Diary of a Cougar: 7> More than a round of golf
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Chris-t6290

Telling Ray as much as I could about the tennis game with Amanda, he remarked on how well I had adjusted to having moved, little realising the sexual fun I was otherwise having, mostly at his expense; the roller blades, decorating and more recently the pool.

When it came to my 27th birthday, Ray gave me a set of golf clubs and intimated that I could join him on Saturday's. ‘Yeah, right,' I thought, what with the fun I had been having. He then went on to tell me that he had also paid for some lessons.

Thanking him for the wonderful present, and as sincerely as I could, and since the lessons were on a Thursday, I nonetheless decided to take up his offer, and just hoped that the coach would be young.

Calling Amanda to find out what I could wear, we had a giggle over what Ray had bought me; her husband having done the same. ‘A skirt would be fine and a close fitting blouse,' she indicated, along with a pair of socks and trainers. "Not too dissimilar to the tennis, then," I chortled, recalling how she had attracted Carl's attention (Part 4 of the Cougar club: ‘Mixed doubles').

‘Right, that's settled, then,' I thought, deciding to wear the white pleated skirt I had chosen for our tennis, along with a salmon pink blouse, a pair of panties, white socks and trainers. Anything else, I'd buy at the club.

Arriving for my first lesson, I was put in the capable hands of a young coach called Andrew. He was decked out in the usual type of clothing one would expect, including a peak cap. Consequently, I had need to purchase a sun visor, along with a loan of golf balls; used, of course.

"Okay, Mrs Roberts."

"Why be so formal, Andrew, you can address me, Rachel," I said, wheeling my bag along behind me, as if it were a shopping trolley.

"What made you take up golf?" he exclaimed, noticing my lithe shape; my breasts jutting out, almost, in the tight fitting blouse - I had no bra on.

"My husband, who plays here on Saturday's, bought me a set for my birthday. I much prefer racquet games and roller blading; also, indoor activities," I added, emitting a coy smile beneath my visor.

"Well, you've definitely got the physique for it...this is us," Andrew said, indicating the practice lawn.

In front of us was a well used track, which lead to a cup. ‘So, potting the ball comes first,' I realised, just as my clit responded to his flattery. ‘Good job I decided to wear a thong,' I minded myself.

Having me select the putter, Andrew placed a line of four balls on the flattened grass and directed me to swing at them, one after the other; the first fizzing past the cup, the next two either side and the forth ball falling short.

"I'm not much good at this," I reasoned.

"That's okay, Rachel, I just need to see how you go; what can be done to improve your stroke," Andrew assuaged me.

‘There's nothing wrong with my stroke when I'm holding a hard cock,' I remarked to myself, just as he placed two balls, and about six inches apart.

Now stood behind me, Andrew placed his humid hands (it was hot, as always) on mine. He then directed me to line up the ball and then caress it with the putter; my clit tingling, just as he indicated caressing the ball.

The first one rolled left of the cup and stopped. ‘At least I got within reach,' I commended myself. Then, and with some slight hand movementation, courtesy of Andrew, I reached the cup, falling just short of it dropping in.

"There you go, you just need to work on your aim, speed and rhythm," he exclaimed, just as he released his welcome grip and then placed some more balls in a line before me.

"Okay, Rachel, starting with the one nearest the pin, and I'll guide you again, let's see how you get on with these," Andrew smiled, before once more moving behind me and placing his hands over mine.

‘Oh to have him behind me, gripping my waist as he slams his hard cock into me,' I yearned, my clit soon throbbing at my erotic thoughts. Suffice it to say, in my latent aroused state, my aim, even with Andrew's help, was off, compared to the previous.

"You need to concentrate, Rachel, you need to play this without help; without assistance," he minded me. ‘That's easy for you to say,' I remarked in my head, as he helped me with the final ball, it coming to rest on the right side of the cup.

"Okay, that's better," he extolled, before going to collect them.

"Is this the only game you play, Andrew," I ventured.

"Like you, I enjoy racquet games; tennis and squash. I also enjoy the odd swim and surfing," he rejoined with a smile.

