Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Ball in the Rough	By : MadameManga Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
This story is entirely fictional and a product of the author's imagination.

Ball in the Rough

Pt. 3
I got Mark’s belt unbuckled and his shorts pushed down to his knees while he sucked on my nipples and massaged my breasts with skillful fingers. It felt wonderful, since he knew when to switch off from mouth to hand and back again, and his mustache tickled in a way that sent little jolts between my legs. For a few moments I left his clothes alone and thrust my fingers into his long, soft hair. It was tightly braided, but I loosened it up a little and worked my hands around in it. Mark reached down and grabbed the hem of my tweed skirt.
"You sure have a nice layout to your course, ma’am. May I?" he said with a humorous inflection, still kissing my breasts.
"Oh, you certainly may," I said, grabbing the waistband of his underwear. He hoisted my skirt, I pulled his skivvies down, and we got our hands on each other’s private parts just about simultaneously. Mark’s silky cock swelled in my grip so quickly that I let out a quivering breath of anticipation. I seized his ass in the other hand and discovered that it felt just as good as it looked. I had been admiring it all up and down the fairways, though it hadn’t always been easy to walk behind him while he was trying to walk behind me. It was cushy. Smooth, but with a light, velvety sprinkling of hair. It flexed under my hand as he rolled his hips forward to let me get a better purchase on his cock. "Oh, my God, I love your ass. But this is awfully easy to appreciate, too." I began to stroke his cock back and forth as it hardened fully. "You are a very well-proportioned man."
"Thanks," he said, kissing me on the mouth again. His hand had been cupping my crotch over my panties, and he rotated his palm a few times, his fingertips sliding under the elastic and going deeper with each tantalizing circle. "You are a very touchable lady. I was admiring your pretty shape and wondering what was under that cute skirt." Mark took hold of my panties and pulled them down and off.
"Found it yet?" I breathed, holding myself up with my grip on his ass.
His hand stroked my pubic hair. "Hmm…there must be a little round thing in the grass somewhere here…" Mark licked my neck and thrust his middle finger into my cleft. "There are some flower petals hiding it, I think. Smells real nice, anyway."
"Woohaahoo…" I moaned.
Mark pretended to search for my clit and teased it with tantalizing slowness. "Mmm…the grass is getting mighty damp. I think the dew’s falling." His hand pumped up and down as I shuddered.
"Feel like playing through?" I gasped.
"I think I’ve got the right club for this hole," he replied, sliding his middle finger into me and applying his thumb to my clit.
"Sure feels like it to me," I said, yanking on his jutting cock. "It’s time to take your stroke." Mark bent his knees, put both hands under my ass, lifted me to rest my back against the tree, and jammed his hips between my spread thighs. His shirt worked up his stomach and revealed more tattoos.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he said, getting me securely settled. I held on to his shoulders and arched my back as he rolled his pelvis back to get a little distance. The smooth warm head of his cock nudged my moist entrance. Mark looked me in the eyes with a sexy smile. "Fore." He thrust.
"Ohhh!" I couldn’t help shrieking at the sensation as his cock parted my entrance and pushed deep inside. He was delightfully hard and thick, stretching me out more than any man I’d ever had, and his strength was a major turn-on. I watched his tattoed biceps swell with moderate effort while he held me up, his exposed abs flexing with his thrusts. "Damn, Mark, you are fantastic…"
"I was about to say the same thing to you," he said, his face beginning to sweat. "You’re really something, Annie. Adventurous as well as beautiful." I kissed him and squeezed my internal muscles down on his cock. "Ohh, man…" Mark went to work in earnest, fucking me hard against the tree. It creaked slightly with his force, my back bumping the smooth bark. I didn’t mind that, but his firm grip on my bruised butt was starting to become uncomfortable, and I let out a slight grunt. "You OK?" He moderated his strokes and looked me in the face.
"In general, yes. I only banged my heinie a little coming down the slope."
"Oh, sorry."
"Not your fault…ohh." I felt an orgasm coming, despite the small discomforts of the position, and began to hump wildly up and down on Mark’s cock. "Ohh…don’t stop now…oh, God, yes…" I arched my head backwards and climaxed, my whole body spasming. His cock slipped out of me with the violence of my movements. Mark lowered me down to stand again and held me until I stopped shaking.
"You want to keep going?"
"Do I?" I said, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "I want to go for a Par-3 at least."
