I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

(Bad to the bone by George Thorogood)

After a wonderful time at the concert & the firework display celebrating the 4th of July, Regina was wondering what Robin had in mind for their night out. Sipping on her beer, she gazed at him as they casually walked back to the jeep. Robin not only looked amazing, he was amazing. It took a great deal of thought on his part to take a Friday night and turn it into a magical occasion...complete with Joe Nichols & an awesome mega-firework ceremony!

The truth is that this was her third beer, and she was starting to feel it. Regina found herself undressing Robin with her beautiful brown eyes. His dark blonde hair and his flashing smile made her tingle all over.

Robin stopped walking & looked over, and fixed his deep, blue eyes on Regina. "What would you like to do now?" he smiled warmly. Taking another sip allowed him to peer over the rim of his whiskey sour he'd snuck in, taking in how especially sexy she looked tonight. Maybe it was the background smoke from the fireworks. Perhaps it was the Joe Nichols song playing in his head. But something kept him envisioning her dressed in nothing other than her long flowing silk nightgown and high heels. The last time she'd dressed for him like that, just looking at her breasts practically drove him over the edge.

No question about it, he thought. Regina was the complete package for him. And he was lucky enough to have her all to himself tonight...

"I don't really feel like going to a bar around here," sighed Regina.

"Me either," shrugged Robin. "Although if you're up for it, I do have something back at my place that's a little new and different."

Regina wrinkled her nose in excitement. Leaning forward, she whispered excitedly, "You have a surprise? Let's go!"

"Whoa," cautioned Robin. "It's a surprise, but don't get your hopes up. It's just something that I've wanted for a long time and finally have. You may not like it at all." "Oh, I'm sure I will," she chirped.

It didn't take long for them to walk back hand-in-hand to Robin's jeep. Sauntering slowly, in no particular rush, was part of what made their relationship so special. Sure, Regina had a killer ass. And Regina thought Robin's touch made her feel like know one has ever. But simply being together made each one feel so good. Each of them simply felt better when the other was around.

It didn't take long to drive home. "Okay," warned Robin as he fumbled with his front door keys. "Now this is something that I've always wanted. Not many women really understand it." The anticipation was killing Regina. "Give me a hint!" she cried. Robin laughed softly. "Hmmm...okay, how's this: It's big. It's pretty long. And really hard."

Regina pushed him backward. "That? I've already seen that, big shot. And for your information, you're O for three! Come on, now, give me a good hint." Robin just kept laughing, taking her by the hand and leading her inside. Walking through the darkness holding her hand, they walked down a hallway then down some stairs...then he reached for the light switch.

"Ready?" he asked. Pausing one moment for dramatic effect, he hit the light switch to reveal a magnificent, tournament-size pool table standing in the middle of the room. Regina didn't quite know how to react. She stood there looking at the huge, red felt table top. Running her fingers along the dark wood railing, she stammered out the best compliment she could think of: "It's, um, beautiful."

Robin couldn't hide his excitement. "Do you like it? " He turned around and turned on the radio to set the tone." It's a professional model, tournament size. This is what the pro's use! I've always wanted one and now I have one! Hey, you want to play a game?" Regina had never seen him like this. He was like a big kid with his first red bicycle. How could she resist? "Sure," she smiled. "But I'm not really good."

"No problem," Robin assured her. "I can show you everything you need to know. It's really easy. Here," he offered, "take this cue stick. It's just the right size for you." Regina took the cue, holding it the way she'd seen it held in dozens of movies. Placing the cue ball in front of her, Regina drew a bead on the smooth yellow ball across the table. She pulled back on the stick and fired - missing the cue ball completely. "Not bad," Robin smirked. "Here, let me show you."

Robin rounded the table and stood behind her. "It's all in the follow-through," he announced as he placed his hands on hers. As he leaned over, he caught the scent of faint perfume, from Regina's long flowing hair. With his head next to hers, he gently whispered against her soft, smooth neck, "Hold it firmly, but not too tight. That's it. Now, just pull it back and slide it on through."

With Robin that close, Regina could hardly stay focused on shooting pool. Pressed up against her buttocks that way, she could feel his cock was already harder than any pool cue in the rack. She felt herself beginning to tingle, but couldn't resist the urge to tease him. She dropped her left hand behind her and began rubbing his crotch.

