Friday night at the pool hall. The click of the cue ball striking, the thump of the eight ball in the corner pocket, the usual drunken hollering. Some stupid asshole had put ten bucks in the jukebox and selected a whole series of Garth Brooks songs that would never end. Meg was drunk and in a fighting mood. She bent over the table, stretching her body as long as possible so she could reach her shot. Never use the bridge, she always said, it's like using a penis pump. Her body was long and lean stretched over the green felt, her left breast pressed up against the table and she drew her arm back and popped. A satisfying thunk as the cue hit the eight ball into the pocket, and she won again.
Vincent came behind her wrapped his arms around her tummy and teasingly whispered in her ear, "You do that again and you're in big trouble tonight little girl."
She turned around to face him, cupped his square jaw in the palm of her hand and pulled his lips to hers. "What do you want to bet?" she countered and then jolted him with a sassy bite to his bottom lip.
Vincent nodded to the pretty blonde waitress serving up drinks at the table next to them. "I win, we take her home tonight." Meg looked at her approvingly. She was cute, a short jean skirt showed off toned, tanned legs. Her t-shirt gripped a pair of large tits, threatening to burst at the seams. Her hair was bleached blonde, but long and shiny nonetheless. Meg could handle her, she thought. It wouldn't be a total loss if she didn't win the next game. She looked back at Vincent and saw him staring at the waitress, saw the lewd visions crowding his mind and felt a momentary pang of jealousy. But then she pulled herself together, remembered who she was. Meg wasn't only pretty, she was unbelievably gorgeous. She had natural red hair that reached down to her ass. She didn't have the biggest tits on the block, they were OK, a nice 36C that was offset by a very small waist. Her coup de gras however was her beautiful round ass, which she flaunted in her tightest jeans tonight. Vincent said her ass looked and tasted as sweet as a peach.
Then Meg saw him. The only brother in the dive. He was unreal. Probably 6'5", 225 pure muscle. A tattooed dragon just a couple shades blacker than his ebony skin was perched atop his shoulder blades. Its head peeked out from one side of the tank top, and its tail came out the other side and curled around biceps so big she was sure he could lift her above his head with one hand. "If I win," Meg smiled, "I want that one."
Vincent scoped out the man and gave Meg a competitive grin. "Well, let's get this game rolling!" He handed her a shot of tequila, which she threw down without a grimace. He bent over her with a lime in his mouth; she gently sucked it from between his lips, never letting her eyes leave his.
"You know I love you Vincent," she reminded him. He smiled and patted her on the ass.
"Your break Peaches."
Finally Garth stopped his whiny hollerin' and Nine Inch Nails came on. This gave Meg the extra push she needed to whoop some boyfriend's ass. She ran a three ball streak but lost her turn on an impossible bank shot. Vincent's run was twice as impressive and he came to two balls from the win. She stopped him short before he took his next shot. "Well it looks like we're going to have a blonde in bed with us tonight," Meg smiled. "What's the plan? Do you think she digs us?"
Vincent's eyes lit up, "Baby how could she not. You are so beautiful; anyone in this bar would have you. Me, well I'm sure you can talk her into an eight-inch cock no problem."
He stooped over to take his shot. Scratch!
Meg smiled; she knew that getting him thinking about the threesome ahead would mess him up. She bent over and cleared two more balls off the table. Vincent played dirty and stood at the corner pocket, the bulge in his pants just in line of vision. The ball hit the pocket at the wrong angle bounced back and forth then popped back out. Damn.
Vincent still only had that 11 ball and then the 8. Meg looked at the black man at the next table. He smiled at her, gave her a wink. She gave him her most alluring smile and fixed him with a hungry look. She was going to have some dark meat tonight.
The blonde was talking to Vincent. He ordered another round of shots, this time a shot for her as well. Her name was Camilla and from what Meg could tell, she was as dumb as a post. Perfect. The three shot glasses clicked together and they downed them. Vincent said, "Camilla, you have the most incredible legs, do you run?" Meg grinned; the blonde looked down at her legs, as if she was looking at them for the first time.
"No, it's probably just all the running around I do in here every night. Y'all want another drink? I'm feelin kinda tipsy myself." She laughed and looked at Meg. "Darlin' you have some of the prettiest hair I have ever seen. Is that L'Oreal?"
