Diary of a Cougar: 6> Pool boy(s)
written by:
Chris-t6290

Leaving it until a few weeks after the decorators had gone, I mentioned the subject of our pool to Ray. What with the top still being over it, neither of us had any idea as to what state it was actually in, until the specialist Ray contacted pulled the cover back.

Far from the water - which was notably cold - being blue and clear, it was nevertheless dirty.

"I take it you haven't turned the heater on," Mark averred.

‘What with it being sunny San Diego, why would we,' I thought, Ray staring at it and no doubt wondering how much of a dent it would put in our bank balance, especially following the recent decorating.

"If you still want it cleaned, I'll get my two most efficient workers, Dave and Trevor, to call around on Thursday," he affirmed, and then handed Ray the estimate for the work.

"Okay, well, I suppose it needs to be done, right, Rachel?" he said, looking at me for confirmation.

"Yes, right!" I exclaimed, my mind otherwise thinking back to Mike and Tony, the two delectable and dedicated decorators. Besides which, it would be nice to take a dip every so often, if only to cool my over active ardour. "Thursday, then," I added, being the day following my weekly get together with Amanda and the others, before going inside and leaving the men to it.

Suffice it to say, come Thursday, and having listened to Gloria's tale about her exploits at a local fair, I was feeling rather horny. In the case of the decorators, I had foreknowledge about them from Veronica; however, I had no idea if Dave and Trevor were the type who could be discreet. With that in mind, I decided to feel the men out; give them a bit of visual encouragement, but no more.

‘Yes, that'll do,' I beamed, catching sight of the reflection in my wardrobe mirror of just how well the red 2-piece bikini accentuated the curves of my breasts - not that the top half would be on for long in the outdoor heat. Before going downstairs to await their imminent arrival, I collected my ‘D&G' sunglasses, an erotic novel I'd begun reading - Ray making the point that it was porn for women - and a towel from the linen cupboard.

Going to the kitchen, I made up a pitcher of orange juice with just a hint of vodka, and then collected a glass from the cabinet where I keep them. Moments later, the doorbell rang. Dressed as I was, I looked at the kitchen clock. ‘Good, they're on time,' I noticed, and just about managed to control my underlying enthusiasm as I went to greet Dave and Trevor and let them in.

"Mrs Roberts, I take it," enquired the tall blonde blue eyed one, who then showed me his ID card with David Adams on it, followed by Trevor Taylor, who was about two inches shorter than that of his associate and had dark brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. ‘You two look promising,' I realised to myself.

"Okay, right, well, you know what needs to be done, then, so I'll leave you to it," I exclaimed, before directing them to the side entrance. Irrespective of what might happen, I most certainly didn't want them trailing the muck from the pool through the kitchen and hallway.

"I'll be out the back sunbathing, so...!" I informed them, and left it at that before I closed the door.

Having taken off their shirts thereby revealing their rippling muscles - in particular their six-packs - Trevor and the equally dashing Dave, set about clearing and then emptying the pool before cleaning it. ‘We're definitely getting our money's worth,' I thought, as I leaned forwards and undid my bikini top; the book I was reading affording me less cover than that of Halle Berry's character in ‘Swordfish'. As I did, I couldn't help but glance at them through my darkened shades and emit a coy smile as I lowered the top and then dropped it beside me, before taking up the book again.

A short while later, Trevor, the one cleaning around the edge of the pool, came over, making his presence known by casting a shadow.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, tilting the book forwards enough that the upper swell of my breasts was profoundly displayed.

The young man then reached into the pouch pocket on the right side of his jeans and took out what, from the back view as he did, looked like a large, even child's size, calculator. Then, having pressed a button on it, he showed it to me, saying: "Try this."

Far from it being a calculator, I saw that, in fact, it was a grey frame around a white screen that had text on it - a page number being centre bottom.

"Yes, I heard about these, a ‘Kindle' from amazon," I rejoined, as I lowered the book with my left hand and then took the reader from Trevor with the right.