"What about a game involving ‘wood', some balls and holes?" I proffered. ‘Some nice tight ones,' I continued in my head.

"Is that the sort of game that a married woman, such as you are, Rachel, should be suggesting?"

Thinking quickly, I rejoined: "What's wrong with croquet?"

"Where do you suggest playing your game?" he asked, not quite letting me off the hook.

"What did you think I meant?" I asked, emitting a wry smile.

"Hem, you could get me into trouble," exclaimed Andrew, as he placed four balls horizontally in front of me.

"How so?" I replied, before caressing the first one close to the cup.

"Well done, and you know how, Rachel, your husband's a member."

"Are we still talking about croquet," I teased, and knocked the second to the left, as before.

"What's gotten into you?" he rejoiced.

"Nothing, not yet anyway. Care to assist?" I intimated, knocking the third one right, and, with some increased concentration, the forth shy of the pin.

"What say we call that it for this week," I announced. "By the way, I'm parked outside in a midnight blue Capri. What say you take an early lunch and join me," I said brazenly, before returning the putter to my bag.

"You sure don't waste your time, Mrs Roberts," Andrew reminding me I was married.

"I dare say I'm not the only married woman you've given ‘additional lessons' to," I exclaimed, adding emphasise as I did.

"Is that what it's called," he replied coyly.

"Is what called?"

"Fucking," Andrew averred.

"Is that what you'd like to do, put your hard ‘wood' in my moist holes," I said, before momentarily cupping a noticeable hard-on. "Emn, I see you've got the right wood, and your balls are no doubt full." Andrew having gathered up the golf ones, ready to return them to the club house.

Approaching my convertible, which, unlike Veronica, I keep the top up when I'm not in it, I enquired of my young coach: "So, how far away do you live, then, Andrew?"

"What if I'm married," he rejoined.

"Are you?"

"No, but."

"So what's the problem, then?" I exclaimed. "Got a girlfriend, have you?"

"Well, yeah, sure I have," he half-heartedly rejoined (as if to give the impression he has when he hasn't.).

"I dare say she'll either be at work or studying, depending on her age."

"You're pretty ballsy for a woman, Mrs Roberts."

"Well, I did mention a game involving wood and balls," I intoned, Andrew not being too concerned about his choice of words, especially since I came onto him.

Deactivating the car's alarm, I averred: "I can offer you a lot more than the other women you no doubt fraternise with, so?"

"A five minute drive," Andrew informed me; after which, I wheeled the bag and clubs to the rear, and then stored them in the trunk, having closed the boot, I felt a contented glow inside me as I smiled at my forwardness; ‘it's good being a cougar,' I minded myself.

Keeping the top up, no sooner were we heading to where Andrew lived than I told him to show me his cock.

"You're driving!" he exclaimed, almost shocked at my suggestion.

"The car's an automatic," I rejoined. "If it wasn't, then..." intimating I'd have to occasionally shift the gear stick.

Quickly removing it from his trousers, I soon had my hand around Andrew's impressive ‘wood', which I slowly stroked for as little time as there was, all the while keeping my eyes and mind concentrated on the road.

"Turn left up ahead, and it's the fifth on the left," he directed me.

Releasing Andrew's impressive cock, which I gave a gentle playful squeeze to, I returned my hand to the wheel and made a left down the road he had indicated; presently parking outside a gated house with two doors back from it.

What with it being just after 1pm, there were few other cars around; their, any, owners no doubt being at work or study. Alighting from my Capri, I locked it as always and then followed Andrew, ready to teach him some things about sex that would blow his mind; girlfriend or not.

"I'm in the upstairs apartment," he said, ushering me through the gate ahead of him, yet following too close to ogle me; not that I would have minded - Andrew appearing a bit tentative.

After he'd opened the red painted door, I stepped inside, followed by Andrew who then locked it.

"Had any luck?" a voice called down from upstairs, no doubt intimating me as the catch. As you'll have noted, I'm quite a one for role-play, generally those that I exercise control in or initiate. This, on the other hand, was something different.

"I thought we were going to play together," I appealed, Andrew immediately gesturing me up the stairs.

