3 comments/ 21966 views/ 10 favorites Pool Night By: LovesNipples It had been two weeks since the all-night card game that had turned into a night beyond belief, beyond fantasies. The night on which 7 men, including my man, had viewed me, felt me, touched me, licked me, spanked me, dumped their cum in and on me. Each had grown an erection larger than he thought possible, held it unbearably long, and then between them thrust every possible body part into each crevice my body offered. I had been hand fucked, rubbed off on, jacked off on, mouth fucked and had my ass invaded and exploded into by my own man while another pumped his dick into my face and shot his cum down my throat. In the end, after every other man in the room couldn't quite manage to come one more time, my man had fucked me silly, laid out in front of the rest. It had taken days of pampering and relaxation to begin to heal my ass sore from spanking and fucking, my neck and lips raw from beards and mustache rubs, the bites and hickeys from enthusiastic mouths. My man even relaxed his usual plans for daily or every-other day sex, knowing my capacity had been temporarily exhausted. But quickly, and encouraged by the tender attention he gave to my body, I began to feel my usual arousal at his approach. One of the things I reflected on immediately after the fuck-fest was that I now held great knowledge about these men. It gave me a sense of power to know that every one of them would wonder whenever they saw me if that night would be the next time my man decided to display, to expose or to share me. That is what came to mind the night he took my hand with that look in his eye- not the look of sexual need or arousal, but the confidence that he alone was my master. He did not speak. He simply took my hand with a commanding manner, and led me to my dressing area. I could tell from past knowledge that his slave was about to be dressed by her master. He selected a push-up bra with tiny wisps of lace that covered my nipples, and a thong in the same cream color. I stood without moving while he quickly stripped me of my jeans and soft sweater, and stepped back to silently asses and admire my naked body. My tits, heavy and full, drooped somewhat, as was inevitable with their size. The pink nipples had leapt to attention as soon as their normal bra was stripped away, and they hardened and darkened under his gaze. I could tell he was enjoying the sight of their darker pink, surrounded by pink-tan areolas, standing out from the cream-white of the globes of my tits. Swiftly he lifted each globe to ease it onto the shelf of the new, sexy pushup bra. His fingers caressed my nipples as he positioned the lace. But just as quickly, he evidently decided to indulge himself in his own slave's treats, and he pushed the lace aside a bit roughly, and covered my nipples with his mouth. He was so talented at sucking my tits. He knew exactly what would give them most pleasure and give me most arousal. I could feel the little knot of sexual excitement begin to form in my belly. But he was not sucking to arouse me this time; he was taking for himself whatever he wanted. He was my Master, and he was in charge. His teeth clamped down on my hard, flexible nipple. I squealed, twisting, and he jerked his head away long enough to slap my tit, hard. I knew what that meant, without words. Although he loved hearing me squeal, adding to his pleasure at mastering me, he would not tolerate pulling away. It would be punished by a slap, or worse. Immediately, his hand grasped my other tit, hard. Squeezing it, extending it into a protruding cone, he clamped down on this nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. Licking, sucking, tongue on the hardened tip; he again stirred the beginnings of my desire. This time, the bites were nibbles on the nipple and the sides of my tit. I moaned softly, and obediently stood where he had placed me. Now he pulled back and readjusted that bra. Softly he stroked the lace into place over my engorged nipples. My excitement was definitely in the opening stages of what would need to conclude with orgasm, or more likely, orgasm after orgasm. I was now looking forward to this night. He stepped back and handed me the thong. Wanting to please him, I leaned forward deeply in front of him, letting my heavy mams sway and the nipples peek-a-boo out of the lace. I threaded my feet through the thong, then turned so my ass was directly facing him. I spread my legs ever so slightly, hoping the sight of my ass and the suggestion that he had the power to spread its cheeks or the labia of my pussy with whatever he chose would arouse him further than my tits had already. I slid the thong very slowly up my legs, settled its triangle of cloth across my pussy and allowed the thong itself to slip up my ass and work its way deep into my ass crevice. Pulling it tight, I knew it separated the cheeks of my ass ever so slightly, and I made sure this was fully on display to my master before I stood. Smack! He slapped me firmly across the exposed ass cheeks, smiled and then handed me a leather mini-skirt. I wriggled into the skirt, which stretched tightly across my ass, down over my hips and about 4 inches down my thighs. I made sure that the wiggles not only allowed my ass to jiggle a bit, but also to make my titties sway, bounce and challenge the support shelf to keep them suspended upright despite their weight. I wanted my man/master to wonder just slightly if my heavy tits would overcome the bra and come spilling out. Now came a blouse. So we were going out, I guessed. But this blouse was extremely sheer, a chiffon covering which served to display rather than hide. I slipped it on, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sheer material fell from my shoulders to the hills of my tits, shaping tightly to them and exposing their round, full contours above the bra. That bra was doing its difficult job: holding them firm, supporting the weight while looking like almost-bare lace. But across my nipples, the understructure was gone and the lace was all that concealed the pink points. Caressed by the lace and the chiffon, they were maintaining the extreme hardness that Master's assault on them had produced. Looking at me, anyone could see the slight tan of my skin where it was exposed in a bathing suit, contrasted with the whiteness of the mounds of my tits normally covered by a halter top. You could see the tan lines where they crossed the swell of breast, and follow the lines down to where they intersected with the lacy bra. It was easy to see the structure and shape of the bra. Eyes were drawn to the slight dark pinkness of my nipples, being only barely