You watch them play pool! Not normal pool, however!

When you were convinced that she was sleeping, you crept out of the bed and out of the room. You walked slowly down the hall, and descended the stairs. You hoped that Morgan and Bill were still awake. Surprisingly, the lights were still on. You hadn’t really been upstairs that long after all.

You crept around to the back of the basement, and walked slowly to the door of the bathroom that separated the two parts of the cellar. You hoped against hope that other door, to the den was open. You turned the knob slowly, making sure to make no noise, and then you opened it. To your luck, or was it your curse, the other door was open. One of them must have gone the bathroom.

They were still playing pool. Morgan had a drink in her hand. It was full, so they had just made it. Bill had a full beer. Had they gone upstairs? As Bill took a shot, Morgan looked at her phone. She was on the other side of the pool table. “You think he really likes her?” She was speaking in her own voice. She had taken off the wig. Her hair was similar to the wigs, but showed her natural color. Why keep the game going if no one was around, you seemed to understand.

“I don’t know,” he didn’t look up, and concentrated on the shot. “You heard them up there, I think he was fucking her!”

Morgan kept playing with her phone. “I hope he does. They’re good together. And if it works out, I don’t have to play this game.” She looked up, “it is fun though!” She stuck out her studded tongue.

“You really think they’re good together?” Bill asked with a weird look on his face.

Morgan walked around the side of the table, and bent down to take a shot. Her skirt rode up, exposing her luscious thigh. She waited in that position for some time. Bill’s eyes stared right at her exposed thigh. He looked like a predator about to pounce. She smiled to herself, as if sensing his eyes. She took the shot, and missed. “I do think they’re good for each other,” she went on to explain why, “she’s a five so she deserves five!”

What the fuck was she saying. She had dated you. You were fit, and you thought of yourself as good looking. What a bitch. She thought you were a five? Bill was equally confused, “What does that mean, you think he’s a five!” He said as he sank his next shot.

Morgan laughed. “No dumby, don’t you know anything about rating woman. SHE’S the five, so she deserves five,” she made a gesture with her hand, her thumb outstretched as well as her index finger, “five inches!” She was referring to dick size.

Bill almost rolled over laughing. You wanted to scream at her. Fuck her for telling him how big your dick was. It was small, but you used it well, you thought. Bill walked past her as she bent down to shoot another shot. “And what do you deserve then?”

Morgan lined her shot up, and reached even further forward. She continued to explain her system. “You said so yourself,” she stated, “I’m a ten, so I deserve ten inches! That’s the way it goes!” She actually made her shot, and stood up with a look of glee.

Bill moved to her and pushed her against the table. He pushed open her legs. “Let me give you what you deserve then,” he kissed her mouth.

Morgan pushed him away, she pointed to the table. “We’re not done yet mister. This is winner take all!”

What did that mean? Apparently, Bill didn’t know either. “What does that mean?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know.” She seemed to be thinking on the fly. “How about each ball is worth a pair of clothing from the other person.”

“Strip pool?” Bill asked. He nodded, “I’m in! But let’s start over,” Bill grabbed the balls from the holes and racked a new game. After setting it up he allowed her to go first. “Your break!”

Morgan went to the end of the table and bent down low. From Bill’s vantage point he could see down the top of her shirt. Her boobs were pressed up. You could even see them. She slammed the ball as hard as she could. The break was decent and she sunk a solid. She twirled her finger at Bill. “Take something off!” Bill ripped off his shirt without hesitation. He had a strong chest, but he wasn’t particularly cut. He certainly wasn’t a “ten” like Morgan. Not on the normal scale at least. She came around the side and bent down for her next shot. You could see the back of her long legs, and how the heels made her calves pop in a sexy manner, such a drastic difference from Janelle’s legs. Morgan grumbled when her cue ball sailed past the ball she intended to hit. It was a miss.

“Take something off,” Bill ordered.