"I hope you're not...!" I said, leaving him to make up his mind as to what I was alluding to, before scanning the display.

"Should you be showing me something like this," I exclaimed, having noticed the word ‘cunt'.

"I dare say the book you're reading has similar and other words in it, Mrs Roberts," rejoined Trevor, almost cheekily, before picking it up to see. "I was merely showing you that such books are available from amazon; providing you know where to look, of course," he added, with a knowing smile.

‘Of course,' my mind iterated, echoing his almost smug words.

"How long?" I said, giving him no indication as to what I was referring to as I read the tablet, something I imagined he did with his left hand, if you know what I mean. As I did, I noticed that Trevor's gaze had moved from the book to my full naked breasts.

"You like," I said, momentarily flitting my eyes at him from above my shades.

"I don't think it's my place to comment," he said coyly.

"I dare say I'm not the first female client you've seen topless, young man," I rejoined.

"He's seen more than that, Mrs Roberts," teased Dave, he no doubt having come to see where his workmate had sloped off to.

"May I," he said, indicating my drink.

Cautious of the fact that one of them had driven their van here, I indicated there were some soft drinks inside, before handing the ‘Kindle' back to Trevor and inviting them follow me to the kitchen; Dave's hands being otherwise grubby.

"You're quite a tease, Rachel," exclaimed Dave, as he washed his hands in the sink.

"What's it to you," I rejoined, as, brazenly topless, I handed a cold can of cola to Trevor while holding onto Dave's until he had dried himself.

"You know, your nipples are quite perky, no doubt from what you noticed on Trevor's reader," he surmised, before taking the can of drink and thanking me.

"Anything else," I said, my arms folded below my breasts, which only served to push them up and out.

"Your husband, Ray, I believe, works while you're all alone, at home," averred Dave, somewhat quite sure of himself, before taking a swig and glug of his drink.

"How much longer?" I enquired about the pool.

"That depends on you, Rachel, how co-operative you're willing to be," Dave said, the tone of his voice intimating what he, they expected of me, and with little realisation it was what I wanted as well.

"What are you suggesting," I exclaimed, my hands moving to my hips, almost in defiance of his expected lewd response.

"A young wife like you, a husband who works all day, when does he find the time to appreciate you as a real woman—nah," he exclaimed confidently, before stepping closer; close enough, that the can I'd taken from the fridge brushed my already aroused nipple.

"And what, you think that my reading my book and Trevor's tablet has...!" I said, only for Dave's free hand to almost dart to the front of my bikini bottom and feel the telltale moistness of my arousal.

"How discrete can you two be," I enquired of him concernedly, my right hand straying towards what was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.

"Are you some kind of a slut wife, or just one that's deprived," he smirked, beckoning Trevor closer and handing him his drink.

‘How does that matter to my question, which he'd yet to answer,' I thought concernedly, before moulding both hands to his firm cock, only to then feel his free hand, expectedly, motion me to kneel down in front of him; the job they'd otherwise been hired to do now forgotten, in preference to servicing me.

"Don't tell my husband," I appealed, my voice hiding my otherwise willingness as I sank lower.

Presently removing Dave's rather impressive cock from his jeans, I was then presented with Trevor's equally proportioned one to stroke while I licked and sucked the tip of Dave's before he encouraged me to take more of it into my slutty mouth.

"Ermngh," I murmured, as he directed my head towards the forward momentum of his groin, his cockhead grazing the entrance to my throat each time.

"There you go, Trev'," Dave cheered, offering me to his colleague while he, soon sat on one of the breakfast stools, removed his trainers, jeans and pants.

Cupping either side of my chin and cheeks, Trevor drew me towards and onto his cock. No sooner had he done so, than I rested my hands on his thighs for support as I was almost throat fucked by the mushroom shaped head of his stout erection.

"Let's have you on the dining room table," Dave announced, before enquiring as to where the cooking oil was (for my ass no doubt) and directing Trevor to get it.

