0 comments/ 102815 views/ 1 favorites Playing Pool By: Madam-Cecilia Things had finally settled down. It had been a busy Friday night for pizza delivery. The pop cooler in the kitchen was all but bare so I went to the walk-in cooler for pop to re-stock it. I was bent over picking out the ones I needed when I heard the door open. I didn't think anything about it. Everyone was re-stocking so I figured someone had come in to get some meat for the make table or something. I heard the snap of the towel at the same instant I felt the sting on my leg just below my ass. I stood and spun around in a heartbeat ready to rip into whoever had "attacked". There you stood with that smart-ass grin on your face, laughing. "Very funny bonehead," I growled. "Yeah it was," you managed to get out between roars. "You should have seen the look on your face as you spun around. It was hysterical." "You'll think hysterical when I get my hands on you," I barked. "OOOhhhh, I'm shaking," you teased as I came closer. "What are ya gonna do?" "I'm gonna take that towel and stuff it down your throat, goofball. What do you think I'm gonna do?' As I stepped closer you got a really sly grin on your face. I grabbed the end of the towel and you pulled it causing me to fall into you. Our lips met in what you had intended a quick peck to throw me off. We were both surprised by the heat in that simple little kiss. Backing away I mumbled, "I have to get the pop stocked." "Yeah, I'm supposed to be sweeping," you stammered as you rushed out of the cooler. You clocked out when you got the sweeping done and left. I had another delivery shortly afterwards and headed to my car. You were waiting outside. "Um, about that," you said pointing towards the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," I said to let you off the hook. "No big deal." "But it was. Bigger than I expected." "What are you saying?" "I want to try it again. For real this time." "Are you serious? You know I'm married." "I know. I don't care. I want to do it again." Not knowing what to say I stepped closer to you. You closed the gap between us and took me into your arms. Our lips met and our tongues danced as you pulled me closer. After a few moments I try to pull away. You hold me tight kissing my neck. "I have to go. I have a delivery." "I know. I want to see you after work." "Steve, you are way too young and I am married." "I don't care and I am not too young. Does THIS feel too young?" you ask taking my hand and placing it on your raging hard 18-year-old cock. "I NEED you." "Steve," I whisper as I try again to pull away. "We shouldn't do this." I can feel the heat between my own legs. I want this but I know it is wrong. "It'll be ok. I'll stop by and pick you up after work." With that you release me and run off to your car. I get into mine and think of you as I drive to my delivery. The rest of the night goes by slowly even though there is only an hour left. My pussy is on fire from even that one kiss. I need to feel your young cock buried deep in my smooth wet pussy. I have no idea where you think we are going to go so I sneak an extra set of keys from the office. When closing time FINALLY gets here, I casually walk out with the manager. I watch her lock the door. As we walk to our cars I look around for you. I spot your car in the parking lot across the street. I mention to the manager that I have to make a call on my cell phone so she won't question why I don't leave right away. Once the coast is clear you run across the street and jump into my car. Before I can even get a word out you smother me in kisses. "I thought she would never leave," you whisper breathlessly between kisses. "Where do you want to go?" "How about back inside?" I suggest as you nibble my ear and neck. "It's locked," you moan against my skin as if I didn't know the obvious. I hold up the keys and dangle them in front of you. "You are devious, aren't you? Where will we do it in there?" "I've always wanted to do it on a pool table. We can use then one in the basement." "Kinky. I like that," you say releasing me and reaching for your door handle. We don't turn any lights on inside, letting the emergency exit signs guide our way. Once we are through the kitchen and at the top of the basement stairs we can turn on the light without fear of anyone seeing it. I start down the stairs and feel your breath on my neck. I turn to look at you and you cover my lips in a passionate kiss. "This is going to be great," you say breaking away. At the bottom of the steps I reach for the next light and you stop me saying, "There is enough light in there." Before I can reply you take my hand, and stepping in front of me, lead the way to our "love nest". At the side of the pool table your fingers find the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. Since I never wear a bra my tits fall free only to be caught in your grasp. Your head drops to suck each one and flick the nipple with your tongue as my fingers run through your hair. You knead the tit flesh as you bring your lips back to mine. We are breathless when our lips part. You are holding me close, still playing with my tits. The pool table lies beside us, welcoming our advance. You reach for the fly of my jeans and once it is undone, help me from them. You take a step back to remove your own clothes as I step out of my jeans and get rid of my panties. Both naked, we step to the pool table and you assist me in climbing on to it and lying back. You crawl up next to me kissing every inch of my legs and stomach as you make your way on top of me. When you are positioned between my legs with your lips devouring mine, my legs rise and open to allow you access to my dripping, smooth pussy. It takes no effort at all for your young hard cock to slide in, sinking to the hilt with one stroke. My fingers grasp at your back as the walls of my pussy grasp at your cock. I moan into your mouth as you start to saw in and out. I am glad no one can hear us down here because you are already making me noisy. By the time we are done I am likely to be howling in ecstasy. My hands work their way to your ass to encourage your strokes. I am thrusting to meet you each time and my pussy muscles pull you back as you pull out. I can feel your balls slapping against my ass. I am getting close when you say, "Are you gonna cum for me?" "Soon. Very soon!" I manage to squeak out. "I want to hear you. Make lots of noise for me." "No worry there," I growl in your ear. I can feel the eruption starting. My muscles are contracting. I am moaning and thrashing my head about. You stretch up on your arms and watch as my orgasm takes over. You can feel the flood sliding between us. I am getting wetter and wetter as I howl and knead your ass. "YES! YES! YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS" I scream as I peak rocking almost violently against you. It takes several minutes but eventually I calm down and come back to earth. "THAT was something," you say almost in awe. "Yes it was," I agree breathless from the exertion. "I haven't cum yet," you announce with a touch of pride in your voice. "Good cuz I wanna do it again." "Again?" you ask unsure of what I mean. "Oh yes! I want you to make