Morgan sighed, “This actually isn’t fair, I only have like four items of clothing,” she said as she reached down under her skirt. Your girlfriend pulled down her panties from under the skirt, and then down her legs and around her wedge heels. She smiled and put her thumbs on the waistbands of the red panties. She flung the panties at Bill. They glided across the room and he caught them. He put them up to his nose and smelled. “Gross,” Morgan said stepping back from the table. Bill put the panties in his pocket. Morgan noticed this and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t give them back with cum in them. At least wash them first.”

Bill laughed, “No promises,” he went to the far side of the table and looked over what ball to shoot. He settled on the “15”, or so it looked to you.

Your girlfriend walked to the other side of the table. She dropped her stick. “Oops,” she cooed and bent down. She didn’t bend her knees. She reached down and he skirt came up above the crack of her ass. You could see her long legs and the bottom of her ass clearly, and so could Bill. He stared. “Take your shot,” Morgan said, remaining in the position.

Bill tried the best he could to take his shot. He missed spectacularly. His eyes couldn’t leave the sight of your girlfriend. Neither could yours. This was like that first day. Bill seemed to read your mind, as he spoke about that very thing. “This is like the first time we got together!” He pulled off his shoes.

Morgan smiled coyly, “Except then we couldn’t touch each other,” she went over to the side and reached over the table, “now anything is fair game.” She had a clear shot, but she missed it. She truly sucked. But Bill sure didn’t care. Morgan stood up and shouted, “DAMN!” She looked over to Bill. He twirled his finger at her, the same motion she had given him. “This isn’t fair.” She pulled off her shirt. She had on a frilly blue bra that pushed her boobs up and together. She looked damn hot in her bra, skirt and heels.

Bill remained on the other side of the table. He still had a shot at the “15”. Morgan came around behind him. “What do you mean by ‘anything is fair game’,” Bill asked as he bent down to shoot.

“THIS!” Morgan shocked both you and Bill when she reached from behind him and you saw her hand begin to rub his crotch above his jeans. She was bent over his back, her hand rubbing his bulge, which seemed to grow.

“No fair,” he grunted, and couldn’t concentrate at all. He missed the shot again. Bill took a deep breath and stood up. Morgan released her hand and walked around to find her next shot. Bill took off his socks.

“Anything is fair game!” She laughed. She stopped to turn to him, “But stop taking off such lame things like socks and shoes.” She motioned towards his belt. “If the belt comes off, so do the pants!” She insisted. She bent down real low, sticking her ass out as she aimed at a ball. Bill came up behind her and rubbed his crotch against her ass. She made the shot with little effort. “Ha!” She laughed, moving out of his way and looking for another shot. She went over to the corner of the table and leaned over further than before. This shot was damn near impossible, you thought. She just wanted to reach as far as she could so her skirt could ride up, you guessed. Bill came behind your girlfriend, and he reached down between her legs. His hand disappeared beneath her skirt. Morgan shot up, and her back went straight. Her eyes popped open wide. She had a half-smile/half-“o” face. “Now you’re getting it!” She huffed between heavy breathing. She regained what composure she could and bent down to take the shot. This gave Bill even better access with his hands. You could see his knuckles moving. He was cupping her ass cheek, and fingering your girlfriend from behind. “Unnngggh,” Morgan moaned, her body giving out, and her chest fell onto the table. Bill’s fingers moved faster, and Morgan just laid on the table, her head resting on the stick in her hand.

“Take your shot!” Bill said with a wide smile never stopping his **** on her cunt.

“You’re gonna regret this,” she laughed, trying her best to re-aim the stick. She didn’t even come close to hitting any balls, and scratched the cue ball in the corner pocket. “SHIT!” she said and banged her head softly on the table. She stood up and pushed him away. She reached around her back and undid her bra. Her perky tits, always firm, never saggy like Janelle’s came free and her nipples were dark and erect.