concealed by the lace and the chiffon. And their shape was emphasized by this color change and the whisper layer of chiffon. Tiny peaks, breaking the line of the chiffon, were beckoning to be touched, to be pinched, to be pulled and bitten. I doubted that anyone seeing me tonight would wonder at whether my nipples were brown or pink, whether they were naturally soft or erect. The evidence was staring at them, and they would probably be staring back at the evidence. In fact, in my experience, most men would not be able to glance at me without locking onto the almost-displayed nipples and immediately imagining them in his mouth. Few men would be able or interested in putting their attention on any other woman or in any other part of me, when my tits were thus displayed. "Target fixation" is what my Master called it and my nipples and tits were their targets. The rest of the blouse gathered in to my waist, making those breasts appear even larger than they were. The loose material below the waist extended down almost half of the leather skirt, easily visible beneath the chiffon. It ended just above the most protruding part of my ass, emphasizing that booty tightly encased in leather and rounded in luscious mounds. If there was an ass-man in the crowd who had gotten past the sight of my jumbo tits, he would be looking at this rear view. My master held out a shoe and reached for one foot, then the other. Of course, shoes for this outfit had to be 4" heels, so as he slipped each on and I rebalanced on the stilts, my ass pushed out even further. My tits swayed again with this movement, reminding my master that there were buttons to be considered. He began buttoning at the bottom, below the waist, up two, three, and slipping his fingers into my cleavage, he considered. Would he want to keep me open to below my tits, allowing the bra to be exposed in the cleavage? Or, trying it, he considered whether buttoning up to the level of my nipples gave the most tension to the chiffon, pulling it tight across the swelling nipples and creating the perfect packaging for my pretty, perfect boobs? He turned slightly away, leaving the buttoning done to the nips. The tension increased the friction across my nipples, exciting them even more and pushing them out further. The color deepened also, showing even more through the fabric. He smiled, slipping a golden pendant over my head, dangling enticingly against the material covering the deep cleavage cleft. Suddenly, his fingers were on both nipples, pulling firmly through the lace and the chiffon, pinching and extending them. This was evidently giving him pleasure also, as I could see the swell of a hard-on beginning to bulge his pants tight. He rubbed his member along my thigh, bare to the tiny mini-skirt, and he groaned slightly. But he obviously had other plans in mind. I would not get release from the sexual urges that were taking hold of me; at least, not now. But I had no doubts that my need for orgasms would be met by the end of the night. He produced my leather coat. Long enough to skim my hips, belted tightly, this would be the only covering my bouncing mounds would get. Wrapped in leather, legs lengthened and shaped by the heels, ass caressed and shaped by leather that barely covered it; this would be the sight that would be on view to start with wherever we were going. And when the unwrapping occurred, some dicks somewhere would be rising to the occasion. We pulled up in front of a bar. Not too swanky, but not a dive either. I made sure to show plenty of leg to my man as he opened the car door for me and helped me out. As we walked through the door, I could see plenty of male eyes checking me out. And sure enough, I saw three of the men from two weeks ago giving their full attention to my form, even though it was still wrapped in the leather coat. And they were not alone. As we crossed the main bar and headed for a side room, I saw several men pick up their beers or their drinks, and subtly or not-so-subtly follow in my wake. The room we were headed to, I could see, held a full-size pool table. The lighting was centered on the table, with the room's edges in partial shadow. Four men were mid-way through a game, and looked up to carefully check out my legs, and the soft leather wrapping tightly around my torso. After seating me at a table in the shadows, my man headed to the bar. I was proving quite a distraction to the men at the table. I could hear the comments, as they intended. "Oh, baby, I won't leave you at a table alone." "How about some company?" "I'd like to peel the leather off those babies. And peel whatever's under it too". Each would take his time lining up a shot, while the other three speculated about my partially-hidden assets or claimed that their own assets would convince me to abandon my man and throw myself at them. Evidently, my man wasn't about to tempt fate too long with these horny gents so close, and with the other tables quickly filling with men from the main room. He quickly appeared with a Grande Cadillac margarita for himself, and a Kir Royale for me. He slid into his seat next to me, and handed me the bubbly drink filling the flute. He toasted me with his margarita, and I raised the glass to my lips. The bubbles, perfectly flavored with currant and good quality champagne, cooly tickled my tongue and left warmth in their wake. One set of eyes across the aisle were following the movements of my lips, mouth and throat intently. The man smiled slightly, following the course of the champagne. It was obvious that he was imagining that what I was swallowing was not a drink but the content of his dick as he spilled his cum into my mouth and it pulsed down my throat. And he smiled with the confidence of someone who has acted out this particular fantasy. Yes, one of the Card Players. And as I had suspected, it only took seeing me, not even viewing any hidden glimpses of my tits or ass, to take him back to that moment two weeks ago when he shoved his dick into my mouth for real. My man motioned me to loosen the leather belt that held the coat closed. I complied, shaking my body slightly, and the coat swung partially open. At least 10 sets of eyes followed my movements, and bore into the shadowed cleft between my uplifted but mostly revealed tits. But large as those tits were, they kept the main body of the coat lapels suspended on my peaks. 