me cum again and again. Then I'll make sure you cum." "How many times can you cum?" you ask with disbelief. "LOTS!" I say as I close my eyes to savor the moment. "Well then let's see how soon we can do it again." You reapply yourself to grinding in and out of my still spasming cunt. It isn't long before you are rewarded yet again with howling, bucking and the warm flood of orgasmic juices. "Too much more of that and I am gonna blow too." "Good!! I want you to cum for me!" "Where?" you ask suddenly aware that we have no protection. "I am snipped so you can cum where ever you want." In answer to that you speed your rhythm to animalistic rutting and groan from the efforts. I can tell by the look on your face you are close. I whisper in your ear, "Cum for me baby. Fill my pussy with cum. Shoot deep inside." It is too much and I can feel you explode. The force of your seed causes me to cum yet again and we are working through our climaxes together. Once the moment passes you fall exhausted on top of me. "We HAVE to do this again," you insist. "Whenever you want," I assure you as I caress your back. Playing Pool She liked to play pool, a lot and developed the habit of visiting a local watering hole a few times a week in the afternoon long before the rocking party starts. She put a 10 in the pool table and a 10 in the jukebox and played everything Stevie Ray Vaughn on the machine. The regulars were there and they all said their hellos as she took her place at her regular table. She's on her third rack and deep into Texas Flood rocking the joint when she noticed him come in. He looked exactly like the actor John Laughlin in Ode to Billy Jack that old 70s movie with the peace loving Green Beret martial artist that kicked some serious ass while protecting a bunch of hippies and Natives Americans. It wasn't hard to believe that he was Billy Jack; he had that same quiet poise but animal strength seething just under the surface. He looked mid 30ish, his dark hair was shorn tight to the skull military style, his face was strong and his beard and mustache were clipped short too, the facial hair was the only thing different between this guy and Billy Jack. She noticed his back pack, filled to the brim, the walking stick he carried looked like he'd cut it down from the top of a tree and whittled it down to the staff he held. He was obviously down on his luck but he was clean and alert, no tracks scarring up his arms or DT twitches... definitely not a rotting drug addict living from one fix to the next. He asked a couple of guys at the bar if the place was looking for any help, they all said no and then he asked if they'd like to play some pool and give him a chance to buy some lunch. The old guys didn't play pool... they just sat and bullshit over their beers but they pointed in her direction. And she heard Bill tell him "Good luck boy, you're gonna need it. She's a real shark." She had heard most of the conversation and wasn't surprised when he came up behind her and turned as he said "Hi, these guys were just saying that you were a pool shark. I was hoping maybe you could teach me a thing or two?" He reached in his pocket for quarters. "Don't worry about that the machine is full. My names Tina and you are?" She extended her hand for a firm shake. "Mike, ma'am pleasure to meet you." He was so polite and soft spoken she wondered how he'd ended up where he was. "So what are we playing?" he cleared his throat as she looked him directly in the eyes. "Your preference, ma'am." "Eight Ball; call your shots including rails; ball in hand on a miss. You rack." She didn't say anything else just re-chalked her hand and stick all the while watching him from the corner of her eye. She wasn't the type of girl that guys tried to pick up but she noticed him watching her. 'Maybe there were still some guys out there that like us thick chicks.' She thought idly. She pulled her long blonde hair back into a pony tail, she wanted him to see her ample cleavage and deep tan lines while she kicked his ass at pool. Her jeans were tight and her tank top tighter hugging each of luscious curve from shoulder to heel. She had her shit kickers on that day and she looked every bit the pool playing bitch she pretended to be. She broke and they played silently for a few shots. She leaned over going for a long shot across the green calling the 7 ball off 2 rails and slammed it straight into the corner pocket with a quick lift of her tush and flick of the wrist that made her sure he wasn't looking at the ball. She squeezed passed him for a shot from the tight corner of the table and ended in his lap as she bent over; his legs spread further apart and she could feel his cock semi hard pressed against her bottom. "Pardon me, sir." she said with a husky laugh and shot the entire rack without him having a chance to pick up a cue. Game over and he wasn't happy; he was hoping to make a few bucks for food and laundry but at least the company was good. She was tall and curvy and had a sexy swing to her step; he liked that she had a little extra cushion that gave her the curves of a '40s pin up model. Her blonde hair was gorgeous; her tanned face glowed and he wondered what she was doing in a dive in the middle of the afternoon. His prick had jerked in his jeans when she'd pressed against him to take her shot. She'd just kicked his ass so he held his hands up and said "Guess those fella's were right, you are a shark. I bow to your superior cue skills" She smiled at him and laughed "Hardly superior... you were just playing with the wrong stick." They both laughed "How 'bout some lunch Mike?" he kind of got a panicked look and shrugged "Look, your moneys no good here so lets get some lunch, ok?" He blushed and her body surged as she called for the bartender. "That would be great, thank you." His face remained red and his eyes downcast as Lisa came over to take our order "Hey girl we're gonna get some lunch. You want a beer or something, Mike?" "No, thanks I don't drink. Soda?" she saw the demons flickering behind his eyes. They ordered and she asked if he wanted to play another game; he smiled, nodded and got busy racking the balls. He started tapping his feet to the music and softly humming under his breath and she enjoyed watching his taut muscles relax and the stress falling from his face. It was cold outside and she knew this was a nice reprieve from the elements but he also seemed to be enjoying the game, the music and the food. Sitting across from him as they were eating she noticed that his table manners were exemplary. He was no street thug; underneath all that scruffy beard and strong exterior was a man born a gentleman and again her mind flew through a million questions that she'd never ask.... How had he ended up on the streets? He laughed easily and talked quietly; he exuded the very essence of Billy Jack and she felt her pussy warming and filling. "You up for a few more games or do you need to head out?" she asked, her flirt in high gear "I'm not in a hurry and to be honest I'm enjoying the company." He smiled and her stomach did a somersault. They played for a few hours; brushing up against each other when passing to make a shot; placing her hand on his