Bill pissed you off by sniffing his fingers and then licking them clean. After retrieving the scratched cue ball, Bill stayed on the side where she had just shot. He lined up a shot at the “15” for the third time. He pushed Morgan away playfully when she came over. “Stay back woman,” he joked.

“FINE!” Morgan walked over to the opposite end. She taunted Bill, “You’re never gonna get that ball in!” She looked to the ground and saw the open condom wrapper on the floor. “I better get that,” she said. She could have just reached down to pick it up, instead, she turned towards the wall, with her back to Bill. She reached down, without bending her knees again. This time, it wasn’t the side of her ass, or the bottom of her ass cheek. Her skirt rode up giving Bill (and secretly you), the money shot. Her wet and swollen pussy lips glistened in the light of the den. She wiggled her ass back and forth. “Take your shot!” She laughed.

Bill looked like he was going to jump out of his skin. You were horny as hell yourself. Your anger had turned to lust. A lust you couldn’t sate. A lust for that wonderful pussy on display. “Fuck this!” Bill muttered and just shot the ball. He seemed content with having no chance. The cue hit the “15” and then scratched in the corner pocket. Bill eagerly undid his belt and pulled off his pants. He was now standing only in his boxer shorts. His erection was straining against his boxers. It extended out obscenely.

Morgan got up and walked over to the table with a smile. She was winning. She reached down and lined up a shot. Her tits dangled as she leaned forward. Bill was thrusting his hips forwards in an attempt to distract her. She, like you, found it ridiculous. She easily sank a solid ball. She walked slowly to Bill’s side of the table. He got behind her again. This time as she leaned over, he reached over and put his hands over her breasts. He rolled her nipples in his fingers. She took a straight shot at the side hole and sank another solid. “That won’t work!” Morgan stayed concentrating on the game. She didn’t need to reach down far for the next shot, or really move her position. She pulled the stick back under her tits and aimed. Bill smiled and knelt down. She looked down at him with a confused face. She shook her head and went back to the shot. You watched as your asshole friend lifted her skirt and pushed his face between her ass from behind. His nose must have been right near her asshole, but it was his tongue that was worrying you. You couldn’t see it, with his face buried in her ass the way it was, but you were sure he was eating her out. Your girlfriend actually leaned forward more, and pushed her ass back onto Bill’s face. “Oooooook….that’s a pretty good distraction,” she mumbled. She aimed in and managed to sink a solid in the far corner pocket. Morgan jumped up and clapped her hands, her boobs bouncing with her elation. “I should get a fucking medal for that shot. Not even a pro could make a shot like that while getting her pussy eaten out!” Though the words disgusted you, she had a point.

Bill was frustrated. She only had two balls left. She had another easy shot. She came around to the side of the table were the TV was, opposite the door to upstairs. She leaned over, and began moving the stick back and forth. It was a long shot, the solid was at the other end of the table near the corner pocket, and her ball was in the corner near her. She bent down, still not bending her knees, always giving a good shot of her legs, and ass. Bill came up behind her. This distraction better be good, you found yourself thinking, not knowing why you wanted this to happen. She just let him grab her hips with his right hand. With his left, he pulled his cock out from opening in the crotch of the boxers. To be honest, from this angle, it did look like ten inches. How could that be? What was his secret? You remembered seeing it in high-school. It wasn’t THAT big! What had he done? Whatever he had done, he was about to use this massive tool on your girlfriend. He got behind her and lifted her skirt. Her ass was exposed.

“What are you doing back there?” She turned her head from her shot. “Don’t you dare cum in me without a condom!” She demanded. You were getting used to them talking to each other this way.

“I won’t, just playing the game,” he insisted. From this vantage point, you could see everything. It was the perfect angle. Bill’s cock moved forward and disappeared inside your girlfriend. He pushed slowly forward. Both hand were now on her hips. Morgan’s face squinched as he entered her. It was as if she needed to adjust to his size every time. When his balls hit the back of her legs, you noticed she was almost on her tippy toes. Her toes were curled in her open-toed heels. He began a steady calculated rhythm of pushing his cock in and out of your girlfriend as you watched secretly from the bathroom.