10 sets of eyes: my man's, the 4 at the pool table, the Card man- no, 3 more men I recognized from that night had also taken their seats at various tables within easy eye-shot. Every one of them was intently exploring with their eyes, seeking to discover for themselves exactly how much of my body was revealed now, and to anticipate how much more they might be able to get revealed later. The reality right now was that my creamy mounds were rising boldly from the shadow of my cleavage, barely covered by the chiffon. The leather still concealed my nipples, but the promise of the full handfuls suggested by what was in view was captivating what was now overtly my audience. The loosened coat also showed how short was the miniskirt I wore, and how tightly it stretched over my hips, my thighs and curved over my ass. It seemed that one or two of the men were appreciating my legs, even with the distraction of tits almost on display. The music from the main bar was somewhat muffled in here, but contributed a pulsing beat to the warming atmosphere. The pool game continued, with the men reluctantly pulling their attention back to it, while shooting me glances and lusty looks. They were not expert players, but not horrible either. The game see-sawed back and forth, with one or two balls finding holes, but no one clearing the table. Finally, the last ball sunk, money picked up and the next round ordered, the men looked around for their next opponents. Two of the four at the table were adjusting their hats, adjusting their jeans which now appeared to have shrunk slightly in response to the tempting show I was giving them, and putting on jackets. They left the bar, and I noticed that the bar was noticeably emptier. I realized that closing time was nearing, and the bar crowd was thinning out. Even some of the men from our card game had evidently left for the evening, figuring that they'd seen the little bit of show they were getting tonight. But the remaining two pool players called out for challengers for one more game. My man rose, as did a remaining "card player". They both approached the two at the table, and for a moment, some intense negotiation appeared to be occurring. "Well, you won't be surprised that you're going to play a part in this game, baby". My man grasped my wrist gently and stood me up. He pulled me out of the shadows, out into the better-lit table area. The four men at the table, now the only ones in the room, locked their eyes on my legs, reaching up from the high heels and extending under the barely-there mini. For a moment, my man let them drink in the current view. Then he reached out and removed the coat from my shoulders, and all four of them locked onto my now-revealed massive tits. The warm air of the bar had somewhat relaxed my nipples from the extreme hardness my man had produced earlier in the evening. But the friction from the removal of the coat, and the simple act of walking to the table was creating new friction, tugging and pulling the sheer chiffon over the tips. They sprang to attention, as usual, and each of the four men appeared to be mesmerized by the sight of pink/brown nipples darkening, hardening and swelling to large points. "Come on over here and let us pay you some attention between shots, Sweetheart". My man led me to the edge of the table, pulled up a stool and I planted my tightly wrapped ass on it. My breasts swayed with the movement, and three sets of eyes drank them in as my man racked up the balls and got ready to break. Now, Master was not the worst pool player, but he was not some kind of a pro. The two players we'd watched earlier were a good match for him, but I knew his buddy from the card game was at a much higher caliber of play. So it worried me when each man laid a hundred dollar bill on the edge of the table in front of me. "We were discussing whether we'd let those gorgeous tits hold the bets for us. But as much fun as we'd have tucking them in so carefully to that cleavage, we don't want to block the view. So the bets go on the rail, but the fun comes anyway." With that, the two original pool players reached out from the table, each taking hold of one tit. The first guy slid his hand along the underside of my left tit, lifting it slightly. He silently hefted the weight, drinking in how the nipple continued to harden and grow as the chiffon chaffed it. A large finger brushed over the swelling nipple, and I groaned slightly. Liking this response, he rubbed harder, and got an even harder nipple as his reward. On my right side, the blond guy was wasting no time. His finger and thumb went straight to my boob, finding the nipple with a firm pinch. This got a squeal out of me, and he repeated it several times. Then a quick movement, and our card-playing friend moved the two out of the way. He positioned himself in front of me, spreading my legs a bit against the leather skirt, and adjusted his hips as close to my shadowed pussy as the skirt and my position on the stool would allow. I could feel the heat radiating from his groin, and I could feel the growing length of dick as he rubbed his hard-on against my inner thighs. He grasped both tits in his hands, squeezing firmly. Then he expertly popped open two more buttons on my blouse, and with a swift movement, scooped his hands under each tit, between my mounds of flesh and the bra. His fingers immediately found my nipples, and as he pinched them rhythmically, he lifted both tits free of the bra and lace that covered them, and locked his lips over first one, then the other. Sucking hard, pinching and kneading the one not in his mouth, he was now making my tits themselves get as firm and swollen as their nipples had been most of the evening. "Ok, guys, you got your fun "tucking in the bills". Now are you going to play pool, or am I walking away with the money AND the girl?" my man challenged them in a firm voice. He was setting the ground rules: I'm in charge, and you're playing freely with my girl because I'm letting you do so. "Now here's the opening rule. She picks a hole, and he who sinks his ball in her hole on the break continues play. Only her hole counts." Oh, I understood what he meant by "pick". I slid from the stool, and walked around the table, letting them view my tits, which now hung outside the bra, and my leather covered ass as I balanced on the high heels. At the third corner, I planted my ass on the edge of the corner, and swung my legs up onto the rails. I hiked the skirt up just enough to allow me to spread my legs to stretch one on each rail, positioning my ass at the outside edge of the corner and hovering the opening between my legs right behind the pocket. Well, this was pretty suggestive! Four men with long sticks, trying to be the first into that deep hole between my legs. I remembered that the thong I wore was cream, and was undoubtedly slightly visible under the tiny bit of skirt that stretched across my thighs. As I balanced there, my tits swayed and bobbed on my chest, and