"Six ball, side pocket"
I watched closely as my girlfriend Kim stretched across the pool table, lining up her shot. She had an incredible body, full round ass, narrow waist, fantastic tits, all leading up to her beautiful face topped with long dirty blond hair. And her lips, the amazing things she could do with those lips...
"I said, it's your shot, Mark. Are you listening to me?"
"Sorry, babe. Just watching you move around like that, it's kinda distracting."
"What, like this?" she said, bending over the table and thrusting her ass in the air. She shifted her weight back and forth, causing her cheeks to twitch inside her skintight jeans, and causing my breath to catch in my throat.
"Something like that, yeah," I choked out.
We were in my basement rec room, breaking in my new pool table. I had gotten a large bonus at work, after signing a very lucrative sales contract. To celebrate, I had gone on a bit of a shopping spree, with Kim's help. The pool table and its accessories were the main purchase, and the best, considering how much we both enjoyed the game.
"Have I told you how much I love having this table here?" Kim asked, echoing my thoughts. She turned around, resting her derriere on the table and planting her cue stick in front of her. "Not only can we play whenever we feel like it, but we can do so many other things as well. Things that we couldn't do at the bar." Kim pushed the pool cue in at an angle as she spoke, so that it rested against her ankle, then her calf, her thigh... My eyes were locked on the stick as she pulled it firmly between her legs, and then began slowly rubbing it against her denim-covered pussy. "Mmmm, y'know what I mean, babe?"
"Oh yeah," I answered, feeling myself starting to get hard as the smooth wood see-sawed against her mound. When she let out a loud moan, I knew she must have reached her clit, the pressure sending sparks of delight through her body.
"You know, babe, I have a better stick you can use for that." Stepping closer, I pulled the pool cue from her hands. Kim spread her legs wide, and then wrapped them around me as my hard cock bumped up against her crotch. As I leaned forward to kiss her, I felt her hard-nippled tits pressing into my chest, and we ground together, continuing the rhythm Kim had set with the cue. Our lips crushed together, tongues tangling as I ran my hands across her back and down to her waist. God, I wanted to rip her clothes of and fuck her right there on the table, spread-eagled and moaning my name. I reached for her jeans to do just that when I felt her hand on my chest, pushing me away.
"And just what do you think you're doing, mister?" she panted. The words sounded angry, but the glint in her eyes told me she wanted to play a little before getting down to some serious fucking.
I smiled, and said, "Just trying to be helpful, ma'am. You seemed to be uncomfortable, so I thought we should remove some of your restrictive clothing. See, you're still having trouble breathing."
Kim shook her head slowly. "Uh-uh, buddy. If you want to get into _these_ pants..." and here she slid her hand slowly down the front of her jeans, until she was once again rubbing her pussy while staring hungrily into my eyes. I stood frozen in place, riveted by her actions as she drew her hand back up to her mouth and started softly sucking on her middle finger. Then the now-wet digit retraced its path, this time going under her jeans. Kim closed her eyes briefly when her finger reached its destination, then opened them and smiled at me.
"Mmmmm, God that feels good. Now where was I?" Her hand continued to move as she spoke, and I could tell that her finger was sliding deep into her pussy, back and forth in the heated wetness. I could hear the muted squishing noises that told me how wet she was - God, I loved that sound! "Oh yeah. If you want to get into _these_ pants, then you'll need to earn it. You'll have to win the right to ravage me."
I watched her busy hand for a few seconds before I realized that she was waiting for a response.
"Wh- what? Win the right? How- what do you mean?" I was having trouble forming a coherent sentence, since all I could think about was my hard, pulsing cock, uncomfortable in my pants, and how much I wanted to put it where Kim's finger was right now.
"I mean a game. A pool game, but we play by my rules. If you win, then you get to fuck me, for as long as you want."
"And if you win?"
"Then I get to fuck you, for as long as I want." Kim smiled as she said this, looking at me with an incredible mix of lust and innocence on her face.
"The game is called Strip Pool. I'll go over the rules in a second, but first, to give you some incentive..." She pulled her hand out of her pussy and her pants, took a step closer to me and dragged her thoroughly wet fingers across my upper lip. The sight and smell of her juices hit me like a Mack truck, and I tried to catch her finger in my mouth. But she snatched her hand back too quickly for me, and shook her head. "Uh-uh, I did all the work, that means I get the reward." And with that, she slid her fingers between her lips and started sucking her wetness off them, closing her eyes in delight.
God, nothing turned me on more than seeing Kim like that, playing with herself and tasting her own juices. I swallowed to get rid of the lump in my throat, but nothing could get rid of the lump in my jeans. I reached forward to run my hands over Kim's tits and the hard nipples pointing through her shirt, but she slapped my hands. "No! Game first, then the sex!" She was laughing at me, at how horny she could make me in just a few seconds.
"OK, so how does this game go?"
"Simple," Kim explained. "We play regular 8-ball, but every time you sink a ball, your opponent has to remove an article of clothing. Strip pool."
"Sounds good to me. Do you want to break?"
"Uh-uh. You can have that honour." Kim pulled the rack from its hook while I quickly started pulling balls out of pockets. Again she laughed at my eagerness. "Oh yeah, Mark, one last rule."
"What's that?"
"Distractions are allowed," she purred, as she rubbed her right hand over her crotch and tweaked her nipple with her left. I stared in awe for a couple of seconds, then grabbed my stick – my cue-stick, that is, and said, "OK, rack 'em up!"
My break was a thundercrash – apparently I was highly motivated. And luckily, the 11-ball dropped into a corner pocket. With a big grin, I turned to Kim and said, "All right, take off the shirt. I want to see those big beautiful boobs that you're always teasing me with."