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Lori: Shooting Pool

By: LB19642003



At this time of year, living in the northeastern US with snow falling a great deal, it just seems like a warm, summer story is in order…

Lori: Shooting Pool

Lori and her husband, married 19 years, went on a trip to spend the weekend with a few of their also-married friends. They had rented a house together on an island off the coast of North Carolina. 

It was a large place, and the ad looked like it should easily be able to accommodate the four couples. It had four bedrooms with baths, two decks, a large great room with fireplace and POOL TABLE, and a hot tub. 

Meeting Lori and her husband were Ron and Tammi, Joe and Beth, and Jim and Margie. The women had all worked together for a company in the northeast that had been going through tough times and a lot of changes, and they had bonded out of adversity. The husbands had become friends and played softball and cards together often. It was a nice group of middle-class folks, mostly in their mid to late 30’s, and mostly second marriages. In fact Lori and her husband were the only ones still on their first, likely because they had children when young, and unless something changed it was likely only a matter of time before they split up. Each day they just grew further and further apart…

The ride to the house was quiet, as usual, but both Lori and her husband were impressed as they pulled up. It really was huge, and being recently built it looked fresh and clean. The other couples were already there as they lived closer. Everyone came out and helped with the bags and food, and the many, many cases of liquor. They all liked to party, and the long weekends they spent together were almost always a great deal of fun. 

As they entered the house they were struck by its open architecture, with plenty of windows in the rear to take full advantage of the beach views. It was early June, and summer had just started. 

Ron immediately took Lori’s husband out to the deck, as he had spotted a few youngsters fucking in the dunes. They could just see some young lad pounding the hell out of a girl in the missionary position. They were about 100 yards away, but since the moon was half full and the sky was clear they could make them out pretty well. 

They cracked their first beer and toasted to “young love.” 

“I remember when Tammi and I used to fuck at the beach. She was horny as hell in her twenties and wanted it often. We’d get under a blanket and in no time her hand would be stroking my cock. We even did it a few times when other people were nearby, but always with the blanket covering us. She thinks she’s got a plump ass and she’s a little self-conscious about it.  "Jeeze, she used to bitch and moan after about all the sand she would get in her crack.” They were both laughing and enjoying themselves. All of them felt so comfortable around one another and it was good to get together.

“Hey, sandy-crack! Get that hot ass of yours out here and look at the fucking going on!” Ron yelled through the door. 

Joe and Jim jokingly asked him who he was talking to. 

“Fuck you fellers” was Ron’s response, “Your wives, that’s who!” 

Ron was the oldest and the biggest ball-breaker in the group. 

Tammi came out onto the deck along with Joe and Jim. “Where! Where’s the action!” she hurriedly asked. 

“Right over there” Ron pointed.  “Remember when we used to make love on the beach, old man” she said. 

“I thought we just FUCKED, ‘cause you were always a horny hot bitch” he replied. “What happened to you?” he asked. 

Tammi slapped him hard on the ass cheek. “You got too old and respectable, not me.”

Jim and Joe started to tease Tammi about screwing outdoors. She gave it right back to them. She was a tough lady, and nobody’s fool, and wouldn’t take any crap from the likes of them. She was also used to flirting with men as she got a good deal of attention. 

Tammi was ten years younger than Ron, making her 33. She was tall at 5’10,” and built like an Amazon. She had soft brown hair and was a 38D, which the boys had determined a few years ago on one of these same types of weekends when Joe forgot poker chips and they played cards using their wives’ bras and panties for betting. (None of them got laid for the remainder of that weekend after getting caught. The wives just didn’t see the humor in it, led by Lori who was the bitchiest, probably because she had the smallest tits…) 

Tammi was a 38D, Beth a 36C, Marge a 34C, and Lori was a member of the “small titties club” with just a 34B, which would have been fine with her husband if she just showed them off more often. Tammi wasn’t afraid to occasionally show off her tits with a nice bra and low cut shirt, which is probably why she got so much attention. 

They all made for a diverse group, as Tammi was big with brown hair and hazel eyes, Beth was 30, 5’6”, average sized with jet-black hair and dark eyes, Marge was 36, 5’7,”also average sized with red hair and green eyes, and Lori was 39, 5’4”, 120 pounds, a petite, dyed-blond with blue eyes. The men were attractive and in fair shape. Jim was African American, and Margie always teased the other women about what a stud Jim is.   

There was a hot tub on the lower deck, and Lori’s husband was looking forward to watching the ladies in there. Each year the group got less inhibited, probably since they were all such good friends and getting older. Maybe he would get to see some fresh naked bodies this time! 

All the women were pretty well proportioned, no one really overweight, although only Tammi could be described as sporting a tight body. She didn’t have to work anymore and so worked out at a gym regularly. Beth and Margie stayed in good shape through diet and a couple of gym workouts a week. Lori was generally pretty lazy. She worked but didn’t work out, and was getting a little paunchy, but still had not let herself go too far. 

He also hoped they’d get some tennis in the next day, as he loved watching the women bounce around in their little tennis outfits. Only Lori wore tennis shorts instead of a skirt. She is a PAINFULLY boring dresser. Usually they would swap wives for the tennis, which made it all the more fun as he didn’t have to put up much with Lori and could occasionally smash a ball at her across the net. Last year he nailed her in the left breast with an overhead shot and her nipple was red and swollen for a week. Ron, Jim and Joe kept trying to ice it down for her but she’d have none of it. 

Lori wasn’t always a pain, and could actually be fun at times if they could get a few glasses of wine in her. She also got hornier the more she drank and that was somewhat entertaining until she always had that one-drink-too-many and passed out. She would be a major bitch in the morning when she was hung over, but luckily the other couples pretty much put up with it. Usually Joe would try to get her to drink a bloody mary and that helped.  

Margie and Beth had been slamming down glasses of wine and so they swayed a little as they came out on the deck. They had both changed into sweat suits to be comfortable. Margie had on a sports bra with no shirt over it and her blue sweat suit was half open offering a nice view. Beth had on a light casual shirt under her green suit, which matched her beautiful eyes. Both women had very large nipples, probably due to having a few children each, and as they came out onto the deck the cooler air made them stand to attention. 