all four men suddenly had to adjust their swelling cocks as my eyes fell to their jeans and I checked out their packages. Pool Night Blond guy stepped up to break. Bam! I felt the reverberation from the cue ball hitting the triangle. It vibrated the table, and seemed to go straight to that deep place in my pussy. Balls scattered across the table, but none approached "my" hole any closer than a foot. Blond guy groaned, then stepped away to let his buddy take the shot. He must have been a bit nervous, as his eyes bore into the shadow between my legs. He could barely scan the table for the best angle to sink one right there, as his eyes kept locking onto my big tits, my outstretched legs and that shadowed honey pot. Trying to regain his focus, he picked a ball with a bad lay, and his shot went way wild, missing my hole by several inches. My own man was next. I guess his intimate familiarity with my body let him be a bit less affected than the first two. He gave me an appreciative glance, then got down to business. He studied the table, quickly picking a shot that had a good angle. With a strong stroke, he cleanly shot the cue into the selected ball, sending it rocketing toward my pussy, and dropping into the hole. The first two guys muttered and groaned, while he lined up a second shot. Whack! Once again, the chosen ball dropped between my legs and into its pocket. He celebrated by coming up behind me and rubbing his body against my backside, allowing me to relax slightly and lean against him. With the cue in one hand, he reached the other around to fondle my tits, while figuring the next successful shot. "Hey Damon," he said to his card-playing buddy. "She's getting a little tired here, and I'm not done cleaning you guys out. Come here and hold them up for a while". Damon eagerly slid into place behind me. I could feel the hardened length of his dick pressing into my ass, and as I leaned back against it, he cupped both titties in his hands. Immediately finding my nipples, he tugged and stroked them with both thumbs and fingers, while squeezing the globes of flesh overflowing his hands. He rubbed that hard cock into my ass rhythmically, thrusting as if there were no layers of fabric between us. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and he began nibbling and biting my neck and shoulders along the open neck of the blouse. Hotter and faster, his hips pumped me. I almost believed he was going to dry fuck me and blow his cum right there. But somehow, he turned his attention to the shot my man was lining up. "Not a chance, man. Even if you can ignore the fact I'm humping your girlfriend right in front of you, you wouldn't make that shot. You're not good enough to clear that 3 ball and sink the ricochet." "Bullshit. Do you want to make that a bet?" "Yep. You make it, I'm out of the room. You miss, and I finish what I've got going on here". "Done". The rod against my back got harder and the thrusting stronger as my man lined up the shot. Smack- the cue ball hit, but the ricochet was not what he'd anticipated. A ball went rolling and dropped- but into a side pocket, not the one at my crotch. "It was your rules, man". And Damon's hands slid down my body to grasp each of my inner thighs and lift me off the edge of the table. I was aware that one of the men who'd failed to sink a ball had crossed the room and was locking the door. The light grew dimmer, and the three men remaining in the room came close to watch. Damon wrapped one hand back around a tit, raised my hips with the other, and before I knew it, I was face down on the table, legs straddling his hips and my ass in the air. He pushed the bit of skirt up to my waist, and pushed aside the thong lace that slightly covered my pussy. As he did, his finger probed, first circling the opening to my own wet hole, then rubbing firmly up to my clit. At least he was going to give me a bit of pleasure before taking his own! "Ahhhh..." The sigh escaped me. I could feel the heat from his swollen dick, pressing alongside my ass as he rubbed his finger against my clit, much as he'd been rubbing his dick against my ass. The heat built in me, and for a second before I came, I saw my man and the two pool players entranced by the scene in front of them. The blond guy had his own dick in his hand, long and hard and pointing right at my face as he stroked it in rhythm with the finger-fuck and hip thrust that was bringing me to climax. I felt the heat gather in my belly, growing into the rising core of excitement that would lead me over the edge to orgasm. Now I lost consciousness of anything except my own release. I had the sensation of actually rising up, bodily, then tumbling over the brim of a wave that I knew existed within my own body. Waves of heat and tingling rushed over me, underscored by a sense of physical release. "Mmmm...ahhhh..." I had no words at that point, but only sound and sensation. As I finally became aware of the room again, I felt the pulse of warm cum shooting across my ass. Blonde Guy had evidently decided his own hand was as good as it was getting, or he just couldn't hold back. Either way, my ass was being creamed with his juice, while my twat was swimming in my own lust-juice. And Damon kept the rhythm still, his hand buried in that twat. Well, Blond Guy may have given in to immediate release, but Damon wasn't. His erection was as hard as it could be, his hips thrusting it insistently against my upturned thigh, ass and pussy, but he was holding himself back for that time when his jeans weren't in the way and he could sink it deep, even deeper than his fingers were now reaching. But finishing was definitely on his mind. He glanced up at my man, both a challenge and a question in his eyes. My man looked at the blond guy, whose lengthy dick was still pulsing, dripping with the cum he'd just finished shooting at my ass. "OK, dude, you couldn't wait for the winnings. Or you didn't think you had what it takes to win this table, and her. You're outta here". Reluctantly, Blonde Guy put away his shrinking dick. "Hey, it was a great show! Tits like that, and an open ass cheek... well, it was worth it to know my cum's the first on her sweet body". And he reached under my chest, rolled me slightly on my side, pushed open my blouse that had fallen over my tits when Damon bent me over the table, and bent to suckle the breast that became exposed. With a slight nip with his teeth and a hard suck, he let my tit loose and straightened up. "Good luck, y'all. Hope she gets fucked well tonight". And he left the room, sipping his pants as he went. I realized the bar was now dark and empty. I must have looked surprised, because my man smiled