0 comments/ 24255 views/ 1 favorites Pool Gal By: Silentman45 "Are you kids doing ok?" he asked as they floated by. They were all at the water park, just him and his kids. "Fine Dad" they told him. "Ok then" he said. "I might go in for a dip at the other pool so I'll just meet you back here" he told them. The water park had all kinds of fun things to do and different watery things to try out. Open water or even some overhead caves and hiding places to investigate. It wasn't that packed and one could find some peace being alone. All kinds of people were here. Singles, families, seniors and lots of teenagers were now playing around. Like his kids, everyone seemed to be having fun. While he was talking to his kids, a middle-aged woman sat down on the same bench as he and was also talking to her older kids. "Don't worry about me," she told them. "I won't leave the park," she said. She wasn't bad looking he thought. She was about his age. And had about the same mileage lines on her face as he had. "Life is hard," he thought and everyone pays their dues. He also noticed she didn't have a ring on her finger either. It couldn't hurt to say hello he thought. "Hi there," he spoke. "It looks like we both have the same kid problems in this sun. I just can't keep up with mine here in this water park" he said as he smiled at her mature beauty. "You're right," she said as she lowered her shades and smiled at him. "I just let them go and I'm sure they won't leave without me" she chuckled as she opened her arms away from her chest and took in a big breath and let it out real slow. "I'm going to have to do more workouts it seems," he said as her deep breathing was causing his cock to start its launch mode and was growing. He let his eyes drift down to her rising and falling breasts and could see her growing nipples through her swimsuit. "Want to come swimming with me and explore?" he asked as he stood up and faced her. His cock had pretty much grown to full length by then as it made a huge bulge in his swimming trunks. "I'll rub your shoulders," he teased. She knew the bulge in his swimming trunks could only be made by a huge cock that needed attention. Maybe eight, maybe nine inches she thought? Her divorce two years ago had left her many long and sleepless nights alone in her bed. She couldn't get out much due to kids, her job and things at home. She yearned for a cock to hold; to caress, to fill her mouth and her pussy. To once again taste a man's cum oozing down her throat. If only he knew just how wet he had made her. She thought of all this while looking at the bulge in his trunks. He held out his hand to her and she stood up, took off her glasses, put them on her towel on the bench, took his hand to squeeze it softly and told him "Yes, I would love to." He didn't care that his cock had made a huge tent in his trunks in front. He was proud of his manhood and he knew by the way she had stared at it, that she liked it too. They held hands together walking down the steps into the shallow end and kept holding hands until the water covered their hips. During this walk, there was hardly anyone around and they took advantage of this to look in each other's eyes, lick their lips and smile seductively to each other. They let go of their hands and pushed forward in the water. The large area pool they were swimming in was only about five feet deep. He had pushed a little more forward than her. So she pushed again and came up behind him. "Mind if I hitch a ride?" she asked as she put her hands on his shoulders and lightly dug her nails in his skin. He felt her lips first on his ear, then her hands, then her breasts pushing into his back. She asked him for a ride, then felt her nails lightly gripping him. "Mmmmm" he told her as he felt her fingers moving all over his chest. He decided to move to one of the cave entrances to get at least a little privacy. She had wanted to do this for soo long now there was no turning back. Some things you just have to say yes to and this time, her sex would not take no for an answer. She started lightly kissing his ear as she brought her one arm around his shoulders and neck. With her other arm, she felt his strong chest all around. She felt him all over in front and let her hand move down below his waist. His breathing had increased, as he got closer to the cave entrance. She was sucking on his ear and feeling his chest on the way. His cock was about to bust. Being held in confinement, it was now needing some release and attention. His balls were throbbing and he knew he was carrying a cum load that was going to explode. She kept her hand close to his belly as it worked itself under the waistband of his swimming suit and down to his cock. She heard him breath in really fast as she wrapped her fingers around its base and pull up. The suit he was wearing had a lot of extra room for her to keep pumping his shaft. She let go of him for just a second to fill her hand back up with his balls. She gave them a steady but firm squeeze, and then went back to pumping his cock. He wasn't about to interfere with what she was doing. He was loving her lips on his ear, moaning, feeling his chest but then, fell into complete lust as she took hold of his cock. All of her fingers were gripping and pulling his cock. Even when she had him by the balls, he felt her hunger. As they got to the inside of the cave, he noticed a protected covered area that had steps one could sit on next to the open covered area. Just before they got there, she reached down and pulled his swimming trunks down to his knees. She also reached down and pulled one leg out of the bottom of her two-piece swimsuit and pulled her breasts out of her top. As they got to the steps, he pulled her around and was greeted by her swollen breasts and pink nipples. He brought his hands up to hold them and met her lips as they kissed. Lighting went through his tongue as he felt her electricity meeting his. He lifted her legs up and felt them wrap themselves around his waist and felt her hips moving in circles, up and down. He felt his own cock moving in circles as well, trying desperately to find her and bury itself inside her sex. He found his mark but they missed. He held himself steady and waited for her. She didn't disappoint him. He help steady her as she stopped, moved slowly and placed her pussy on top of his cock as they each held themselves there. They opened their eyes, their bodies completely frozen in motion, and stared with open lust as they both started nodding yes with their heads until nature couldn't stand it any longer. Their lips crashed together as they both pushed hard to connect, and fuck. She was instantly impaled at both ends. This wonderful man's cock hand just filled a voided space in her that had been empty for years. Her honey had been soaking her from the inside and had been oozing out between her pussy lips since he took her hand to come here. It now provided lots of lubrication for his cock to slide home. His tongue was searching and shrinking her resistance. She wanted all he could give her without him holding back. He never felt such lust in his life. This woman, this