"Firmly, but not too tight," she repeated. "And then I pull it back and slide it? Like this?" Robin instantly felt his cock get harder and bigger. He tried to maintain his focus, but Regina was having too much fun.

"You know, you said it was big and long and hard," she purred as she gripped his pulsing cock through his pants. She reached back with her other hand and pulled his head closer to her neck. Robin began licking the back of her ear and shoulder, letting the pool cue drop to the floor. He reached under the hem of her dress, deftly slipping his large, warm hands under her satin thong panties. It was there he could feel Regina's readiness as his thick, long fingers rubbed her back and forth, massaging her into a mass of wet, waiting desire.

With one sweeping motion, Regina dropped the cue stick on to the floor, spinning around to face Robin and locking her arms around his neck. Robin leaned heavily on her, pinning her to the pool table, pressing his lips on hers while she slowly opened her mouth.

Their tongues touched softly at first. Then, as his hips began grinding against hers, Robin lifted Regina up on to the table. Regina sighed as her bare, firm buttocks rubbed against the tabletop's red felt. As he climbed on to the table, Robin reached up her dress and pulled her panties along her taught, silky smooth legs, tossing them behind him. He gently placed each of her feet into each side pocket.

Regina was spread wide open for Robin to view. The sight of her glistening wet pussy prompted Robin to rip off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. As he lowered his head between her legs and began licking her inner thighs, Regina drifted into a frenzied passion, she braced herself against the pool table's pockets, pushing her hips up into Robin's face. The more she pushed, the harder he sucked.

"Suck it harder," she moaned, as the friction from her writhing against the red felt began heating her buttocks. She was on fire, riding Robin's tongue, back and forth, up and down. Getting wetter. Hotter. Aching to feel Robin inside her, crushing her with his massive weight. She reached down and pulled him upward. Robin started to move, kissing her firm belly, gorging himself on her soft, supple skin as he snaked his way toward her mouth. Stopping briefly at her breasts, he sucked each one - hard, not softly - until each nipple was standing at attention.

Their eyes locked as he reared up on his knees and straddled her chest. She knew what he wanted and wasted no time unbuckling his belt. Robin's pants seem to melt off of him, bringing his incredibly large, hard cock within inches of Regina's lips. Drawing his cock into her mouth, she raised her head, stuffing in as much of it as she could.

Robin pushed farther into her throat, which seemingly had no end. Regina was insatiable. She was determined to take every inch, to swathe it with her saliva and swallow whatever he would give her. He was almost at his limit, when he reached backward to push his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Swollen, wet and engorged, Regina's core easily accommodated two fingers, seeming eager for more. Robin knew that if he could just hold on a bit longer, he could curl his fingers, rub Regina's G-spot and send her squirting into ecstasy.

Still straddling her chest, Robin could feel his cock getting tighter, ready to fire his load. His hips were bucking almost as wildly as Regina's. His fingers rubbing against her vagina, her mouth swathing his ultra-hard cock until it was dripping with her juices.

They were both ready to come. They were both aching to make it last longer.

Just then, Regina, gazed up at Robin and pleaded: "Fuck me. You have to fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Come on me."

In one swift instant, Robin pulled his cock out of her mouth and plunged it into deep inside her, hammering away at her like a jackhammer. Pounding her again and again, Regina had never felt anything so deep, so big inside of her. Spread wide open, her feet in the pool table pockets, she mustered all her strength to grind her clitoris against Robin.

For every pounding he gave her, Robin could feel Regina push back. Grunting, leveraging herself against the pool table, Regina was violently slamming her vulva into Robin, letting him know that she was fucking him just as hard as he was fucking her.

They banged up against each other together, thrusting in perfect rhythm. Rubbing and grinding and hammering away at each other. Faster. Harder. Deeper. A few more times. One more time. And then Regina let forth a yelp that told Robin everything he needed to know. Regina was shaking, shuddering, thrashing on the table - completely out of control with pleasure.

And just in time.

With one last burst of energy, Robin pulled his massive tool out of Regina, and with one last groan, shot his full load on to her belly, again and again, until his torrent of love pooled over her navel and trickled down her side.

Then he gently lay next to her. Holding her. Kissing her and giggling quietly in her ear. They were both exhausted. So completely spent that neither could speak for several minutes. When they finally began to recover their breaths, Regina turned to Robin and smiled: "So are you any good at actually playing pool?" she asked.

Robin began to laugh. "That's a good question," he mused. "Now that I think about it, I don't recall ever having learned the game."