shoulder or knee whenever near enough to do so. The time was spent and as the regulars started falling out Tina started packing up her cue and said "Well it's time for me to head out, Mike, it's been a pleasure." she held out her hand; he took it in both of his, kissing the knuckles lightly as their eyes met. "Thank You." They were the only words he could manage but she saw the gamut of emotions that flickered in his eyes and a thousand words were spoken. She wanted to do more to help him, a lot more... like raping him in the bathroom, but instead she slid the $50 she had into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed his ass as she asked "Can I give you a lift somewhere?" not wanting to be rid of him "Is there a laundry mat nearby?" "Yes, just around the corner, come on I'll take you." "You've done so much already, thank you." He was truly humble and his tongue came out to moisten his lips and her wet pussy began to throb. Tina just tossed her head to the side in the direction of the door. They didn't say anything as they drove to the laundry mat but he did hold her hand and bring it to his lips a few times. When she parked she looked over at him and ran her finger lightly down the side of his face and across his brow, wanting to ease the pain she saw in his eyes. Captain Morgan and his spicy rum had made her daring and she reached across the car and felt his cock as it began to harden and grow. He didn't say anything just unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock so she could stroke it. It was broad daylight and a busy strip mall so she look around quickly before dipping her head down and taking his dick all the way into her mouth. She sucked and stroked for just a moment or two, hearing him breath and gasp spurring her on and she began fucking him with her mouth until he asked "Spit or Swallow... I'm about to cum." "Swallow" she mumbled with her mouth full and he shot his load while she drank and sucked every drop. That was the quickest blowjob in history but then he mumbled something about not getting laid for 7 years she was pleased that she had truly given him yet another gift. It was only a moment and so fleeting that she reached up once again to stroke his face. He smiled and leaned into her caress and mouthed the words silently "Thank You" To which she returned in the same manner "Your welcome" He grabbed his bag from the back came around to the drivers side window and knelt down and kissed the hand she extended once more and smiled. She drove home clutching her crotch and squeezing her thighs together, each bump in the road pressing against her hard clit and she came as she pulled in the drive. To herself she whispers "I'm going to the movie store tomorrow and buying the Billy Jack series on DVD that will all the porn I need to see for a while!!" Playing Pool The bass is hard. The temperature is hot. "Bar in the front, dancing in the middle, pool in the back...thankfully Aussie pubs aren't much different from American bars." I don't really attract that much attention until I open my mouth and order a coke. Then every eye is on the American with the weird accent ordering a decidedly "wimpy" drink. I shake off the stares with a smile as I peel my glasses off. The man behind the bar smiles at me all cute and I almost feel bad for him, "It's on the house." "Aw," I smile at him and bat my eyelashes, "thank you." I turn away from him as I turn on my heel. "Poor sap. Doesn't have gaydar, I guess." I wink at a girl leaning against the wall and she nods once in acknowledgment. "Family. Totally. We really are everywhere." I scan the pool area and it's almost cheesy how I find her. It's mostly guys if you don't count the under-dressed and overly made up floozies hanging around. There's a sharp laugh to my left, though, and my head turns just in time for the tall guy to move and reveal a smile I know very well. "She looks good. Really good. White tank, jeans, white shoes, just like she said." I approach the group slowly and try not to attract attention. That usually means I don't make eye contact. Taking a spot on the periphery of the circle around the table she's at, I lean against the wall and watch her. She doesn't know I'm going to be here. I lied to her. Something tells me she'll forgive me. She thinks I'll arrive tomorrow. To say she'll be shocked is an understatement as big as the ocean between our countries. The guy who's challenged her lays out the parameters, "Okay, winner plays the next challenger. Loser buys the winner a drink. I just have to finish this one game." "Sounds good," she nods and sips her drink. "Who will be the next challenger?" Her eyes scan the crowd opposite me and no one says anything. "I will," I speak up and every eye in the immediate vicinity turns to me as I step into the light. The black blouse is her first clue. The skirt is further confirmation. But when she makes actual eye contact with me, there is no doubt who I am. She closes her eyes and her head drops a bit, "Fuck." Smiling, I stake my claim on the table and the next game. As I brush past her, I can't help but make a comment, "I expect you to win." Finding her voice faster than I thought she would, she actually responds, "I don't plan to disappoint you." "I expect you won't," I smile at her and she shakes her head slightly, completely taken aback at my presence. She points at a friend and gets his attention, "I'm gonna need another one." She downs her drink and hands the glass to him, "Make it two." He leans in, completely baffled, "Who is that?" To cover my smile, I take a drink. She shoots a look at me and answers, "No one you know." "Do you know her?" Holding my stare, she smirks, "Not as much as I will by tomorrow." "Wait," he looks at me and then back at her. Slowly, almost comically, he smiles, "This drink is on me. Oh shit, this should be good." He takes his leave and she doesn't even blink, "Welcome to Australia." "Thank you," I reply. "Have you had your complimentary welcome hug?" I swallow a smile and shake my head, "No, I haven't." The guy next to me answers a silent prayer by turning and opening his arms. "Aw," I smile really big at him, "thank you!" He pulls me into a hug and I try really hard not to laugh. When he lets me go, I thank him again, "That is so sweet! I feel so welcomed now!" Shaking her head, she fails at not smiling, "Not nice. That is not nice at all." "Well can I get two welcome hugs? One from a guy and then another one from a girl? Or is that being too greedy?" "You know I like it when you're greedy." "We'll see," I smirk and walk towards her, "won't we?" Sliding one arm over my shoulder and one around my waist, she mumbles in my ear, "Yes, we will. God, you're really here. And you smell really good. Damn." "Thank you. You smell pretty fucking good, too. And yes, I'm really here." I take a deep breath and murmur, "You're not mad, are you?" Pulling back and looking into my face, she says, "No!" Then she takes a sharp breath and holds it. Confusion furrows my eyebrows, "What?" "Your eyes. Jesus." "Oh!" Relieved it's just that, I laugh loudly, "You scared the hell out of me! I thought I'd grown an eye in my forehead or something!" "No," she pauses for