sexual angel wanted him. He felt her fucking his cock as no woman ever had while milking his balls and urging him on. Her tongue was telling him to keep going, take what you want here and now, that she was very ready and needed this. Now fuck me hard with your cock mister, she thought. She felt him grow inside her. She felt the large end of his cock growing larger each time he pulled out of her to press itself on her clit before he pushed it back in. Sometimes fast, and sometimes slow, she was bringing out the animal fuck in him. She was drooling all over his neck and shoulder as he was bringing out the animal slut in her. He was alternating his hands back and forth, squeezing her ass, then moving up and squeezing her breasts. At one time, he lifter her high enough to suck, lick and gently bite her pink nipples. He felt her pussy open wide for him as he shoved his swollen cock deep in her pussy, then squeezing her cunt tight so his cock couldn't leave. It started with her toes. Her toes had started going numb as she felt her feet start shaking uncontrollably. Her legs were loosing their strength as they started shaking as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter as her shaking had now overtaken her whole body.........then it froze her. Every part of her was now alive and moving in harmony together, as her own white light of pure pleasure had arrived. Unlike other women who he had make love to before, he never felt a woman going through what he was feeling now. He was with her, but it was as if she had been taken overtaken, and it was turning him on that he helped cause this. He kept shoving his cock inside her as she froze on him and started making sounds he never heard before coming out of a woman. He also never felt his cock so hard as he continued to pleasure and fuck her. Besides, he was now getting close. It wasn't a black out that she went through. It was more of a white out. She knew she was fucking him, feeling him, letting him do to her what she had been missing. It was a separation of mind and body that she had read about, but had only happened once before to her. Closing her eyes, she saw them both from about three feet away, fucking hard and in complete bliss. They were connected, mated and tied and only two people could be as they pleased and lusted for each other without holding back. As she came to her senses, she felt him getting closer to loosing it. His breathing was changing; he was tightening his ass cheeks and was pounding his cock faster and faster in her cunt. If she didn't act now, she wouldn't find out how much he had for her, or how this man who had brought her to the white light, tasted. "Put me on the steps hon, for me, please, I want you to come in my mouth. I want it inside me, just do it, do it now" he heard her say. She was kissing his lips and telling him the same thing over and over. He knew he was loosing control and if he didn't move right now, both of them would loose this moment. He reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks very hard and squeezed while moving her over to the steps. All of his control and focus kept him from falling as he moved up the steps inside the covered and discrete cave. Stepping up to her and placing his cock inside her mouth........he let it happen. His grip on her ass made her moan in pleasure as he moved her to the steps. She now saw the cock that had been pounding her cunt as he moved up the steps. She knew water didn't stick together like the drool that was hanging off his cock as he brought his fuck stick to her mouth. It was her pussy juice still clinging to him as she inhaled his cock and lovingly wrapped her tongue around its head. She felt the drool drop down on her breasts. He didn't want to fall over into the water or on the steps, so he put his hands on each side of the hair on her head and let her control how fast she took him. He wasn't disappointed. She sucked his cock all the way in and down her throat and held him there. Her hands came up and lightly took each one of his balls in her fingers and lightly squeezed and felt them throb. She started sucking as hard as she could and she massaged them. Then, it happened................... He didn't loose control of holding back his cum; it was taken away from him. The vacuum she created when she took his cock in her throat was like nothing he felt before. In waves, his orgasm took over as he felt the white liquid from his cock leave him as he watched her look up at him and moan as he gave her more and more.....over and over. It was everything she had wanted. She wanted his cum soo bad that she forced his cock down her throat. She felt his balls quiver and did suck his cock for all she could. She had practiced taking a huge dick down her throat with her own dildo before and was now sucking cock for real this time. He was coming so much that some of his cum had overflowed over her lips and down to her breasts. He tasted very creamy and there was so much. She knew by his taste that he ate well, took care of himself and didn't smoke. Men who did take care of themselves always had better tasting cum. He felt the last waves of his orgasm pass as she took him out of her throat. She lovingly took his cock and balls in her hands and proceeded to tongue bathe him all over. She licked off his cum as well as her own pussy juice that was clinging on to his balls. She couldn't get enough of this man who had gave her what she had been waiting for. It was all very well worth it. She pulled up his swimsuit, gave his cock a quick kiss then pulled the suit all the way up. She then pushed her breasts back in her top, put her leg back into the bottom part of her suit and pulled it up. She then told him "back in the water hon." To be taken care of sexually like that was indeed a dream come true they both thought. After they were back in the water, they held each other and kissed deeply for a long time.....and just floated. He found out that she and her kids were just passing thru on vacation and lived on the east coast. She did make him memorize her phone number and made him promise to call her. He would do just that. They were going to swim here again together next year... Pool Game I've been a model for two years now and I basically just do neighborhood newspapers and stuff. I've always been proud of my 36-24-32 figure, but lately the jobs just stopped coming. So I took up baby sitting. It was all really routine, I baby sit a twelve-year-old boy, he spies on me changing, I get fired for being a slut. Except one time... I got a job babysitting an 11 year old boy, and I had just put him to bed for the night when his older brother and his three other friends came in. They had been at the local mall and had returned to spend the night. I couldn't help but notice these juicy 18 year olds were very sexy, and they noticed the same about me immediately. We began talking and the conversation led to boredom, so we decided to go play pool in the attic. We played a game called Screw Your Neighbor, where each member takes three balls, and when his or her balls are knocked in, they are out. I got out in the first minute. So