From: BluBlaDe (more)
Comments: I agree. This is way better than Wimbledon and this game has a left to right view instead of a up to down view. There's close shot of the player when he's about to serve and it has something like 20 playables characters maybe more to unlock. The best Tennis game of the SMS.
From: BluBlade (more)
Comments: havnt plaued it but wimbledon ii was goofd
From: Rain (more)
Comments: I have to say of all the tennis games i ever played this one was the best. (i only played sms tennis games though, 4 in total) i remember playing it with a mate doubles and it was great fun
From: BluBlaDe (more)
Comments: Ladies and gentleman, Rick, the perfect cousin !
From: Rick (more)
Comments: Cousins are great...One time at my cousin Mindy's birthday party, I pulled out my dork and slapped it up and down along the top of her birthday cake until some other people tackled me. I could hear her crying as they dragged me away. I wasn't sure if it was because I ruined her cake, or because she knew she was too young to have it up inside her.
From: Steve (more)
Comments: When I was around 17 or so, my aunt and uncle and 13 year old (female) cousin came to visit as part of a larger family reunion that my parents had put together. My cousin and I had always gotten along okay, but we weren't particularly close due to the fact that we just didn't see each other very often. Anyway, as the only two people there (so far) even remotely close to our own ages, we ended up spending more time together during that couple of days than we probably had during our whole lives. There wasn't much to do; we played basketball and video games, but mostly watched television and carried on what, for teenagers, passes for conversation. It started out as pretty basic small talk, but after a few hours of learning next to nothing about one another, she abruptly started asking me rather personal questions like whether or not I had a girlfriend or whether I thought this or that tv star was hot. After receiving more or less satisfactory answers to those kinds of questions, she then asked me if I had any porno magazines. I told her I had some old Playboys that used to be (and still officially were) my dads. She asked if she could see them and I said okay, but that they were in my closet. I led her to my room, dug at the Playboys and handed her a couple of them. She thumbed through them quickly, stopping briefly every time a nude body flashed in front of her eyes. She then asked, "Where are the guys? All I see are naked women, don't they have pictures of people screwing?" I said, "No, not in Playboy. They don't even show, well, you know..." Evidently she didn't, because she stared back at me with a quizzical look on her face. I quickly realized that a 13 year old girl's knowledge of skin mags is bound to be far less than my own, thus I added, "uh, pussies, they don't show the women's pussies." She looked disappointed, but then said, "I don't care about that, I wanted to see a dick. I've never seen a dick like in real life." What about her dad's, I asked, hadn't she ever seen her parents naked? She said yes, but added that, "that's not what I meant. Hard. I meant hard, erect. My mom told me that they get hard so they can go inside you. I thought a Playboy or something would show one, that's all. I've never seen one like that." I didn't know what to tell her after that, other than repeating the fact that Playboy doesn't have that kind of stuff. Before I could stammer out another awkward word, she asked me, almost half-whispering, if she could see mine. I managed to muster a surprised, "What?" leading her to ask again, more boldly, "Can I see yours? I just want to see it." Well, I knew immediately that this was something I should not do; I knew it was wrong, but when some girl, any girl, asks you if she can see your penis, what man honestly has the fortitude to say no? Some probably do, I guess, but I was not one of those, probably not now, certainly not at 17. I told her I'd show her but that she had to keep it a secret. She nodded in the affirmative and so I poked my head out of my door to check that everyone else was still outside setting up everything for the reunion and bullshitting about adult crap. The coast being clear, I closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and then, standing in front of her, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down to around my knees. Well, there it was, right in front of her. She looked intently, but as it was still flaccid, there was nothing much to stare at as of yet. Just being in the presence of a female started it on it's journey upward, but she then said, "It isn't hard, can you make it get hard for me? I've seen them like this. Make it get hard, please." She didn't know it, but those words did about as much good for her cause as