“Who turned up the lights?” Lori’s husband asked. Lori slapped his arm hard. Her nipples were also hard but he hadn’t really noticed. 

Tammi’s guns were so big they were wrapped in a large supportive bra most of the time and you couldn’t see her nips. He always wondered how big Tammi’s nipples were. Nothing better than big tits with small sensitive nipples. He hated big brown ones. Just thought they looked dirty. Give him a nice small pink or red areola and a large eraser sized nip and he was in heaven. Lori’s weren’t bad, when he got to see them. When they were younger he would chase her around the house pinching and plucking them and trying to make her laugh. He would try to corner her and suck them, but she would usually holler too much as she was afraid some neighbor would see. She must have thought EVERY neighbor they had was a voyeur! Like they had nothing else to do, and didn’t have better to look at…

The young guy in the dunes appeared to be arching his back and had stopped pumping away. His girlfriend looked like a sand crab on its back, with her arms and legs flailing around, and wrapping around her boyfriend. They figured he was shooting his load into her. Lori had walked out right at the end and Ron pointed out the show. 

“That’s gross. How can they be so obvious” was her only reply. 

“Your poor husband” Ron said to no one in particular. 

At least Lori also had a glass of wine going.

They all sat down around the large table on the deck. The ocean was just a few hundred feet past the dunes and since the deck was off the second floor they could see waves crashing in the surf in the moonlight. It felt great. The warm breeze, the ocean sounds, the salt air, the bright moon…it was a perfect setting, and they lingered until 2AM catching up on all the major and minor details of their lives, and enjoyed the sensations the alcohol provided. 

They all lived within a few hours drive of each other, but they didn’t get together as much as they wished. Kids, careers, and just life in general often got in the way. 

Still, they did get make it a point to get together at least once a year for a three day weekend without the kids. “Molly’s an honor student.” “Tom just made varsity” “Janie just got over the flu.” The women prattled on. 

Lori’s children were older and had just started college. She had also recently gone back to work and she rambled on and on about her job and things going on at the office. Her husband wanted to kill her often as she would droll on and on. He never bored her with a bunch of talk about work, and so it drove him crazy when she got going and just wouldn’t stop. She was a lazy and selfish woman, and he was getting towards the end of finding her appealing at all. For her part his general displeasure just didn’t seem to register so she didn’t react to it much. She thought he had become more boring and uncaring as well, but chocked it up to the fact they had been married for a long time and were getting older.  

They all went to bed. He could hear a good bit of fucking going on around him. Someone, probably Tammi, was getting a real pounding. Ron was a stud. Good for him. Sounded like Margie was quite a good little cock sucker, as it must have been Jim moaning for what seemed like an eternity. Lori had five glasses of wine so she passed out at about midnight. 

She just rolled over and snored when he slid into the bed next to her. He was getting horny hearing all his friends enjoying themselves, so he reached down and pulled his dick out of his pajama pants. 

He shook it a bit until it became completely hard, and then he stroked it imagining he had it between Tammi’s tits. Lori woke up as he was shaking the bed and looked over. He looked into her eyes. She saw him jerking off and just made a face and rolled over again. He tried to shake the bed harder after that. His fantasy turned to bending Lori over the hot tub and fucking her in the ass while she screamed and cried and all their friends watched and cheered him on. 

A few seconds later when he came and squirted what felt like a quart of jism he made sure a few shots hit her on the back. She didn’t stir. 

“Bitch” he thought, “why am I wasting my life with you?”

The next morning everyone was in an excellent mood. He said he was still tired since all the noise all around the house kept him up! 

Beth and Margie blushed. Tammi just snickered. 

Lori came down to the breakfast room where they were all gathered. Her eyes looked puffy and her hair, while brushed, still looked uneven. She couldn’t be THAT hung over. She hadn’t had that much to drink. What a drama queen...

Joe, ever the happy one after beating cancer a few years back, tried to cheer Lori up. 

“I’ll get ya one of my super-duper bloody mary’s right away. That’ll fix ya up.” 

Lori just grunted. 

Joe wet ahead and fixed the drink. He was a magician around the bar. Don’t know how he did it, but when Joe made drinks they always tasted different and better than anyone else’s. He put in celery seed, rubbed the glass rim with old bay, and a stood up a pickle spear in Lori’s drink. After she got about half down she started to perk up. Way to go, Joe! A magical “de-bitching” formula!

Lori’s husband was making omelettes. He liked to cook and was very good at it. He and Joe made one hell of a culinary team, and usually took on the kitchen duties on these weekends. 

They all wanted a calm and relaxing weekend, so nothing too strenuous was planned. They would play tennis today and then the beach, and golf tomorrow and beach. 

Tonight Joe and Lori’s husband were planning a New England style clam bake, with lobsters, clams, mussels, corn, potatoes and Italian bread. It was fairly easy to do and could feed them all at the same time without too much mess. Sounded great. 

Tomorrow night they would go out to a little restaurant/bar that had dancing. 

After cleaning up form breakfast, they got changed and all headed for the tennis courts. 

As expected, Tammi, Beth and Margie had on very sharp outfits, mostly white, with short skirts. Ron tried to talk Tammi into wearing a thong, but she wouldn’t go for it. She said there would be a fight over who would get to be her partner. (She was right!) Lori put on a dumpy faded-blue shirt and shorts that reached a good three or four inches past her knees. 

“Sure you’re not showing too much skin?” Jim asked. 

Even he had to take a shot. 

Ron suggested she at least go bra-less, and she shot him a dirty look. 

“Well, at least she won’t be distracting to her partner” Lori’s husband offered. 

She was annoyed again. So what if she wanted to be comfortable and not “all made up.” “They were going to hit some stupid fuzzy yellow ball back and forth at each other and get all sweaty anyway…”  

They got to the courts and warmed up, and then Joe made up the teams, trying to pair a weaker player with a stronger player. Ron drew Lori. Jim got Beth, Lori’s husband was with Margie, and, of course, Joe played with Tammi. They were probably two of the strongest players, and Joe got a lot of shit when he paired himself with her, but nobody minded too much as she was wearing a shirt that gave a great view right down her front. Joe might get to see her bend over from behind, but the rest of us would get some great views of her fabulous jugs.