slightly. "Amazing to have a friend who owns a bar and trusts me to lock up, well after closing. I didn't want your charms to attract a gang bang. At least not a free-for-all, but you'll need to pay him the next time we're in." And he turned back to the 2 remaining guys. "Damon, you've still got the other shots to make. Still your table. We all play now, and winner takes his pick of where he wants his dick. And I'm looking forward to the side bets, too". Damon's face was a study. On the one hand, his natural competitive juices were flowing, and he wanted to clear the table. On the other hand, his man-juices were also ready to flow. But side bets could keep them ready, and the winning shot would give him everything. Maybe he was a bit too eager. He walked the table, taking his first shot- an easy one. Into the hole it dropped. He looked at me. I knew what was expected, so I reached up under the skirt, and removed the tiny bits of thong, letting my titties bounce against the sheer material that again encased them, teasing the three men for a few seconds. Smack! The next ball dropped. Not much left to lose, so I gave them a good show as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, let them take in the sight of my cleavage exposed while letting the chiffon linger along the very edges of my nipples. Then I pulled it back and dropped it, letting them drink in the sight of my almost exposed nipples, the hard and full globes of my breasts, and the tiny mini that they knew was all that covered my pussy. Tearing his eyes off my tits, Damon lined up the next shot. It was a hard angle, and as he got ready to shoot, the remaining Pool Player reached over and popped one nipple out of the lace that was trying to hide it again. As he pinched it sharply, I gasped and Damon shot. His fancy angle misfired, and the cue ball went astray. The Pool Player bent and placed his mouth over that nipple, sucking in hard. Then he stepped up to the table, evidently pulling his mind back into the game. He lined up a difficult lay, and his angle was clean. The ball dropped. My man stepped behind me. His fingers easily found the hooks of my bra, popped them loose and cupped my tits as the bra fell away. Never one to miss out on hefting my breasts, he lifted them for the other two to admire. He squeezed, pulled and stretched the nipples, teasing me with first soft then firm movements. Now Damon came over to enjoy the exposed flesh. He bent and applied his mouth to first one tit, then the other. All the while, my man was kneading and exploring the free tit, and Pool Guy was enjoying the show. But he was also ready for the next shot, the one that would leave me totally naked. The show must have been on his mind. Although he was obviously the best player in the room, he hit the next ball just slightly too hard, and the cue ball dropped in along with the intended target. My man's turn. And I knew from the gleam in his eye that he was going to enjoy making the shot that bared me completely, if he could. And with the cue placement up to him, it only took a second to line up and drop. He simply lifted his chin at me. I obediently stripped off the remaining skirt. Now I was naked, with the two men reaching for everything they could get their hands or mouths on. My man calmly sank two or three balls while they devoured me. Then he missed a tricky angle. Damon pulled himself away, and surveyed the table carefully. "I'll do this one here. And if I sink it, she's back on the table for some twat-licking". Umm. Not my favorite, but it looked like I didn't have a say in the matter. My man nodded, saying "Yeah, but miss and it'll cost you another hundred". Damon lined up his shot. He was concentrating on the ball, the lay and the amount of push it needed, despite the fact that Pool Player was continuing down my belly to snake his hand into the cleft of my pussy mound. Rubbing and probing, he was breathing harder and harder, but his swelling dick was, for the moment, still in his pants. I sensed he was planning for more. My man, meanwhile, was off in the slight shadows against the wall. I could hear him moving, sliding something along the floor, and see him out of the corner of my eye despite being quite distracted by the probing fingers. He pulled a blanket from his backpack. Oh, good. At least it will be clean when they fuck me silly. Click. The sound was soft, but the cue ball did its job perfectly. The correct ball sank. And Pool Player lifted me up to the edge of the table, spread my legs and enjoyed the first view. I leaned back, supporting myself on my hands as Damon approached and bent between my legs. Pool Player gave way slightly, moving his attention to my tits as Damon nibbled my inner thigh. His mouth worked up to the edge of my bare pussy lips. Firmly but gently, he nibbled them, sucking them into his mouth: first one, then the other. Then both together. Now he pulled back slightly, fingers reaching to spread my naked pussy lips and expose the clit he'd so recently and successfully finger-fucked. Stroking both sides, then spreading... and his mouth was everywhere. This guy could definitely do oral sex. He sucked and nibbled, not too wet and not too softly, but not brutally either. I was actually enjoying this! And suddenly, I felt the tidal wave of an instant cum- I was doing the internal tumble and my juices were definitely flowing into and around his mouth. I wasn't "squirting", I don't do that. But my juices will flow like a fountain on occasion, and this was one of those occasions. Pool Player was helping too, as he devoured my tits. And suddenly my man was back into the action, recognizable by the perfect flicking of my nipples and all that attention put me over the edge...again. "All right. Clear her off the table and let's finish this. So we can finish her". Pool Player was getting a bit impatient and a bit cocky. He picked up a cue, while Damon took a last lick and then lifted me off the table. "Wait." My man's voice commanded. "If you're good enough to win this thing, and the prize fuck, you're going to have to work through distraction. Stand her on the table edge. And your job is to support her so she doesn't fall, Damon, not keep the face-sit going." As Damon stood me up on the edge, my man positioned me. He bent me over; carefully supporting my upper half while Damon held on to my hips, face pressed up to my ass and mouth kissing and biting it. My hands were positioned carefully to avoid the remaining balls and possible paths, giving Pool Player a fair shot at making it happen but a huge distraction with my boobs hanging a foot above the surface of the table, shaking and swaying. To say nothing of my ass stuck high in