drama, "sweetheart." My eyes narrow and, although it's slight, I shiver. In a voice only she can hear, I scold her, "You know better than to do that." "I have to get back at you for what you're about to do to me to win in pool. Don't try to play as if you're not going to play dirty and throw me off totally. I know that's why you wore..." she looks me over and I can only smirk. "Fuck me. Are those heels?" "Well, yes. I'm short, you know." When she makes eye contact again, I smile brightly and she shakes her head, "You're just begging to get..." her voice gives up completely. Looking deep into her eyes I reply, "Pick a wall, baby." Her jaw visibly tenses and I smile at her, "If you're so inclined, that is." Cutting her eyes quickly, she motions towards a wall, "That one." "Okay." I smile and turn on my heel, walking a few steps before turning, "You know what, though?" She jerks her eyes up from my ass to my eyes quickly and I almost laugh, "You should probably play the game first." "Right," she says. "Play the game." "And when you win, you get to lose to me." The guy who challenged her steps up behind me and puts his hand on my hip, "But what if she loses and you have to play me?" Giving me a long look, he smiles and adds, "Then you and I can play together. I'm better than she is anyway." I smile sweetly at him, "That might be true on any other night, but tonight is special. Someone she wants to... impress just showed up. I'm pretty sure she's about to kick your ass." Trying to salvage the situation, he asks, "Well maybe after we play, I can show you around a little. I'm a really good tour guide." "I don't doubt you are." I walk over to her and turn back to him, "But even if she loses, the parts of Australia I'm interested in seeing tonight," I gesture to her, "are under these clothes. I do not need a guide for that. Thank you, though." "So see," she smiles, "even if I lose, I win." Motioning to the table, "Finish your game." Taking my hand, she leads me past him, "Take your time." We pass several people who shoot strange looks at her, but she appears to see no one and hear nothing as we make our way to the very back of the place. When I see her intended destination, a very dark corner, I laugh softly. She pulls me against her and puts me against the wall. Quietly, I ask, "Was I too forward? You're putting me in the corner as punishment?" "No," she answers, "you weren't too forward." Her arms wrap around my waist. A long, silent moment passes and I break the silence, "Do it." "I want to remember it. Everything about it." She studies my face and smiles, "Every little thing." "You will. I promise." "But it's our first." Softly, I say, "Close your eyes." She obeys and smiles a little. I pull her head down enough that I can easily kiss her, but instead, I press my cheek to hers, "You are so damn beautiful." I kiss her jaw. Then her cheek. Then her chin. By the time I'm in position to kiss her lips, they're parted and she's anticipating it. My lips hover over hers and she moves forward just a little bit. I slowly close my eyes as I finally kiss her fully. The first kiss is soft and simple, to break the ice. The second one features her hand in my hair and my fists gripping her hips. The third is breathless, wanton, and all out fucking hot. Tongues and lips and hands everywhere. She presses me against the wall and, for all the world, I don't know if she plans to stop. I wouldn't mind not stopping. When her hand brushes my thigh, I don't think that much about it. Until her fingertips slip under the hem, that is. Forgetting where we are, I break our kiss and move down her throat, sliding my tongue against her skin and then lightly sucking the curve of her neck. Her fingers move further up and her hips press against me, pinning me to the wall. She breathes my name in my ear when I tug her earlobe with my teeth. "Baby," I say softly in her ear, "you have to play that game." "Huh," she manages, as she kisses my neck, making me tremble a little bit. "Pool," I murmur, my voice not very strong because now she's suckling lightly. "I don't care," she says against my throat. "I do not fucking care." "I," she pulls me hard into her and her hand slides to the inside of my thighs, "don't care either but," her knuckles brush lightly up my inner thigh, making me almost lose my mind, "I thought I'd remind you." "I'm right," when her fingers brush the naked wetness at the junction of my thighs, she actually groans, "damn." I part my legs and her fingers slip directly against the source of the heat there, "I'm right where I want to be." When her middle finger slides into me, I press my head against the wall behind me with a groan, "Oh my God yes." "You feel exactly like I thought you would," she kisses me deep. When she starts pumping in and out of me, she presses her unoccupied hand against the wall and watches my face. "Open your eyes, baby." Blinking several times, I finally focus on her face and gasp, "Deeper." When she accommodates me, my eyes roll back a bit but I don't close them, "Don't stop. Just like that." She looks down and sees me moving my hips. Her arm, pale compared to the black of my skirt, under that slip of fabric, makes her hotter than she thought it could. When I roll my hips, she shakes her head and looks back at my face, "Fuck, that is so hot." "You're not hot because of that." Her eyes change a bit and I answer the question she never asked me, "You're hot because you're fucking me so good and no one knows. All these guys around here," I gasp when she goes a little deeper, "think they're so good in bed and you're here making a woman cum with one hand in a dark corner." "No," she says flatly, "I'm getting hot because I'm making you cum in a dark corner with one hand." "Please," my throat tightens but I manage to whimper, "please let me cum." "I wouldn't dream of stopping you, baby." She smiles at me and teasingly brushes her lips against mine, "Cum when you're ready." I nod slightly, "I'm ready. Are you?" "Ready for you to cum? Yes." Smiling to myself, I drag my eyelids closed and groan, "Take it." Shuddering hard, my muscles ripple on her finger and she gasps almost as loudly as I do. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and press my mouth against them to keep from screaming. But I can't stop muttering, "Oh God," repeatedly. "Shit," she sighs, "you feel so fucking good." Breathing heavily, I chuckle, "So do you. Believe me. You do, too." Withdrawing her fingers, she smiles against my neck, "I'm so wet it's almost shameful." "Mmmm," I moan. "And I can touch you when, again?" Smiling at me, she says, "I have a game." "Oh!" I laugh, "That's how it is, huh?" "Yeah," she laughs, "I have to go be big and bad now." "Big and bad, huh?" I bring her hand to my face as she nods, "Not tonight, baby." Slowly, I suck her middle finger into my mouth and her smile drops away, being replaced by a gasp and look of awe. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard enough for her to swallow hard. Opening my mouth, I make a show of flicking the tip of her finger with my tongue, then sucking it back into my mouth quickly and pulling it out slowly. When I get done, she closes her eyes, "I think I could cum with a touch." "Yeah?" I smile at her and press my palm, fingertips towards the floor, against her stomach, "Can I try?" I slide my hand against her but over her jeans and she groans. I kiss her lips softly, "Please let me just touch you." I pull my hand back up her stomach and then slide it back down to undo her jeans, "Just let me get the smell of you on me." When my hand brushes her clit, I groan, "Fuck, you are wet." I slide two fingers against her clit and then part them to stroke either side of it, "Mmm you feel so good." Her eyes clamp closed and she leans against me, "Keep doing that. Just that. Oh my God." "Later, this will be my tongue. You'll like that, fucking my face." I can feel her pulling me closer and closer to her, signaling she's achingly close. I mumble in her ear, "You want this. God you want this so bad. You need to cum. So come on and do it." When she holds off, I get insistent, "Baby, later you can hold out on me and I'll take all the time it takes. But right now, ease the ache, baby. Give me a little one. Just one tiny one." Still holding off, she just grunts in response. I shift a bit and manage to get my middle finger inside her just slightly and flick her clit with my thumb, "Hold out on me and I'll go deeper. I'll put you against this wall and suck it out of you if I have to. You want it. I want it. You want to give it to me, don't you?" Pressing her forehead against mine, she finally gives in, "Yes. Fuck yes." The shivering tells me she's close. Her grunting my name says she's seconds away. When she opens her eyes and says, "Please", I know she's there. Trembling, she finally gives it up, "God yes. Yes." Her chest heaves and chills break out all over her body. When she's done, I kiss her forehead and smile, "Good girl." "You," she stops talking and kisses me hard. "Thank you," I smile at her as I fasten her jeans again. "I needed that." "We're not done, you know that, right?" She almost pulls off looking hard assed when she says that. Reaching into my bra, I pull out a keycard, "I know. That's why I have a hotel room." Looking at me wickedly, she almost growls, "You are in so much trouble." Tucking the keycard back in its spot, I smile, "Promise?" Playing Pool - English style 'He's a bloody arrogant wanker -- and I'm fed up with him and his attitude.' Michelle took another swig from the bottle of Corona. Already into her sixth drink, she leant against the pool table for support. 'You're right, Shellie,' Karen said as she lined up the pool cue to take another shot. She had to close one eye to focus on the yellow half hidden behind the cluster of reds. 'Just because he's rich, doesn't mean he can treat you like his little whore.' Kaz played the shot, kissing the yellow and sending it down the corner pocket. Despite being 'pleasantly tipsy', Kaz was a good pool player, sign of a misbegotten youth -- though very handy on these long summer days. A soft cooling breeze wafted through the open window of the side room of the Hogs Head Tavern. It was a remote olde English style pub, wide and spacious with wooden timber beams and a separate pool room. This was the local haunt for the two girls to get away from the constant male attention they both attracted. Karen strolled round the edge of the table, weighing up her next play. She moved like a dancer, precise steps and feet at an angle. Her legs were long and shapely, shown off today by her short linen skirt. She wore a peasant smock, pulled down over her shoulders and a quarter down her front, revealing a tanned cleavage. 'I should teach him a lesson, is what I should do,' Michelle stroked her fingers up and down the pool cue, admiring Karen move around the table. Michelle always felt clumsy around Karen, not that she resented her friends natural grace or her blonde 'beach-bunny' looks. Michelle was a raven dark brunette, tall and athletic. It was just that she was 'cursed' with breasts the size of melons, which made her look larger than her lithe figure really was. Sure, her boobs were great for getting all sorts of attention, and she certainly knew how to use them. It was how she lured most of the rich wankers in to chat with her. And she knew how to dress too. Today, for example, she wore a tight shirt, tied off at her midrift, showing off her flat stomach. A pair of daisy duke shorts and calf length boots finished off her cowgirl outfit. 'Hmmmm, you should do what I do. Go out and fuck the first well-hung stud you find,' Karen winked as she missed her next shot. 'It would certainly stop him from acting like a pig,' Michelle took hold of her pool stick and leant against the table. Raised voices and a low, barking laugh sounded from the other side of the door. Michelle and Karen glanced at each other and shook their heads. 'There goes our peace and quiet. Where do you want to head to next?' Michelle asked. 'Not so fast, bia-atch. We may find something useful after all.' Karen pulled her smock further down over her shoulders so that it showed off more cleavage. She tousled her blonde hair and curled a single lock over one shoulder. 'That should do it,' she said. The door banged open and a group of lads sauntered into the pool room. They had obviously been drinking, but as they entered they hushed their voices and gathered in a corner, talking quietly to themselves and throwing glances at the two girls. Shellie squinted at the table, deciding on which shot to play. She absently stroked the pool cue in her hand, which garnered a muffled ripple of immature giggles from the boys. She smiled to herself, poor lads, she thought, let's see how easy they are to tease. Michelle leant forward, her large breasts hanging low within her shirt, and she lay the pool cue along her hand to take a shot. She poked the tip of her tongue out the side of her mouth. The boys went quiet, scared to talk or even breath, in case she changed position and they lost the wonderful view. She took the shot, her breasts jiggling, hammocked within the blue shirt, but tutted as the white ball clipped her red and sailed down the table. 'Excuse me, boys,' Karen said as she walked to the centre of the group of lads, readying to take her shot. The lads scattered to each side, all except one. This guy took a long drink and stepped back against the window sill to give Karen room to play. He glanced down at Karen's ass as she bent in front of him and he grinned at his mates, his confidence obviously bolstered by alcohol. Karen leaned over, concentrating on the red and yellow balls on the table, and moved into position. She arched her back slightly, stood on her toes in her white deck pumps, and edged slowly backwards. Her lips pursed in thought, her blonde hair falling about her. She looked up, directly at Michelle, then pushed herself into the lad behind her. There was a gasp as Karen pushed back harder, grinding her ass into the lads groin. Then there was a groan, and Karen felt the flesh harden against her butt cheeks, something growing and lengthening and straightening. She made small circular motions with her toned arse, flicking her bum up like a bunny in flight. 'Well, this is ridiculous,' Karen said. 