monogamous relationship longer than he cared to admit. His record for being faithful was usually thirty days, but heâd exceeded that record by nearly a year. Getting caught with his hand in his fatherâs cookie jar was enough to scare him into monogamy, but now that the dust had settled, Trey was ready to sample a few tasty treats.
âI think they went into the Naked Pool Room,â Gee told him.
âCome on, man. Letâs check out their game.â Mason winked.
A periwinkle felt-covered pool table sat underneath a silver dome light and was the focal point of the room. Instead of a bright white bulb, the light emanating from the dome was periwinkle as well, giving the room a dim, seductive glow. Mason and Trey stood in the doorway and watched two teams of blondes battle each other in a game of Eight Ball.
One woman, who looked to be at least six feet tall, had one knee on the table while her other long leg rested comfortably against the side of the table. When she leaned into her shot, she lifted her leg off of the floor and pointed it into the air. Balancing herself on only one knee, she looked like an erotic dancer. Despite her orchestrated efforts, she missed the cue ball by a mile.
âItâs our game now,â said a blonde wearing a pink corset, which was tied so tight that it pushed her boobs together, causing them to nearly spill out.
Trey could see her pink areolas, which matched her mask and corset perfectly. His eyes were glued to her as she bent over at the waist and aimed her cue stick. She leaned over so far that one tittie popped out. He licked his lips as he watched her nipple brush against the surface of the table. She hit the cue ball with such force that her other tittie sprang loose. The white ball hit its intended target and she jumped up and down as the orange ball dropped into the upper left pocket. Trey could feel his dick spring to life as he watched her full breasts bounce up and down.
âGame!â She grinned and slapped her partner high five.
âWe got next,â Trey announced.
The women turned in the direction of Mason and Trey, and when they saw the two handsome hunks, all four of them smiled. âWhat are the stakes?â asked the winner.
âWeâll make it easy on you.â Mason grinned. âIf we lose, my partner and I will gladly suck your pussies until you come. And if we win, youâll get on your knees and buff the helmet.â
âWe wanna play too,â whined the blonde from the losing team.
Mason smiled at Trey because he knew that within minutes they would be getting their dicks sucked by four blond bombshells. âThe more the merrier.â He grinned.
They let the women break first, and they sank a solid ball, but on their second turn they scratched, sinking the cue ball into the lower right-hand pocket. Mason went next. He hit the green-striped ball, which ricocheted off of the red-striped ball, causing both balls to drop in simultaneously. Mason was on a roll, banking and pocketing balls right and left. He felt like Minnesota Fats (minus the fat), as he wielded his cue stick, sinking all of their striped balls. With only the eight ball standing between them and an evening of fellatio, Mason called his shot, concentrated, aimed, and sank the black ball with one smooth hit of the cue stick. He turned to Trey and gave him a high five.
âMan, I didnât know you had game like that,â Trey commented.
Mason smiled slyly. âI learned my way around the pool hall in college. After being on the losing end too many times, I decided to take some lessons to improve my game,â he admitted.
âThatâs not fair; you guys are pros,â whined the same blonde who wanted to be included in the game.
âIf itâll make you feel any better, Iâll suck your clit as a consolation prize,â Mason offered.
âNow youâre talking,â she said, and hopped on top of the pool