we made a deal, after every person got out, they were allowed to go with me into the adjoining room to make out, but the winner got to spend the night with me. I waited in the room and about three or four minutes later a boy named David entered. He was very tall, at least 6 foot 10, with brown curly hair and long side burns. I found out he was a swimmer, which gives an accurate description of his body. He immediately plunged in and gave me a deep long kiss, I felt his tongue seperate my lips as he dove in. I yanked at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it clean off of his body, showing his rippled stomach and firm chest. His hands wandered to my chest and he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. It fell off of my back, leaving my braless tits in the wind. I could tell by his shaking hands and clumsy kisses that he was a virgin. His mouth found my tits and he sucked and sucked. I pushed him away and fell to my knees, tugging at his belt until it came free. His blue jeans fell to the floor, leaving a bright red pair of boxers present. I pulled them off with one tug and clenched ahold of his dick. It was huge, probably 10 inches long, and very sexy. I pushed as much of it as I could into my mouth and began to suck. I prided myself as being excellent at blow jobs, and credited that to becoming a model. I sucked and sucked and almost instantly he came. He was moaning, his voice cracking, and I reached down with three fingers to please myself. I ripped away my panties under my skirt and fingered the fuck out of myself. I was soon soaking wet with my cum all over my hand and legs, and his cum seeping from the corner of my mouth. I kept sucking until he was ready to pass out and he fell to the ground in a stupor. The next ones to come in were the two boys who tied for second place. One boy, Ryan, was extremely tall, at least 7'0'', and very skinny. He immediately took off all of his clothes, and I was surprised his dick didn't hit the floor, it was huge! He saw me there naked now, my skirt pulled up around my tits so as to please myself, the lifeless David at my side, and he was automatically turned on. His mighty foot- long sprang to attention as he stroked it lightly with his left hand, and licked his fingers on his right, so as to massage his nipple. I looked to the other boy, Mike, and I was in love. His shirt was off along with his pants, but a smart pair of blue briefs still clung to his waist. Ryan came up behind me and proceeded to reach around and massage my tits. I begged for Mike to come over. He was a rippling wrestler with an adorable limp that made me wet just thinking about it. He walked over to me and I screamed, for Ryan had just entered my ass with his enormous shaft. The head slipped easily in, but the rest would have to wait. He still proceeded to thrust. I reached up and pulled Mike's briefs down. I began to wonder if these kids chose friends according to dick size, because I was impressed. He automatically shoved it into my mouth. He was a virgin as well, and my patented blow job would be just enough to put him out. I pulled the skin back off the head of his massive cock and began to suck my brains out. He must have been a masturbater, because he came after a good five minutes, but was soon laying on the ground next to David. I turned upside down as Ryan thrust into my pussy. The first place winner, Brian, walked into the room as I blacked out. I had never had a dick as big as Ryan's, and I couldn't handle it. I woke up in Ryan's arms in the boys' parents bed. Now it's two years, and 47,000 fucks, later and I'm still in his arms. But now I can support little big Ryan too. This is a true story. Please send questions and comments to me! Pool Game I'm in trouble now and it looks like there’s no way out. I peer down the cue that I'm holding in my left hand, lining up a white ball in front of a solid blue one. There is a sea of green felt, dotted only with solid balls - all mine. The one solid ball that doesn't require a direct hit from me is the black one, which, unfortunately, lies squarely between the white and the blue one. I am sunk. The blue target is positioned in front of the pocket, and had the 8 ball been somewhere else, I could take the shot pretty easily. I draw my cue back and forth across my left hand, forefinger curved around the narrow end. The short, jerky in and out motion brings to mind another in and out motion of a physical variety and I get a sudden urge to go freshen my drink. I look around me, at the room, the furniture, the lights, anywhere but the pool table, where my fate lies behind a fat, black 8 ball. It looks like a linebacker to me now, because I am almost eye level with it. I have stretched my body almost prone across the table. Never mind that the dress I'm wearing, short enough when I'm standing upright, is now perilously close to being a belt. I try to remember how I got into this situation. The evening started out well enough, drinks and dinner with a business associate slash friend. Jack was a mentor of sorts for me, and we had spent a lot of time talking shop. Jack lived in Texas, so we mostly talked on the phone or by e-mail. His voice reminded me of caramels, slow and sweet. When I said this was my last night in town, he asked me to dinner. That sounded great to me, and we shared some good conversation and great food. After dinner Jack invited me back to his place to shoot some pool and I thought, why not? It wasn't late yet, and I was leaving the next day so all I really had to do was pack and catch a cab to the airport. We got to his house and after the obligatory tour, we settled into the game room. He had a pretty nice place, with a separate room that was furnished with a pool table, some comfortable chairs and a small bar. Jack went out of his way to make me feel comfortable, and I watched him as he fussed over snacks and drinks. A good-looking middle-aged man with graying hair, he stood about 5 9", and weighed in at about 180. He was dressed casually in slacks and a button down shirt for our dinner, and I must say, he wore his clothes well. We were still in the dance-around-each-other stage, and frankly, it was getting a little tiring. I was actually thinking that perhaps I should do something to liven up the evening a little, when the doorbell rang. I didn't know it at the time, but the ringing of that bell was more like a gunshot at the start of a race, with everything going faster and farther, until there was nothing to see but dust. Jack excused himself to answer the door. Soon, I could hear footsteps and another man’s voice as they approached the game room. I had just blended up some margaritas with the mix I found stowed in the cabinet and had poured the frothy lime flavored drink into two of the goofiest margarita glasses I had ever seen. I'm from the southwest, where margarita glasses take on ridiculous qualities. The stem of the glass was made to look like a cactus, green and ribbed, with little cactus arms jutting out from the sides. There was no way to actually hold the glass by the base, because you couldn't get a firm grip on the stem. The