Chapter 23 - The Game

A collective, eager murmur rippled through the group at Susan’s announcement. The air, still thick with the scent of sex and chlorine, seemed to crackle with renewed anticipation.

“Mia, honey,” Susan said, her voice a purr that commanded attention. “Go get the box.”

Mia, her blonde hair plastered to her glistening skin and her 36DD breasts swaying hypnotically with her every movement, didn’t need to be told twice. She practically sprang from the grass, her round ass cheeks clenching as she hurried towards the house. All eyes, especially Steve’s, followed the mesmerizing jiggle of her retreating form. She returned moments later, holding a blue plastic box with a single hole cut into its top, just large enough for a hand to slide inside.

Susan took the box with a gracious smile. “Thank you, sweetie. Now,” she began, her emerald eyes sweeping over the gathered family, all of them naked and still buzzing from their previous orgasms. “Since we have two of the best male specimens here with us—”

Whistles and catcalls erupted from the women. Steve felt a hot flush creep up his neck, his face burning with embarrassment. Robert, in stark contrast, took the praise in stride, giving a playful, cocky grin and shifting his hips so his semi-hard dick swung heavily between his legs, slap-slapping against his thigh and drawing more laughter from the adoring crowd.

“Okay, okay! Settle down!” Susan admonished, though she was laughing along with them. “We’re gonna be here ‘til the end of days if you all continue! The game is called Sprint Fucking! Invented by yours truly.” She gave a theatrical bow, her absolutely enormous 38JJ breasts swaying forward with a heavy, creamy jiggle that drew the eyes of both males.

“The rules are simple,” Susan explained, her voice dropping into a husky, game-show-host tone. She held up the box. “Inside the box are five black and five white marbles.” She turns to Steve. “Please pick a marble in the box.” She says holding the box high enough so that Steve could not look inside. Steve pulled a black marble then put it back in the box as per his mother’s instruction. “Okay! That means Steve is black team and Robert is white team! Whoever you draw, you fuck cowgirl style! The goal is to make her cum as fast as possible. The man with the fastest time wins.”

The woman renewed their whistling and catcalling, it took a moment for Susan to take back control. “Now there is some rules! Men cannot touch the woman riding him with their hands to make her cum faster, they can move their hips though. If a man loses their erection along the way” Boos and hisses began at the statement. Susan had to repeat herself. “IF the man loses their erection at anytime during the game, women cannot touch the man until his erection returns. So ladies, you’ll have to find another way than a blow job to stimulate your man!”

With a collective breath held tight, the women approached the blue box one by one, their fingers trembling with anticipation as they each drew a marble. The air was thick with arousal and the faint hint of chlorine, mingling with the low hum of excitement.

Steve’s heart pounded as he watched the marbles being drawn. The results were unveiled like a lottery of lust: Susan, Zoe, Violet, Evelyn, and Lily were assigned to him. His gaze flickered over the women who would soon be mounting him, his competitive spirit flaring. Violet, in particular, caught his attention. Her dark eyes were locked on him, her lips parted in a hungry smile as she clutched her black marble. She stepped forward first, a clear eagerness in her movements, and Steve knew she would be the one to kick off his journey to victory.

On the other side of the makeshift arena, Robert smirked confidently as his team was announced: Heather, Charlotte, Sophia, Mia, and Nora. He wasted no time in choosing Heather—the older, more experienced woman who happened to be Susan’s mother and Steve’s grandmother. Robert’s choice was deliberate, a bold move that would later reveal a secret: he had never fucked his mother-in-law before. The thought of breaking that taboo seemed to fuel his already blazing competitive fire.

As Violet sauntered toward Steve, her hips swaying with an almost predatory grace, Susan clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” she announced, her voice dripping with playful authority. “Let the games begin! Remember the rules—no hands for the men, and if you lose your erection, it’s your job to get it back without help!”

Violet knelt before Steve, her hands sliding up his thighs as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “Ready to make me cum, baby?” she whispered, her voice laced with challenge.

Steve grinned with confidence but chose to remain silent.

Meanwhile, Heather was already lowering herself onto Robert’s cock, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes locked with his, a mischievous glint in her gaze. “Let’s see what you’ve got!” she teased, her voice husky. “Let’s make it memorable.”