The tennis was great fun. Serious, but not too much so. Joe and Tammi made short work of most of them, but Lori’s husband and Margie put up a pretty good fight. 

He had talked Margie into flashing her tits at Joe, and that had caused retaliation and no one was concentrating too much on the tennis. 

When her husband hollered that he thought he just went blind after seeing Tammi’s knockers, Lori was really pissed off by his behavior. Ron had to talk her out of walking off the courts by telling her to lighten up, and showing her his hairy ass. 

Even Lori had to laugh at that! 

Later in the match Ron did it again and Lori went over and rubbed it. That surprised EVERYONE. Ron even got her to partially “moon” Joe during that match! 

What a great morning. Exercise, tits and ass. 

They went back to the house and had lunch, and then got ready and headed down to the beach. 

The women all looked VERY hot. Tammi, Margie and Lori had on one piece suits, although Tammi’s and Margie’s were cut high on their thighs and plunged at the neckline. 

They had several coolers of beer and margaritas, and everyone, even Lori, were enjoying themselves. 

Ron was getting a little buzzed and said since everyone had seen his ass he wanted others embarrassed as well. In fact, he wanted to have a “hairiest ass” competition right there on the beach. 

The women were horrified to think he might be serious, and before any of them could yell at Ron to knock it off Joe and Jim had dropped their swimsuits and were shaking their asses in the women’s faces. 

Jim was rubbing his, stating that he kept it clean and smooth for Margie. 

Lori’s husband stood up and she tried to grab him to stop him but missed. TAMMI actually reached up and yanked his suit down, but he turned before she could check out his cock. 

Looked like Ron had won. He definitely had the hairiest ass! 

Ron now joked that the women had to participate too! He wanted to see which woman had the least hairy ass!

Tammi said that the contest was only about asses, nothing else, and wasted no time. 

“Hell, Joe’s been looking at it all day anyway” she said, as she quickly yanked the back of her suit so that the material went into her crack like a thong and gave the men a quick glance. 

“Besides, she said, everyone could tell by their swimsuits that Beth would win any OTHER hair contest.” 

Beth blushed. She had on a skimpy bikini, but had a wrap around her waist covering her like a short skirt. Joe had told them on a couple of occasions that Beth kept her pussy shaved clean, and how much he loved that as he enjoyed eating her and hated getting pubic hairs in his teeth.  

They had drawn a crowd with their antics, and a group of 6 or 7 young men cheered and clapped when Tammi showed her beautiful large ass cheeks. 

Amazingly Lori jumped up next but all she showed was a tiny portion of her’s. The crowd booed and she gave them a one-finger salute and a glare, causing them to laugh and cheer.

Margie was the best. She pulled her suit up like a thong and just left it that way. The crowd went wild, and she looked like she just loved the attention from the men half her age. 

“Jim bought me a thong to wear anyway. He wanted me to wear it today. If he’s good, maybe I will tomorrow.” 

Jim reached up and slapped her ass cheeks. 

Lori’s husband noticed it was tight. Very tight. And he thought he noticed teeth marks. Margie sat back down slowly and the crowd booed until she hopped back up and bent over and gave them one last shot. The young men started throwing dollar bills and five dollar bills in Margie’s direction, and Tammi jumped up and grabbed them for her. 

“Way to go Margie, you’re paying for this vacation!”

The men started a chant of “Beth, Beth, Beth, Beth.” 

The crowd had now swelled to maybe 15, and they took up the chant as well. 

Beth turned scarlet. “Joe, I don’t want to do this. There are just too many people.” “C’mon dear, it’ll be OK!” 

Beth stood and slipped off her wrap and pulled down the back of her bikini bottoms about three-quarters of the way. 

The beach erupted! 

No one saw the lifeguards come over until they asked the group to please stop. The crowd might get unruly and they didn’t want any trouble. 

Ron told them he would try to get these obviously wild and lascivious ladies to control themselves. “I am offended by their behavior anyway” Ron said. He’s so full of shit. You gotta love him.

They spent the rest of the afternoon quietly sunning themselves and sipping drinks. The crowd had sat nearby, and the bolder young men in the group kept bringing drinks over for the ladies. Tammi and Beth took sport in calling them “cabana boys” and pointing out how large or how hard their cocks must be to Margie and Lori. The men went back to the house to get dinner started.

Even Lori eventually got into it, and had one young gent she kept calling “Paco, the hot Latin cabana boy.” 

At one point when “Paco” brought her a beer and sat next to her she lazily slid her hand down his outer thigh. When she moved to his inner thigh and started rubbing Tammi thought they better get going back to the house as it was getting late and somebody was probably tipsy enough that they needed a cold shower.  


Lori: Shooting Pool



Tammi had gotten pretty wet watching Lori stroke “Paco,” and she hoped Ron would be ready to shove his dick in her pussy as soon as she got back. Hell, she knew Ron would be as he was probably horny as hell from the day’s events…

They went back to the house and dinner was coming along nicely. Wine was opened, and Joe told them they would eat in about an hour or so if anyone wanted to relax. 

Beth whispered in his ear, “How about if you eat something right NOW.” They slipped off to their bedroom. 

When they got through the door they slammed into each other and their teeth shook as they kissed deeply. It was like a race as Joe shoved his hand down her bikini bottom, while pulling the back up with his other hand forming a thong for the second time that day. At the same time Beth had slid her hand down his suit and was pulling on his already mostly hard cock. Beth pushed Joe’s head down and he got on his knees and ripped off her bottom so hard the suit tore. 

“DO it Joe” was all Beth said. 

Joe used the index finger and middle finger of his left hand to open her pussy lips. Then he pushed his tongue in and licked in circles. Beth threw her head back and pulled Joe’s face deeper into her crotch. 

She had shaved herself clean, and Joe loved that. With his right hand, he was spreading her cheeks and pushing his pinky into her asshole. Since she had recently come from the hot beach her asshole was just a little sweaty so his finger slid in easily, and he fucked her ass with it. 

Beth could hear Tammi getting fucked hard in the room next door, and the thought of Ron’s ass pistoning back and forth and his cock stretching her was dancing in her head. 

Beth came hard, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming and squeezing Joe’s head with her thighs while pushing him into her, nearly suffocating Joe. 