"I'm sure the holes you mentioned can handle more than one wood, Rachel," he smirked, almost. My mind recounting the experience I had with Tony and Mike as I ascended the stairs to his waiting friend.

"Rachel, isn't it," he said, suggesting that, Andrew, far from being diffident, had called his no doubt flatmate when I was in the ladies room.

"This one's a nice eager slut, aren't you, coming onto me the way that you did," exclaimed Andrew gleefully, now not bothering to address me at all, save for the term ‘slut', which, being married and fervent, I suppose I was - I've most certainly revelled in it, mind.

"Strip, Rachel, let us see your lovely nakedness," his friend requested of me.

"She's got nice firm tits," Andrew informed him, and having removed my blouse, he noticed them for himself.

"Nice and shapely. I'm Steve by the way, good of you to stop by," he said, as if it were for an innocent cup of tea.

Shedding my skirt and then my panties, Andrew, still behind me and near the top of the stairs, commented on my shapely ass while Steve gave delighted recognition to the moistness around my puffy lips.

"She's quite horny, aren't you," Steve announced with a smile.

"Now, be a good little married slut and step this way," he continued, walking backwards as he beckoned me. Unable to speak, I felt almost mesmerized, wanting to both see and experience what they would do.

"Okay, now turn around, face the banister and lean part way over it with your feet apart," Steve told me.

‘Fuck, they're going to have me, here and now,' I realised, my heart pumping blood as I silently obeyed.

Then, and somewhat to my surprise and elation, Steve knelt down behind me, prised my ass cheeks open and began circling his tongue around my puckered anus. Well, I did suggest Andrew break for lunch, although I wasn't expecting my ass and pussy to be on the menu in this way.

"Emn, yes," I murmured, finally speaking, as such, before I moved my right hand to the back of Steve's head and encouraged him closer as I slowly gyrated my ass around.

I dare say that, what with their youthfulness and my age, they saw me as a bit of a ‘MILF'; a married woman they'd like to fuck. ‘So much for, and where was, my cougar instinct,' I pondered. Then, and as the makings of a pleasurable climax filled me, the animal in me surfaced.

"Yes, stick your tongue in my ass, eat me," I said, my free hand moving up my body to caress my breast and pull at my hardened nipple.

"Emn, taste her," Steve proffered, and shortly after, I felt Andrew's tongue exploring my already moist asshole; Steve, having since pulled himself away from my now lax grip, moving around to the front so that he could now dine on my pussy.

"Ermngh," I languidly moaned, as a shiver ran up my body, followed soon after by more murmurs of delight as my climax washed over and through me.

"Fuck, you've made me cum. Can we, yes, at least go somewhere more comfortable?" I appealed, as they continued unabated.

"We haven't finished with you here, yet, Rachel," Andrew informed me, and then returned to teasing my anus with his tongue while his friend's fingers explored the folds of my wet pussy.

"Too right, we haven't," echoed Steve, who eventually took himself from my ‘slutty cunt' and stood up.

Moments later, I felt the head of his cock at my wet entrance, followed by his hand gathering up my hair, intent on riding me.

"What do you want, Rachel," he exclaimed, thrusting his stone hard erection into me as he said my name.

"Fuck me, fuck me, slam your, hard, fucking, cock, into me," I cried out, pushing myself back on his entire length as he drove it into me.

"Like that," he urged, Andrew's tongue, having since moved to my clit, now a fraction from that of Steve's slick shaft.

"Yes, like that, hard, harder, fuck me," I cried, followed by several fluid forceful thrusts from Steve as he pulled on my hair.

"God, you're lovely and wet."

"Here, mate, you try her out," Steve crooned, offering me to Andrew as if I were a car.

Going to rest my hands on the rail, Steve directed me to hold myself open - my ass cheeks to be precise.

Having done so, I braced myself to receive Andrew's dick up my exposed ass, the one that Steve had recently dined on and made moist. To my surprise, however, he instead slid his erection into my just reamed pussy; Steve once more holding my hair, what with Andrew's hands being at either side of my naked waist. ‘Fuck, is this and more, what I've got to look forward to after my golf lessons? Maybe even instead of them,' I mused, as Andrew began a more rhythmic fuck.