Insisting that Trevor remove his trainers and leave them in the kitchen, they both, in sock feet, escorted me to the lounge. Once there, Dave moved one of the chairs out and directed me to step onto it and then lay down on the tablecloth; the pair of them positioning me, lengthways, on my back and with my neck part hanging over one end.

"I take it you've had your throat fucked before, Rachel," Dave toyed, as he moved to where I was suspended, "This will make it more manageable," he said, as he posed the head of his erection inches from my moist fevered lips.

"Urmngh," I swallowed, as the head of Dave's tool brushed my epiglottis and then eased into my throat. I have to agree with him, in this position, a man's cock is easier to handle - throat wise - and I've had my fill of quite some in my time.

Taking my hands, which he placed on his buttocks, Dave leaned over me to attend my breasts, pulling and twisting the nipples while we both fucked his long cock into my receptive mouth and throat. Trevor, meanwhile, had untied my bikini bottom, and having drizzled some of the oil on my mound of Venus was sliding his fingers into my moist pussy, ‘cunt', as it was on his Kindle, while sucking the lobes of my engorged labia, my body relishing the attention and pleasure it continued to receive from these two workmen.

"Oh wow, she's sucking the cum from my nuts, Trev'," Dave's exclamation suggesting he was about to...! And just then, he did, flooding my mouth with spurt upon spurt of his warm creamy cum, which I was forced to otherwise swallow.

"How is she," he said, addressing Trevor who soon moved to take Dave's place and feed me his cock; Dave's being in no state to do anything as to how I was or wanted, I momentarily thought.

Razing up my legs, he drizzled some of the oil down my curple, drips of which, I noticed afterwards, had run onto the tablecloth I was laid on. Then, expecting to feel manly fingers push into my anus, I instead joyed at the touch of his tongue, which spurred me to fellate Trevor's cock just as eagerly; he having more control than Dave who waggled his tongue tip around my anal opening while stroking the stalk of my firm sheathed clit.

"Your turn, Mrs Roberts," he encouraged, now wanting me to cum. ‘Are all such workmen this attentive,' I wondered, as he massaged the inner folds of my vulva with his right hand and stroked the stem of my clit with the other and all while he teased the head of my distended clit with his tongue tip and Trevor groped my tits.

"Hurmngh," I continued to murmur, as Trevor fucked his cock back and forth in my mouth, thereby adding to the pressure building up inside me, which soon had me cumming.

"There you go, Rachel, we've got the rest of the pool to finish," rejoined Trevor gleefully, as he jacked himself off in my mouth.

"What!" I exclaimed, as I cleaned the residue from my lips with the back of my hand.

"You came, we came," Trevor pronounced.

"Yes, but...!" I said, as always expecting more. ‘Were they deliberately toying with me? Surely they weren't just going to leave me like this, partially satisfied,' I thought.

For a few short moments while I sat up, there was silence. Then, "Are you going to fuck me," I insisted, my legs overhanging the side of the table.

"What about the pool," Dave said.

"Are you going to fuck me, and fuck the pool...for the moment anyway," I exclaimed, as I leant back on one hand and, with the other, stroked my aching pussy and clit, something I hadn't done in front of another man in such a way as this.

"We'll need some encouragement," Trevor said, his head gesticulating at what I was doing.

"Then, will you fuck me," I all but gasped, as I darted my fingers in out of my horny cunt; my breathing becoming deep as I felt the onset of a self induced climax well up inside me.

"That...and your attentive mouth," Dave intimated, his words bringing my hand action, before I had the chance to cum, to a sudden halt.

"Then, will you fuck me!" I insisted, before once more commencing, building up the rhythm and momentum, until my fingers, like tiny daggers, thrust into me, my body once more jerking and convulsing as I climaxed; the self gratifying ones being more erratic.