As her hold relaxed, Joe stood straight up and grabbed her by the arm. He spun her around roughly and shoved her forward from the shoulders so she bent over onto a dresser that was next to them in the bedroom. 

Joe then unceremoniously dropped his shorts and grabbed his thick cock. Beth had already reached back and helped him guide it into her slick pussy. 

Joe hammered her using long strokes for what seemed like 20 minutes. 

He had to put a hand over her mouth as she was screaming with each thrust. He had left her bikini top on, and reached underneath her and was massaging her breasts through the material. 

With his hand over her mouth, Beth’s screams were muted and she was breathing so heavy through her nose she sounded like a horse. The dresser was shaking violently and the floor was creaking. 

Probably everyone could hear them but they were too far into it to care. Besides, sounded like Ron and Tammi were doing the same thing. 

Joe’s body was slapping into Beth’s ass now, making a noise like a loud clap with each contact. There was a mirror on the dresser and Joe saw Beth watching him fuck her in the mirror. They did look good in the mirror, like watching two other people in a porn flick fucking each other’s brains out. 

Beth reached back and placed one hand on her clit and rubbed hard, while catching Joe’s balls and gripping with the other hand so he couldn’t take as long a stroke. She squeezed his balls and the pain made Joe slam into her even harder. 

He started to growl right in her ear, “I’m gonna fill you with cum, baby!” 

She could feel the first squirt of his juice hit deep in her canal, as her vagina contracted in a rush of orgasmic pleasure. She stopped rubbing and just pinched her clit, and screamed loudly into his hand, which muffled the sound somewhat, although Lori’s husband downstairs could clearly tell Beth just came. 

Beth’s thighs were covered with sticky goo when she and Joe collapsed on the bed, laughing at hearing Tammi shouting in the other room, “Fuck me harder you cock-stud!”

Margie was also laughing slightly, and Jim didn’t mind because it made her mouth feel that much better on his dick. 

Margie had about 90% of his huge cock in her mouth and down her throat, and that was almost a record for her. 

She and Jim had barely gotten to their room when she dropped to her knees, pulled his suit down, and shoved his cock in her mouth. She liked to suck his cock, and one of her favorite positions was kneeling in front of him as he would play with her tits with one hand and reach over her back and down to her pussy, stroking and entering her from behind. 

She called him “magic fingers” as he was able to manipulate her so well, always getting her off several times. Good thing he was in great shape and limber, so he could bend and reach that far. 

They were in just this position now. 

Jim had reached into her bathing suit leaving it on, and she liked that. He loved her body, but rarely took all her clothes off as he said it was sexier reaching into the clothing, like he was reaching in and violating her. 

This caused her to often dress with sex in mind. Hot clothes, easy access for him. Most of the time in the summer she had on a dress or skirt so he could reach up anytime he wanted. 

They still fucked almost every day, and Jim tried to make sure they did it in a different position each day, although the one they were in now was a favorite. 

Margie had a way of constantly moving her tongue, driving him wild. She was NEVER a passive lover. 

Jim was slamming his cock in her mouth now, and he had four fingers sliding easily in and out of her love hole. He even had his thumb in her ass, and would move his hand in a pendulum motion for good leverage and constant contact. 

He could feel Margie’s juices flowing and her mouth was vibrating on his dick as she came. It would only be a second now before he filled her throat once again. 

Margie swallowed every drop 9 out of 10 times. Sometimes she might spit it into her hand and wait for him to dip his fingers in this home made lube for her asshole. 

Lori’s husband stopped making dinner and had gone to their room to find her. All the moaning and screaming was too much for him and he needed a release. 

When he got there, she was already in the shower, and through the slightly cracked door he could see she was rubbing her clit, and her head was tilted back as the water sprayed onto her tits. 

She looked good that way, and rather than bother the bitch and probably have disappointing sex anyway, he just took out his dick and jerked off. 

So their “love life” had come to this. Nice.

He went into the bathroom to clean up and she was startled and immediately stopped fingering herself. 

He told her not to stop on his account, and went over and washed up so he could continue dinner. 

He then left the room and went back downstairs. 

She took a while longer in the shower, so he figured she had finished herself off. 

Good for her. He ALWAYS told her she needed to masturbate more. Earlier in their marriage he often asked to watch, but she didn’t like that. 

Like it wasn’t a part of NORMAL life he thought. She would give him a hard time about it if he masturbated, and called him perverted. 

He hated that. 

Not only was she indifferent about sex, and he would do ANYTHING to please her, but also she begrudged him his sex drive. 

He probably should’ve just taken a mistress, but he believed in honor and trust and would not cheat. He had asked her permission several times in the last few years, and genuinely offered to her the same option if she desired, but she just laughed it off as she didn’t want to deal with the issue. Again, she called him “perverted.” They were only together for so long as he felt an obligation to their children. If things didn’t change, it wouldn’t be much longer…

Gradually people came down to the kitchen. 

Lori’s husband excused himself to take a shower before dinner. Said he’d have to kick Lori out of there. 

Ron asked if he needed any help and winked mischievously. 

“Sure, why not” he replied. 

They headed for the bedroom. 

The shower was still running, and Lori’s husband was pretty sure she was still masturbating and close to coming as he heard a few moans. He wasn’t sure if Ron noticed. 

They entered the bathroom just as she came, pressed against the shower door so there was little left to the imagination. 

Ron whistled and said, “Nice trim on that bush darling.” 

Her husband thought Lori would somehow kill herself right then and there. Not only had she been caught masturbating, but also Ron had seen her full frontal. 

She screamed and dove under the shower spray. Ron was bold, and actually opened the shower door! 

“VERY nice” he said lasciviously. 

“Get the fuck outta here Ron! This isn’t funny!” she shouted. 

Ron slowly closed the shower door. 

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

Ron ALWAYS knew the right thing to say. Lori’s husband loved him for that.  

“See more of ya downstairs, Lori” Ron yelled over his shoulder as she turned off the shower. 

“Then again, not sure I can see MORE of YA” he added.

Lori was livid when she grabbed her towel and got out of the shower. 

“You asshole! How could you let him come in here. That’s sexual harassment! I demand privacy in the bathroom!” 