"Fuck, yes, emn, more, give me your cock, Andrew. You know, I felt it pressing against me, earlier," I told him, as they both worked me back and forth on his adequate erection.

"I take it, you don't want me, to suck your cocks, I don't mind," I informed them, my words forming half phrases, what with my body being jolted by Steve's wonder fuck.

"Presently, Rachel, for now, content yourself with being fucked, that is, after all, what you wanted," exclaimed Andrew, who gave my hair a gentle tug to encourage my reply.

"Yes, fuck me," I rejoined, my otherwise neglected clit occasionally feeling the swing of Andrew's cum filled balls.

"Okay, that'll do for here," Steve eventually said; and with that, Andrew removed himself, and Steve, still holding my hair, motioned me lower. ‘On all fours,' he directed, suggesting that they were both going to ‘spit roast' me - fuck my pussy and mouth at the same time. However, and having released my hair, Steve had me follow them. Not into the lounge, which I noticed was behind me, but back along the landing.

Crawling cat like, as is my new found cougar instinct, I passed the stairs and found myself in an open dining area that had a closed, second, bedroom door to my right.

"Okay, you can stand up now, Rachel," Steve said, his hand poised ready to once more take control of my somewhat submissive body.

Lifting myself up, I noticed, for the first time, the translucent table top - glass. ‘What now,' I thought, mindful of them no doubt wanting to pleasure, and or fuck me on it. With there just being a chair at either side - there were just the two of them - Steve again gathered up my hair and then directed me to lean forwards - over the cold surface.

Almost immediately my nipples reacted to what was expectedly awaiting me by hardening; expanding to twice their normal size as my mind envisaged what delightful torture was in store for them. Once again, I was made to hold myself open with my legs apart, a pair of engorged slick cocks ready to fill my exposed ass, if not my horny wet cunt.

"Seth," I sighed, as my distended nipples came in contact with the cold glass surface. "Fuck, put your cock in me," I said, now wanting to feel the contrast of a warm hard dick up me.

"Emn, look at that lovely inviting ass," exclaimed Steve, his grip of my hair diminished.

In response, I pulled my buttocks further open, encouraging them to now take my ass.

"Is that what you want, Rachel, a nice long hard cock up your ass."

"Please, yes, then let me suck it afterwards," I rejoined, an aching boiling feeling simmering away inside me, and now needing to be released; okay, I grant you, not the most glamorous position to be ass fucked in, but the commendable intern doctors of some months ago, demonstrated what is both possible and pleasurable, albeit different to how I now found myself positioned.

Poised in readiness to have them nail my ass - just one of them like this - I soon felt Steve playfully slap the underside of his shaft on, and in between my curple a couple of times. If a man's going to fuck my ass, I like him to get on with it; why all the god dam teasing.

"Come on, stick your cock in me," I enjoined. "Fuck my in my ass!" I exclaimed, my breasts and cold tingling nipples resting on the glass surface while my body ached to feel the warmth of a hard cock inside it.

"Are you sure, Rachel," Andrew, stood to the left and behind me, said.

"Yes, I want a cock inside me," I rejoined, and in my fevered state, omitting to say where.

Low and behold, I felt Steve slide his cock down my anus and then slip it into my pussy.

"Fuck, yes, not there, though. I want you in my ass, fuck me in my ass, please," I appealed, my body, all the same, flexing back and forth on his long pole.

"Fuck me, more, like before, ram your cock up me," I continued, my much needed release seemingly more important than where Steve's cock was.

As before, Steve gave way to let Andrew fuck me, and as before he was slow and precise; this time easing a saliva coated finger into my backside, which helped, my climax presently cresting as he once more stroked my clit.

Having me stand up afterwards, I was then escorted - in between them and this time stood up - along the short passage to the left. Soon in the kitchen area, I was directed towards a wide work surface. ‘Not more bending and fucking, guys,' I remarked to myself, only for Andrew, this time, to have me turn around and with my back against the edge.