the air, with a guy biting and sucking on it, occasionally sneaking his way down toward my twat for a lick. But this guy was good. With a grin, he carefully figured his shot. I couldn't for the life of me figure how he was going to make it. But his cue hit the cue ball, and it leaped into the air, hopped once and bumped the ball just as he'd planned. And then it hopped again, striking directly against my engorged nipple. "Ow!" That had definitely surprised me. It didn't hurt badly, not exactly, but it set my tits swinging into each other. I hadn't expected this fancy shooting. Neither had my man or Damon. They both whistled, finding both admiration for the skill and lust for a new way to use my tits. And again the Pool Player lined up the ball, and again it did its job and then some, hitting the other nipple directly. I thought my nipples would explode, but I didn't know if it was from pain or lust. Last ball on the table. I was getting tired, standing bent over like this. My man lowered me so that I was now on my hands and knees. There was more room now that only one ball and the cue ball were on the table, so it was easy to position me with a tit hanging directly over the cue ball. I could feel the cold of the ball just on the tip of my nip, and Pool Player pumped the cue into each tit firmly for practice. He actually had a much easier lay this time- his success was pretty much ensured. Now playfulness entered the room, and my man issued one last challenge. "OK, make this one by popping her nip first and letting it hit the cue ball. Do it, and her ass is on the table, so to speak- you can choose to fuck her ass OR her pussy. Miss it, and all you get is a blow job." "Well, give me some practice shots. Block it so the cue ball doesn't go anywhere". My man and Damon both reached to provide the blocks, just past the swing range of my tits. Pool Player set his fingers, then pumped the pool cue right into my nipple. Caught between the cue tip and the ball, my nipple was squeezed fiercely. Moderate pain shot through me, but ended right at my pussy. I was getting excited by this too. The ball didn't roll much, trapped a bit by my boob. Again the shot, the pain, and this time, he was getting the hang of hitting my nipple, letting that swollen mound provide the push to the cue, and it hit my man's hands more surely. Those hands returned the cue ball, but paused to finger the hard and painful tip of my tit. Then once more, with more force, more pain, more results. "I'm ready. My dick is ready to take her, and I'm the best pool player in this room. Move back and let me tit-pump that ball into the pocket". One more forceful smack of the cue, the nipple into the ball, and the sound of the cue ball hitting its intended ball, then the drop. The game was over. "Damn right!" And a firm slap suddenly shocked my ass. It was followed by a succession of other slaps, including some careful strokes with cues from either side, as all three men celebrated by spanking my exposed rear. I felt a finger working its way between my ass-cheeks and push against my asshole. Then another hand, this time spreading my pussy open and circling my opening. First one, then two fingers- the Pool Player was taking his time deciding where to plunge his dick. My man moved to shift me off the table, toward the cushion and blankets on the floor. I still didn't know where Pool Player wanted to fuck me, nor who else was going to be in line for dumping their cum in or on me. But I was relieved to see that my man had provided lubricant. I had a feeling I was going to be fucked until I couldn't move. "I'm taking her ass!" He'd made up his mind. "I'm going to make her scream and cum. But I'm going to fuck her as long as it takes to dump my load up her ass, whether she cums or not." My man looked at Damon. He'd dropped his jeans, and his very large, extremely hard dick was poking out of his briefs. That was a long dick! And from the size of the swelling in his drawers, it didn't lack for diameter either. I breathed a sigh of relief that it was not the one going up my ass. And then he peeled down the drawer... Wow! His dick was bigger than the dildo my man loved to try to fit in me, and he eagerly stroked it, spreading lubricant. You know, a shiny prick has a certain appeal, and I could feel those twitches deep in me again. "Don't worry, man, that monster isn't going to be waving on its own. You played the shots, you get to take a shot at her too. Down." And my man pushed Damon in the direction of the cushion. Pool Player was already behind me, steering me toward the cushion, while my man led me from the front with his hands wrapped around my boobs. I was grateful that he knew to avoid those tender nipples. I could feel the hot pressure of Pool Player's dick as it strained against his jeans, eager for the ass it was now pushing against. As my man guided me down, Pool Player moved in front of me to display the dick that was going to skewer me. Thankfully not as big as Damon's, which was currently perpendicular to his body as he reclined on the cushion, Pool Players "cue" was still, definitely going to get the job done. And it was ready to do so, as he slathered it with lubricant. I was being pushed down, my legs spread, and positioned right above Damon's giant cock. He reached up with both hands to grab, knead and pull my tits. Not sparing either nipple, he eagerly attacked them, knowing they'd be sandwiched between his chest and my body, once the fucking commenced. Because by now it was obvious- this was not going to be a string of fucking. No one was getting sloppy seconds, unless my man was holding out for it. But as he dropped his pants and his dick sprang free with no drawers to contain it, I didn't think it would be waiting for the show but finding a way to participate in it. I could feel the pressure and the heat as Damon's dick-tip pressed against my cunt-hole. Slippery with lubricant, both my own dripping on it and that Damon had applied to it, it still had to stretch me to even begin to take it. Wider, wider... He was experienced enough to know a woman had trouble taking that length and width all at once. The tension in the room built, as Damon held me up by my boobs, slowly dropping my pussy onto his enormous dick. I felt the head enter, felt the pain as my vagina stretched to take it, felt my body relax just slightly- then bam! He dropped me the rest of the way onto his searing length. I could feel shock waves as the pain ripped up my cunt. I didn't know if I could take him... Pool Night And just as I straddled his cock, his hands relaxed from my tits and my man's hands replaced them, this time supporting my shoulders. He bent me