"I’m up for it," he said, which he still was. But he turned me around, made me grab the tree and bent me over. "Let’s soothe that sore backside first, OK?" Mark knelt down behind me, flipped up my skirt and kissed the bruised spot, about two inches from my wet and swollen vulva, which was still pulsing from my orgasm. I felt his warm tongue run over my ass and gripped the tree to keep from falling down.
"Ohh, that feels good…" I shrugged off my loose blouse and let it drop to the ground. My bra cups were both pushed down, exposing my breasts and squeezing them up and forward. Mark kept licking my ass, interspersing his tongue strokes with kisses and working his way towards the junction of my legs. I rotated my hips and gave voice to little mews of pleasure. When Mark’s mouth moved over my eagerly awaiting pussy, I let out a small scream. "Oh, yes!"
His tongue was magic; long and agile, flicking my clit from behind and lapping along the length of my cleft with relish. I couldn’t form words, moaning inarticulately while Mark licked my pussy and bumped his nose into my entrance. I ground my crotch into his face and rose on tiptoes to get just the right angle. My hips began to shake uncontrollably. He was deliberately tormenting me, attacking my clit directly and then retreating to wander among my folds before launching another surprise assault. I could hardly see or hear any more, rolling my head around and sobbing out loud, trying to force him to bring me off. Finally Mark took pity on me and thrust a finger inside me, pushing it in up to the last knuckle and sucking on my clit until I came with a long, warbling scream. He didn’t let me collapse, but stood up, threw his arms around my waist and rubbed his cock against my ass for a moment until he was fully hard again. I felt him work his glans into the right spot and nudge himself gradually forward.
"Yes, do it!" I cried. Mark flexed his hips and plunged deep. "Oh, God, fuck me!" He grunted in response and rammed himself fast and hard, pulling me into his thrusts. Our bodies slapped together, my breasts and buttocks bouncing. His shaft shoving my swollen tissues open and stretching my entrance felt so good that I was sure I was going to come again eventually. In the mean time, I rocked my hips and just enjoyed his fucking, listening to his panting breaths and the wet, slippery sounds of our sex. Yeah, I definitely had acquired a taste for golf, or at least for golfers with clubs like this in their bags…
Someone let out a sigh of pleasure. It wasn’t me, and it didn’t seem to come from Mark’s direction. My head snapped up and and I scanned the slope above us. A man was there, looking down at us. "Oh!" I yelped in startlement—it was John, his black goatee framing a big smile.
"I was wondering when you were going to notice you had company," said John. "I heard something and came over to investigate, ‘cause I kinda figured that’s what you were up to." He leaned lazily against a tree, his pants open and his cock in his hand. "Nice view from up here. Don’t mind me."
"Ahh!" I shrieked, and tried to grab for my blouse to cover myself. "Go away!"
"You sneaky SOB," said Mark, still thrusting. He wouldn’t stop nor let go of my hips, though I wriggled and pulled in an attempt to escape.
"Ah, c’mon, spread a little of the joy around," said John, jerking off in a leisurely fashion. His sharp, handsome features and long black hair looked rather piratical, especially in combination with the lustful expression on his face. "You got her, you lucky dog—don’t I even get to enjoy the sight?"
"I don’t like spectators!" I shouted. "You can’t just stand there and watch us have sex! It’s not right!"
"You heard the lady," said Mark. "No lurkers allowed."
"Aw, nuts," said John, and began to zip up with a resigned air.
"So you’ll just have to get your big ass down here and participate!" I couldn’t see his face, but Mark sounded like he had an evil grin spread from ear to ear.
"What?" John and I said simultaneously.
"If Annie’s agreeable, naturally. You were giving both of us the eye, sweetheart. How about it?"
My head whirled a little, but I had to admit the idea was oddly appealing. What was better than one big hunk of good-looking wrestler? Simple mathematics told me the answer to that one—TWO big hunks of good-looking wrestler! "Well, don’t make him tell you twice!" I said. John scrambled down the slope with alacrity.
"What’cha got in mind, sweet thing?" he said, landing in front of me with his pants half undone.
I let go of the tree and grabbed him around the waist, stripping his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang free into my face.
"OK, I think I could go for that," said John, his eyes bugging out slightly. I opened wide and pulled him towards me, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. A salty taste of pre-cum seeped over my tongue, and I swirled it around to wet his glans and shaft. My sun visor got in the way as it bumped against John’s stomach, so I took it off and dropped it on the grass. Mark had stopped his strokes for a moment to watch. I heard him let out a deep, rumbling growl at the sight of John’s cock sinking into my mouth; his hands tightened on my hips and he pulled back and slammed into me again, sending his cock deep into my pussy.