“Was it good for you” was his only reply. He reached around her and started the water again and got right in.

When he came out of the bathroom, Lori had already gone downstairs. He dressed and headed down himself. 

She seemed OK and was talking with Ron. Seems he brought her a stiff drink up to the bedroom and chatted her up and told her to relax and she calmed down. In fact, Ron had gotten her to sit in his lap along with Tammi and was telling jokes and making them both laugh. 

Must have been some drink! 

Not only was she in a decent mood, but also she had thrown on a very light, short blue sun dress. Didn’t take much looking to see she had on a push-up bra and thong. 

He guessed she was just trying to fit in a bit, as Tammi, Beth and Margie all looked ravishing and sexy, with sharp dresses on, and nice tops. 

Looked like Beth did not wear ANY underwear, and the glimpses of flesh were incredible.

The clam bake was outstanding. 

Starters included garden salads and Italian meats and cheeses. The wine was flowing, and everyone was having a good time. The lobsters were fresh and their meat was sweet and flavorful. 

Ron commented how the lobster meat was so supple and sweet it tasted like a nipple. 

Dinner just could not have been better, and the men went onto the deck for a nice cigar and after dinner drink. 

The ladies cleaned up and then joined them. 

It was getting much cooler as clouds moved in, and rather than have the hot looking women start ruining it by throwing on coats or sweats, the party moved inside to the great room. 

The large fireplace was gas, and they turned it on high, bathing the room in a warm, golden light which seemed to flicker and dance everywhere. 

The pool table had a hand carved wooden frame, and the playing surface was Italian slate covered by a thick bright red felt. It was a 9-footer and huge. It sat in the middle of the room and was a centerpiece. 

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It was decided it would be boys against the girls. 

The room was warm, the drinks were warm, and the pool game was just heating up. 

It was a competitive group and everyone thought of themselves as a decent player. Lori’s parents had a table when she was young, so she was feeling pretty confident. 

It was fun looking at each woman shoot, as some fabulous views of breasts and asses were afforded. The more they drank the more they bent over to shoot. 

After a few games with the women winning, a “serious” best-of-seven tournament was declared. 

Tammi and Ron were arguing with each other good-naturedly, and were hollering about what the stakes should be. 

The usual things were suggested: cooking meals and cleaning up; foot massages; running around the outside of the house with underwear on our heads; etc. 

The last idea was shot down as Ron pointed out Beth didn’t have on any underwear to put on her head, causing hoots and hollers from the whole group. 

Beth raised her arms in mock triumph.

Finally, Beth suggested they shoot “strip” pool. 

Almost everyone was game, except, you guessed it, Lori. 

She was adamant that there was no way we were all going to be running around the house naked. 

Tammi chimed in, and said she agreed with Lori, much to Ron’s surprise. 

“Instead,” Tammi continued, “each team will select ONE player who will strip, and shoes and jewelry don’t count.” 

Lori was going to protest but everyone started yelling and cheering and she just shut-up. 

“So what if Tammi or maybe Beth wants to strip for these knuckleheads. Might actually be funny,” she thought. “AND, maybe Jim or Ron will strip for them, although with her luck it will probably wind up to be her idiot husband...”

So, it was decided cards would be dealt to each person and whichever man and woman drew the first aces would be the “trophies.” 

Everyone agreed, although Lori just half nodded. 

The game would be eight-ball.

Everyone gathered around the table, and Ron dealt. 

The tension mounted as no aces came out in the first round. Then Ron joked with Beth she was about to get one, but she didn’t unfortunately.

In the next round, Jim drew an ace. 

The ladies cheered raucously. Even Lori hooted it up! 

She had drank enough that she was getting a good buzz. She had always wanted to see ALL Jim’s body. Today at the beach was quite nice, but she wondered what he was packing UNDER that suit. 

The deal continued. 

Ron was joking the whole time. 

As he would deal he would say…”So will we see Tammi-mammy? …Beth-no-bush? …Margie mogumbos …Lori, er, well, Lori love hole?” 

Lori wasn’t amused. She figured she was in the clear right until Ron dropped an ace in front of her. 

The room got quiet for a second. Lori looked like she would shit herself. 

Ron handed her some wine. 

“Lori love hole it is!” 

The men started cheering now. 

Lori started to make some excuse about not feeling good but Tammi would hear none of it. 

“Besides” Tammi said, “we’re gonna kick their asses, and then see his ass” as she pointed to poor Jim. 

Lori laughed nervously.

The game began. 

Lori was intense, carefully studying her shots and taking her time. 

Ron was in rare form, cracking jokes left and right. He gave each female shooter a hard time, even rubbing Tammi’s ass or tits as she shot!

Joe followed along and worked on Beth, and Jim did all he could to distract Margie. 

Lori’s husband said he didn’t have to do much, as Lori was already totally tight.

The women won the first game as Ron mistakenly sunk the eight ball too soon. 

There was a lot of good natured ribbing, and Jim said he wished he had worn underwear. Lori gasped. 

Jim took off his shirt saying he was getting hot anyway. 

It was decided then that whoever was stripped could also be touched, but only in the area that was available due to stripping, only by one person at a time, and only when they were shooting from a side of the table that each person would “own”. 

So the four sides of the table were divided up so that the groping could begin. 

Lori looked ashen. 

Her husband thought she probably wanted to make herself sick. Throw-up right there, so she could get out of that room. Her discomfort was tremendously entertaining…

The second game began. 

Each time Jim would shoot from their side of the table now, the ladies, except Lori, took turns rubbing his chest seductively. 

The game was REALLY on! 

It came down to the last shot, and it was Jim’s. He was shooting from Lori’s end of the table. 

Desperate, she had to do something. 

Jim was taking his time lining up a difficult shot. Lori looked at Margie, who nodded her OK, and then started to just barely touch Jim’s chest. 

Jim was laughing at how uncomfortable she looked. 

Ron mentioned how he couldn’t wait for Jim to make the shot so he could rub Lori’s chest.

Lori panicked. 

As Jim bet down to take his shot, Lori licked her fingers and took one of Jim’s nipples in each hand and began twisting like hell. Jim was in real pain, but also kind of laughed. Lori was pinching in earnest. Jim looked at her and told her quietly he couldn’t wait to return the favor. Lori did it harder, tugging at Jim’s chest to the point where his nips were stretched out grotesquely. 