Meg smiled, she was in even more of a fighting mood now that she'd taken that 5th shot of tequila, but was determined to turn it into a fucking mood if she could manage. "No, this color is natural. Believe it or not, I had to pay for it dearly as a child, always getting teased." Meg glanced at the table, Vincent's turn still, he had sunk the 11 and the 8 ball was perfectly lined up for the win. Drastic measures. She made sure Vincent was watching.
"Camilla, I've always wanted to go blonde. Can I touch your hair?" Without waiting for a reaction, Meg ran her fingers through the long silky locks of hair. She felt a stirring. It wouldn't be so bad if Vincent won after all. Camilla felt it too and she returned the caress, ran her fingers through the waves of Meg's hair. They brought their faces closer together and brushed lips against each other, faintly. "What time do you get of tonight Camilla?"
"Call me Cam."
"What time, Cam?"
"At closing, that's in about a half hour. Oh gosh, I had better get back to work." She turned away. Vincent stared at his woman, mouth agape. It still stunned him how easily people were drawn to her. Magnetic.
He bent over the table, lined up the cue and shot. Too hard. The eight ball plunked in the hole, followed by the cue ball. He had lost. "Shit fuck goddamn!"
Meg smiled at him smugly. "Oh that's too bad baby. I had her in the bag too."
Vincent gave her a sly look. "I'm going to take a piss, when I get back if you aren't making out with the hulk over there we take Cam home. That's an order. You have five minutes."
Meg loved it when Vincent assigned her impossible tasks. It was her specialty, and he knew it. His little challenges were enough to make her panties wet. And she hadn't worn any tonight.
The black fella was finished up with his game, and sat coolly at the bar with a Jack and Coke in hand. Meg took a breath, turned her charm on full blast and eased into the stool next to him. "What's your name big guy?" She smiled up at him, didn't let his eyes drop.
"Tyrone, yours?"
"Meg, a pleasure." She offered him her hand which he promptly took to his full lips and kissed. She felt her senses explode like fireworks and knew that she was in for a wild ride tonight.
"That your boyfriend that just left?"
She didn't know how to respond. A "yes" might close all doors and goodbye fantasy. But a "no" might have the same affect when he found out the truth later. She decided to give him the whole story right there.
"Tyrone, listen...yes that's my boyfriend. We had a little wager...I won. If you don't kiss me in a couple minutes, I could lose all and we'll end up with that blonde waitress tonight..."
He pulled her fiercely toward him, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and gave her a long, rough, hell of a kiss. She felt a hand on her back, Tyrone released her and Vincent stood there.
"That's a fine woman you have here fella. Mind if I borrow her?" Tyrone laughed. The ice was officially thawed, adding to the moist feeling in Meg's jeans.
The three of them pulled on their coats and stepped into the biting winter air. Meg was drunker than she thought, the light from the streetlamps blossomed in the fog. She warmed her hands,one in Tyrone's meaty paw and the other in Vincent's familiar palm. Lightning passed through her body, she was going to be fucked like she'd never been fucked before tonight.
They crossed the deserted parkway and came to a hotel. At the door there was some confused shuffling as the men both tried to open the door for Meg at once. They sorted things out and each took hold of one of the double doors and swung them wide. Meg strode into the lobby feeling like an Egyptian princess.
The woman at the check-in desk gave the trio some uncomfortable glances and hurried them through the registration. Meg laughed the looks off and chattered on about a fabled road trip, forgetting that none of them carried any luggage.
Finally, room 301. The door opened to two queen-size beds. Meg hurried to the first and was about to sit down when she felt an arm encircle her waist. For a moment she didn't know whose it was until she heard his voice in her ear. "I'm going to make tonight very special for you my sex goddess," Vincent said.
He turned to Tyrone and said, "I'd like to have a word with you before any of this goes down. Some rules I'd like you to abide by. One, condoms. Two, this is my woman and any attempt to snatch her from my heart is strictly forbidden. Three, I want you to fuck her like she's never been fucked before, Peaches earned this night."
Tyrone looked Vincent square in the eyes and shook hands and the games began. Tyrone moved in and ran his hands through Meg's hair. "Mmm I've always wanted to taste a redhead," he said. "Vincent, are they as good as I've heard?"
"Better, I'll let you have the honors."
Tyrone gently removed Meg's top and stepped back, looking at her naked breasts, her tiny waist blossoming into womanly hips. He knelt before her and suckled first one breast then the other. He licked down to her belly button ring and to the top button of her jeans. Vincent came up behind Meg and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He licked and sucked on her earlobe and neck as Tyrone unbuttoned, unzipped and peeled Meg's jeans off of her, carefully lifting one foot then the other out of the legs so she stood naked. Tyrone admired her pussy, shaved except for one stripe of red hair to prove that she was indeed a natural. He bent closer and tentatively lapped at her slit. Vincent took Meg's face in his hands and gave her a sensuous kiss, biting at her bottom lips. "Let's lay you down on the bed darling." Meg let out a compliant moan.