Taking my now sticky fingers from me, I continued my slutty show for them. First, I partially wiped my cum glazed fingers on each nipple. Then, after tilting my head back and to the side, I lowered my hand from above into my mouth. Having made a show out of licking and sucking my fingers, I then removed them before turning my head towards my audience and saying, "Now will you fuck me."

Sidling down from the table, their cocks once more at attention, I realised their arrogance, one that Veronica had noted from Tony and Mike. ‘Are all such workmen like this,' I now wondered, as I knelt down in front of them, my mouth poised to once more suck their hard cocks.

Spitting in each palm and then on their cocks, I stroked them both, before sucking Trevor's and then Dave's, moving from one to the other as I continued loosely jerking their firm dicks. Presently drawing them closer still, I managed to get both inside my mouth, my hands acting as a buffer in case, as in the kitchen, they used their hands to encourage me to take more; thankfully, they didn't.

Taking them out, I reposed their cocks so that the heads were touching and in an almost straight line. Then, moving my mouth closer, I flitted my tongue around the glans before gliding it over their firm shafts, once more sucking on the turgid crowns to finish.

Having released them, I looked up at Dave somewhat appealingly; whereupon, he reached down his hands, grabbed me quite firmly, and hoisted me up, back onto the table's edge. ‘Fuck foreplay, I want your cock in me, preferably my cunt,' I raged inside. And as if he had read my mind, he then tilted me back, pulled my legs up, so that my knees were bent, and slid his cock into my wet wanton hole.

"Fuck, yes!" I exclaimed, as it filled me up, time after time, thrust after powerful thrust, the force pushing the air from my lips as I exhaled.

Placing my hands around his neck, I got the notion that Dave wanted me to ride him, however, when he drew himself up and turned around, I realised it wouldn't just be him I was bouncing up and down on, especially when, from behind me, I felt Trevor's part hairy chest against my back, followed by his cock worming its way into my cunt.

"Wouldn't you much rather try my tight little asshole, not that I'm complaining," I said, as between them, they bounced me up and down one thick mother fucker of a cock, made easy by my own skilful movements.

"Okay, now don't get alarmed," Dave assuaged me, as he moved my hands onto his shoulders; Trevor behind me taking hold of my legs which, and as Dave took himself from me, he gripped firmly.

‘Oh shit, now what,' I panicked, only for the pair of them to flip me forwards, down and up, my thighs now resting on Trevor's shoulders while my lower legs pointed to the lounge ceiling and his cock, covered in my sticky juices, poised in front of my mouth. Parting my lips to devour him, Ray's brushed my back as he once more tongued my asshole, and Trevor lapped at my streaming cunt.

Having feasted on my pleasure spots and made me climax in an upside down position, they then turned me the right way up, crossed their arms underneath my thighs and carried me over to the sofa. There, and having set me down in front of it, Trevor climbed onto the cushion and turned to face me. Taking up my right leg, Dave placed my foot on the cushion before motioning me forwards. Like that, I was at a height to once more suck Trevor's cock while his colleague drilled his into my pussy from behind.

"Hurm," I vociferated, as I was fucked, no doubt in a position that, one or both of them had seen in a porn clip; the camera being able to capture the view of the men's cocks as they slid into her pussy and mouth at the same time.

"Your cunt's nice and tight around my cock, Rachel, don't encourage me to cum, not until I've had a taste of your tight asshole," Dave said, iterating what I'd only just intimated.

Presently returning my foot to the floor, my mouth immediately releasing Trevor's saliva slick cock, Dave directed his colleague to sit down and for me to get over him, something I did by bracing my hand on the backrest for support, while, and with the other, I fed Trevor's cock into my sodden pussy before bouncing up and down it.

"That's it, like that," Dave applauded from behind, his voice becoming momentarily distant as he continued, no doubt going to retrieve the oil which was thoughtful of him.

Taking my right hand, he placed it around his warm oily cock, and as he did, Trevor's hands immediately moved to my ass cheeks, which he prised apart - wide apart. Managing to grip Dave's manhood just so, I directed it towards my needy anus and slipped the bulbous head inside.