Jim’s eyes were tearing, but, HE MADE THE SHOT.  

Jim turned on Lori in triumph, and told her he hoped she liked rough nipple play, because he sure did. 

Margie told Lori she was really in for it now. 

Lori tried to excuse herself to go to the bathroom, but Tammi and Beth were right beside her with a glass of wine and to help her pay off, with her dress. 

Lori pleaded to be able to go, but they said “after.” 

They bent down and each took a handful of dress and slowly raised it up and over Lori’s head.

She was wearing just a white bra and thong now. Lori’s breathing became deep. 

Tammi told her to drink up and that they had seen almost as much on the beach. 

She poured the wine down her throat, and then went with her to the bathroom. Everyone else waited for them. 

Ron was making jokes, and Margie was rubbing Jim’s poor abused chest. 

Jim said he figured with Lori wearing a thong, a good ass slapping would be in order for those cheeks. 

Lori’s husband was smiling broadly, wondering to himself how far this would go.

The gals came back, and the third game began. With the tournament tied, 1-1. Lori tried to cheer her teammates on as much as possible. Lori had to shoot first, and the men relentlessly rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks. 

Lori’s ancestors were English, so she had fair skin and didn’t tan much. Her ass was milky-white, and bright like a light. 

Ron stroked her face, and traced the outline of her bra. She giggled nervously, and she got a few slaps from Joe and Ron, but hadn’t gotten to Jim’s side yet. 

When she shot in front of her husband, he did nothing, which rattled her as much as if he had touched her. 

The game raged on. The women were ahead. 

Tammi won it for them. 

Jim removed only his belt. 

At first the gals called foul, but then Margie told them to huddle and explained how the belt could be used. They voted that it was OK. 

The fourth game started and Jim would live to regret the belt move, as they cruelly passed the belt around and whipped him hard on every shot. Even Lori got into it...which she would live to regret. 

Lori’s husband won the fourth game for the men, even though on the last shot Tammi tried unsuccessfully to distract him by showing her tits, and he got to see that Beth wasn’t wearing any panties for sure.

He passed his chance to remove Lori’s bra to Ron. Lori was genuinely panicked. 

“OK Guys, this has gone far enough. We really need to stop now. How ‘bout we play cards.” She tried. 

While she was talking, Ron walked up behind her and in a magical move flipped her bra right off. 

Lori shouted and covered her breasts. 

Ron went right away and started the fifth game. Lori’s breasts were also very white. Her nipples were small and dark pink, with nips that looked very much like erasers and were upturned. They were also semi-erect at this point.

Lori stood back behind the group as much as possible, until it was her turn to shoot. 

She tried to hold the cue with just one hand and keep her breasts covered, but she was at Jim’s end of the table. 

He slowly moved behind her, and roughly moved her hand from her fun bags. 

“You can hold your cue with that hand, or I can bend it behind you painfully. Whichever you prefer, dear” Jim said to her. 

She didn’t even look back at him. She just looked down and took hold of the cue with both hands. 




Lori: Shooting Pool



Joe and Ron whistled. 

Her entire body turned red. 

Her nipples were pointing out and aimed down since she was bending forward. The light from the fire offered a great silhouette. 

“Cut her a break Jim!” Margie shouted. “If not, you ain’t getting anymore this trip.” 

Jim smiled. “Sure I am” he said, as he began to knead Lori’s left breast. She swallowed hard. 

“How does it feel?” Ron asked. 

“Not quite a handful” Jim replied, “but that makes it easier to CRUSH.”

Lori swallowed hard again. 

She tried to get her shot lined up quickly. 

Jim now had a breast in each hand. Rather than crushing them, he licked the palms of his hands and made gentle circles with his palms over her nipples. 

Lori seemed to linger a bit longer than anyone thought the shot should take. Her panties appeared to be getting moist... 

She missed the shot.

The game was hard fought. 

Joe missed a shot that would have won it, probably because Margie was playing show n’ tell for him and explaining how her nipples were “innies,” pointing in most of the time unless she was excited. She further showed Joe by exposing one, and tweaking it until the nipple became an “outtie.” 

Joe missed by a mile, although none of the men blamed him...and Beth didn’t waste the opportunity. She won it for the women. 

Jim was heartbroken. 

Margie told Beth she could remove Jim’s pants. 

Beth knelt in front of him and removed his pants using her teeth, while everyone but Lori cheered her for her incredible “talent.” 

Jim had on boxers which did little to conceal his swelling. 

The women all made comments about the likely size, and Margie told them it was just beginning. 

“After he squeezes Lori a few more times the head will likely pop out…”

So it was, the women were ahead three games to two, and within one game of winning it. Lori thought she might be home free. She was shooting pretty well and the men kept drinking so their skills were deteriorating. 

She was a little worried about her husband though. He seemed to get better at things like darts and pool the more he drank. Still, he’d likely back off as he wouldn’t want to see her have to remove EVERYTHING.

The women started the sixth game. 

When Lori had to shoot she was poked and prodded a lot. 

Jim was now being flogged on the front and back of his thighs. 

Near the end of the game Lori had to shoot from Jim’s end, and he took full advantage. 

He positioned himself beneath her, and stroked and sucked her nipples. Lori was breathing so heavy she sounded like Darth Vader. Jim was pulling on her nipples with his teeth. 

He moved his hands and pulled her tits down until her nipples just brushed the red felt of the table. 

Lori moaned and everyone heard it. 

Jim gently moved her nipples around the soft felt. Lori spread her legs slightly.

After a few seconds, the head of his hardening dick started moving above the waistband of his boxers. 

Margie was right. 

He tried to adjust but it was just too big. 

Jim had gotten behind her now and was reaching around from each side and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. 

His cock was rubbing up against Lori’s sex, and she took her time on the shot. 

She didn’t really move until Ron said something about it looking like she was grinding her ass on Jim. When she stopped Ron regretted having said anything. 

In fact, there were quite a few pairs of tight underwear by now.

It was another close game, but the women pulled a few balls out in front. They were feeling confident and doing a lot of trash talking. 

