Billiards Anyone?

I sit at the bar, legs crossed, knees exposed, sipping a drink. It's
noon, but inside the bar it's dimly lit, the jukebox moans a low tune. The
front door swings open wide and into the room spill three men, hot and sticky
from the heat and their work. They look familiar to me and I recall that I
passed them earlier working on the highway. I particularly remember admiring
the dark haired one's tight ass. I smile shyly at them as they pass by me.

They sit closeby, I can smell the pungent tang of sweat on their bodies. They
order and I watch them drink, riveted as the cold beer moves their throat
muscles while they swallow, cooling them even as it causes my temperature to
rise. I can feel myself growing wet as I idly reflect on what it would be like
to have all three of them manipulating my body... their hard rough hands
against my soft smooth flesh, helpless as they exercise their passions and
ravage my body. 

Suddenly they move to the back of the bar to play pool...cut throat. I watch
them from my seat, but I have to be near them... I pick up my drink and move
towards the poolroom. I feel their eyes watching and I lift mine to meet their 
stares.

Sitting at a table near them, I watch as they play, exchanging a few glances
and smiles, but not speaking. I catch the dark haired one's eyes and slightly
part my knees, tugging at my skirt and revealing my thigh... brushing at an
invisible piece of lint. He watches intently and I can feel his stare drill
through me. I see him whisper to his buddies and I hear them chuckle...knowing
that I am the topic they discuss.

I rise, leaning over the chair to dig through my purse. I walk to the table,
slowly, the click of my heels synchronized with the sound of my pounding
heart. Looking them all in the eyes, I reach across the table to lay my money
down to challenge the winner. As I reach across, my silky thin blouse gaps
open, my nipples already erect and obvious, exposed for a quick second. My new
posture briefly exposing much of my breasts. 

Their game finishes quickly. I move slowly around to the end of the table
tracing my fingertips
along the mahogany, bending over, knees locked, as I take the balls from the
table and rack them. Gliding to the corner, I lean on the stick that I've
chosen, watching the dark-haired one take his first few shots. He misses his
third; I had seen him look up at me, deciding I am a distraction.

My turn. I regard the layout of the balls, knowing I could make that four ball
easily in the side pocket, but then I wouldn't be able to straddle the corner
of the table to tease them, so i shoot for the six ball. One foot on the
floor, I snake my leg over the corner, moving my skirt up and out of the
way... stretching far across, bridging my long red nails against the green
felt...straining to reach the cue ball. 

Suddenly, I feel a rough hand land on my inner thigh as I take the shot.
Distracted,  I miss. Quicky I turn, about to accuse him of cheating, when he
grabs my waist and pulls me tight against him. He knows I'm not there to play 
pool.

He presses his mouth hard on mine. I try to pull away, but not too hard. I
feel a second set of hands kneading my ass. I squirm as the man in front uses
his strong, calloused hands to work up under my blouse, fondling my breasts
through my thin satin bra, biting at my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the third man running his hand over the
front of his jeans.
The other two men move me to the table, forcing me down on the felt. One moves
to the side 
and begins to remove my heels.He places my feet in the corner pockets as I
kick and protest vaguely. He and one of the others pull my legs apart while
the 3rd man moves in. They hold me there, one hand on each of my ankles and
the other on each of my breasts as the third grabs my ass and pulls it to the
edge of the table. Their hands explore me, all six hands fighting over my
breasts. He presses his groin against my panties, then reaches down with his
hand finding  the damp spot and rubbing his fingers over it. He forcefully
shoves my tight skirt up to my waist, then grabs the elastic of my panties and
rips them from my body. 

My heart accellerates, my body filling with passion. I hear his zipper open
and soon feel the head of his cock against my opening. Suddenly, in one quick
jab he pushes his cock in deep. I gasp in response, my back arching and my
breasts rise up towards the others as his strokes grow long and hard into me.
The man to my left moves his mouth down over my nipple...the other brings his
hand down to my slit, one sucking and nibbling like a hungry baby as the other
squeezes my clit hard. I bite at my bottom lip, nearly drawing blood...the
pain intense, the immobilization a little frightening, but oddly exciting.

The one between my thighs continues slamming into my sex, not careful of his
strokes. One of the others climbs to the table above my head and forces his
cock to my lips. I am nearly choked by the thickness of his swollen weapon.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he holds my head and fucks my mouth... I
struggle impotently as he and the other fuck me wildly from both ends. Without
warning, they pull me to the top of the table, I'm still filled with them as
they move me. The man buried in my cunt rolls me over. The other slips his
cock from my mouth, pulling a long string of thick saliva from the depths of
my throat.

On all fours now, the cock is yanked from my sore soaked cunt and presses the
head to my asshole. I struggle to escape, suddenly very afraid, but he's too
strong and his hands grasp my hips leaving deep impressions, pulling me back
as he plants his engorged appendage deep into my ass. 

The third guy climbs up on the table, sliding underneath me and arching up to
cram himself hard into my dripping pussy. I can feel the two cocks pressing
and sliding against each other through my thin internal membrane. The other
man rises to his knees and holding my head tighter as he violently forces dick
deep in my throat, lips resting against his balls, noses pressed hard into his
groin. I moan and twist, trying to adjust as I feel my ass nearly ripping
apart with the forceful rhythm of multiple cocks shoving and sliding in and
out of my every orifice... driving me hard and finally to my limit. Suddenly I
come, my body hot and tight, quaking hard and arching as best it can under
restraint, my flesh slick with sweat, saliva and my own juices. Gutteral moans
rise from deep inside, muffled as they escape through my lips, stretched tight
by the cock buried far down my throat. My insides convulse, muscles tightening
and flexing...holding and pulling... as the three dicks pump faster. My
bucking and vibrating body at last triggers the others' explosions. Almost
simultaneously they begin wildly pumping their creamy molten cum far inside
me...forceful jets of their scalding seed seeping deep... the heat spreading
internally, bathing my soul in a warm glow of satisfaction and release. 

Together we all collapse, panting noisily... my body still trembling as I
notice tears spilling down the sides of my face. Suddenly the three men jump
up...claiming to suddenly notice the time and they hasten to leave. I am left
lying in puddles of cum, sweat and spilled beer. After a minute, I find the
strength to weakly rise and quickly dress. 

As I slide my second heel on, I pull my body erect and prepare to leave. I
blush as I notice, for the first time, the bartender, leaning against the
doorframe and I wonder how long he's been there... what he might have seen. 

Without a word he walks up to me, tenderly takes my hands and presses them
down to the sides of my body. I glance up into his face as he looks me deep in
the eyes and says, "Now it's my turn..."