My cousin messaged me one day in the middle of summer asking if I wanted to come to a house party that weekend. He was celebrating getting his BA in psychology. We hadn’t spoken in a couple of years but I agreed. What the hell, right?
I got to his house a little late because I had gotten called in to work overtime. When I get there the bass is pounding, but everyone is pretty laid back. There were maybe 15 people in the garage broken into different clusters sipping on drinks and chatting. My cousin was playing billiards with a couple that were hanging on to each other when they weren’t playing.
I poured myself a jack and coke and jumped in the next round with my cousin making it teams. We lost but the conversation was decent. By now I was on my second cup and still feeling a bit wound tight after work. So I suggested a little spice. We’d wager clothes. Whoever lost had to lose an article of clothing as well. My cousin and I got their shoes and socks. Now we had everyone else’s attention. A few people decided to bet on our next game. My cousin and I lost our shoes as well as a few people in the audience. I suggested house rules with less balls to make the games quicker. They agreed. Another couple offered to step in and we backed out. When I went to get another drink I met one of the girls who was missing her shoes.
“You lost my shoes just now,” she said in mock anger as she wiggled her bare toes to make her point.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “Oh yea? That’s fitting since I’m pretty sure it was watching you dance that distracted me on my last shot.” I tried for my best mock-lecherous grin.
“Excuses,” she muttered, shaking her head.
“Ok then. Since you wanted that other couple to lose their shirts so bad, I bet you they win. If they do, I get your pants. If they don’t, you get whatever you want.”
“Well that’s a leap since I still have my shirt and am not wearing panties.”
“I don’t have underwear either,” I replied with a grin. “But good to know.”
She laughed and agreed it was a deal.
The couple lost.
“I’ll take your shirt and pants, now.” She smiled evilly.
I raised my eyebrow. Then, lightbulb.
“I did say whatever you wanted, didn’t I? What are you, a law major?”
“Nope. Computer Science. And machines hold you to the letter of your word.”
I started unbuttoning my shirt. “Good to know you want all my clothes off,” I told her with a wink.
“You are pretty cute. And you lost my shoes.” She smirked. Several people were now shirtless, and I was buck naked. I grinned.
“We want next round!” I yelled over to the table as the winning team was racking the balls. I grabbed thr girl’s hand ignoring her half-hearted protest. A fully-naked guy in a garage full of half-naked and mostly clothed people has some persuasion power. No one complained except a few jokes about a pale ass hiding the balls. And it was established since I didn’t have clothes I’d have to do a dare.
My partner was pretty good. We won. And several audience members were now down to underwear.
We lost round 2. My dare? Get an article of clothing from someone. Everyone backed up. I never looked at my partner who had lost her shirt.
I locked eyes on my cousin who still had pants. I winked. We both bolted. Around the garage, knocking things over. People were laughing to tears. I caught him near the billiard table and we both went down. I let go and he rolled away. I jumped to my feet right by my partner. She shrieked but I lifted her up in the air and down onto the pool table. She was laughing even as she tried to kick me and roll away. I hooked her jeans and managed to get them off.
“How about we get a revenge round?” I asked before she could say anything. A cheer.
She bit her lip and looked daggers at me. I laughed and helped her off the table.
She earned several cat-calls and they all got a finger in the air for it.
We lost that round as well. Possibly because I decided to kiss her to try and distract the other team. I think it flustered us more than them.
Our dare? Continue that kiss on the pool table. My cousin agreed, laughing that it was ok with him.
By now, I was hard as a rock. I asked her and she agreed, sipping her drink. I picked her up and set her on the table. I noticed as I climbed on the table a few other people were making out in different areas.
I kissed her. Our hands were all over each other. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear. “Want to up the stakes?” She nodded.
I gripped her thighs and raised them as I slid down and started eating her out. There were quite a few comments. But I was in my own world now. Focused on her. It wasn’t long before she came. And she wasn’t shy to ask for more. Several people left. I noticed my cousin taking a girl to the house. Several people watched. I slid in her as she arched her back. She clawed mine. I wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want it gentle. When the pool table started rocking, I pulled her off. Holding her in my arms and gripping her ass as she rode me in the air. I carried her to the bar and set her down, bending her over it. I had her hair in one hand and smacked her ass hard as I entered again. She was loud as we came together. And we weren’t done.
We ended up on the couch. She sucked my cock covered in our cum, I ate her out, and we fucked again. By now there was another couple fucking in the corner, and everyone else was gone.
We woke up the next day wrapped around each other. Her name was Samantha. We dated for a few months before she moved across the country to pursue her masters.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mizmch/fucking_a_stranger_on_a_billiard_table_during_a