Lori even started to perk up a bit and was less concerned she was standing there with her tits showing. 

Then Lori’s husband smiled broadly. 

He banked his first shot and made it. 

Then he had a long one, the length of the table, which he also hit with authority. He was in a zone and Lori knew it. 

"DAMN." 

He moved like lightning to make the third difficult shot in a row to clinch the victory. 

Lori was glaring at him. 

“Well, I’m out of clothes so I guess the men win” Lori said. 

“No way” came a cry from the other women. 

“They haven’t won best of seven yet!” chided Tammi. “They still need one more to win.” 

“But I’m out of clothes” said Lori. 

“No you’re not. Time for the panties you lucky girl!” came back from Tammi.

Lori’s husband said that since Ron got to remove the bra, it was only fair that this time he delegate to Joe. 

Joe smiled big. 

Lori started backing away from the group, but Jim was behind her and she leaped forward with a squeal when she backed into his tool. 

As she turned to Jim, Joe moved right in and yanked her thong down. There she stood in just sandals, covering up as well as possible.

Joe then made it a point to let everyone know how wet her thong was, and passed it to Ron and Jim. 

“Damn, she’s pretty horny” Ron mentioned. 

“I AM NOT, I’m just embarrassed” came from Lori, as she tried to keep a hand in front of her pussy, which her husband noticed was neatly shaved for a change. 

As soon as it was her first turn she had to shoot in front of Ron, who wasted no time in reaching under her ass and sliding beneath her lips to find her love button. 

Lori had to rest a hand on the table as Ron aggressively stroked her clit. She was VERY wet. 

Ron loved the feel of her small pussy and its smoothness as it seemed freshly shaved. 

He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her. “That’s a perfect little hole Lori. It’s nice and wet for me too. Do you like how I’m rubbing you. What do you want, baby? You WANT me to keep it up?…” 

Lori was trembling slightly, and Tammi broke it up by saying, “OK Killer, let the lady shoot…” 

“I’m tryin’ to get her to SHOOT…cum that is” Ron stated, in perfect comedic timing. 

The other women were VERY quiet at this point. I don’t think anyone thought it would get this far, but there seemed to be no turning back now.

Lori’s husband was enjoying the whole thing. He had quietly told all the guys not to hold back on his account. 

“She could sure use the excitement and loosening up, so have at her.”     

Lori regained her composure and realized she had to move to Jim’s side to try the shot Ron had just been fondling her over. 

Jim was now not so kind. He pushed his boxers with his big cock right up Lori’s crack, and now he started pinching her nipples hard. 

Lori was fidgeting and couldn’t concentrate. 

Margie came over and started to massage her back in support, although Lori was uncomfortable at the fact that another woman was touching her in this situation. 

Margie was whispering words of encouragement in one ear. 

“You can do it. Just focus and line up the shot.” 

Jim was whispering in her other ear. 

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made my big dick Lori? Do you like that it’s so close to your pussy? Do you want me to pull your titties harder?” 

Lori’s head dropped. 

It looked like she just had an orgasm, and she was embarrassed as Jim pointed to her juices starting to run down her inner thigh. 

She wasn’t even trying to line up the shot now. She just had a hand on the edge of the table and she was pushing back against Jim. 

He moved a hand down to her snatch and started massaging. 

The room was completely quiet. 

Ron had moved behind Tammi and was fingering her. 

Beth was pouring a glass of wine and took it over to Lori, told her to put her head back, and poured it in. 

Joe had his hands in his pockets and it looked like he might be stroking himself. His mouth was dry. 

Beth moved over to stand with him and one of his hands disappeared behind her. 

Lori, moaning now, asked Jim to stop. 

Jim looked at Lori’s husband who just shrugged. 

Margie had moved behind Jim and now was stroking his ass. 

Jim pulled away from Lori’s pussy, but as she finally tried to strike the ball he ran a hand up her crack over her asshole. 

Lori straightened right up, and the cue ball caromed off a rail and went wildly into the eight ball. 

Everyone held their breath as the eight ball slowly headed for a corner pocket and another loss, the FINAL loss, for the women.   

Lori’s head sank onto the table as the eight ball fell, giving the men their fourth victory. 

A cheer went up from the men. 

Lori didn’t move. She just remained still, bent forward allowing a nice view of her ass. 

Jim still had his hand in her crack. 

Beth asked what they should do now that Lori was naked. 

Lori’s husband nodded and said she should get fucked.

Lori didn’t raise her head. 

She moaned, “N-N-N-N-No, p-p-p-lease.” But she did not appear in a position to resist. 

Jim began to finger her roughly. 

Margie knelt down and started massaging the backs of Lori’s legs, reaching under Jim’s legs to do so. 

Ron took off his clothes and sat on the table next to Lori’s face. Tammi stood behind him massaging his back. 

Lori looked up and said “Oh my God” as she saw Ron’s large wood. 

Ron ran his hand into her hair and twisted a bunch of it around his paw. He lifted her head, positioning her face above his cock. 

Lori started to resist but TAMMI started pushing her onto Ron’s dick. 

It was like they were all in a trance, not saying much but breathing hard. 

Joe and Beth had moved to the bar and were having a shot while watching the action.

Lori was struggling a bit and gagging as Tammi pushed her head further onto Ron’s cock. 

“He likes it all swallowed” Tammi said. 

Now Margie pulled down Jim’s boxers releasing his massive tool. She then took it in her hand and guided it to Lori’s pussy. 

Lori tried to scream something but Tammi kept pushing her head on Ron’s cock and her mouth was full. 

Jim pushed forward and gave her the knob. 

Margie said “That’s one BIG COCK you’re about to get Lori, and slapped her ass. 

Lori was squirming and raising up on her toes as Jim kept pushing it in. 

He still had a few inches to go as he felt the back of her pussy. 

Margie stood up and got behind Jim and held his hips. She pushed Jim forward into Lori, and then pulled him back out. 

She continued this, using Jim as a tool to fuck her friend. 

It was wild!

Joe and Beth had moved to the table now and they each took one of Lori’s tits. 

Joe got down on his knees and started sucking and biting her nipple, adding to her discomfort. 

Suddenly Lori’s whole body began to shake and she screamed into Ron’s cock as another intense orgasm hit her. 

