The Backgammon and Cock Twitch Challenge

(Originally published in Every Night Erotica, May 2010) She cast the Wednesday newspaper aside and pulled back the covers from our bare bodies. The cooler air tightened her nipples. “Shrimp omelette with potato cakes. Delicious!” she remarked. “You really do spoil me.” I offered a smile over my coffee cup. “It’s no trouble at all, I promise! It is such a pity breakfast passes so fast. And now, My Lady, what shall we do next?” She picked up our backgammon set and settled herself elegantly on the bed, with the board between us. We arranged the pieces, and she won the opening roll. For a few minutes we played quietly until her mischievous grin broke the silence. “After I beat you at this game, how about ‘Twitch’?” “‘Twitch’? How does that work?” “Well first I’ll lubricate your cock gently and then stroke it with great care.” The topic of our chat perked up its head curiously. She rolled a double-six and removed one of my chips. “It sounds lovely. Where exactly does the twitch come into play?” I inquired. Her grin turned quite wicked. “I’ll rub and suck you for an hour now, then again for an hour after lunch, and once more right after supper. You can tell me your preference—slow, fast, gentle, or firm—but I won’t stop until the time is up. Then you can fuck me however you wish for the rest of the evening… as often as you manage.” I made a careless move. She took advantage and rolled another double. “The twitch part?” I asked again. “Oh that. Your cock gets to twitch nine times during the day. If it happens more than that, everything stops and you’ll have to wait another week before you cum. All you need do is control your twitches, and I’ll ensure those balls grow bigger and heavier than ever.” She rolled six-five. I rolled two-one. “Won’t you get terribly horny too?” “Oh yes, but I’m certain you wouldn’t want poor little me to be uncomfortable… and you have such a talented tongue.” She started bearing off pieces while my chips were scattered all over the board. “So let me make sure I understand. You’ll tease me for an hour, three times at whatever intensity I choose. As long as I don’t twitch more than nine times, you’ll let me fuck you throughout the evening. If I exceed nine twitches, everything stops and I have to wait until the end of the week to cum.” “Actually I said a week from now… seven more days. But you’ve got amazing self-control. You’ll be able to hold on, and then for the rest of the day I’m all yours!” She grinned triumphantly as she doubled over to win the game. She scooted up the bed and began demonstrating her teasing technique. I moved her hand away. “Just let me think this out a moment. No distractions! I’ve already been a week without cumming, and if we don’t play your game, I get to cum on Saturday, three days from now. Or I could accept your challenge. You’d make it easy for me at first, but in that last hour I bet you’d find some way to beat me. You’d talk dirty, encourage me to touch you up, give me those special soft kisses that drive me wild; then I’d have blue balls and a huge lust for a whole week while you probably edge me every day to keep me aroused.” “What? Me?” She looked incredulous. “You know I’d never take advantage of a man when he’s down… I mean up! Besides, you might win and you could be fucking me in every direction after supper.” “I can’t even beat you at a fair game of backgammon. The odds are really stacked against me in your twitch game.” I pretended to consider my options for a few moments while my traitorous cock signaled its enthusiasm. I replaced her hand and grinned. “Your roll, I think.”