"Now this would really burn Larry’s ass," I thought with satisfaction as I worked John’s cock down my throat and took Mark’s thrusts in my vagina. Larry didn’t like to hear about my wilder fantasies—he had never liked to hear my fantasies at all, except for the one I’d described while under the influence of six shots of tequila and too many ESPN highlights a few months before, involving him being sensually abused by defensive linemen armed with whipped cream canisters and Red Hots.
He’d actually managed to keep it up for longer than three minutes that time. But all reflections on my lame-duck boyfriend quickly disintegrated under a double-ended pounding from two of the biggest, cutest men I’d ever laid eyes on.
Mark, screwing me firmly, bent over my back and worked his hand between my legs, stimulating my clit with two fingers. John stroked my hair and moved his hips rhythmically back and forth, moaning in pleasure, but taking care not to choke me. He put one hand at the base of his cock and helped me hold the skin tightly back. As he grew harder, I plunged my mouth rapidly up and down on his shaft, popping my lips over the rim of the head. John’s legs got a little shaky and he stumbled back against the tree for support. With mouth and pussy full, Mark’s fingers stroking my cleft, and the knowledge that I was screwing two men at once, it didn’t take me long to come.
"Nn…nnnggh…" I warned John, and he pulled out of my mouth just as my teeth clamped down hard, my hips bucking with my orgasm. I reared up against Mark’s chest and felt the pulses ripple through my body. "Wheeww," I said. Mark put his arms around me and kissed my ear. John leaned against the tree in front of me, his hard, glistening cock in his hand and a lascivious look in his eye.
"You getting a little worn out there, Annie?" he asked. "Or do you mind if I, uh, kind of cut in?"
"I can keep it up as long as you can," I said with a wink. "Mark, it’s your turn for a blow job."
"Wow," said Mark under his breath. I turned around and backed into John, who slid his arms around my waist. Instead of immediately getting into position to fuck me, he turned my face and kissed me on the mouth. I thought I caught a little flash of resentment from Mark, though he had suggested John join us, but I closed my eyes and opened my lips to let John’s tongue probe my mouth.
Mark came closer and put his hands on my breasts, leaning in and running his tongue over my collarbone. John unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground, leaving me naked except for my pushed-down bra and saddle shoes. The two big men surrounded me, the presence of so much prime male flesh sending shivers of heat through my body. Two hard cocks pressed into my bottom and stomach. I began to rub my ass against John and reached down to circle Mark’s cock with both hands. Mark took over the kissing, and John used one hand on my breasts and the other on my vulva.
After a few minutes of this, the men alternately kissing and stroking me, my head spinning, John removed his shirt, took my hips and crouched down on the ground behind me. He guided me to stand over him, my legs spread, and made me sit on his upraised face. Mark supported my shoulders as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. John began to tongue me rapidly, making my ass jiggle up and down. He wrapped his arms over my thighs and locked me in position, humming against my sensitive folds. Not as coy as Mark, he kept up the assault at a steady pace until I climaxed hard and suddenly slid off his face and landed in his lap, guided by his hands.
Right onto his cock, which impaled me to the hilt. I cried out in surprised pleasure. John sat back, crossed his legs and humped me on his lap, facing away from him, while Mark stood in front of me and got his blow job. With John’s hands on my breasts and his cock plunged deep into my vagina, moving slowly and powerfully in short strokes, it was a little hard to concentrate on anything else, but I did my best. Mark’s cock tasted of me, naturally, and was rather too large for easy sucking, so I licked it all over to savor my own juices and used my hands on the base while I swirled my tongue around the head. I stole a few feels of his ass while I was at it.
Mark eventually took my hands and put both of them around his hips, then laced his fingers in my hair and began to thrust.
I dug in my fingernails and drew them across the luxurious contours of his ass, feeling the soft hair and smooth skin that made a satin coat over his heavy muscles. Mark began to pant, his cock deeply invading my throat and withdrawing reluctantly. I breathed through my nose and relaxed my throat as much as I could, then parted his ass cheeks with my fingers and searched downwards for his anus. When I touched it, he shivered all over. Spitting on the fingers of one hand, I kept his cheeks spread with the other and worked a wet fingertip into his ass. Mark let out a groan of sheer sensuality while John accelerated his rhythm in my pussy; I forced my throat open as Mark’s cock swelled to unprecedented proportions and he came. Down my throat he spurted, the spasms shaking his balls and contracting his ass around my finger.