Morgan was trying to keep her composure, but she couldn’t. She let go of the stick and it rolled on the table. She gripped the sides of the table, her head went down. “This…..this is a good distraction,” she laughed. Her hips moved in time with his thrusts. She picked her head up, “Come on Morgan, you can do this,” she told herself. She grabbed the stick from off the table. She shook her head from side to side. “Forget about the cock in your pussy,” she took a deep breath. She stopped moving her hips, but Bill kept thrusting. She leaned over and moved the stick between her hands. Bill pounded her. She hit the cue and sent it flying fast at the solid on the other end. The white ball knocked the solid colored ball right where it needed to hit, and sent it in the corner hole. She jumped up, causing Bill to fall back a little. She had the look of a young girl on Christmas opening presents. “HOLY SHIT! DID YOU SEE THAT!”

“What the fuck,” Bill muttered and walked over to the table, completely frustrated. “How the hell did you make THAT!” His cock was still out of his boxers. He sat on the couch.

“I’m good!” Morgan laughed, giddy with delight. She went over to put chalk on the tip of her stick.

Bill wouldn’t give her credit, he was muttering, still in disbelief. “It was luck.”

Morgan shot up to attention, she seemed somewhat angry. “LUCK!” She slammed the bottom of the stick on the ground. “You try making a shot with a dick inside you!” She laughed. “I wanna play like this all the time now!” She came up to Bill, who sitting on the couch. “With you fucking me, I can’t miss!” She kissed his cheek and teased him by rubbing his cock. She turned away and lined up an easy shot at her final ball before the eight ball. As she bent down in front of Bill, he let her get ready to shoot. When she was about to shoot, he flicked up her skirt with his own stick. It wasn’t erotic, but it was a distraction non-the-less, and it made her miss. She jumped up and the cue ball went off to the right. She turned around. “What the fuck was that?” She seemed generally angry. She pulled off her skirt, and her pussy, cleanly shaven, and dripping wet, was visible. She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. She held the stick, and watched, her breasts, pussy and legs exposed. All she had on were her tan-strapped cork wedge heels.

“Anything is fair game,” he laughed. Bill wouldn’t give her time to play this time. He had several balls lined up near pockets. After all, she only had one left, his were all that remained. He quickly sank three balls in succession. The next shot was tougher, and he needed to aim. He was on the side furthest from you, towards the TV. “You’re done now,” he teased her back. “I’m gonna make this and then end it,” he said pointing to the last few balls he had. All of them were right near pockets.

Morgan got up, she brushed off her left tit with a new sense of confidence. “You lost,” she said without making eye contact with him, “trust me!” She walked over next to him as he lined up the shot. You watched your girlfriend get on her knees to the right of him. It took her some maneuvering, but she managed to crawl under the table. Bill was looking down at her. You had the perfect view once again, it was the same spot where he had fucked her doggstyle moments before. Her face was inches from his outstretched cock. She lifted it with her left hand and kissed her way down his shaft to his balls. She began to lick and kiss his balls. “Take your shot,” she taunted from below. He had no chance. His eyes were closed. He could barely hold the stick. She was licking his shaft back up to the tip. She twirled her tongue around it, and you could see the stud rub over his head. She then deep-throated his cock in one motion and began a fast pumping motion up and down his cock. Bill just stayed there enjoying the feel of your girlfriend’s mouth on his cock. He lightly tapped the ball. It wasn’t even a shot. After several more minutes, Morgan pulled her head off his dick. “Did you shoot?”

“I missed,” he laughed. He had missed a bit ago and just allowed the blowjob. She slapped his leg, and pulled down his boxers. Bill was nude now, just like she was. Your asshole friend, and your girlfriend were playing pool in the nude now. Your girlfriend came out from under the table. She picked up her stick from the ground and went over to the side where she had her last shot. She waited for Bill to do something. He just stood there. He waved his hands at her. “Just go, end it!”

