Harris spun the pawn. She whirled across the table towards the bottom right corner. It was a perfect spin - clear Harris was expert. Both her knees went over the edge of the table but not a garter. Had Harris been a player there would have been fifteen points to his team, but he was not; neither had she gone so far for the dice to be rolled; the game had begun.
At the pocket 'her' young gentleman, his vermillion knob upright but not yet to penetrate her. Not according to the rules. She was, she found, a little disappointed. He spun her and she whirled away, round and round up the table, the feeling upon her bottom only slight, the wax and highly polished tabletop making the movement almost frictionless. It was a good spin -- a fifteen pointer. Harris moved the scoreboard, moving the brass arrow for the team along.
The next player not so skilful, perhaps, her whirl across the table a little too fast, perhaps his aim off as she arrived at the middle of the right-hand side of the table with a lot of leg over the edge.
"Dexter!" cried the young gentleman at the right middle position and, indeed, the green ribbon was well over the edge of the table -- her 'starboard' leg. The man reached for the dice, shook and spilled them out of his hand onto the table. A double three -- six points to his team but, perhaps more importantly to the young gentlemen, a half dozen thrusts into the pawn. His rather slender and pointed penis twitching. He wasted no time, her opening was right before him, at the edge of the table and he held himself, aimed and pushed in.
"One, two, three, four..." Harris was counting. His task as referee to ensure all played according to the rules.
"So good!" exclaimed the young man. Around the table the other young gentlemen watching with some envy and perhaps even concern. There was a risk to the game that not every player would bring his cue into play. A common ploy being to spin the pawn towards a single player and for him to over excite, perhaps with successive high dice scores and ejaculate out of the game -- into the pawn. A risky strategy to employ, perhaps, as his team might well be building up a high score.
The young man withdrew, his turn almost over, but still he needed to spin the pawn. He spun, sending the pawn whirling; correctly he had spun her the opposite way from before, anti rather than clockwise. Appropriate not to make the pawn unnecessarily dizzy. Back up the table she went towards the top left.
"Sinister!" and it was clearly so, almost her green ribbon over as well as the red. A shake of the dice but a groan from the young man's team, it was the lowest score, a two and a one, merely three thrusts and three points to the team's score, albeit none to the other team. A second penis sliding easily into the pawn. "One, two, three". And then he too spun the pawn right back down the table. A poor spin, with the pawn's feet not even over the edge. A ten point penalty. The recent three just swallowed up. Back to right middle and a first-rate spin, knees over but not ribbons. A good fifteen and none to the opposition.
But back up to top left -- the sinister team. Was it deliberate, the risky strategy or a poor spin? Both garters over. No score for the spinning team but for the young man a second chance with the dice, his still wet penis, rather thick and with low slung, rather hairy balls, twitching excitedly. But a groan from both him and his team. A double six -- twelve pips but doubled to twenty-four. A great addition to the sinister team's score but that risk. That especial risk. Twenty-four non-stop thrusts could cause ejaculation -- and worse, not necessarily at the twenty-fourth. The team might not even get that many points and lose a player. Not permitted in the rules to pause or slow during the fuck.
Grins from the dexter team. Did they know? Important in so many games to know the capabilities of the opponent, and no less so in Italian Billiards; was the particular young man known to not be very good at holding his semen? An easy ejaculator -- a man with a tendency to 'come too soon'?
She was surprised how she was getting into the game, finding the competition exciting, to say nothing of the sexual excitement and pleasure she was receiving. For the second time that evening the young man slipped into her, that lovely filling feeling and that delightful pull on her clitoris as he began his twenty-four. Silence in the room as the fuck began, no sound but the wet sucking noise of joined genitalia moving and Harris' steady count. Up and up went the numbers and then a cry from the young man:
"Oh, no!"
Faces of his teammates falling as the fuck continued. "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three."
"Aaagh, ohhh!"
"Twenty-four!" Clear as Harris spoke the young man was ejaculating, his penis pouring out his semen into the pawn. Nothing for him to do now but withdraw from the pawn and the game. He stepped backwards, pulling himself from the woman's sex, cock turgid and dripping. It would not stay like that. He would continue to watch the game but not with the arousal and firm penises of the others. Out of the game he would stand against the wall and watch. His fellow teammates looked at him disapprovingly. He had added twenty-three to their score, though.
For the dealer now to spin the pawn back into the game. Down the table she went, whizzing around and around on her waxed bottom, the players and room a mere blur. Down to the bottom left but, again, a perfect spin. Her legs and knees over but neither garter. Harris was good, perhaps that was why he was not playing but performing the role of dealer. He would have an unfair advantage over the younger players.
Back up the table she spun, a feeling of wet beneath her. She realised the spinning, the centrifugal force was releasing the recently deposited semen out of her, blobs of the stuff spraying out of her -- indeed, a little bit like she was ejaculating semen herself! If a number of the players 'came' the tabletop could get quite messy, perhaps even more slippery. Another twist on the gameplay perhaps? A need to judge the pitch, it becoming faster when wet.
Quite a game. The dexter team doing really well until one player spun too hard and fast. Perhaps misjudging the slip but the pawn went further than planned, much further indeed as she went right off the table down onto a cushion. A loss of fifty points -- significant! And, of course, a throw of the dice to the sinister team. A double five, a potential twenty points! Indeed, achieved without an ejaculation.
The sinister team, despite being one down, crept into the lead, but then disaster. A second ejaculation leaving the team with just the one young man. The dexter team pressed home their advantage, not now trying merely to score tens and fifteens but to make him roll the dice and keep fucking the pawn. Grins from the dexter team when he kept scoring high.
Back again she went to the single young man, back for his penis to slide into her once more. Repetitive but not unpleasant, not at all. Quite the opposite. Did the rules give extra points to a team that made the pawn come? A nice penis too -- well, they all were! Fleshy and firm but she rather liked the upwards curve and its well-shaped 'coal-scuttle'; she found she could very much feel its brim, its scoup, its fine purple edged corona. In for another eleven strokes. Would this be the third ejaculation into her of the evening?
No, though she thought he came close. Indeed, one of his opponents said 'Nearly, old boy," with a grin. But he spoke too soon, a perhaps poor play then by the young man with the fine curve and 'coal-scuttle', landed the other man with a green and red garter and a requirement to shake the dice. They rattled across the table -- a double six. A twenty-four fuck! So amusingly that proved too much for the young man who had spoken too soon. Too much at thirteen! The tables were turned upon him.
"More than nearly, eh, old boy!" The remaining single player from the sinister team being suitably teasing in reply as the young man with dripping cock withdrew from the table, no longer grinning.
Two players to one now. Three cues in play still. Firm, upright and ready to pocket. The single sinister player, with his upwards curving penis and 'coal-scuttle' knob bobbing, was playing well. Repeated fifteens added to the team score as he sent the pawn across the table with her knee or knees over the edge but not her garters. Good play from him but not from the dexters. A red garter straight over the edge, so the potential for the young man's upwards curve to spurt if a high dice score, but as the large, bollock sized, dice clattered across the table, it showed an easy four and five pips. A nine thrust. Not a problem -- indeed a pleasure! A grin from him as, again, he sunk his turgid organ between the pawn's soft thighs, Harris as the dealer counting his thrusts up to the nine.