forward, crushing my tits against Damon's chest. My legs were fully straddling Damon's legs, trying to hold at least some of that huge shaft from entering me. My ass was raised and exposed. And at almost the same second, Pool Player's dick began teasing at my asshole. Using his fingers to spread my plump ass, he quickly found the entrance and began gently pushing his way in. Pain made me gasp. I was spread to what felt like breaking from within my pussy. My ass was being spread relentlessly. Pool Player's cock slid smoothly, but my ass contracted with muscle spasms. He stopped for a moment, letting the pain recede, then tensed his own muscles. With a final thrust, he bottomed out his dick into my tightest hole, made tighter than ever by the presence of Damon's enormous cock impaling my pussy. Pool Guy held still for a moment, and I could feel the unbelievable pressure of two dicks in my adjoining holes. I could feel sweat breaking out over my entire body, and could feel the trickle where it ran down between my tits, squashed against Damon's chest. And now, my man made his move. I only had one spot left, and he took it. His hands grabbed my neck and he pushed my face down over his raging hard-on. I obediently opened my mouth and took his whole length in. Trying to keep my teeth covered and give the fabulous blow job I was known for, while simultaneously being filled from both ends, took my mind off the immediate pain from my ass and my twat. That let those holes relax just enough to signal those guys that it was on, and they both stroked deep. Alternating strokes, I was sure they could feel each other's dicks as well. The shafts seemed to rub against each other at the same time they were rubbing me. The dick in my mouth was swelling as well, pulsing with the excitement of watching the two men fuck me. With each stroke into my ass, my mouth, my cunt, they became more excited, more hardened and even larger. Wildness was reigning. I was bucked and shifted by their thrusts. I could no longer feel pain, feel excitement, feel anything except the movement of those cocks. They were no longer men. They were simply giant dicks, and I was simply the object of their desire, the reason for their lust, their ultimate goal and their cum receptacle. I was pushed from one to the other as one dick shoved up my pussy, then one shoved deep into my ass, and all the while one battered my mouth. It seemed to go on forever, I know it was close to twenty minutes, but I don't know who came first. Suddenly, there were new pulses and at the same time they thrust into me. Hot, enormous pulses, which eventually became hot liquid pulses shot into my mouth and down my throat without warning. My ass canal was swelling with the load of cum being pumped into it. At the same time, the huge pole being thrust up my cunt was being pushed even deeper than I could imagine, battering my cervix, trying to force its way into my uterus and was spilling its molten cum into me as well. As the two cocks pulsated against me, against each other, my man's cum was suddenly on its way. I tasted the first salty prelude, then the rush of sticky hot juice raced into my mouth. I was swallowing, sucking, swallowing, tasting, just as I could imagine the cum that was being spilled in my pussy and my ass would taste. There was groaning, sweating, moaning, screaming- and I didn't know which was me and which was any of the men. Over and over, for what seemed like hours, they pumped their cum into me. Pool Player collapsed first, rolling off to the side and rubbing my spasaming ass. His cum streaked across that ass, and a few drops escaped my ass hole. Damon's dick was now subsiding, spent. He relaxed beneath me. And finally, my man squeezed every last bit of cum from his ongoing orgasm, and released my face. This allowed me to roll down off Damon, with his cock reducing back to about the size of a normal man's hard-on, but spent for the moment. I don't know how long we lay there. I dozed, exhausted, with cum leaking out of my ass and twat. At some point Pool-Player went to the restroom and cleaned himself and I was awakened by mouths on my sore nips and hands exploring my body again. My master was sitting in a chair with a drink, watching as Damon and Pool-Player each sucked on one of my huge tits, massaging them as they did so, while their other hand explored my body, gently gliding over it from my hair to my knees. Each man would occasionally take his mouth off my aching nipple long enough to kiss me, sliding his hot tongue deep into my mouth to dance and swirl with mine. They had switched positions now, so that Damon was behind me and Pool-Player was in front, and I could feel their cocks stirring and swelling as lust and their desire to fuck me again caused them to fill with blood and become nearly as hard as they had been when the pool game ended and I knew that the night's festivities were far from over. Pool Player had reached down and cupped my, still swollen, pussy lips and was fingering my clit, which was responding to his ministrations by engorging with blood as my breathing and heart-rate quickened and a soft, long moan escaped from my throat. My man stood up and walked towards where we lay on the cushions on the floor, his cock standing straight out from his groin and I was sure from the look on his face that I was about to get fucked again as he reached for my hand and helped me to my feet, much to the annoyance of Damon and Pool-Player who were enjoying having their hands on me and their fingers in me. Master led me to the pool table, bent me over it so that my heavy tits were brushing the soft, worn felt that covered it, and sunk his cock into my pussy without a single word. Even though Damon's huge cock had stretched my pussy more than it had ever been stretched before, I yelped as master's dick slammed against my, already battered cervix. Damon and Pool Player came over to watch as my man expertly fucked me from behind, holding on to my hips and, occasionally slapping my ass, turning it a bright red. "Your pussy is somewhat looser than the last time I fucked it." Master said with a chuckle as he pounded me. "Yeah, I stretched it for you." Damon said with a laugh, as he slid his hand under my left boob, took the rock hard nipple between his fingers and rolled it for a few seconds before pinching it so hard I cried out from the pain. "Oh, oh, oh" I could hear myself saying as master thrust into me, but I could see that both Pool Player and Damon were rising to the possibility of fucking me again. "Raise your head and let us watch your tits bounce." My man said as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me nearly upright. "Yeah, I