Mark stood quivering for a moment as he finished, then dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed me. Some of his cum dribbled from my mouth into his. I rocked up and down on John’s cock, feeling his orgasm beginning to build. Mark grabbed my breasts, John put a hand over my wide-split mound and rotated his palm over my clit, and John and I came together, his orgasm touched off by my contractions. He leaned back against the tree, I fell against his sweaty chest, and Mark pillowed his head on my breasts. We all breathed hard for a little while.
John straightened out his legs with a grunt, his knees popping, and I rolled off his lap and lay on my side in the grass. Mark crawled over and scooped me up for a hug.
"I think I lost track of my score on that hole," I said, laughing. "The rough has to be the best part of a golf course, by far."
"Oh, yeah," said John in a dazed tone, scratching some of his disarranged hair back from his forehead. "We were playing golf, weren’t we?"
"I think we were, yeah," said Mark, chuckling. He was sitting on my blouse, and pulled it out and brushed it off before handing it to me. It looked decidedly the worse for wear. "In some other lifetime."
"Damn-nation," said John. "We sure did get the best draw of the day."
"I got a better draw than you did," I said, stretching luxuriously in Mark’s arms. "Twice as good, in point of fact."
"So what the hell are we going to do to follow THAT up?" mused Mark, nibbling my ear.
"Follow it up? Like when? I thought you guys traveled all the time."
"Oh, we’re in the city all weekend and the next two days," said Mark with a smile. "House show and TV tapings."
"Yeah, we sure are." John lost his dazed look and perked up. "I think I got my date for those nights."
"No, I got MY date for those nights," said Mark in a challenging manner.
"How do you know I’m not busy those nights?" I put in, just to see their heads snap around. "Gotcha! I was going to let Larry permanently off the hook tonight anyway. One condition—no real fighting—and I’ll consider allowing you both to date me while I’m on the rebound. Hee, hee." I reached for my blouse and put it on, then shook the leaves out of my skirt and underwear. The men began to dress as well.
"What, we have to switch off?" said John. "Hey, ‘Taker, I’ll arm-wrestle you for tomorrow night."
"You’ll lose," said Mark, pulling up his grass-stained shorts and buckling his belt.
"No," I said. "When I say you can both date me, I mean you can both date me. Got it?" Two pairs of masculine eyebrows went up. "As a matter of fact, I’ve already got some ideas for tomorrow night."
"Oh, yeah?" said John eagerly. "Fill me in."
"Well…you two could get to work on each other," I said mischievously. "I’ve always gone for big guys and interesting combinations—what better combination than two big guys?"
Mark and John exchanged glances, obviously taken aback.
"Look, I know wrestling can sound a little, um, homoerotic…" began Mark.
"But we’re from Texas," finished John.
"Yeah, Texas," said Mark. They exchanged glances again.
"Don’t panic; I was just yanking your chains. I bet Larry’s looking for us by now." I giggled, finished dressing and began to clamber up the slope. Both men put their hands on my butt to give me a boost up.
"You think she was joking?" I heard John say to Mark as I scrambled up to the top, retrieving my dropped club on the way.
"How the hell would I know?"
"I think she was sort of serious. In a kind of, y’know, joking way, but serious."
"What, you getting adventurous in your old age?"
"Old age? Fuck you, ‘Taker."
"Was that a Freudian statement?" Mark laughed. John spluttered.
As I emerged from the trees with the two of them trailing me, I almost stepped on a ball, neatly elevated on a mound of dirt thrown up by a gopher. It was mine. "Oh, will you look at that," I said. "I didn’t need to fall down that slope after all."
"Oh, yes, you did," said Mark, kissing my neck from behind. I set up for the shot and chipped it out onto the fairway, then waited while Mark and John walked back to the tee to make their shots. Larry was standing near the green when we got there, waving through another foursome.
"Hey, I made birdie on this one," said Larry carelessly, twirling his putter. I glanced over his shoulder and saw multiple scrapes in a sand trap, imperfectly raked over. Obviously the little twerp had seized the opportunity to doctor his score in our absence, and was secretly chortling over his triumph. "Where the hell were you, anyway? You missed my best hole yet."
"Um…we were looking for a ball in the rough," I said, blushing slightly pink. Mark chuckled. John looked at the sky and whistled tunelessly.
"Took you long enough!" said Larry with snide superciliousness. "Did you find it? Was it a good lie?"
"Oh, yeah," I said with conviction. "Looks like that ol’ rough can catch a lot of balls. I found a couple once I got a little off the beaten track. Very good balls. Excellent balls, in my considered opinion."
Mark and John looked at each other. "Oh, you said it," they said in unison.
END
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Ball in the Rough