Moving closer, they both helped me up and sat me down; spreading my knees and thighs afterwards. Then, and with Steve emitting a knowing yet cheeky grin, Andrew went over to the fridge. Opening it up, he took out several items - fruit mainly - and put them in a brown plastic bowl. ‘Looks like they've seen 9 and a half weeks,' I realised, my fingers straying to stroke my clit while those of my other hand fingered my wet pussy.

"Nothing rough inside me, it is designed for cock, after all," I called to Andrew, just as he closed the door.

Showing me the contents, I noticed a long thick cucumber and the obligatory banana, on top of several soft fruits and berries.

"I take it that, after all of this, you are actually going to put your cocks up my ass. That's right, both," I exclaimed, noting their expressions.

"The ol double anal, then," Steve remarked, before taking up the long green fruit, my mind quickly dispelling thoughts of his namesake, our neighbour, who, along with his son, first introduced me to it, and with little of the finesse and pleasure, I've since enjoyed.

Having reached for the nearby oil, it was evident where he intended to put the cucumber, or so I assumed. "As you said, nothing rough," Steve iterated, before coating the top portion with some of the oil; my tongue sliding back and forth between my lips at the prospect.

Holding my pussy open for him, I soon felt the bulbous head of the fruit slip inside, followed by its equally thick green skinned fullness. How else would you describe it. Not only was it straight, but it was long, I noticed, when the head presently nudged my cervix.

Just then, Andrew placed a small glass bottle of cola, one with a metal cap, beside me. "And where do you think that's going?" I rejoined.

"In your mouth, it's for you to drink," he said, before opening a draw in the cabinet beside me, from which he took out a bottle opener.

"Okay, thank-you, I'm sorry for thinking otherwise," I just as quickly apologised.

"You can try it in your ass afterwards," Steve intimated. "The necks straight and slender...I'm joking, just lightening the atmosphere," he assuaged, as Andrew undid the cap and then handed the bottled drink to me.

Having taken a sip, if only to cool down, I enquired, as if it was necessary, where they intended putting the banana. Steve's coy expression intimating I'd have to wait and see as he worked the cucumber back and forth while Andrew again licked my sticky distended clit.

What with my legs being open, I was in no position to encourage Steve's fuck action, while, and like this, they evidently wanted me to watch the kinky notion that they had in store for me with the bowl of fruit.

Eventually withdrawing the cum slick cucumber from me, Steve took a crimson plum from the bowl and bit into it, the red juices running down his long thick fingers. Then, almost hovering it above my breasts, he momentarily remained still before moving the fruit lower. My eyes followed the plum as he ghosted it down my cleavage. Then, when he had it positioned just right, he lightly squeezed the part consumed plum, thereby causing the juice to trickle down my midriff where it pooled in my naval before coasting down to my pussy and Andrew, who then licked the juice up.

"Emnn, yes," I moaned, more from his avid tongue motion, than noticing that Steve had now removed a strawberry.

"Let me have some more drink," I appealed, and soon took another glug.

Not bothering to first bite it, Steve moved the red berry down to my pussy. There, Andrew drew back the hood on my already prominent clit, and I watched, as Steve carefully teased more than grazed my bud with the textured fruit.

"Emn, fuck, yes," I cried, my body trembling in response.

"Fuck, make me cum, please," I appealed wantonly, only for him to immediately remove it and have Andrew bite off the tip.

With the softer inner fruit exposed, I now received a smooth, rough and smooth (Andrew's tongue being the second) sensation on my clit.

"Fuck, yes," I cried, in response to the pleasure. As if that wasn't enough, Steve added to it when he pulled on my left swollen nipple, the warmth of his fingers and thumb countering the previous cold I had felt from their dining table.

"Fuck, more, pull harder. Fuck my cunt, please!" I exclaimed, appealing to Andrew.

"That's it, fuck me, ram that hard fucker up my cunt!" I cried; he having re-introduced the cucumber.

"Oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck...yessSS!"I shouted, almost, as I came. My body going into spasm, and all while they kept up the pleasured pressure.

"Okay, enough," I insisted, finally exercising some control. It wasn't as if they, Andrew, could threaten blackmail by telling Ray, especially since they were the ones I was fucking around with.

