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Golf Is a Wonderful Sport

Yes that's right. Paul and I have been dating for 7 months now. I met him while volunteering at a local golf tournament, checking tickets and acting as a liaison between the country club and the caddies. Paul was a caddie and I noticed him right away. His tall 6 foot frame, athletic build from what I gathered was swimming and running. I quickly daydreamed wrapping my legs around him and running my fingers through his mop of wavy brown hair. It didn't take long for a mutual attraction to develop as I was grabbing water bottles for him and his golfer.

As the day was wrapping up and I was talking with the volunteer coordinator, I got the sense someone was staring lustfully my way. It was then I saw Paul walking behind the coordinator by about ten paces away. I was able to shake hands with the coordinator and bowed out quickly enough to not be too obvious I was checking Paul out. Or so I thought. As I turned around to grab my “thanks for volunteering” gift I felt a hand lightly graze my side.

“So, you doing something later? I would love to take you out for dinner. Something better than the burgers at the turn?”

I laughed at that and we made plans to meet later at a pub that turned out to be a favorite place for us both.

Dinner was good, conversation even better. Sparks were flying. It was turning out to be a great date. After paying the waitress, I excused myself to use the restroom. As I exited the stall, there Paul stood and in two steps, we were kissing, running hands over each other. He picked me up and plopped me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. As I started to run my hands up his T shirt, the door opened. It was our waitress. She gave us a knowing smile and gently reminded us it was a public bathroom. We ducked out quickly, smiling big Kool Aid smiles.

That night was the beginning of a fun and genuine relationship. It wasn't until 3 months that we finally had sex. It was hot and all, his kisses all over my body, his fingers deftly caressing my clit. He made me orgasm twice that night. Once with those fingers and the second with his cock.

At 6 months, I decided to get into the game of golf to add to our date repertoire. I called a highly recommended golf instructor for a few lessons. I didn't want to be to embarrassing on the course, after all.

My first lesson went well except for one thing: the instructor was a hottie. I was expecting an older pot bellied gentleman wearing pink plaid pants and a green LaCoste shirt. What I got was a guy a few years younger than me, searing blue eyes and body to match. As well as the lessons went, I started having rather sexy dreams, one being caught in a pop up rain shower and getting it on under shelter.

One night, I was having that dream while sleeping over at Paul's. I guess I was vocal and turned him on in the process. I woke from that dream to him licking and kissing down to my already wet pussy.

“Oh you're wet, babe. Were you have a sexy dream?” I nodded but didn't say anything. He didn't seem to mind though and continued to make me squirm under his deft fingers and probing tongue. I could feel the building spasm. He waited a split second then drove just a little deeper and faster. I exploded all over his hand. He then lifted himself up and drove his hard cock in, so close after me orgasming, so sensitive, so wanting another. He started slow then started going deeper, faster. He pulled out suddenly and turned me over so I was on all fours. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Was I in that sexy dream or was it someone else?” I was so caught up in the moment I replied, “No.”

“Do you think he'd like how wet your pussy is now?” he asked. Something clicked just then and I replied, “His cock would feel so good in there, wouldn't it?” He quickened his pace and we both came together faster than I anticipated. That night we began scheming a new adventure.

The next day, I called the instructor and asked if he'd be willing to give Paul and I a private lesson together. Success! Date and time scheduled, panties already getting wet at the thought. Too bad I had to wait 3 days.

Saturday evening came and Paul and I got there a couple minutes early. I noticed our golf instructor (Chris was his name), smiled and slowly made my way up to the green where we would practice our swings. Paul was already a decent golfer but he appreciated the extra tips Chris was giving and looked like he was enjoying himself. We all didn’t realize our 90 minutes were up until Paul got a call. He apologized saying he had to take the call.

As he walked out of ear shot, I offered to help Chris clean up, picking up the baskets and collecting our clubs. Chris went off to the shed to what I could assume was to call in the tractor hooked up to the ball collector. I walked up to the shed and saw him hanging up the receiver on the phone and then leaning over to pick up some papers that had fallen to the floor. Now was my chance.

I jumped up onto the small counter just to the left of him so that when he went to stand up he would have to look up my legs and quite possibly see my bright pink mesh panties under my golf skirt.

