The Game

Eileen had texted me earlier in the day. “Game night tonight. 8. Coming?” My text was sent almost immediately, and without much forethought: “Yes.” At eight sharp, I knocked on Eileen’s door. The afternoon had been spent wondering what game she had for me this evening. I wondered how she would be dressed. I wondered whether this game would be as exciting and enjoyable as our previous games have been. It’s a strange relationship, what I have with Eileen and its nights like this that have me coming back for more. She opened the door and I was treated to one of her more breathtaking outfits. Not that Eileen needs much to be breathtaking, but this was something special. The top was soft and clingy, outlining her large, soft boobs tightly. Her slightly rounded belly protruded and was outlined. The mound of her pussy was hidden under a tight pair of red boy-shorts. She smiled at me, and reached her hand out. Silently, I was pulled into her apartment. The door shut behind me. “Peter, please, come in,” she said in her usual welcoming way. “We have a special game planned for this evening. I think – I hope – that you’ll enjoy it.” She guided me past the kitchen and into “the room.” That’s how I think of this room. Every game I’ve played as happened in this room. It can be dark or light, silent or music-filled. It might have gear or the walls might be bare. Her games come roughly a month apart. I have often wondered if it takes her that long to redo the room. “Peter,” Eileen said rather formally, turning as she entered the room and drawing her left hand up into the air, “I would like you to meet Sven.” Sven stood. Now I like to think that I am a good-looking, athletic and in-shape man. Sven made me look like the sloppiest fat fuck who did nothing but eat at McDonald’s all day every day. He was tall, probably six-three, and easily two hundred twenty five pounds. His arms were well-defined, his shoulders broad, his chest powerful and his abdomen tight. His legs were large, almost like tree trunks. His hair was blonde, naturally, and fell carelessly over light blue eyes. I wasn’t sure if Sven was a football player or a model, or perhaps both, but I was thinking in the back of my mind that I was looking at the very picture of a gorgeous hunk of man. He moved forward and extended his hand. When he spoke, it was in a surprisingly soft and somewhat higher-pitched voice. “Peter, nice to meet you.” “Same here, Sven,” I said shaking firmly. His grip was typical man but not bone-crushing. “Good, now that you two have met, let’s begin.” We both turned to Eileen. There was a couch in the room against one wall. She sat in it, in the center. She leaned back and crossed her long legs, and tapped her foot. “Now then, boys,” she began speaking in a soft, breathy, sexy-as-hell tone, “tonight’s game is extra special. You two are two of my best gamers. As a reward for being a loyal gamer,” she continued in that same soft tone, “you will be playing a special game. My knowledge of your sexual identities tells me that you are both ideal for this particular game.” She smiled winningly. I can’t speak for Sven, but listening to her words and her cryptic descriptions of the upcoming game had my cock at attention. Her games have always been mind-blowing to me. There was the night that I had to service I think like fifteen women. There was a night where she “pegged” me as she called it. It wasn’t a typical BDSM relationship though. It was played out in the façade of the game, and never in any other way. Sometimes there was another gamer there and we were pitted against one another. I’ve only competed in one of those, though. I was beginning to wonder what fate awaited us, though. “So, boys, to the game. Please, strip for me, completely naked. Once you are stripped, sit down next to me, Sven here,” she said patting the couch to her right, “and Peter, obviously, here.” She watched as we stripped. I wondered if Sven’s cock matched the rest of his body. When I finally saw it, I was privately pleased. I was clearly bigger. I sat next to her. She reached out, not surprisingly, and took my dick in one hand and took Sven’s in her other. She began stroking. She did this for maybe a minute before releasing us both and picking up a television clicker. She pressed it and soon the screen was filled with several absolutely gorgeous young women stroking and sucking large penises, some to orgasm, some not. She resumed her silent handjob. Obviously, I thought, Sven was experienced with Eileen’s games. It was a rule that