"You two are going to fuck me. Not in here, though. So, where's the nearest bedroom?" I questioned insistently.

"Okay. We merely had your pleasure at heart, Rachel," explicated Andrew passively, as he removed the cucumber from my sodden cooze.

"It's left of the dining area," Steve informed me, before returning the berry to the bowl and then helping me down.

"Have you got a glass for the rest of the drink?" I enquired; whereupon, Andrew removed one from a cupboard, poured the contents of the bottle into it, and then handed the remainder of the drink to me.

"Thank you...for everything, by the way," I said, emitting a coy smile before I knocked back the last of the refreshing cola and returned the empty glass to my golfing coach.

With Andrew leading the way, Steve, carrying the bowl, and thankfully minus the cucumber, followed behind me.

"In here," Andrew directed, pushing the door open and standing aside for me to enter first.

Thankfully, it had a double bed (I won't bore you with the rest), which I soon made myself comfortable on. "Am I going to get to suck your cocks, or will that have to wait until next week?" I said, beckoning them to me with a finger of each hand, the objects in question having since been returned to their underwear.

"Most girls we know, don't," Andrew said.

"Women, real ones like me, do, and not just after I've been fucked in my pussy," I informed them, my fingers straying down to the ass they had both rimmed. There, and as they stepped towards me, I toyed with my anus, and licked my fingers afterwards.

Getting Steve to set aside the bowl of fruit, which I figured he'd brought for something to eat afterwards, I soon had their marginally sticky cocks released and in my hands. Stroking them to begin with, I soon drew them closer together and licked around each puffy head before taking them into my mouth.

"Hurmngh," I moaned, followed by them, as I sucked and twirled my tongue around the cockheads, savouring the aftertaste of my pussy juices, which were soon added to by the release of their pre-cum.

"How's that for two woods in one hole," I remarked, touching on my earlier suggestion to Andrew.

Having presently released them, I helped first Steve and then Andrew to get undressed. Then, with all three of us naked, I invited Andrew to lie down, and soon got on top of him.

"Since you've both fucked my pussy, what say you both fuck my pussy—at the same time," I told them, grasping Andrew's cock, which I now lowered myself onto, thereafter, leaning forwards and offering Steve my ass as well, and which he thankfully avoided - for the meantime at least.

With their cocks pleasantly nestled in my wet cunt, Steve allowed me the freedom to rock back and forth on them, albeit for a short while. I then felt his splayed hand on the small of my back, followed by his cock moving in and out to that of Andrew's moving out and in.

"Fuck, yes, like that, fuck my cunt, fuck me like that," I exclaimed, the rippling sensations I was once more experiencing, bringing forth a euphoric climax.

"Fuck, yes, more. Give me more of your fucking cocks," I regaled, wanting more of the same as they finally got down to actually fucking me.

After being allowed some respite as my next climax washed through me, I reached behind me and withdrew Steve's cum slick cock from my pussy. I then trailed it past my perineum and nudged the head against my asshole; whereupon, Steve then took over as he eased it inside.

"All the way in me," I trilled, my ass, after all, being able to take two cocks, albeit with the assistance of some form of lube.

"Yes, that's it. Now, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass with your long hard cock," I insisted; Steve now grasping my hips so as to really give it to me.

"Fuck, yes, like that, more. Fuck me, both of you," I swooned, Andrew having stopped.

"You no doubt want a go in my tight asshole too," I proffered, my breasts dangling above his head. "Lick my tits, then, suck them, the nipples," I encouraged, and shortly thereafter I sensed another climax burning away inside me.

Bracing my hands on the bed, they began fucking me, yet again with the same rhythm they had pleasured my pussy some short while ago.

"Fuck, yes, more, keep fucking me, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, make me fucking cum," I appealed encouragingly.

Having then done so, I sat partway up and withdrew Steve from my ass. Presently turning over, I once more grasped Andrew's ‘wood' and ‘putted' (excuse the golf term) the head in my backside. Moving my hands behind me, I braced them on his chest, and then slowly fucked my tight asshole up and down his long firm shaft, enjoying the pleasured sensations, which come from doing it like this, in this position; Steve conscientiously holding off until I was ready to once more take him.