bowl was oversized, and fashioned to look like a sombrero. There was even a little coned center, where the hat was fitted over the top of the cactus. The bowl looked like it could hold better than three cups of liquid. The whole architecture of the glass was suspect, too. Neither of the glasses would sit square on the counter, and rocked slightly when I set them down. Clearly the manufacturer had never heard of the form follows function rule. Just about the time the two men, Jack and his visitor, walked through the door, I was picking up a glass and taking my first sip. Suddenly, the cactus and his hat burped a large quantity of icy tequila into the open neckline of my dress. I squealed, both from embarrassment and the shock of the cold liquid. My dress, wet and cold, hugged itself to my chest like a long lost sister. My body reacted to the ice in the normal way. That is to say, the high beams clicked to on. Jack and his guest looked at me in stunned surprise. Apparently, neither of them had ever seen a woman spontaneously enter herself into a wet T-shirt contest. Jack recovered first. He looked at me for a second and then threw back his head and roared with laughter. His friend, trying to be polite, turned his head to one side and snickered quietly. I began to giggle, then to laugh, and, with that great whooping sound you make when you've let yourself really go with hysteria, I collapsed against the bar. Between huge, gasping breaths I managed to say, "well, that really broke the ice!" This sent Jack into another fit of laughter and his visitor, who had yet to be introduced, was now barking out great big belly laughs too. After the first wave of snorting and giggling had finally passed, Jack tossed me a bar towel and I sopped up what I could from the front of me while he cleaned up the splotches from the floor. I did what I could with the dress, but it was surely ruined. I had selected a very nice sleeveless red silk number that was pretty without being too business-like. In fact, it may have been too short for a casual dinner out, but I had nice legs and a nice tan, so I wore it. Showing off my legs was one thing, but now, with the neckline of the bodice plastered to my chest, I realized that I was pretty much displaying all the curves my body had to offer. There was not much I could do about it at this point besides asking for a change of clothes, and that just seemed prudish. The guys didn't seem to mind, in any case. I caught both of them appraising my figure when they thought I wasn't looking. Introductions were made, and I found out that Jack’s friend was named William, but everyone called him Bubba. The name fit him like a glove. I mean, Bubba was a pretty big guy. At 6' 2", he could see over Jack’s head by a good 5 inches and he probably outweighed Jack by 70 pounds. A big, solid Texan, with a big, booming voice to match. I offered to make more margaritas, but Bubba suggested we just skip the sweet lime juice and ice, and go straight to the heart of the drink. Jack nodded and I said sure, I was game if they were. He pulled out three shot glasses from the cabinet, lined them up in front of the mirrored bar, and poured a couple fingers of Cuervo Gold in each. As Bubba busied himself behind the bar, I watched Jack as he finished cleaning up the mess I made. He was clearly at ease with Bubba, and his whole demeanor had changed since the time he left to answer the door. Earlier, during dinner and at his house, Jack seemed comfortable, but kind of - polite - with me. I got the feeling that he was trying to make a good impression. He asked me questions, lots of them, but didn't volunteer much information to me about himself. He appeared to be having a nice time, but we had somehow failed to click. Since the arrival of Bubba and the margarita toss, though, Jack had loosened up quite a bit. He was laughing easily, and joking with his friend. And, a funny thing happened. Once Jack relaxed, so did I. I never did find out why Bubba showed up in the first place. It could have been that Jack invited him, or he just popped in unexpectedly. Either way, it was apparent that Jack and Bubba were good friends, and their camaraderie made it easy for me to let loose myself. We each went through the tequila ritual, rubbing a slice of lime on the back of our hands and shaking salt over the moist spot. Jack raised his glass and clinked the other two. Then, instead of licking the salt from his hand, as is customary, he leaned over and slurped the salt from the tender spot between my thumb and forefinger. I looked at him in surprise and could feel a grin spread across my face. It was a spontaneous move, and I was delighted. I turned to Bubba and raised my eyebrows as if to say, "Well? What are YOU going to do?" Bubba took the glass from my other hand, rubbed the lime on the fleshy part of my thumb and dusted the spot with salt. He licked the salt from my hand, and then tossed back his shot. Now, it was my turn. I took each of their hands in both of mine, and starting with Bubba, I slowly licked the salt from his skin. Jack’s was next and, instead of licking the area, I used my teeth to scrape the salt from it, biting and nibbling down the length of his thumb. Jack picked up my tequila and held it to my lips. I tilted my head back while he poured the amber liquid into my mouth. Bubba pushed the slice of lime up to my teeth to suck the juice from it after I swallowed my share. The evening had suddenly gotten much more interesting. The tequila loosened us all up a bit more, and within a short time we were laughing and flirting with each other. I was beginning to feel the charge of sexual electricity as the alcohol spread through me. The guys were having a great time, and so was I. Jack proved to be a very witty man and took great delight in teasing me. No slouch in the wit department, I gave back verbal jabs as we slowly began sparring, trading banter and barbs, mostly laced with sexual references. Sometimes the guys ganged up on me, two big boys against one lone girl, after which I would stick out my lower lip in a pout. Sometimes Bubba traded sides and helped me get digs into Jack. The alcohol was skewering our logic and our sensibility. The two men decided that I could no longer sit down unless there was a lap under me, and they passed me back and forth like a child. We each did another tequila shot, but this time, I poured a healthy dose of it into my mouth and quickly leaned over Jack, releasing the Cuervo past his lips, and covering them with my own. We kissed, tongue and tequila, until both of us had swallowed most of it. Not all made it to the proper destination, but instead leaked out the corners and ran down our chins. We both found this method to be hilarious fun, and did our next two shots the same way. Bubba still drank his tequila the old fashioned way, from a glass. However, he made a big production of finding new spots of exposed skin to lick the lime and salt combo from. Bubba would point out an area of my body, and then would confer with Jack about the location and the ease of accessibility, whether it would be a ticklish spot or a tender