Sanoon, our space age nymphomaniac, is asked to make a return to the extreme sport known only as THE GAME for a single match with her original team mates who in the sport’s first season, some eight years earlier, took out the championship. Can the old team, led by Sanoon beat the current champions? With its female players usually soon stripped naked and subject to many penalties involving the cocks of the opposing team’s fans, this has never been a contest for the faint hearted.
One of a series of novellas in which with wit and good humor Sanoon herself relates her entire erotic career, wild adventures and sexual liaisons.
Illustrated with line drawings - as depicted on the cover.
EXTRACT
Not all my memories of The Game were pleasant, but we had been
young back then and while I certainly hadn’t made a million, even
during the entire season, the cash had been welcome. I hadn’t had the
opportunity to follow the sport much since my playing days. It had
continued uninterrupted during the last years of Emperor Malinus VXI
while much of the galaxy was in turmoil and had seemingly flourished
since. The rules were simple enough to explain and follow: the side
that put the most balls into a basket to gain points was the winner,
but it was the various penalties and forfeits handed out to the
players which gave it its wide appeal. That all its players were
females and tended to show a lot of skin only added to the popularity.
You didn’t have to be a nymphomaniac to play, but it probably helped.
There had been twelve teams taking part in that first season.
We called ourselves The Black Bits from the tiny little panties which
formed our only uniform. We had some training to prepare us for what
was to come, but really nothing could prepare a girl for a season of
The Game. Our first match was against The Virgins, who not
unnaturally had taken their name from their correspondingly white
uniform. In front of a live crowd of ten thousand and a Tri V
audience of billions, we nervously prepared for battle.
The game was played at a frantic pace, each match lasting a
wearying ninety minutes without pause. I had the honor of scoring the
first basket in the game’s history, an event which not only saw The
Black Bits gain one point but forced each of the four members of the
Virgins to line up one at a time to receive a shag from one of our
already dedicated band of fans. Effectively this put the Virgins at a
disadvantage as we now had one more player on the court than they had.
As the game progressed they managed to score goals too and we had to
take our turn with their fans.
There was only one ‘Shagging Post’ per team, which as the game
progressed tended to be in constant use. All teams also had female
supporters whose job it was to keep up a constant supply of hard-ons
by licking the cocks of the team supporters to a point where they were
about to explode. If they were operating at peak efficiency, any time
out to receive your mandatory shag took only a few seconds, and you
could be back on court after two or three thrusts and a fast
ejaculation. Uniforms were usually quickly discarded to save time. It
was invariably pandemonium on the sidelines. If you didn’t like lots
of strange pricks rubbing up inside your hole then The Game probably
wasn’t the sport for you. It always surprised me just how many
females clamored to get onboard back then and even now.
