The Game (Part 1)

[Slapstickman]

Hello All.

Been a while since I posted any new stories and whilst this one isn't new, it has a cult following on my story site http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/slapstickstories/ and I felt it might be deserving of a bigger audience. I am about to start on a sequel, so now felt like a good time to share more widely. It's a bit of an epic, so I'm going to have to break it down into several parts over the next few days. Hope you like it and, as always, let me know what you think...........

Matt.

I was walking back from the local shop with a pint of milk and the Sunday papers, when my phone rang. It was my next door neighbour, Nicole. We got on well, Nicole and I. We’d even had some messy fun from time to time, but things came to a bit of an abrupt end in that department when she got a new boyfriend. They’d split up about a month ago though, and Nic had been a bit down about it.

“Hey Nic” I said

“Hi Matt, how are you?”

“I’m good thanks, you?”

“Can I be honest?” Nicole replied

“Of course you can” I said

“I’m as horny as hell” she purred, almost causing me to drop my milk.

“Horny as hell?” I replied, double-checking what I’d just heard.

“Yes. I really need some fun” she said

“Ok” I said, as calmly as I could in the circumstances “where do I come in?”

“Do you want to play a game with me?” she asked

“What kind of game?” I replied

“A messy game”

I was well and truly hooked now “A messy game?” I confirmed.

“Yes”

“OK, what are the rules?” I asked.

“I’m going to give you several challenges” Nicole stated “for every challenge you successfully complete, I’m going to make a fresh custard and cream pie and put it on my dining room table”

“Ok” I nodded

“And I’m also going to take off an item of clothing” she continued

“Clothing too, ok”

“For every challenge you fail to complete, I’m going to remove a pie from the table and put on an item of clothing”

This sounded like it was going to be fun.

“The game will finish at 2pm today, or before if you’ve managed to strip me naked by then. At that time, you get to let me have it with all the pies on the table, but if I’ve still got any clothes on they don’t come off. So no bare bottom pie spanking if I’m still wearing my panties, agreed?”

“Agreed,” I replied.

“OK then, if you’re ready let’s start with the first challenge. Bring me the ingredients to make about two dozen custard pies”

“Ok” I agreed.

“And one more thing; if anyone asks you what you’re doing with all the ingredients then you have to tell them the truth. When you’ve got everything, bring it round here and I’ll make a decision on whether you’ve completed the task properly. See you soon Matt”. Nicole hung up the phone.

“Well” I thought “that’s a phone call you don’t get everyday”

I got in my car and made my way to the nearest supermarket. I grabbed half a dozen ready made pie crusts, half a dozen sponge flan bases and a dozen foil plates. I picked up 4 large tubs of crème freiche, 12 large cartons of ready made custard, 2 packets each of vanilla, banana and chocolate angel delight, 2 large cartons of strawberry custard and 6 large tubs of whipping cream and hurried to the checkout.

I was relieved that the checkout girl was a student and was way too cool to pay much attention to the items in my basket. She casually put them through the till. I bagged the items and handed over my cash. She smiled, however, as she gave me the change and the till receipt. “Happy sploshing” she grinned wickedly.

I looked back at her, completely caught out, my face turning a shade of crimson.

“I knew it” she giggled “that’s quite some arsenal you’ve got there”

“She’s quite a girl” I replied, regaining a bit of composure.

“She’s a lucky bitch” the checkout girl replied “I’d love a really messy custard pie fight, but I’m stuck here all day. Ah well, have fun. I’m sure you will.”

“I will, thanks Katy” I smiled reading the girl’s name from her badge.

“Pleasure” Katy grinned.

I’d nearly made it to the car before I noticed the mobile number carefully written on my till receipt with ‘Katy’ written beside it. I ripped the number from the top of the receipt and slipped it into my wallet.

It wasn’t long before I made it home and I quickly unpacked the shopping from the boot of the car. It was 11.15am and, bearing the 2pm cut off in mind, time was already at a premium.

I went round the side of Nicole’s house and tapped on the back door. “Come in” Nic beamed, opening the door.

Nicole looked at the supplies I’d bought and laughed “Oh, this is going to be fun”

I’d begun to notice what Nicole was wearing now. It was a fairly warm spring day, but she was wearing a hat, sweater and a pair of boots obviously making sure she was wearing as many layers of clothing as possible so she couldn’t be stripped easily. She set to work making the first custard pie; pouring the gooey yellow slop into a pie crust and whipping up a tub of cream to top it with. In no time at all, she had made up two custard pies in the ready made pie crusts. I told her about the checkout girl and she laughed out loud.

