, the way she pushed her pussy up to meet
his thrust.... He erupted inside of her, feeling their juices mix, their
bodies
working together.
"You know..." she began a bit later, after they'd separated, laying side
by side
on the floor, "... we never seem to finish out strip Tetris games."
"Or our strip chess games." He said.
"True. But when we play strip hide-n-go-seek, you always try to be
found!"
He laughed, reaching out to hold her hand, bringing her fingers to his
lips. "But
think of it this way." He said. "As long as we never finish the game, we
both end
up winners."
They laughed, and she rolled on her side, pressing her body against his
warmth.
Her hand ran across his chest, something she loved to do. They were
content to
touch for a while, then she moved to sit up, breaking the spell. She
couldn't help
but notice his semi-erect cock, and she grinned. "You don't think I'm too
competitive,
do you?"
"Of course not." He answered.
"Good." She stood, stretching, seeing that he watched her movements.
With all
the casualness she could muster, she bent down, brushing her fingers
across his
chest. "Tag!" She cried, already moving out of his reach. "You're it!"
Laughing,
she dashed down the hallway, knowing he would be coming after her, and
they
would both win again this afternoon.
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