pool at the sorority house

Natalie quickly scans the room first noticing deck of cards; she then says "We could play a little intimate game of strip poker."

Your eyes light up. "Sounds like a great -"

"Hey!" she interrupts. "I'm not done yet, hold your horomones."

She nonchalantly reaches down and starts massaging your crotch, slowly causing your limp cock to get harder and harder. "We could play game of darts."

She then lightly sticks her hand down her shorts to her wet soaked panties to her pussy. She then raises the hand inches from your nose, letting you smell her sweet aroma.

You nervously ask, "What will we be playing for, Natalie?"

She then pulls her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck away her love juices. "A roll in the hay isn't good enough for you, hm? What do you have in mind?"

You let her fingers slide out of your mouth. "We'll figure something out. Why don't we play a little strip pool downstairs?"

She adopts a theatrical pouty expression. "A big strong boy like you against a little weak girl? It's only fair I get home field advantage. If you want to play, then it will be at the game room at the sorority house."

You look at her hot body and nod your head yes.

Her smile widens as she continues, "So, let's talk about the stakes. If I win you're all mine - though I'll loan you out to my sisters from time to time if they ask me really nicely. If you win, my mind and body belongs to you for the semester. Either way, you become our house stud, or there's no game. Deal?"

No longer thinking with your head, you nod enthusiastically.

Natalie drives you back to the house, calling ahead on her cell phone to tell the girls what you're both up to. By the time you enter the game room together, a considerable crowd has gathered to watch - at least two dozen girls. The game room is well-equipped with foosball, air hockey, casino tables, and a full-size pool table at the center of the room.

"My break," she insists.

"Why?"

"Because that's the way I want it." Natalie takes a cue and chalks up the tip, assuming the position at the table's head. "Are you ready, John?"