The semester was over. Keith and I were the only guys left in our frat, because our graduate seminars trudged on, completely oblivious to the break. The little college town was dead, so Keith and I were just hanging out, drinking beer and jamming on our guitars.

One day we went down to the basement to play some pool. He’s pretty good at the game, so he was kicking my ass, but I didn’t care. We were having a great time pretending we were Paul Newman and Tom Cruise in The Color of Money.

After a few hours of billiards. we heard a voice from upstairs. “Yoo-hoo! Anybody home?” It was a female voice. Neither Keith nor myself had dipped our wicks in a few weeks, so the sound of a woman immediately revved our motors. “Down here!” Keith yelled.

We watched the basement steps in anticipation of who would be descending them. First we saw the feet, then the legs, then the whole spectacular body. It was Stacy, perhaps the premier femme fatale in all of Texas. A lithe, leggy blonde about five-six and not much over a hundred pounds, Stacy has round breasts that sit way up high, legs that go on forever and a tush that requires wild horses to keep most men from squeezing.

To boot, she’s got pouting, bee-stung lips, mesmerizing big blue eyes and an elfin quality that makes you want to take her home and treat her right. When her face breaks into a smile, it lights up the room like a sunny day. She was wearing a T-shirt with no bra, super short cutoff jeans and white sneakers with those socks with the little white balls on them. Keith and I were more than happy to see her and her spectacular form.

I handed Stacy a beer, and she told us that her friends had all gone home, but that she had to hang around for a summer cheerleading camp. Bored, she had been hoping to find more stimulating companionship than the TV “I’m glad I found you guys,” she said merrily. “Can I play?”

Keith and I shared a grin as I tossed her a cue stick. Stacy was worse than me at handling a stick, but she was a great sport, and we had a rollicking good time laughing at her bad shots. At one point she knocked the cue ball clear off the table, and when she bent to retrieve it, her cutoffs hitching themselves up into her crack, Keith and I were able to glimpse the bottom half of her divine asscheeks. I think it was possible to hear our cocks getting stone-hard, for Stacy stood up and turned around, a big smile on her face.

“I think we should spice this game up,” she said devilishly as Keith and I just stared open-mouthed at the clearly pronounced nipples beneath her shirt. “Y’all ever hear of strip pool?”

Keith and I said we hadn’t heard of it but were more than eager to learn. The rules were simple: Each player took a shot and if they missed, off came a piece of clothing. Stacy demanded that I go first.

I tried a shot which under the best of circumstances would be tough to make, but with a beautiful girl willing to undress standing nearby, it was impossible. I missed by a mile. I took off my boots, and it was Keith’s turn. He sank his shot, and the stick went to Stacy. She missed her shot, and off came her shoes.

A few rounds later, we were all barefoot and I had lost my shirt. Stacy was down to her t-shirt and shorts, and it was her turn. I looked over the table and saw that they weren’t any easy shots for her to make. I was as hard as oak.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Stacy murmured, circling the table. “I guess I’d better make this one, or I’ll have to show you boys my titties.” She then giggled as I stifled a moan. “Let me try this one,” she continued. “The three ball hits the eight ball in the side pocket after it banks off the opposite side.” Keith and I looked at each other. I don’t think Minnesota Fats could have made such a shot. It was clear to us that Stacy was throwing the game, and we were overjoyed.

“Here goes nothin’,” she said as she lined up the shot. The balls clicked together as she rammed the cue ball into the three, which crashed against the eight, propelling it against the side, and it rebounded toward the side pocket, where it caught the lip and hung there, a millimeter from falling in. “Shoot!” Stacy said. “I almost made it. Oh, well,” she went on, grabbing hold of the bottom of her t-shirt. “Rules are rules.” With that she pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing to our wondering eyes the most perfect breasts west of the Mississippi. I nearly swooned with delight. They were so round and white, with light pink nipples that pointed upward and outward, as if they were begging to be sucked. “You boys can put your eyes back in your sockets,” Stacy kidded us. “It’s your turn, Mike.”

I was in no condition to shoot any pool, especially when Stacy started fondling her stick as if it were a giant cock. Transfixed, I walked up to her and kissed her hard right on the lips. She responded with a probing tongue, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight. Stacy broke our clinch long enough to breathe, “Take your pants off, you guys. I want to see your hard dicks.”

We were happy to oblige, and in a matter of moments, Keith and I were buck-naked, our cocks saluting Stacy’s magnificence. She had us sit side by side on the edge of the table, and she took one cock in her hot little mouth while she jerked off the other one. Keith and I were so pent up that we shot our loads after a couple of minutes, Keith in her mouth and me in her hand, my sticky come raining down on her arm and breasts.

As we recuperated, Stacy treated us to a little dance as she slipped out of her shorts. Then she climbed up on the table, knocking balls out of the way, and sensuously spread her legs. “This felt tickles,” she giggled, running her toes up and down my arm. “One of you suck my tits, the other one can eat my cunt.”

“Excellent plan,” we said in unison. I dropped my face into her pungent nest, my tongue lapping at her wetness and my lips nipping at her clit and labia. Keith was going to town munching on her breasts, and between the two of us, we had Stacy squirming up a storm.

“God, yes, eat me! Eat my pussy! Suck my tits!” she yelled, the aroma of her excitement filling the air. In due course Keith and I swapped places, and I was introduced to those lovely orbs of hers. After a good while she came, nearly bucking us both off the table, her cries reverberating across the room.

Keith and I had revived erections by this point, so Stacy got up on all fours. I offered my cock to her mouth as Keith sank his into her pussy from the rear. She was full of cock at both ends, moaning and slurping and whimpering. We must have made quite a sight, the three of us there on that pool table, screwing away. Stacy’s blonde head continued to bob and weave as she gobbled my root, taking all but an inch or so down her pretty throat. Behind her, a look of determination on his face, Keith was banging away, his hands locked onto her hips as he plowed her sweet pussy.

I came once again, my cream rushing down her throat, as Keith filled her cunt with his own sauce. We climbed down off the table as Stacy lay back in exhaustion, come dribbling out of her mouth and pussy.

A few moments later she sat up, licking the come off her lips and fingers, and looked at us mischievously. “You boys have worn me out,” she said. “Why don’t you put on a show for me?” Stacy climbed off the table and took a seat in an armchair. Keith and I simply stood and stared at her. What did she mean?

“Come on, Mike,” she said to me. “Get up on there on the table with Keith and suck his cock or something.” I looked at Keith, wondering what his reaction would be. I had done a little messing around with guys before, but never with Keith, and I didn’t know how he’d react. But he just shrugged his shoulders and hopped onto the table. I joined him, and we positioned ourselves so we could suck on each other’s cock at the same time. He has a long, skinny dick, and it tasted real nice as it slid in and out of my mouth. And for a beginner, Keith wasn’t a bad cock-sucker, licking the head and shaft as he fondled my balls.

I looked up at one point to see Stacy with her legs spread wide and her fingers fiddling with her clit as she watched us. I motioned for her to join us and she did, sticking her juicy pussy in my face as she took Keith’s cock in her mouth. We now had a nice daisy-chain going on top of that old pool table, and it wasn’t long before our bodies twisted and writhed in simultaneous orgasm.

By the time we were finished, it was late at night. Keith and I took Stacy by the hand and led her to a bedroom, where the three of us snuggled together to sleep, waking up occasionally to play a little bit more. The rest of the break between sessions was spent just like that — beer, pool and sex. We’ve all improved our game immensely.