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."