She tried to tell them it was too much and to push away but they were all working her so much…

Lori’s husband had moved behind Beth and Margie. 

He started by rubbing their asses, and then slid Margie’s panties down. Beth hadn’t worn any. 

He pushed fingers into each of their slits, and was fingering them as they participated in ravishing his wife. 

He was particularly rough with Margie, and she seemed to be taking it out on Lori. 

Beth reached back with her free hand and stroked his cock through his jeans. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby” Ron shouted, twisting up his face. 

Tammi pushed Lori’s head even further down, so that Ron’s cock had slid far back in her throat. She whispered to Lori that she better not miss a drop or they would punish her. 

Just then Ron started to unload, and Lori had no choice but to swallow most of it as it just went right down her throat. 

As he softened, she dribbled out some of his fluid. 

Tammi reached back and started to spank her hard, saying she wasted some of Ron’s precious juice. 

Lori’s ass was getting very red, and they could see Tammi’s hand prints. 

Every third slap or so, Tammi’s hand would linger and she would rub the area so as not to hurt Lori too much.

As she spanked Lori, Ron moved to the side and Joe sat down in his place. 

Beth stepped up and took Lori’s hair from Tammi and started pushing her head down on Joe’s cock. 

Lori couldn’t believe this was happening, although at this point Jim’s meat felt so good she couldn’t focus on much else. 

Margie continued to push Jim, and they were slamming Lori’s pussy now. They would pull almost out, and then ram forward making Lori’s ass cheeks rumble. As it was in all the way, Margie would push on Jim’s ass a few extra times causing his cock to go further. 

After a few more minutes, Jim suddenly pulled out of Lori. 

Margie grabbed Tammi and pushed her down to her knees. 

Tammi knew what to do, and opened her mouth wide just in time for Jim to do his sprinkler imitation. 

He moaned loudly, and pumped a ton of cum down Tammi’s throat, and she didn’t miss a drop. 

Tammi continued to clean off Jim. 

Ron was getting hard again watching all this, and he took Lori’s hand and made her rub him. 

Lori was getting exhausted, and now was wiggling away as there was no one behind her…until her husband stepped up. 

Beth had taken off his pants and let his cock out. 

Then Beth and Margie both grabbed one of Lori’s ass cheeks, slapped them, and pulled them apart. 

Lori really tried to get away now, but Joe had her by both ears and was sliding her head up and down his tool. 

Beth started to rub Lori’s clit just as her husband shoved two fingers in her ass. 

Lori tried to scream “NO!” but Ron said, “What’s that Lori? Did you say GO!?” 

Her husband chuckled, took his fingers out and pushed the head of his cock into Lori’s ass. He went slowly to allow her some time to adjust. 

She tried to get away by pushing forward, but just succeeded in swallowing more of Joe’s cock, much to his pleasure. She was also standing so high on her toes Beth said she looked like a ballerina. 

Ron was ready again, and as he got up Tammi bent Margie over the table next to Lori and Ron rammed her from behind. 

He and Lori’s husband high-fived as they both started to hit a sequenced rhythm like an engine. First one would thrust while the other would pull back, and then vice versa. This kept the sound effects going, as first Margie would moan and then Lori would scream. 

Jim was laughing at the contrast. 

Both men were driving deep, slapping their torsos against the women’s asses.   

Jim was ready again and let them know. 

Lori’s husband stopped for a minute as Jim laid on the table and Lori was lifted onto his long, huge cock. She slid right down his pole like she was melting, and moaned loudly. 

Joe got right back up and shoved his dick in her mouth, and now her husband got back behind her and entered her puckered red asshole. 

Margie would occasionally reach over and slap Lori’s ass as Ron continued to pump her. 

Tammi began spanking everyone and stretched Lori’s nips to unbelievable lengths, and Joe and Lori’s husband both fingered Beth and pulled on her nipples. 

The whole scene was astounding.

They all hit a rhythm together and the women, especially Lori, were getting pounded. 

Lori screamed as best she could and her body tightened once more. 

This set off a wave of orgasms throughout the group that had cum shooting everywhere. 

Joe pumped down Lori’s throat for her second load in the mouth that night--  Lori’s husband unleashed a torrent into her ass-- Jim pulled out again and pushed Tammi down to take his second load in her mouth while she fingered Beth to a screaming orgasm--   Ron pulled out and shot all over Margie’s back as she came--  Joe was fingering Tammi and brought her off as she took Jim’s cum. 

The moaning didn’t stop for several minutes, and almost everyone collapsed onto the table and the chairs nearby, grinning form ear-to-ear. They would clean it in the morning... 

Lori finally was able to come up for a few deep breaths. 

Cum was dripping down her chin and she was sweaty and juicy, but she didn’t seem too worse for the wear. She just looked tired. 

And she had the most pussy juice running down her legs. 

She never had more orgasms, and was a little proud that she had taken on and pleased all the men.  

She smiled at anyone who looked at her. 

Tammi and Ron gave her a few friendly pats on the ass, and the rest of the group all kissed her on the forehead before heading off.  

Her husband scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. 

He threw her on the bed and told her to get on her hands and knees. 

She was too spent to complain. 

He fucked her again, doggy style, amid moaning all over the house. 

He first nailed her in the pussy and then again in the ass, although she struggled quite a bit but was too tired to put up much of a fight. And she was stretched so much it didn’t hurt her. 

She didn’t move much or say anything, but he was used to that. 

In the morning, she awoke to a few ass slaps.

She was hung over again and not in the mood, but he fingered her and talked about Jim’s dick until she was ready. 

She had a few bruises and her nipples were VERY sore. 

He made her tell him out loud, because she HATED to talk during sex, about how she was fucked last night, and he pumped her from behind as they lay on their sides. 

She came hard. 

He pulled out and told her to suck it, but she wouldn’t as she rarely did to begin with and NEVER did after he had been in her. 

He was annoyed as usual, so he jerked off next to her on the bed. 

Oh well, things were back to normal. Shame he couldn’t have gotten a few drinks in her. Maybe he should have told the boys to come in the room. ..    

They went downstairs for breakfast, and by 8:00AM they were all in the hot tub, but that’s another story…