"Yes, fucking lovely," I rejoiced, my body quivering as I came to rest on his balls. "Okay, Steve, show me what you've got," I said, now wanting a right good screwing.

"You want this cock, then," he exclaimed, waving it about with his clenched fist, the head turgid; straining, almost, in his grasp.

"Stick your rock hard dick in my pussy—fuck me," I insisted, remaining still and on Andrew's impaled cock.

"Hold the slut's cunt open for me," he said; Andrew soon drawing my thighs back, and my labia open and inviting.

"Fuck me, come on, fuck that big fucking cock in my tight little pussy," I hissed.

"Fuck! Yes!" I cried, as, with one firm stroke, Steve's cock shot up my cunt, only for him to fully withdraw it.

"Fuck me, stick your cock in me, huh, huh, huh," I panted.

"Christ! Yes! Fuck!" I shouted, as he did it again.

"Fuck me, please, just fuck me," I appealed, his torment stirring up what indeed felt like a tumultuous climax, irrespective of the cock buried deep in my backside.

Again, Steve speared his cock into me, eliciting more cries of pleasure and obscenities from me as my orgasm began to peek. Then, just before I finally came, he thrust his cock so deep inside me that I immediately exploded.

"You lovely, fucking, bastard," I exhaled breathily, as I began fucking myself on both cocks, only for Steve to give my tits a couple of playful slaps, to add to the sustained pleasure that was gripping my body.

"Fuck me, fuck me, come on, fuck me," I enjoined, even though I was the one riding that was now them.

In answer to my request, Andrew took my arms and passed them to Steve. He then placed them around his shoulders while Andrew did likewise with my thighs, around his friend's waist. ‘Okay,' I thought, as I looked forward to what they had planned.

Soon standing up, and with me still on Steve's cock, I then felt Andrew's erection back up my ass. Like this, we were all able to fuck my tight holes; not so much my pussy, having had them both in there.

"Fuck, yes, fucking lovely," I once more rejoiced, as they, we all three, bounced me up and down on their lovely firm, hard cocks. ‘After this, the double ass fucking can wait until next week,' I contented myself with, ‘but what of the bowl of fruit,' I mused, shortly before another climax ripped through me.

"Okay, there's next week and the one after that; also, Andrew broke for lunch," I impressed upon them, figuring as best I could, how long we'd been going at it.

"Get the bowl," Steve said, quickly transferring his hands from my lower shoulders to that of my ass. "You know, I'd like to fuck you all day long, Rachel, especially up your lovely tight ass. Your husband, Ray is it, somewhat neglecting your needs," he elucidated, and with a look of carnal lust.

"The fruit, including the banana," he began, which Andrew now peeled, "is for you to enjoy, but first," he said, emitting a pleasant yet minxy smile as he prised me from his rigid cock and then had me kneel down.

There, Andrew handed me the bowl, the reason evident; fruit without cream, which they would soon be providing, ‘yummy and kinky at the same time,' I regaled, only for them to remove a grape each and then burst it onto either tit, the juice trickling onto my hardened nipples which they quickly and pleasantly sucked, before they stood up in readiness.

Directing me towards Andrew's waiting cock, I covered it with my mouth. Far from needing encouragement, I fucked my lips back and forth on it; Steve presently reposing me to suck his as well, my senses welcoming the cocktail of my pussy and ass juice on them.

"Cum for me," I said, as he directed me back to Andrew, though I dare say they would have otherwise liked to shoot their loads in my mouth or on my face.

"Okay, hold it closer, Rachel," Andrew warned me; after which, he managed to take himself from me, and spray the contents of the bowl with his hot sticky cock cream.

"There you go, get stuck in, there's another load to come," Steve encouraged me; he finishing himself off and catching the back of my hand as I held the banana up for him to coat. ‘Emn lovely,' I rejoiced inside, as I consumed the fare.

There I must leave it reader. And yes, over the next few weeks they enjoyed my ass some more, and at the same time.

In the next part, I once more have an accident while out on my roller blades. Thankfully, I wasn't the one who got hurt, but there were repercussions.