one. The more I protested, the worse the two of them got. In mock seriousness they discussed whether the area would be rough, like sand paper, or smooth like glass, whether it would smell or taste differently. We laughed with the great abandon that only a good alcohol buzz can give you, everything just seemed extremely funny. When they finally settled on a new spot I offered it up for seasoning. One time when they selected my knee-pit I flopped belly down on the bar and while they took turns pressing their mouths to my legs I laughed until tears were running freely down my cheeks. We played some pool, and although I play pretty well, my game was suffering from the alcohol. The guys were relentless, teasing me about each missed shot, and finally, I let my bruised ego do the talking. Or maybe it was the tequila. They weren’t playing very well, either. Both men were complaining, loudly, that I was a major distraction to their game. I protested, pointing out that I couldn't possibly be distracting them from my place at the bar, even if I did have my leg propped up on the bar stool! Jack said he didn't have to see me to be distracted, he could smell me - perfume and margaritas. It was my entire fault that his game was in the toilet. I countered, saying that his pool playing skills were dismal, and he was just using me as an excuse. The blame game went on, escalating after each botched shot, until I finally let my mouth run away with me, and said, "OK, guys. You asked for it. You think I'm distracting you now, just wait and see what happens next! If I lose this game, I'll give you a distraction you'll never forget!" Jack raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked, an amused smirk covering his face. "What, exactly are you going to do?" I bounced off the bar stool, listed precariously to one side, righted myself again and boasted, "You'll see! I can make it pretty hard for you to play a game of pool, you know!" And, that's how I got to this point. I bend back over the pool table. Jack has moved from the opposite side of the room to a spot directly behind me. He doesn't even pretend to have some sort of business on this side of the room. He simply walks over. I feel my face turn red. My ass end is pretty much hanging out of the dress, I know it, he knows it, even Bubba is looking for a reason to wedge himself between me and the wall. I draw back my cue, and hit the shiny white ball low and on the left. It rolls past the 8 ball, banks off the side and heads toward the blue. The two balls kiss; making a sweet clicking sound, and the blue pool ball leisurely begins its journey. I hold my breath, and all three of us watch in awe as the ball does something none of us expect it to do. It falls squarely into the pocket! I climb down from the pool table and adjust my dress, although at this point it's sort of like the barn door closing after the horse has made his exit. I do a little dance, twirling my arms and hips in the classic football touchdown move. Jack and Bubba are watching me intently as I survey the table. I only have to make the 8 ball to win the game, but it will not be easy. I was never good at leaving myself a decent shot, and this time was no exception. The 8 ball and the cue ball were only inches apart, and only inches from the corner pocket where the blue ball just disappeared. I don't have much room to get a decent roll on the cue ball and the 8 ball was going to have to travel a long way into the nearest pocket. I walk around the table and call my shot. "8 ball side pocket", pointing to the right side of the table. I have to hit the 8 ball high and on the left if it has any chance of going into the hole. My heart is pounding as I draw my cue back, line up the shot, blink back the tequila that's now clouding my vision and take it. The cue ball hits the 8 ball squarely in the center with a loud smack. We watch, and each of us knows there is no way it is going into the pocket. The 8 ball bounces harmlessly against the side of the pool table. It is Jack’s turn and I have left him a beautiful shot. The room is very quiet and he looks at me for a long time. Even in my drunken state, I can read what is behind his expression. He is asking me if I want to continue with the game. I nod. A bet is a bet, after all. "Take the shot, Jack", I say softly. He does as he is told, speeding the 8 ball into the corner pocket, as clean as you please. Nothing but net, as the saying goes. "Well, guys, now you'll find out what a real distraction is", I say. I am fairly drunk, and a couple of the words come out funny. "Well, gush, now you'll find out wha' a real dishtrachtion is" is what I really say. We laugh, but the mood has become more serious suddenly. I ask Jack to lower the lights in the room. He turns off all but the hanging light over the pool table, and the small bar light. He returns to the pool table and stands next to Bubba. It is time to pay up. My hands are shaking as I reach behind me, slowly unzipping my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. My chest heaves in and out as I stand before the two men in a red lace bra and matching sheer thong panty set. It leaves little to the imagination. I realize I am still wearing my shoes. Red medium heeled sandals. I had no idea I was so color coordinated until this moment. I lock eyes, first with Jack, then with Bubba. They both smile, but neither one says a word. They are both breathing heavily too, and I can feel the sexual tension building around me. I walk to the pool table and retrieve the balls from the pockets to set up for the next game. Jack goes first. He breaks, and sinks two little ones. He is now required to call all his shots. He circles the table, looking for his next round victim. He finds a candidate and points to the corner pocket. I walk to where he is pointing and stand, waiting. Bubba moves behind me and places his hands on my waist. He asks me if I am ready and I nod yes. Bubba lifts me up until I am kneeling at the corner pocket, legs spread at right angles. My choice of underwear was made solely to avoid panty lines under my dress. They are not able to provide the necessary coverage I need at this moment. I lightly sit back on my heels, but cannot balance myself on the narrow ledge. Bubba helps me again and braces me with his hands. Jack is looking at my face, trying to read my expression, but I can see that he really wants to direct his gaze lower. He is a gentleman at heart. I know he does not want me to continue with this game if I am in over my head. I give him a smile. This seems to appease him and he leans over the table, lining up his shot. He must look straight down the cue to the pocket, over which I am crouched. It is a very sweet view. He takes a long time lining up his shot and twice he loses his grip on his cue, rolling off his fingers and clattering to the table. Both times he clears his throat as if to mumble an apology, but words have escaped him. He tightens his fist around the long stick, draws back and thrusts his cue forward. The cue ball makes contact, and his target ball heads right toward me. I lift my hips slightly and the ball drops