got to see those titties some more." Pool-Player said as he hopped on the table, knelt in front of me and grabbed my dangling orbs of tit-flesh in his hands. He raised them both to his mouth and sucked the nipples like a starving child, then leaned over my shoulder and whispered something to my guy that I couldn't make out. "Yeah, go ahead, tell Damon and you both can do it." My man said. "Damon, hop up her with me. We're gonna have some more fun with her tits." Damon sat on the edge of the pool table and Pool Player joined him. My guy stopped fucking me long enough to position me in front of them with a hand on each of their outside thighs, then he shoved his dick back into me with what I felt was a building sense of need. The two men I was now leaning on each grabbed one of my big tits and sucked it into their mouth, munching, sucking, swirling their tongues and generally pushing me towards that wonderful precipice of orgasm that I needed. "Let's put hickies all over these things." Pool-Player said. "Just around the nipples, otherwise she can't wear low-cut tops until they go away." My man replied. And with that, both Damon and his partner stopped sucking my nipples and began putting hickies all around the saliva covered, pinkish-brown buds. Within a few minutes, both nipples were surrounded by big, purple "love-bites" that I knew would take a week to heal. But I didn't care. My pussy juices were flowing so much that they were running down my legs and I could feel my master's cock swelling as he increased the speed of his thrusts and tightened his grip on my hips. "Just let us know when." Pool-Player said to my guy who was now at the point of no return, slamming into my cunt, splattering my juices and Damon's cum all over both of us. "Oh, FUCK! NOW!" He said with a moan, and as my masters dick erupted into my drenched pussy canal, both men in front of me grabbed my nipples, pinched them as hard as they could, pulled my tits as far out as they could, and slapped them mercilessly. The sensations were too much and I orgasmed and collapsed, dragging all of them to the floor with me. Again, we lay on the floor in a heap of sweating, heaving bodies, but this time, there were still two rock hard cocks that needed to cum again. "She's all yours." My man said as he released his grip on my hips and the other two took me by the arms and helped me to my shaking feet. They led me back to the blanket covered cushions and this time, Pool Player lay down with his cock sticking straight up. I knew what was expected, and I put one foot on either side of Pool Player's hips and lowered myself down so that my pussy was directly above his cock. Grasping the shaft in my hand and inserting the bulbous, purple head into my cunt, I lowered myself down on his impressive penis until my pussy lips ground against his pubic bone and began to slowly rise and fall on his cock, feeling its head grind into my cervix with each downward thrust of my hips. For his part, Pool Player had wasted no time in taking my big tits in his hands and was massaging and molding them as though he had never held a woman's tits in his hands before. Releasing my right boob, he pulled my head down and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, mimicking the thrusts of his hips, rising to meet mine. All the while, his other hand was mauling my left tit, squeezing, twisting, and pulling it and its nipple. After pulling my head down, his right hand found its way to my ass and was kneading my ass cheek as he tried to slide a finger into my asshole. Damon and my master were watching the show Pool Player and I were putting on in front of them, but Damon wanted to get involved on a more active level. He stepped behind me and knelt down so that his huge cock was level with my, still cum-leaking ass and scooched up so that head of his dick was pressing directly against my hole. I must have had a look of panic on my face, knowing that he was going to sink that monster cock into my ass, because both Pool Player and my man started laughing. "She's worried about your dick in her ass." My guy said. "I'll take it slow, I promise." Damon said with a laugh, but something told me I was about to get skewered. "Here we go baby." Damon said as he spread my ass cheeks with his hands and pushed the head of his huge cock against my asshole hard enough to cause it to begin sinking in. "Oh God!" I moaned as the head popped into my ass. "IT HURTS! IT'S TOO BIG, DAMON!" I pleaded as he continued to slowly sink his shaft into my ass. I could feel it rubbing against Pool Player's cock, which was buried to his balls in my pussy, and I looked at him and he had a slightly sadist smile, knowing that they were causing me both pain and pleasure as sweat ran off me in rivulets. "Let's get to this" Damon said, and with that, he sank his massive cock all the way into my ass so that his cum filled balls bounced against Pool Player's, which were pressed tight against the lips of my stretched cunt. Damon then withdrew his cock part way and both men settled into a stroking rhythm that had me moaning and whimpering in seconds. I could feel the fire and energy building in the deepest part of my belly as Pool-Player's cock mercilessly rubbed my clit and Damon pounded my ass. "Shit, her cunt's so tight." Pool Player whimpered. "So is her asshole! Shit, she's squeezing down, trying to milk me dry. I ain't gonna hold out much longer." Damon said as he took a firm grip on my hips and doubled the speed of his hip thrusts, slamming into my ass, causing my entire body to shake and burying Pool Player even deeper into my fuck-ravaged pussy. With one final thrust, Damon buried his giant dick in my battered asshole and fired huge jets of sticky, white cum deep into my bowels, while at the same time, Pool Player drove his cock into me until it ground into my cervix and his balls erupted into my uterus, filling me so much, that it squirted out around his cock and ran down his balls. We all collapsed into a pile of sweaty, cum-slick bodies as both men continued to pinch and massage my tits. Damon finally extracted himself from my ass and I rolled off Pool Player, and lay on the blanket on the floor, hoping they were done with me for the night. I drifted off to sleep again and this time when I awoke, nearly two hours had passed and Damon and Pool Player were gone. My man helped me to my feet and wrapped the blanket around me, then we exited the bar, relocked the door, climbed into the car and headed home. I glanced at the clock just before I fell asleep as we hit the freeway, and it was 3:30 am. I hoped I would have some time to recover before my man decided to take me out on our next adventure.