'How is a girl to concentrate with all these distractions?' The room was stunned into silence. Karen turned around and glared at the lad whilst she brushed her hand against his jeans. 'This will just not do.' Expertly, she undid his buckle and pulled his jeans half-way down his thighs. His cock sprang around and levelled off. It was thick and weighty and pointed straight at her. 'That's better.' She stroked the cock a couple of times and turned back round to face the table. She then flicked her short skirt up around her hips, pulled her thong to one side and reversed herself onto the rock hard member. The cock squeezed into her pussy and penetrated her. Karen looked over her shoulder and smiled at the stunned bloke, then pushed herself slowly down his length. She moaned at the sensation and settled her ass cheeks firmly against him. The room held its breath. Karen moved slowly, pulling herself forward, then slid herself backwards onto the lads engorged cock. She sighed with every plunge, taking her time and enjoying the sensations. Then she levelled the pool cue against the white and struck the ball. It missed its intended target and bounced against the cushion. 'Why, you dirty little slut,' Michelle shook her head at her friend. She turned to the three blokes standing around the pool table. Each one of them was gawping at their mate shagging Karen. 'I think that's cheating, getting help from someone else,' Michelle leaned back against the wall, her finger playing with the knot on the front of her tied-up shirt, 'So. Who wants to help me take my shot?' Two of the lads were grinning like wanking japs. The third lad, younger than the others, smiled but backed away into a corner. Michelle held a frosty bottle of beer to her mouth and slowly poured the contents out over her lips, her chin and down her cleavage. The liquid soaked the edges of her shirt and wet her voluptuous breasts. 'Oh, look what I've done.' She held a finger to her bottom lip, 'Can someone help me with this?' The two boys almost tripped over themselves as they rushed towards Michelle. She giggled as they both fumbled at her body, hands like an octopus as they grabbed her arse, hips, thighs, boobs. She grabbed them by the scruff of the necks and guided one to each breast. She threw her head back as they hungrily lapped away at her wet skin, undoing her top and grabbing one delicious, beer-flavoured tit each in their hands. Karen cheered at the sight of her friend getting molested by the two lads. She tossed her hair from her face and built up a pounding rhythm. After a few moments she reached around and pulled the guy's hands up to her bum. 'Grab hold of me and really start giving it to me,' she said. The lad gripped her hips, his thumbs hooking under her skirt, and started to slam against her ass, thrusting forward with each stroke. Karen toppled against the table with the force of the renewed fucking and she had to brace her arms against the edge of the table as the cock slid into her with the force of a jackhammer. 'Uh, uh, yes. That's it. Fuck me harder, yessss.' she moaned. Michelle watched the top of two heads nuzzling into her. She glanced over at Karen, who was getting nailed good and proper. She caught her eye and they exchanged a smile. Although enjoying the attention on her breasts, Michelle needed more. She gently pushed one of the heads downwards. His mouth nibbled at her belly and chewed away at the waistband of her daisy dukes as he knelt before her. He soon found the buttons to her jeans and popped them open, one at a time. He pulled her shorts down over her hips and to her feet, where she daintily stepped out of them and resumed her position, legs astride, hips beckoning. His tongue plunged into her pussy, lapping at the taste. Bracing herself against the ledge of the table, Michelle balanced her arse on the edge, brushed a number of balls to the side and slowly fell back onto the green felt top. She hooked her legs around one of the lads, guiding him between her thighs. He quickly got the message and unzipped his pants, releasing his straining member. Michelle grabbed the cock and guided it towards her aching pussy. She wrapped her legs around the lad and pulled him towards her, impaling herself on the juicy manrod. Yummy, she thought to herself, this is more like it. She stroked the other lad's back, who had stripped whilst slavering attention on her breasts. His tongue worked a symphony on her nipples, his mouth the orchestra which teased a melody from her quivering form. She arched her back and mewled like a cat. Karen watched the scene with growing desire. The lad fucking her from behind was doing a great job, and she felt her pussy clenching with involuntary spasms, climbing toward the perfect plateau of the orgasmic state. But watching her friend lay down on the pool table really excited her. Karen moved forward with each aggressive thrust from behind. She leant onto the table opposite the threesome, arched forward onto the table and moved her face close to Michelle's and pressed her lips against hers. The kiss was returned passionately, each girl's hands clawing at the hair of the other. This was too much for the lad fucking Karen, and his thrusts became erratic, his legs clenching and he grunted out the name of God in five languages. Karen felt hot cum flood up within her, spurting again and again, hot and wet and powerful, it pushed her over the edge and she orgasmed, her mouth open over Michelle's. She lifted her head, blonde hair spilling over Michelle. 'Come over here, you.' She said to the naked guy working Michelle's breasts to a frenzy. He grinned and clambered over the table, flipping Karen onto her back and entering her in one smooth move. Both girls lay on the table, a blonde yin next to a brunette yang, their hair flowed around their heads. They reached out to each other, fingers exploring mouths and breasts and areas of pleasure. The lads on top of them pounded the girls relentlessly, holding onto thighs and feet as they thrust against the hot pussies, intent on fucking. Their cocks became mechanical pistons, driving in and out, in and out, the sweat gathering on their arms and faces, skin flushed and prickled as they shagged the two wonton goddesses on the table. Suddenly one of the guys grunted and withdrew from Michelle, grasping his cock and wanking hard. This set the other guy off, and he pulled his member from Karen and aimed at her sweaty body. He yelled and a ribbon of cum splashed against Karen's breasts. She squealed in delight as another spurt landed on her belly and thigh. Shorter spurts leapt out onto her thighs and legs and feet. The other lad half laughed as he knelt forward and shot a long jet of cum against Michelle's face. She gasped, then stuck out her tongue. The lad squirted another stream of cum into her mouth and lips. He pumped hard, shaking and trembling from the orgasm, aiming the juice into her beckoning pout. 'Good boys,' Karen said, kneeling up on the table, rubbing semen into her body. 'That was delicious, and the tables all yours now.' Michelle sat up as the lads retreated to get dressed and finish their pints. She licked her lips, tasting the creamy saltiness on her tongue and teeth. She dabbed at a dribble of cum on her chin, then noticed the shy youngster near the door. 