All four of your get lucky after that

Flustered, embarrassed, and yet excited by such a public orgasm your body moves automatically, shoving the stick forward with the predictable result that you don't hit a thing.

"Tough luck, babe," Kyle says, and before you can remove your hands from the stick his hands follow it to the very end, fingertips tapping against your slit for just a moment, but long enough to make your supersensitive nerves sit up and beg.

As if by some silent signal the men seem to regain their mojo, and as you watch dumbfounded they sink shot after shot. While one maneuvers freely around the table freely the other two stand by you, their arms around your waist or back or neck, hands mere inches away from your most erogenous zones as they make comments on the shots and hold your glass to your lips.

"Damn, Trevor got the most. Maybe you could show Jenny a thing or two," Josh remarks, shaking his head ruefully as he hands you the cue.

"Happy to," Trevor says, and comes up behind you. Pushing you into a deep bend he puts one arm around you to place one hand on the cue. Just as you're wondering where his other hand is you feel an all-too-familiar hardness pressing against the incredibly slick opening of your pussy.

Before you can even think of protesting Trevor's rigid dick sinks swiftly into your well lubricated sex. A moan and a protest tangle in your throat, fighting to see which would emerge if your lips were to part. You take the safer path and clamp your lips shut, panting through your nose as he leans forward.

Murmering low words that you assume are pool tips Trevor makes slow forward and back motions like he's showing you what to do with the cue, or how to adjust your stance. It seems to take forever and lets him get a good half-dozen thrusts into your hot trembling body before he guides your fingers to make a shot.

The ball clacks into another, and though it doesn't sink anything it does move a couple closer to the holes.

"Better luck with the next tutor, Jenny," Kyle says, winking as he straightens you from the table, his hand resting upon your breast as he does so. Trevor stays within you, crouched behind you as Kyle tries his best to sink the balls, but soon enough it's Trevor's turn. Reluctantly he pulls out, using your body as a shield while he tucks away his dick, not even bothering to zip up.

Perhaps he's distracted by the hard-on but he doesn't do as well as he'd done the last round, and it's Josh's turn. Shooting like a man on fire Josh manages to sink every last ball, and while the guys fish out the balls he comes over to claim his prize.

"Time for some tips, Jenny. Bend over," he says, and wet with anticipation, made pliable by arousal and **** as you recognize what's to come, you do.

Without so much as a by-your-leave Josh sinks a sizable dick into your lips, drawing a low moan from your lips as he sinks it in and out vigorously.

"Reset," Kyle says, and Josh groans along with you, stopping and reluctantly pulling out.

The boys don't even bother with letting you shoot, and instead the three play an entirely new game. Whoever sinks the most balls or sinks the last ones wins the right to bend you over the table and fuck you for a minute.

Between shots two of them stand next to you, idly rubbing your overheating body and feeding you more beer. You're into your fifth beer and about to start your sixth when the first orgasm rips through you, soaking Kyle's dick as it tries to reach its own release.

Time seems to slide on by as if it were as lubricated as your drenched pussy, and it seems like every time a new tutor takes his place behind you your body climaxes again. Eventually they start cumming too, one-by-one, spattering their seed along the walls of your eager sex.

When they've all cum once they look at each other as if to decide what to do next