once the game began, the gamers were not to speak. They were to play the game. Eileen stroked us for probably ten minutes. She was toying with our cocks towards the end, obviously testing to see how aroused we were. “Gamers, you seem properly prepared.” I inhaled sharply. She was about to announce the game. This was the usual way it worked. She would stimulate the gamer until he was prepared, hard, aroused, and unlikely to say no to whatever devious plan she had in mind. As I listened to her lay out the game, I was stunned by its simplicity, its cruelty, and how well she knew my sexual mind at least. I hazarded a glance over to Sven. The way his cock was bouncing around signaled to me that he was highly interested in the game as well. “So, boys, tonight’s game is simple. You will both cum.” She smiled winningly. “I know that’s good news to both of you, since you have both endured games in which you were forbidden to cum. As you have passed those previous tests and answered other tests positively, I have brought the two of you together for one of my favorite games.” Her smile was wide but brazen. I instinctively knew that being told that we were going to cum early meant that getting there was going to be the game. “The winner of this game will actually get the grand prize. The winner of this game will get to fuck me.” She paused, smiling, to watch our expressions as this sank in. From her satisfied nod, we had both reacted exactly as she had expected. Sure, I had always wanted to have sex with Eileen. That’s why I became one of her gamers in the first place! Judging from Sven’s expression, he was thinking the same things as me. “Ah, but earning that reward is the tricky part!” She smiled. She patted our legs, and reached over and held each of our cocks by the base. She didn’t stroke, but merely held. “The winner will be the man who holds back his cum, who doesn’t cum during phase one of this trial!” She gives us a wide, triumphant smile. “The game will have you, Peter, lying on your side, Sven’s cock in your mouth. Sven, you will be lying the other way, Peter’s cock in your mouth. You two will engage in mutual cock-sucking in the side sixty-nine position. The loser will be the man who is made to come from the blowjob. The winner, in exchange for not allowing a drop of the other man’s cum to escape his lips – yes! Yes you will be swallowing cum this evening! The winner, assuming he doesn’t let any cum drop, will then penetrate me and fuck me until I have achieved at least two orgasms. Once I have achieved two orgasms, the winner may then shoot his come into my pussy. The loser will then clean my pussy so that the loser too is forced to eat the winner’s come!” She smiled at our faces. As for me, I remembered the night that I told her I had always fantasized about sucking another man off. I guess I was going to live out this fantasy. But the stakes – getting to fuck the perfectly delectable Eileen -made it worth while. “On the floor, you two,” she said. Sven stood. He was about six inches erect, and definitely thinner than mine. I was a little longer, not much, but had a much thicker tool. My balls were fuller and heavier as well. I wondered if that would make a difference. I laid on my side, and Eileen got Sven into position. I stared at his bobbing, bouncing erection and felt a surge of arousal that felt utterly primal. Yeah, I was turned on. I wanted to taste him. I did. She held her hands aloft. “Boys, ready?” She watched for the confirming nods from us. “Then…suck!” she cried. All I can say is oh my god . The sensation of his hard prick slipping into my mouth was sexy enough, but combining that with Sven engulfing my dick with his mouth? I almost lost the game right there. It was a close call at any rate. I jerked hard, and I seem to think that Eileen chuckled. I heard her breathing in a carefully controlled manner. I obviously couldn’t look but suspected that she was watching us and pleasuring herself. I wanted to win, so I concentrated on being the best goddamn cocksucker that Sven had ever encountered. My tongue swirled hotly around the sensitive head as I sucked hard, my lips proving the suction to suck. I deep-throated him as much as I could, and moaned to make his cock vibrate. I bobbed my head up and down on him hard and fast as I could, face-fucking him. Then back to the gentle swirls with my tongue. I figured that varying my technique wouldn’t allow him to get into a rhythm and settle into it. I wanted to keep Sven off-balance. And yeah, okay, I was so fucking hot