The men escorted Meg to the bed and lay her on her back. Tyrone got between Meg's legs and parted her legs wide so he could look at her pussy. So pink against the pale white skin. He plunged his tongue as deep as he could and lapped at the sweet juices. Vincent took out his cock, all gorgeous thick eight inches and rubbed it up against Meg's mouth. She eagerly opened wide and let him push it in as far as he could. She closed her lips around the base and ran her tongue up and down the shaft happily. It was hard to concentrate though, Tyrone nibbled at her clit, and he plunged two of his big fingers deep and beckoned for her to come. Meg cried out in her first abrupt orgasm, her whole body shook from the force of the climax. She panted around Vincent's dick and begged for more.
"Let's turn you over darling," Vincent suggested. Meg rolled over onto her hands and knees. "I want you to arch your back baby, show Tyrone your gorgeous ass."
Tyrone smacked her ass approvingly and gave her asshole a teasing lick. He slid a condom on and introduced the head of his cock to her swollen pussy lips. Vincent kneeled in front of Meg's face and presented his cock. Meg adored Vincent's dick and pulled it into her mouth, swallowed it down as far as she could. Simultaneously she felt Tyrone press into her inch by inch. Oh god, she thought, he's huge. Just as thick as Vincent. She had hit the jackpot tonight.
Vincent began to move so that his cock slid in and out between Meg's lips in a nice easy motion. She had time to tease at his shaft with her tongue and lap up the precum from the tip. Yummy.
Tyrone kept pushing into her, he was being gentle, probably didn't know she loved big cock. He took her ass cheeks in each of his hands and spread them so that he could look at her little asshole while he pounded her pussy. Oh god, he really was big. He kept pressing in deeper and deeper and he still wasn't in up to the hilt. Meg let out a muffled moan around Vincent's cock.
Tyrone pushed it all the way in. Meg had no idea how big he was, but fuckin-A if he wasn't the biggest she ever had. Meg wiggled her ass a little bit to show her approval and Tyrone took the cue, he began to pump her faster. He set the pace and Vincent pumped his dick in and out of her mouth at the same pace. Meg felt her body tensing up in anticipation of the biggest climax she'd ever had in her life. Her toes began to tingle and her pussy began to pulse around the shaft of Tyrone's massive dick. She looked up at Vincent, he looked down at her and gave her the sexiest grin she'd ever seen. He squeezed his cock with his hand and pushed it into Meg's throat as far as she could handle it. At the same time, Tyrone licked his thumb and pressed it gently into Meg's ass. It was too much! She screamed a primal scream as the orgasm overtook her. She bucked and bowed against the two huge cocks, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy. Vincent, always aroused by his woman's pleasure, took the opportunity to explode in her mouth. She swallowed his cum down like she was starving.
Tyrone fucked her harder and harder. Vincent sat back and enjoyed watching Meg's face and body respond to him. Meg felt another wave build up inside her, but stopped short when Tyrone pulled out of her. He picked her up in his big arms and flipped her on top of him. "Ride me" he ordered. Meg looked down at the gorgeous stranger, his ebony skin contrasting against the crisp white hotel sheets. He had another dragon tattooed on his chest, his muscles were firm and stressed against his skin. He was close to cumming, she could see it in the way he rolled his head back and opened his mouth showing beautiful, white teeth. Meg saw Vincent watching her, his dick in his hand. She decided to put on a show and ride her stallion like a real cowgirl. She bucked her hips against Tyrone and took off with her orgasm like a rocket ship. "Meg, I want you to suck my come out of my dick when I say go." Meg nodded her head in agreement, and her screams escalated into a crescendo. "Oh my fucking god!"
"Go." Tyrone ordered. Meg turned around so that she could wrap her lips around Tyrone's cock. She greedily rolled the condom off and pushed him into her mouth, he was a giant. She couldn't get the whole thing in. No matter. She pressed her pussy into Tyrone's face as he came. She swallowed.
The three of them lay back on the bed, satiated grins on their faces. Meg wrapped her arms around Vincent and whispered, "Thank you, baby. Tomorrow night, let's come back for the waitress."
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Originally Published July 2005 - "Coming With a Bang"