“First challenge successfully completed” Nicole announced placing the first pie on the table “and a bonus pie for your conversation with the checkout girl” she put a second pie on the table. Nicole slowly removed the hat she was wearing, letting her long brown hair cascade down her shoulders. I was getting excited already and we’d only just started.

“Are you ready for challenge 2?” Nic asked.

“Yes, bring it on” I replied.

“In that case, join me outside” Nicole smiled, opening the back door.

In the middle of Nic’s backyard was a large bucket. I walked over to it and peered into it. The bucket was filled with Circus slosh – bright pink dyed shaving foam watered down to make a messy paste.

“Ok, this task is simple. All you need to do is make me laugh using this bucket of slosh”

“Ok” I said and began to think about the most amusing thing I could do with this slosh.

I walked over to the bucket and tried to lift it. The bucket was pretty light, but I pretended it weighed a ton and mimed straining myself to lift it. I walked around it several times, each time making it look as though it was harder and harder to lift. Eventually, I took my belt off from round the top of my jeans and hooked it round the handle of the bucket, pretending to make a basic pulley. I bent over and yanked as hard as I could on the belt. This time I let the bucket fly up from the ground and stumbled backwards, dumping the bucket of messy slosh over my head.

I was temporarily deafened as the slosh was plastered all over my head. I stumbled around with the bucket on my head whilst covertly undoing the buttons on my jeans, making it look like by taking off my belt, I’d caused my jeans to fall down. My jeans dutifully slipped down my thighs and bunched around my ankles causing me to stumble over them and fall flat on my face, the bucket still stuck on my head, my boxer short covered bum sticking in the air.

I lay on the grass for a short time, before removing the bucket. My whole head was covered in Nicole’s circus slosh that also slopped down my front. I slowly got to my feet. Nicole was laughing.

“That was pretty funny” she grinned “challenge number two well and truly passed”

I followed Nic back into the house, still plastered in circus slosh. She made a third custard pie, walked over to the dining room table and added it to the 2 pies already collected. She then slowly pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a tight white t-shirt that accentuated her great figure.

I wiped my eyes as Nicole gave me the details of the third challenge.

“For the next challenge, I want a picture of you wearing nothing but a custard pie; completely naked except for one pie placed anywhere on your body you want. I don’t just want to see a digital image; I want an actual photo I can keep” She made another custard pie and handed it to me. “Don’t come back until you have the picture” she grinned.

Still covered in the circus slosh I carried the pie back round to my house. I showered and washed the messy goop off. Luckily my PC was set up to print pictures, which was going to be significantly less time consuming and less embarrassing than using the digital machine at Boots. When I got out of the shower, I set the camera on timer and posed where I thought the best photo would be taken.

After a few takes, I got the positioning right and was ready to take the picture. I grabbed the pie from the fridge and slipped out of my dressing gown. I stood in position, stark naked, as the timer on the camera counted down and pushed the pie into my crotch. I gasped as the cold pie made contact with my cock and balls. The camera took the photo. Just so I was sure, I set the camera again and this time let the pie plate fall to the ground, revealing my custard pie covered cock. Cold pie filling slopped down my thighs as I examined the photos I’d taken. Luckily, they had come out pretty well and I didn’t have to take a 3rd picture. I was able to walk gingerly back to the shower and wash the custard from my increasingly erect penis.

About 20 minutes later, I handed Nicole the picture that preserved my modesty, pie plate firmly wedged over my messy cock. “Very nice” she grinned “task number 3 completed”. Nicole walked over to the fridge and took out a large pie. She placed the pie on the table with the other 3 and walked over to me. She slipped her left boot off.

“Are you ready for the next challenge?” she asked.

“I am” I replied.

[alext]

I'll have to take a look at the group, I'm liking the story so far - it's an interesting twist

[enswan]

Yeah I Read this storry what seems like ages ago, (the whole one not just what`s up so far) are you going to do the follow up the (final) ending eludes to? can`t say much more wothout giving stuff away, great story though:)

[Slapstickman]

Thanks enswan! I am writing a prequel to the sequel right now (if that makes any sense??) then I'll be starting work on The Game 2.

[enswan]

Ok great thanks! but would the bepreqeul be before 1 or ie. 0.5 or after 1 before 2 ie. 1.5? just to get me even more eager and impatient for it:p