that I wanted him to blow his enormous load of hot, salty cum in my mouth! I was back to working on the head of Sven’s cock when I felt his body begin to react differently. I was close, that was true, but I wasn’t moving without controls yet. That’s what it felt like Sven was doing – he was thrusting now with his hips, shoving his hard cock deep into my mouth. I could feel him pulse and surge with each beat of his racing heart, and then delivered as strong and hard a suction suck as I could muster. He released me so that he could cry out, and I was rewarded with a tremendous explosion of gushing cum that shot down my mouth and into my throat. I gagged, not because it tasted bad (it didn’t) but because it was so unexpected and hot so deeply. I maintained control and continued sucking every last droplet of cum out of Sven’s now-dwindling cock. God, but did it taste good! And I was so fucking hard… “We have a winner!” Eileen crowed. “I’m so fucking horny from watching you two fuck!” she moaned. “Sven, roll on your back,” she said, and got into doggy-style position with her pussy positioned right over his face. “You suck my clit while Peter fucks me. Don’t do anything to Peter yet until I say that you can. Peter, you get behind me. Remember, I have to come twice before you can come!” “Yes, Eileen,” I said holding my erect cock by the base. My god was I full, thick and hard. The salty taste of Sven’s semen coated the inside of my mouth but I didn’t care. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to Eileen’s slick, steamy pussy. I rolled my eyes back in my head as I slowly sunk my tool into her waiting, willing and ever-tightening depths. She moaned, this animal cry, and I felt Sven’s head bumping around. “Sven, eat her well!” I moaned. “Make her come fast for me!” I begged him. Though he was the loser, I needed him to get back into it, to lick her hot button and make her come. Luckily for me, Sven must have been a grade A pussy-licker because before I was too far along Eileen burst into screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her. “God, harder, Sven, harder Peter, fuck me fuck me fuck my cunt oh god that’s so fucking nice!” she was screaming and writhing in the doggy-style position. My tool continued to ramrod her pussy, and I was now slamming into her with all the force I had. I heard my large balls slap loudly against her pussy and Sven was now working even harder to make her cum. Eileen was beyond words now. She was grunts and groans and cries. I was gasping for breath, my own orgasm so close I could taste it but somehow, some way, I held it back. Suddenly, with another animal scream Eileen’s second orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body quivered and she exploded as a gusher of juices squirted from her pussy. Sven was covered but licked hard, and I pulled out long enough to let her recover and squirt, and then blasted my cock back into her cunt. “Jesus!” she moaned. “Fuck, come already, Peter!” she moaned. I needed nothing else, and let the guards down. The freight train of my orgasm came rumbling from my balls. I held onto her hips, my back arched, my head back and I cut loose with a primal scream of my own. My hips jacked into her and thrust my cock as deep into that pussy as it would go. Eileen pushed back with all of her considerable force and then I felt my cock give the first tremendous, unbelievable, ultimate-pleasure pulse as my semen exploded from my cock and into her pussy. Spasm after spasm wracked my body and pulse after pulse blew from my cock and into her. Finally, the orgasm died off and I was left with the slow feeling of leaking. “Peter, pull out. Sven, clean my pussy! Eat my pussy juice and Peter’s come. Hurry up, Sven, do it now!” she moaned. Sven began working on her pussy and I leaned back to watch. It was the sexiest thing I think I’ve seen in a long time, how Sven was eating a huge creampie. His cock was hard again, so obviously he was loving it. Eileen squealed and once more her entire body quivered. Though I was spent and totally satisfied, I reached over and sucked Sven’s cock into my mouth for a last time. I enjoyed this one, savoring the taste and taking my time as he cleaned out Eileen’s pussy. Finally, Eileen squealed that she couldn't take any more and pulled away. I released Sven and he sat up. Though he’d been hard in my mouth, his penis shrank quickly. Mine was still mostly flaccid. “Well played, boys. Well played,” Eileen said. “Now, leave and wait until I dream up another hot game for us to play!”