Bingo.

After he had his stack of papers and looked up, seeing my legs, he stood up slowly and accidentally or not, putting his hand on my thigh to steady himself. I leaned over and just gently placed my hand on his side, just above his belt.

“Casey? What are you doing?” He didn’t pull back but rather asked in a playful manner with a glimmer in his eyes. “Paul is just outside, ya know.”

“Yes I know.,” I replied and looped my fingers under his belt and shifted myself so that he was between my legs. I started to lightly graze his chest with my hands and look up at him through thick lashes.

“There’s something I have to tell you, Chris. I think I want you.” Chris leaned forward with a chuckle and started to nibble at my collarbone.

“Oh yeah?” He then slid the neck of my golf shirt to the side and kissed my shoulder, sending a quiver down my body.

“Yeah, you and Paul. Together.”

His hands at that point felt like they were everywhere. Before I knew it, my shirt was off and he was unclasping my bra.

“That is so fucking hot. Yes.”

He then took his shirt off, closed the blinds on the window and leaned over to kiss and suck at my breasts, making the nipples so hard and erect. As his fingers hooked the crotch of my panties, I heard the door open and Paul was beaming. He found a chair and sat down to watch his girlfriend get fingered by the hot golf instructor. I could notice from my angle as well that Paul was getting hard himself.

Chris slid my panties to the side and began to lick, suck and finger me to practically the point of orgasm. Chris still had his pants on and it was quite visible they needed to come off right away. I helped him slide them off and made my way down his chest to lick and suck him. The sounds he made with his deep voice made me go faster and deeper, he sounded so sexy with his sounds of pleasure.

It was then that I felt Paul behind me kissing my back and fingering me from behind.

“Babe, you are so wet. I think you need a cock inside you. I think it should be Chris. Chris take a seat.”

Chris dutifully sat down and I sat down on him, barely needing to guide his cock inside because I was indeed very wet and so ready. Chris was just a little bit thicker than Paul and felt so good. I put my hands on his shoulders for support and he held me close with his hands on my ass. With me sitting on him, he was able to control the movement better which I enjoyed, slow and deep at first and soon quickening. I looked to my right and there was Paul’s cock. I put that in my mouth to stifle my screams of ecstasy as Chris pounded me to orgasm. Paul was ready to fuck me now.

He had me kneel on the chair backwards, my arms on the back of the chair so my ass was right there for the taking. He entered me from behind and gasped.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good. I’m not going to cum yet. I want to feel what it’s like when Chris cums in you then I’ll cum.”

It wasn’t long before I did with Chris there with his cock glistening with my first cum, I decided to lick it and stroke Chris just like I had done with Paul. This time, it was Chris’ cock that helped quieten my yells of orgasm.

The gentlemen then gave me a break on my knees and Chris was able to spread down a thick comforter for me to lie on. Something told me this shed had seen some fun, but maybe not to this extent, for sure.

I laid down and Chris rained kisses all over my body. I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying the break between the men. That break didn’t last too long, thankfully because I was hungry for more. Chris could tell, I think from the imploring look on my face. He then drove his cock in so deep that I could feel the pulsing. He pulled out just briefly and went back in not too deep at first but deepening every other thrust or so until he was buried inside me. Paul cradled my head in his lap so he could see my face as Chris sent me to a place of complete orgasm and I could feel Chris cum inside me then too. When he released himself from me with a look of complete satisfaction, Paul made his move.

So there I was filled with Chris’ cum and now Paul was entering me and I can’t explain the sensation. Sensitive and yet wanting more. More cum. More Paul. He began the same way as Eric slowly deepening his cock and as the building sensation reached its peak on me, he started to cum before me. He leaned down and kept going, his head burrowed into my neck and whispered, “This is fantastic.” The gravel in his voice is what sent me over the edge and I was cumming on his cock still inside me.

We were all pleasantly spent at that point. We all got dressed and I gave Chris a kiss good bye and thanked him for the lesson and more. Paul and I walked away hand in hand to the car which we don’t actually normally do.

As we were buckling up in the car Paul turned to me and said “That was fucking hot. I think we might even enjoy more. That is if you want to. I love you, babe and would do just about anything with you now.”