into the pocket. Bubba circles his large hands around my waist and lifts me off the table. Jack calls his next shot. We go through the same routine over a different pocket, only this time, Jack misses the shot. I cannot help but flash him a satisfied smile and gently chide him on his pool playing skill. Jack’s face is flushed with a peculiar shade of red and I would guess it is not due to embarrassment over the missed shot. It is Bubba’s turn to play. He calls his shot and Jack lifts me to my position at the table. While Bubba limited his touch to my waist, Jack’s hands make soft contact with my thighs, my arms, back and belly. He braces my body with his own, pressing against me from behind. Bubba is now privileged with the same scenery Jack had, and does his best to concentrate on his game. He takes his shot, and misses by a mile. All three of us laugh, and I realize I have been trembling with nervousness. I relax and begin to enjoy this new game. I have proved my point; neither of them could shoot worth a damn with me hovering over the pockets. Bubba and Jack trade places again. Jack circles the pool table, looking for a shot. He passes on one that he could have made rather easily and I look quizzically at him. When he points to a corner pocket I understand. The corners are both easier for me to balance on and force me to sit back on my heels while I open my legs wide. The side pockets are more difficult to perch over, thus there is less to see. Jack sets up for his shot and Bubba helps me up. Leaning over the pool table Jack draws back his cue and just as he thrusts his stick toward the cue ball I drop my hand between my legs. My fingers tug gently at the fabric and then push their way underneath. Jack grunts in lustful surprise. The cue skids off to one side, glances off the object ball and sends it spinning in place. Because Bubba is standing behind me, he does not see what I am doing. He sees Jack's expression though, and he folds his large body over mine to look down. Bubba heaves in a large breath and takes too long to exhale. They have had enough. Both men are done playing now. Bubba circles his arms around my waist and lifts me slightly while Jack comes around the side of the table and grasps my legs. Like three children playing swing-me, they lay me down lengthwise onto the green felt. Brightly colored solid and striped balls are pushed out of the way to make room. Jack removes my shoes and literally flings them across the room. I hear glass break and turn my head to see one of the margarita glasses fall in pieces onto the tile floor. Pool Game "I am NOT cleaning that up." I say drunkenly. Jack and Bubba both ignore me. My panties and bra follow the shoes, fluttering into the darkness like soft red birds out for a nighttime flight. I am completely naked with Jack at my feet, Bubba at my head. I feel my legs being pushed apart and Jack’s hands covering me where my panties were only a few short moments before. He is exploring my body, urgently probing and squeezing everywhere over the exposed skin. Bubba is paying attention to my face and breasts with just as much eagerness. I cannot focus on just one sensation, there is too much happening to my body to try and concentrate. The two men are intent on pleasing me; Bubba is sucking my nipples while Jack is dedicated to massaging my pussy. I hear mewling sounds mixed with short, breathy screams and I wonder who let the cat in. It dawns on me finally that I am the one making all that noise. I think that perhaps I should at least attempt to reciprocate for one or both of them and I struggle to sit up. Bubba holds me firmly back onto the pool table. "No, no, no." he whispers. "This is for you." I lift my head and look at Jack. He just smiles at me and nods. The tequila has washed away any inhibitions I may have had and I open my legs for Jack to work his fingers inside my body. Lifting my hips I grind into his hand and push his fingers deeper into me. Bubba has found the sweet spot on my shoulder right at the base of my neck and is covering me there with kisses. The sensations are so overwhelming I cannot stay still. My legs bend and straighten, my arms tighten and relax. I am making so much noise I think that soon someone is going to cover my face with a pillow. Jack yanks on my calves, spinning my body around so I am at cross-angles with the table, my hips resting on the railing. My legs dangle into space. Jack leans over my pussy and lowers his face to me while Bubba moves behind Jack to grasp my ankles. He places my feet against his chest and holds my knees wide apart. Already aroused to a frantic pitch I thrust my hips into Jack’s face, using Bubba's chest for leverage. Jack grabs my ass and holds me to him, his mouth buried in my pussy. I press deeper and then pull away, pressing and pulling until I explode into orgasm, shouting Jack’s name as I cum, along with a couple of oh-god's and at least one fuck. I am panting with heat; I want more now so I beg Jack to take me off the table. He obliges, scooping me up and lowering me to the floor. I kneel in front of him, fumbling with the zipper of his slacks. He helps me as much as he can, but the tequila has affected him too, and he staggers a little trying to work his pants off. We both realize at the same time that his shoes are still on. "Oh, fuck it." he mutters, and grabs me by the waist, flipping me onto my hands and knees. It is just what I want. I back my ass up to his cock and push him into my pussy. He starts to move his hips into me and I ask him to be still. He does as I ask and I rock back and forth onto his cock, fucking him fast and slow until I can hear him getting ready to cum. I suddenly remember Bubba and turn my head to look for him. I spot him in the soft winged back chair; his pants puddled around his ankles, cock in hand. His eyes are riveted on us and I decide that he's doing fine on his own. Jack is close to cumming and I slam my hips back into his. That is what he needs and he hisses as he empties his balls into me, a long, thin scream escaping thru clenched teeth. I hear a similar sound from the direction of the wing chair. Drunk, exhausted and satisfied, I collapse onto my belly. Jack is reluctant to leave and he follows me to the floor. We lay together, face down, panting from the exertion. Slowly my breathing becomes somewhat normal and I try to squirm from under Jack. He has me pinned to the carpet like a wrestler with the winning move. I hear snoring and start to giggle. Jack hears it too and we both laugh softly. Bubba has succumbed to the elements and is sleeping it off in the wing chair. Jack moves his body off mine and helps me up. We wobble together for a moment to try and find our balance while yanking Jack’s pants back up. "Is he going to be ok there?" I ask, jerking my head in Bubba's direction. "He's slept in that chair many times." Jack replied, and then adds, "although not with his pants down like that." We both smile but are too tired to really laugh. "Take me to bed Jack." I say, a tiny belch escaping my lips. "Oh, that's attractive." Jack kids me as we trudge up the stairs to his room. I don't bother