"Now, fuck me," I iterated, for the umpteenth time, Dave grasping my left shoulder and right flank, thereby keeping me steady before he pierced my anal ring and shot his cock up my asshole.

"Oh fuck, yes, again, fuck me again," I cried out. Dave now moved his hand form my shoulder to grasp my hair, jerking it back and presenting Trevor with my upturned tits.

"Fuck, yes, pull my hair, fuck me in my ass," I squealed, my pleasure once more heightened by the touch of Trevor sucking my nipples in turn.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, more, do it more," I encouraged them, my hands on the backrest allowing me to move up and down the cocks in my ass and cunt as they were skilfully drilled into me.

"Fuck me, come on, fuck me, ram your cocks inside me, ass and cunt," I soon cried out, as another, this time glowing climax soon washed over me.

Managing to raise myself up high on my knees, Trevor and then Dave were able to commence a piston like thrust; Trevor's hips going up and down while Dave swung his back and forth.

"Fuuuuck me," I cried out, with the onslaught force, both of them soon stopping and, thankfully, just as I came, before returning to a steady rhythm, Dave showing no sign of cumming even before when he slowly withdrew himself and had me suck his cock.

Taking it from my almost eager mouth, he had me turn around, my back towards Trevor. This time there was no helping hand as I again lowered myself, my ass, onto the cock in my hand; the other one holding my left buttock open.

"Oh, wow, yes," regaled Dave, as he looked on. "That looks amazing," he extolled, as I eased the head of Trevor's cock into my back passage and he in turn moved his hands to support my rump, in addition to keeping me suspended there.

"Emn, by the looks of it, Rachel, I'd say you could get a second one in that tight little ass of yours." Dave not giving me the chance to object as he sat astride Trevor's thighs, and soon had his dick wedged in my anus.

"Oh fuck," I exclaimed, as he jerked some more of his length inside my tight ‘backdoor', loosening it up enough to part withdraw it, so that he could then have another go.

"Oh fuck. Easy, Dave, I'm okay with this, both of you in my ass, just not this position," I said, as Dave continued to persevere. As he did, I had a sudden thought. ‘Is it me, or is having two dicks in your ass the norm around here.'

"If you must look at me," which appeared to be the case, "then sit were Trevor is, and -" I began to tell him, only for my sentence to be cut short, when I felt his cock all the way up my back passage.

"You were saying," he all but gloated at his achievement, as my cunt leaked more fluids onto Dave's cock, thereby easing the way for him to again fuck my ass and while Trevor remained still; well, until my asshole loosened up, then they both went at me, and with the same compulsion as that of a short while ago when they laid it to my cunt as well.

What with my rectum presently numb, I found it hard to summon up the will to urge them to fuck me. In the space of less than an hour, I had gone from a vocal wanton slut to a mute - not caring one way or another if the fucking I was on the receiving end of suddenly halted.

Sensing my disquiet, Dave spoke. "Are you alright, Rachel."

"My pussy's feeling neglected, as is my clit," I told him, they being the primary means of getting a woman, this woman in particular, off.

"Okay, then," Dave ceded, and shortly thereafter, I was sandwiched in between them along the length of the sofa, Dave underneath me sucking my tits in turn, and Trevor in my asshole, his right hand underneath me stroking my clit to the rhythm of his fuck action. My ass was still a bit numb, however, the attention my breasts and cunt were receiving, soon had me encouraging them, well Dave, since I was facing him, to fuck me.

When they finally lost their self-control, they delivered a warm glowing surge of man spunk inside me, Dave in my pussy and Trevor in my ass. Having taken themselves from my well-fucked body, I didn't hesitate in sucking their cocks dry. Then, with that done, they quickly got dressed and returned to their original task: that of cleaning the pool and filling it with warm water, which, and after they had left, I took a long leisurely dip in.