Morgan laughed, “You’re such a sore loser,” she joked. She easily made the ball in the corner pocket. The cue ball was on her end. The eight ball was on the other end. She lined up the shot, but stopped. She looked up at Bill.

“What?” Bill asked.

“I been doing good when you mess with me!” She insisted. “Do something to me! Fuck me! Eat me out! Finger me! Anything!” She pleaded.

He nodded, and walked over to her side. “You got it!” He eagerly said with a smile. He knelt down behind her. You didn’t have a good angle, but Morgan’s face told the story.

“There we go,” she closed her eyes. She smiled, “I think I can do anything with your tongue in my pussy!” She leaned forward with new found resolve. She truly DID seem better when he was inside her somehow. She had a determination in her, and when she shot the cue it went right for the target. The eight-ball fell into the corner pocket. “YES!” She jumped up. “I’m so good like this!”

Bill came up, and back into view. He held her close and kissed her. “So you won, what now! We never made a deal what the winner got!”

Morgan grabbed his hand with her own and walked with him towards the coffee table. She pulled out a condom from the box of extra large condoms and then proceeded to walk towards the back door. You moved back into the darkness of the other side of the cellar. “Bill,” she told him, “everybody wins in this game.” They didn’t even seem to notice you in the dark. She opened the door. “Cause now I’m gonna fuck your brains out on the picnic table out back!”

You wanted to see the end result of all this. You had an idea. You came around to the main door of the cellar where the stairs were and opened it. They wouldn’t be able to see you on this side. You crept around the small corner where the door was and peaked out. The back door was wide open and Bill was sitting on the bench of the picnic table. His cock, sheathed in a massive condom was standing erect. Morgan put her legs through the opening of the picnic table and straddled Bill. Your girlfriend guided herself onto Bill’s condom covered dick. She grabbed it and aimed it at her pussy. She eased herself onto his cock. You had never realized how great a picnic table was for fucking. Bill and Morgan were realizing that right now. This wasn’t love making. This was fucking. She bounced hard and fast up and down on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah,” your girlfriend moaned. “Mmmmm,” she cooed rubbing her hands through her hair, “This was the best game ever!” She began to hump harder and harder. “I’m a ten baby,” she moaned, “give me the ten inches I deserve!” Her words brought you back to reality. “Let that fatty up there have five! A ten gets ten inches,” she almost shouted, “a ten gets ten inches, a ten gets ten inches” she repeated. She kept saying it into the night air, almost pushing her to orgasm. The table creaked as she bounced.

The words kept ringing in your head. It made you want to stop this right there and then. You looked away to see the box of condoms on the table. An evil thought crept into your head. You could stop this little game right now. You grabbed a pin from the computer desk to your right. She and Bill were too busy fucking to notice as you bent down and crawled behind the pool table. You moved quietly but as fast as you could. You reached the picnic table. The condom box had several left. You began to poke holes in the condoms. If she wanted to pretend to be “two” Morgans, let’s see how she could do that pregnant. The realization that it would be Bill’s kid never hit you until much later. You were too caught up in the moment, wanting her to pay. You finished the job and crawled back out to the door. You peeked around the corner to see Morgan and Bill still fucking. With a smile you left.

You crawled into bed with Janelle. She rolled over and put an arm on your chest. For the first time in a while you had a sly smile. And you didn’t care what was going on downstairs. This game would be over. Morgan couldn’t play the game with a huge pregnant stomach. She’d have to admit everything.

The next morning you awoke from a blissful sleep. You actually had morning sex with Janelle. Then you took her to breakfast. Bill and Morgan had left early. Morgan texted Janelle they had a good time and wanted to do it again. Maybe even that night. You didn’t care at this point. After dropping her off, you returned home.

When you went downstairs, you saw the box of condoms was gone. In the trash were at least five of the used condoms. You laughed. Serves that bitch right!