to point out that tequila also gives me.....well, never mind. Perhaps he'll be too drunk to notice. Pool Girl It's the end of a long week and I'm heading to Brannagins, it's a nice place, a restaurant with a bar connected to the pool room next door. Brannagins is packed, when I give my name to the hostess she tells me it'll be at least an hour before a table is available. Asking me if I would like to wait in the bar I tell her no I'll be playing pool. Compared to Brannagins the pool room is deserted, it's dimly lit with just the bartender and two guys at the bar. Picking a table in the back of the room, I start hitting the balls around, just wasting time until they call me for my table. The sudden quite in the room makes me look up and see her standing in the doorway, a older woman, not very tall, just five six or so, but cute. It's the way she's dressed that explains the quite, her skirt is short, very short, so short that the tops of her nylons are about four inches below her hem and you can just catch a glimpse of her panties. Her shoes are very high heels. As she starts into the room she stumbles, almost falling. One of the guys at the bar catches her by the arm, steadying her. Asking if she's ok, she shyly shakes her head yes. Laughing he offers her his hand. Hi I'm Bill and my friend over there is Bob, how bout I buy you a drink. She stands there looking at him indecisively then slowly smiling she shakes his offered hand. My name is Elaine, I'm sorry but I don't usually go to bars, yes thank you, I could really use a drink. What would you like asks Bill. Thinking about it for a minute, she asks him if there is a drink called a Slow Screw. Smiling and looking in her eyes, Bill says yea, you look like you could use a slow screw, and I would love to give it to you. Blushing, she looks down as Bill orders her drink, but takes his hand and lets him lead her to the bar. Paying for her drink he gives the bartender a hundred saying, keep them coming, make them doubles, and make sure her glass is never empty. The bartender smiles, gives him a thumbs up and shakes his head yes. In the light from the pool table I see her blouse is very thin, almost transparent, her blouse and the thin lacy bra she's wearing hides nothing, I can see her dark areolas and hard nipples like she's wearing nothing. It never fails, just when it's getting interesting the hostess calls my name and I leave to go eat. About an hour later, after a great meal, I decide to check on the pool girl and see how she's houlding up. As I walk in the door I see Bills making progress, she's a little drunk and their playing pool, Bill and Bob against her. There's only one button holding her blouse closed and when Bob sinks his shot they start chanting button, button, unbutton the button. Her face turns bright red when she realizes it's her last button, shaking her head no, she covers her breast with her arm. Bill taunts her, you made the bet, not me, if it had gone the other way he would have lived up to the bet, but if she can't maybe she should leave. Taking a deep breath, she looks into his eyes and smiles, your right, I lost and I never welsh on a bet, so ok Bill, go ahead do it, unbutton it, at the same time she pulls his head down and kisses him. Fumbling with the button until it finely undone and not knowing what to do next he doesn't move. Come on Bill get with it, I thought you two wanted to fuck me. Stepping back Bill looks shocked. What's the matter Bill, surely you two wanted to do more then to see my bra. Taking his hand she places it on her tit, come on Bill squeeze it, squeeze my tittie, play with my nipple, suck it, bite it. Finely coming around, he squeezes her tit, and pinches her nipple. Yea baby, I love it when a man pinches my nipples. Grabbing his hair she pulls him towards her, kissing him harder, her tongue exploring his lips, probing his mouth. He has his hands on her waist, and he responds to her kiss by sliding his hands up, his thumbs pushing under the band of her bra. Lifting up on her bra, her tits pop into view, firm with a slight bounce as they settle, her nipples as hard as large pebbles. Squeezing her tit hard, he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, then biting softly, it causes her to moan. Yea baby, that's right, suck on it, bite it, pinch the other one. Placing his right hand between her legs, he rubs her pussy, paying special attention to her clit, this causes her to moan, and her legs start to shake. Moaning she spreads her legs as far apart as she can, placing one foot on the bar rail, reaching down she pushes on his hand. Come on Bill, put your finger in me, fuck me with your hand, make me cum baby, make me cum now, let me feel my juices run down my legs, do it, do it harder, I need more, I need to cum now. Pushing her panties to one side he pushes a finger in, then two.His hand is a blur, slapping her clit as he fucks her cunt with his fingers. She's moaning, and her legs are shaking, and when he kisses her neck, biting her ear lobe, her body convulses in a huge orgasm, her juices soaking his hand and running down her legs, a puddle forming on the floor. When she first walked in the door, I never though she would do anything like this, but what she did next just blew my mind. Reaching down she pulls Bill's zipper down, then pulling his cock out she starts stroking it, then reaching for Bob she pulled his head over and kissed him. You won the bet too Bob, then dropping to her knees, she takes Bills cock in in her hand, stroking it. Looking up at Bob, she tells him, if you want some of this you have to take your cock out. Turning her attention back to Bill, she licks the head of his cock, her tongue tasting the precum, then opening her mouth she takes his cock in her mouth, all of him, slowly sucking him off. Looking over at Bob, she reaches for his cock, she hesitates when she see's it, even soft it's enormous, as she takes it in her hand she's not able to circle it. As she's sucking his cock, Bill grabs her by the hair, roughly forcing his cock all the way in her mouth, she responds by grabbing his ass and pulling him to her. As he's watching them, Bobs cock starts getting hard, soon it's huge, at least twelve inches long and as big around as a beer bottle. Pushing Bill away she stands, turning to Bob, she pushes him against the pool table, then drops to her knees and try's to suck his enormous cock. Unable to fit her mouth around it she strokes it, licking the head and teasing his balls with her tongue. She undoes his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor, pushing back as she stands, she has him lay on the pool table, then leaning over she strokes his cock, sucking his balls. Bill behind her, lifts her short shirt up, exposing her lacy white panties. Ripping her panties off, he buries two fingers in her pussy, the pleasure she feels, almost causes her legs to give out. Taking his cock in his hand, he places the tip against her sopping wet cunt hole, brutally forcing his cock in. As he starts fucking her pussy, she responds by pushing back, fucking him hard, looking back at him over her shoulder, she tells him