anything I was going to do. Wanting to seem in control of the process, I gave myself a few token strokes and within a matter of seconds my penis was in it's full glory (which generally isn't anything to write home about, but to a girl her age, maybe). She looked over every inch of my penis (yes, all six) and down to my balls, her face never betraying the fact that she was doing something so out of the ordinary. "It got a lot bigger", she said, "I like it. It looks nice." Confronted by a compliment I never considered receiving, I replied with a rather lame-sounding "thanks". Then, as if reading my mind, she asked a question that most any boy or man dreams of hearing, "Can I touch it?" I stammered out another, "What?" She again, nonchalantly, repeated, "Can I touch it? I want to know what it feels like, just for a second." In for a penny, in for a pound, I said "okay" and she reached up and touched the shaft of my penis, gingerly at first, just with her fingertips, but she soon wrapped her fingers around it as much as she could. "It's warm and soft. I mean...it's hard, but soft at the same time. The skin is soft", she observed as her hand now slid over the glans to the very tip and then back down the shaft. "I know about masturbating", she said, then asking, "how do you do it, do you just stroke it back and forth like that?" I told her that I have to grip it a bit firmer than she had and from just behind the head. "The head..", she repeated. "Yeah" I said, "and you grip it hard enough so that the skin slides back and forth over the head, not your hand itself." She then followed these inadvertent instructions and started slowly stroking my cock. "How long will it take until you ejaculate?" she asked with an oddly clinical ring to her voice (home schooled, my aunt had been teaching her the birds and the bees, I found out later). I answered that it usually took a few minutes at least. "I am doing right? You do it. I want to see you ejaculate. Make it ejaculate, please." As she let go, I said "okay" and started my own expert stroking, a skill honed by what was already years of practice. After a minute, I told her to go over to my nightstand and to get a couple of tissues. "For the semen?" she said, getting up. "Yes" I said, "two or three will do." Another couple of minutes went by until I felt that point of no return coming on and said, "oh, okay, I'm gonna cum. Hold the Kleenex up in front of it, okay?" She nodded and did so, waiting another ten seconds or so until the first violent spurt of semen shot out past the tissues in her upraised hands. "Oh..." she let out, "oh...oh... gross!" as she managed to catch most of it with the tissue. I squeezed out the last drops onto the tissue, then pulled my pants back up, assuming that the show was over. She stared down at the tissue, now soaked through with my cum. "Gross" she said again, "it's like snot. Oh...it's getting on my hands! Ugh..." She dropped the tissues and they fell rather heavily to the floor not far from where that first jet of semen had landed. She then lifted her hands to her nose and smelled where the cum had soaked through the tissues and onto her skin. "Ugh, it smells.." she said. Emboldened by the whole amazing episode, I said, "I dare you to taste it." With a grimace she said, "No way! It's disgusting!" I then said (almost argumentatively), "Come on, you asked my to show you my dick. You asked me if you could touch my dick. They you ask me to jerk off for you...Just do this one thing in return." She glared at me as she seemed to be thinking it over; I don't know why I really wanted her to do it, it just seemed an obvious thing at the time. After a bit, she meekly said "okay" and picked up the tissues and dipped a fingertip into a glob of semen. She then darted the barely moistened tip of that finger into her mouth with a frown. "No, that's not much of a taste" I said, "see if you can get that on the floor, there." She scowled, but crouched down and, with her thumb and forefinger, managed to bring up nearly the entire white, viscous wad from the floor. She played with it a bit as it would first cling to her finger, then to her thumb before she worked up the courage to put the whole quivering blob into her mouth. She did, pushing it around with her tongue until she could swallow it as quickly as possible, glowering at me the whole time and almost gagging until it finally slid down her throat. "That was so gross!" she said, "I need some water, where's the bathroom?" I unlocked the door as I told her and she left, not talking to me again until the next day. I thought she was pissed that she felt I made her do that, but if she was, she got over it pretty quickly if the next few days were any indication.
From: Talwar (more)
Comments: One of the best tennis games ever. Best tennis game on any 8-bit and 16-bit console.