Board Games (fm:oral sex, 2786 words)

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Especially as I could hear him counting down the seconds. "48 - 47- 46..."

I started jerking him, while my mouth closed over his thick, meaty helmet, my cheeks working as hard as my hand. "29 - 28- 27...." my other hand was on his ass, a finger tracing down the crease, seeking out his ass-hole, still moist with my saliva. "Nine... eight... seven...." I was going to time this to perfection. "Four... three... two...." I stabbed my index finger straight up his ass; he cried out and, at last, his come flew free, a torrent that filled my mouth, hot and faintly bitter, but creamy as well. I swallowed some as more trickled down my chin; and, as he slowly softened, I carried on sucking, draining him dry. But when I finally released him, he was already preparing his letters for the next move.

"A free go to me, I think."

"What?"

He pointed to my last turn. "C.O.M.T. ‘Come On My Tits,' you said."

I grabbed the cushion with which he'd raised my hips earlier, and hit him around the head with it. "I said ‘tongue,' you cheat. Or maybe ‘tonsils,' I can't remember. Either way, there's no way you get a free go. Not with the letters I have left."

"Good, are they?"

"Really good. So you don't want to piss me off."

"In that case," he smiled. "Maybe I'll miss a turn instead. Because if they're even half as much fun as your last lot...."

"Oh, they are." I assured him. And I began placing them on the board. M-C-Y-M-N. My Cunt, Your Mouth, Now.

And of course he had to follow the rules. ______________________________________

"I don't suppose you have a Scrabble set?" I looked at him and groaned. Scrabble? "I think so, somewhere. It's a bit screwed up, though. I had a set and lost a load of letters, so someone gave me another and I lost a load of those letters as well. So now they're just mixed up together. There'll probably be a dozen Zs and no Es."

He grinned. "That's alright. My version's a bit screwed up as well."

I stood up. "Okay, let me see if I can find it." In fact, I knew exactly where it was. "Looking for it" just gave me something else to do, rather than sit and stare at the wall while he sat and stared at my. When they first started planning to get together, I could never have dreamed I'd be so nervous. Or that he would be even worse.

So, Scrabble. I opened my closet and pulled down the shoebox into which all the pieces had been thrown, carried them back into the living room and tipped them out on the coffee table. Quickly, he opened up the board, poured the letters into the little bag, and handed my a rack.

"Who's scoring?" I asked.

"No-one. I told you, this is a different version. But don't worry, it's really easy. And pretty harmless, too."

Harmless? I'd heard the game called a lot of things, but I didn't think anyone's ever suggested it was anything other than harmless. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.

Okay, the rules. His rules. Two players, seven letters each, and you

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LUST4LIFE writes Tue 22 Apr 2025 01:33:

Beautiful! That is a marvelous fun night in!

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