to put a finger in her ass. Smiling he placing his index finger against her asshole and pushes, his finger soaked with her juices slides in easily. One finger in her ass, his cock in her pussy, he starts fucking her, fast and hard. As her orgasm starts building, she try's to suck Bobs cock again, straining she gets the head in her mouth. When she cums Bob grabs her hair, forcing his cock in her mouth, causing her to gag, but she just keeps sucking, wanting more of his cock, pumping him hard with her hand, she has him almost ready to cum. As her orgasm subsides, she comes to her senses and she stops, telling him not yet, pushing Bill away and climbing on the table she straddles him. Putting his cock against her cunt hole, she pushes back, hard, but it won't go in, its just too big. Bob takes over, and with one arm he pulls her against his chest, holding her tight. With the other he guides his huge cock to her cunt hole, with one big hard thrust it's in. Damn that fuckers big, don't move, give me a chance to get used to it, fuck it's big, don't move Bob, let me do it. Closing her eyes she slowly pulls out, then pushing down she starts working it in inch by inch until it's all in. Opening her eyes she smiles, ok baby, go slow, give me time to get used to that big fucker, come on fuck me, just go slow at first. That's all Bob needs, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, he pulls out then slamming it home, hard, lifting her off the table. He's brutal, fucking her hard, after a few minuets the look on her face is pure lust. Bill, going to the side of the table grabs her hair, pulling her head over to him, he pushing his prick between her lips, fucking her mouth hard, she has her hand on his ass, pulling him towards her, forcing his cock down her throat. Pulling her mouth off his dick, she looks him in the eyes, get the lube out of my purse. He try's to push his cock back in her mouth, but she pushes it away, the lube now, and you Bob, slow down, I don't want you cuming yet. Holding the lube in his hand, Bill stands there waiting, watching Bob fuck her. My asshole you idiot, lube my asshole, then put your cock in, I want you both fucking me. Getting on the table behind her, he opens the lube, putting some on a finger he pushes it in her asshole, working the lube in. As she loosens up he puts two fingers in. More lube, put more lube in my asshole, come on get my ass loosened up, put another finger in, then I want your cock in there, I want both your cocks in me at the same time, I want you both fucking me, one in my ass, one in my pussy, filling me, stretching me open, fucking me hard, pounding in me. Bill tells Bob to stop, placing the head of his cock against her tiny asshole, he pushes hard. Her asshole resists, then slowly gives way, stretching open, as the head of his cock pushes in. Gasping, she try's to pull away, NO STOP, please it's to big, it hurts, please stop, but her struggling does no good, Bob has both arms around her and she can't move. Laughing Bill grabs her hips, pulling her back as hard as he can, he buries his cock in her asshole, his thighs slapping her ass. Gasping she try's to pull away, but with Bob's arms wrapped around her squeezing her, holding her so tight she can't move, its no use. Bobs huge cock is buried in her pussy. Bills cock is in her ass, Bobs holding her so tight she can't move. Please no, please it's more then I can take, it's too much, your ripping me apart, let me fuck you one at a time please. You asked for it bitch, I'm not stopping now, not with my cock buried in your ass, not when I can feel Bobs cock rubbing my cock in your pussy. Holding her hips tightly, Bill pulls out then pushes in hard. When he's half way in, Bob starts pulling out. Bill pushing hard, buries his cock in her ass. Elaine gasping in pain, begs them to stop, but as Bill and Bob work into a rhythm one in, one out, picking up speed, harder and faster, her lust starts building . YEA BABY, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY PUSSY, MAKE ME CUM, LET ME FEEL YOUR HOT CUM, I CAN FEEL BOTH COCKS, FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME CUM . Watching this the bartender can't take it any longer, he goes to the pool table, then kneeling on the table he grabs her by the hair, pulling her head over, trying to force his cock in her mouth. Feeling his cock rubbing her lips, she opens her mouth, sucking his cock in, his balls slapping her chin, but she's too lost in lust too care. The bartender holding her hair, buries his cock in her throat and lets go, his cum filling her mouth, running down her chin. Bob starts screaming that he's cuming, and lets go, his cocks pounding her pussy. DON'T STOP, FUCK ME HARDER, I CAN FEEL YOUR CUM, GIVE ME YOUR CUM, I 'M CUMING, FUCK ME ,FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE DON'T STOP, O MY GOD I'M CUMING AGAIN . Bill pounding his cock in her ass yells at Bob, hold the bitch tight, I'm getting ready to cum, I want to fuck her asshole hard, I want her to remember me. Each time he goes in he lifts her off the table then One final hard thrust and Bill cums, as Elaine feels his hot fluids filling her ass she moans, her body starts shaking. O MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN, STOP PLEASE, no more, please no more, I can't cum anymore, I'm done. But as they pull their cocks out, another orgasm takes her, her body is shaking uncontrollably, she screams that she's cumming again, her juices mixed with their cum are soaking the pool table. Sliding off the table Bill sits in a chair, Elaine turning sucks Bobs soft cock, cleaning the mixture of cum off his dick. When Bob try's too taste her pussy she pushes him away and jumps off the table and straightens her dress. Starting to put her bra back on, I tell her leave it, tie your shirt, but leave it unbutton and lets go home.I want everybody to know you got fucked in here when we walk out. Ok baby what ever you want, I hope that's what you wanted for your birthday, was it as good for you as it was for me. Standing up, I let the bulge in my pants answer her question. Kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth I can taste the bartenders cum. Taking her hand I lead her through the restaurant, stinking of sex with cum running down her legs. I can't wait to get to the motel and bury my face in her pussy, clean her, taste her, so when we get to the car I lift her on the hood and bury my face in her cunt. People are walking by but I don't care, when she cums it's hers and Bobs cum I taste. Standing I enter her, pushing my hard cock into her cum soaked cunt it is fantastic, better then I could ever imagine. In my ass baby, fuck me in my ass, I want your cock in my asshole, I need your cock in my asshole, from now on I want you to finish in my asshole, I want to feel your hot cum in my asshole when I cum. In thirty years of marriage this is the first time she's begged for my cock in her ass. Placing the tip of my cock against her asshole I push, it only takes a few strokes and were both cuming. Happy birthday lover, hope you liked it as much as I did. What do you have planned for mine?