'Did you enjoy the show?' Michelle asked. The last lad nodded. 'Yeah, that was amazing. Better than porn.' Michelle jumped off the table and walked over to the guy, swishing her naked hips as she went. 'Better than porn?' she said. 'You hear that, Karen?' Karen joined her friend as they stood in front of the trembling youngster. They moved closer, brushing themselves gently against him, teasing him with their bodies. A touch, a brush, a sigh, a groan. The two of them lap danced around him, barely touching him, but tantalising him beyond suppression. They knelt down in front of him and Karen reached out, stroking the length of his cock and tickling his balls beneath his slacks. She was an expert at finger-play, and she wanted him rock hard before they unzipped him to suck his manhood. But his legs began to tremble and he groaned, half in lust and half in sorrow, his groin flexed and jolted and a wet patch appeared at the top of his trousers. 'Oh dear. A little premature, Karen.' Michelle said. Karen stood up, kissed the youngster, and straightened her clothing. Michelle gathered her clothes and wiggled quickly into them. They left the group of lads without a word, skipped out of the pub and hopped into Michelle's convertible Lexus. * As the lads laughed and drank and retold their side of the story, the lens on the newly installed security camera tightened. Wilson, the pub owner, trembled as he checked that the machine was still recording. This will make a nice addition to that porn site, he thought. Wonder how much I could get for this? Playing Pool Proves... Playing Pool Proves To Be More Fun To have sex with someone that you aren't married to is perilous and dangerous. When you are lusting after another man, it can be hard to deal with, but it's easier when that person is on the road and you don't see him very often. It became a dreary week and I needed a release, so going out with the girls for a few drinks sounded great. We got to Mad Anthony's when it was winding down at the pool tables. Now you must understand, I hadn't planned on going out and playing pool, so I hadn't really dressed in the appropriate clothes. There I was Mini-dress and no stockings or panties and the dress was low-cut! We decided that none of us were really dressed right but since it was just us, a little show couldn't hurt anyone. Besides our egos needed a boost! We proceeded to challenge a couple guys to a game of pool. Despite the fact that we stunk we always seemed to be the winners. Maybe because the guys like the view? We continued playing when all of a sudden there were some co-workers that had arrived and HE was with them. The key to my lust had walked through the door and wearing a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. Now, you must know that he knows about my feelings and that if coerced in the right way he could have HIS way. I sucked in a deep breath and exited the room to the ladies room to regain my composure. He looked damned good, as usual and I had had a few beers. To say nothing of the fact that playing pool and making the other guys horny made me horny as hell. When I came back to the table, the other 2 guys were playing pool with the other women I was with. He just sat at the table with his shit-eating grin on his face and a beer for me in his hand. He moved the chair closer to him for me to sit next to him. We sat there talking, while in my mind I was questioning what was going to happen, would I succumb to him or what. He then said he had to check into his room, would I help him with his things. I said no, but he made me promise to stay until he got back, I said OK. We all began to take turns playing pool, I hadn't noticed his return until I had won the game and he started playing the next game against me. Every time it was my shot he stood behind me, and whispered, "nice view", which I loved. Then 1 of the women had to leave to go home to her husband, had I not had quite a few beers I would have left also. The other 2 guys said they would share a room if the other woman and I wanted to share the other room, they didn't notice what had been going on between him and I all night, but the other woman knew. She said yes we would, and proceeded to call my husband and told him the situation W/my State of drunkenness and that she would look after me. HE just sat there staring at me, driving me wild and I knew then my resolve to stay faithful was being tested. Since the other woman and I didn't have clothes the guys offered us t-shirts, but she said, nah, we sleep naked and stared at HIM! The other guys were tired so they wanted to go to bed, the other woman went up with them to help them clear out the room and then bring down an extra key for me, when she did, she said "You don't have to use it if you don't want to", she winked at HIM and me. I denied anything would happen and HE snickered "it's up to her, but I will try my best or worst!" I was done for, she had left and we were alone in the bar. No one was around and we were sitting at a table. HE began to talk to me about "things" when I felt his hand trail up under my dress hem and his finger met the warmth of my pussy. HIS long and thick fingers went into my pussy and he said "My you are so hot and wet, you want me bad!" I was melting and tingling at his touch, I couldn't contain myself. It was quite obvious he was ready to burst - out of his jeans, but he continued to touch and caress me, first with 1 finger, then 2. I was having a hard time holding the conversation and not squirming. He suggested we go to his room. I couldn't say NO, I couldn't say anything, he was almost making me cum when he withdrew his fingers. My eyes said it all; I was ready to cry with total desire for him. He said, "if you want more then come with me now!" I had no choice, I was burning for him - I stood up and my thighs were wet from me and then I kissed his fingers. We got on the elevator and he hit the stop button and got on the floor underneath me. He proceeded to taste me flicking his tongue into me until I cried out with excitement, I came to climax and had an orgasm in seconds. He got up and restarted the elevator, looked at me and said, "Just wanted a snack before the 7 course meal to come!" We finally got to his room. He had anticipated me being with him when we got there, candles were lit and he had CDs playing slow sensual music. There were some "clothes" for me to put on, which consisted of a garter with nylons and a nippleless bra and a matching silk robe. He helped me undress, pulled my dress up over my head and unhooked my bra saying, "let these babies get some air," kissing them free from the bra. He then helped me get dressed in his gifts. The bra fit (how did he know my size? Said that his hand held so much and that was about the amount), so did everything else. His deft fingers made me think that he'd done this many times, but he denied this, said that he had done it to me in his dreams so often it was 2nd nature. There I stood - nearly naked - and he was fully clothed. "Not Fair" I said, "you have seen everything of me but I haven't seen anything but outlines of you." I made him do a strip tease for me. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and was he stiff, his cock bounced out of his jeans to attention, I just started to imagine what I could have done to him under the table had I known. I started to get hot all over again. I walked over to him and for the first time we kissed. Long and hard, tongues exploring our mouths, we couldn't get enough. I started to feel light headed, not sure if it was from all the beer and no food or the orgasm I felt mounting in me and was sure to cum if he touched me just so down there. So we sat and ate the snacks he had arranged earlier. Chocolate dipped strawberries, bananas, and pudding and whipped cream. "Let me feed you," he said with lust in his voice. He proceeded to peel the banana and said "show me how you will eat me with this banana." I took the banana from him and put most in my mouth, sucking and mushing it with my mouth and tongue until I could swallow it all. He groaned as I did this. He then took out a strawberry and said " show me how you want me to suck at your gorgeous breasts." I started to lick the chocolate from the strawberry and then took little nips from it then I took it all in my mouth. We then got to the pudding and whipped cream - I said, "let me!" I took off my clothes, what there was of them, and smeared the pudding on my pussy and led a streak of whipped cream up my belly putting 2 heaping mounds on my nipples. I said, "HUNGRY?" He started his feeding frenzy. He began with the right nipple, sucking to get the whipped cream off to get to the hard nipple ready and waiting for him tongue and teeth to play. He took his fingers and started to scoop some of the pudding up me and taking time out to lick his fingers and putting them in my mouth to taste the pudding. He went to the left nipple now, sucking and licking all the whipped cream off and sucking and playing with the nipple. "You have gorgeous tits, I just want to play here all night!" He bent down now to clean up the rest of the pudding that remained, with his mouth and tongue. I tried to bend down and lick his huge cock that seemed to almost burst with anticipation of what was to come (no pun intended). But he wouldn't let me, "not yet, I am still eating." He laid me down on the bed and proceeded to lick me with his strong tongue entering me, probing me and finding my clit. He finally found the nub and sucked and squeezed until I yelled in ecstasy and another orgasm took over my body. I had cum again as he said "relax, I am only getting started!" He wanted to clean me up, so we decided to shower. As the water beaded down on us, I was finally able to touch him, washing him from the back first, I worked my way down his back to his cute ass and then down his legs, with trails of kisses to tantalize him. I turned him around and started up his legs to find his cock full and ready for me. I licked the head and he moaned. I proceeded to massage his cock the full length from the head to the balls and back up. He couldn't take it anymore and he took me right there, in the shower. He entered me and picked me up to rest on his thighs as he pumped his cock into me. He began to pump harder. I almost exploded with another orgasm, when he started to probe and then found my clit and rubbed that in sync with his pumping. We climaxed together in waves of passion. We finished the shower and explored our bodies with tongues and fingers. He started to rise to the occasion as I was also getting hot. We got to his bed and he finally let me have some fun with him, so I explored. teasing his nipples until they ached and were rocks. I worked my way down his body to his immense organ that was at full attention again. I licked his little droplets of cum from his head then I took more of the cum and rubbed it all over the shaft of his penis. Then I got to his hot balls and played with them between my fingers. I finally put my mouth to his cock and took him in full, he gasped with pleasure and I began to suck, lick and grasp him with my hands. Moving my mouth over his entire shaft, in and out until he couldn't take it anymore and came into my mouth. I sat up and swallowed and he just smiled and said, "we aren't over yet!" He handed me the robe and said "wear only this and come with me", as he put on his shorts, skimpy as they were outlining his already rock hard cock. We went out of the room and we got on the elevator, went back to the bar. It was closed, he said, "I have it all arranged, don't worry!" He took out the key and opened up the door. We went in and found some beer and the pool tables racked up and ready for us. He had arranged everything for us to play in private. "It's all arranged, I know how you've always wanted me to take you on the pool table, well we are here to 'play some pool'," he just smiled. We had unlimited play time on the tables, he told me to break. As I got ready to break, he came up behind me and disrobed me so I was naked. He told me for every ball I sank, I got a kiss (where ever I wanted) and for every ball he sank, I got to do whatever ever he wanted. I hit the ball, nervously I sank the stripe ball, and I then guided his mouth down to my right breast. He stayed a little longer than a kiss, but I didn't complain. I hit the balls again and sank a solid, his ball - now the rules got tricky. Since it was his ball that I sank I had to do something to him of his choice; of course it was to kiss his hot cock which I hadn't noticed was released from his pants and standing straight up! But I complained, since I did sink a ball I should get a kiss, so he chose the spot and kissed me between my legs in just the right spot. He was having too much fun with this, and I was just getting hotter and hornier as the night wore on. We continued this play for a while starting new games and finally we were playing the last game of the night and I sank the 8 ball by mistake, he said, "uh oh, this is a special rule, now get on the pool table!" Knowing we were both near climaxing, him straining with a rather large hard on and me dripping wet, I did as he said. I thought he was ready to end this turmoil but I was wrong, he stuck 1 finger, then 2 then 3 fingers in me. Finding my clit with his thumb, he flicked it until I came all over his hand. We continued to play the game, and I was sinking more balls than he did, he was feeling neglected. I put the cue stick down and went down on him. Just enough to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. He couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed me and bent me over the table and entered me. He began with just the head of his engorged cock, and then he thrust into me. I wasn't expecting him to feel so good. We moved in rhythm together as if we were made for each other. We finally came and just rested in complete exhaustion. We got up and put what clothes we had with us back on. We went back to his room and just held each other, knowing we couldn't do it again. He suggested I stay the night but I knew the rumor mill would be a buzz, so I got dressed and went back to the room. The other woman awoke when I walked in and said, "where have you been?" whispering under her breath, "as if I have to ask!" I just smiled and said, playing pool.