Megan, forty-five, president of the city club, was only planning to play a couple of matches at this year’s visit to the country club. As she donned her short tennis frock, as always quite low-necked, she smirked and felt a slight juicy gush as she recalled the night before’s threesome with her gorgeous virile opposite number Geoff, and his horny wife Tess. “A nice loosener for the weekend ahead,” she thought to herself.
Megan arrived at the courts at about 9.30, ready for a couple of mixed doubles games later that morning. She would be partnered as usual by Hamish, a hunky, tall Scottish detective-sergeant, a few years her junior.
The clubrooms were very well-appointed. In one of the very comfortable lounge-rooms Megan encountered her naughty niece Gail, chatting over coffee with some city buddies and some of the country girls. Gail was in her early twenties, and was an occasional casual player at Megan’s club.
Not surprisingly when Gail was involved, as she approached Megan could hear plenty of “cocks” and “fucks” and ”cunts” emanating from the giggling, gossiping group of young women. In town when Megan felt like some sizeable cock from among the young guys around the club, she always found her niece to be a valuable agent.
Spotting Megan, Gail screeched, “Hi, Auntie. How was President Geoff’s cock for you when you visited last night?” A ripple of suppressed giggles resonated around the group.
“How would I possibly know that, you nosy little slut?” replied Megan, feigning an offended tone.
“Come off it, Ms. Megan,” replied tall, slim Janice, a quirky, sexy-looking woman in her mid-twenties. “I work at Geoff’s farm. You were there for ages last night, and you looked exceedingly bedraggled when you emerged to return to your hotel.”
“Knowing something of your penchant for the silver fox, Janice, I expect you may be quite in the know re Mr. President’s, er, package,” replied Megan.
Highly-sexed Janice was renowned around both clubs for her habit, on trips to town, of taking two or three guys at once back to her apartment after tennis. Last time all three had been over fifty, and all were over eight inches.
Janice broke away from the group, and walked Megan to the courts.
“Yes, you are right, Megan. I really do enjoy an older cock, especially if it’s employed with subtle, experienced technique. I have had several incredibly horny threesomes with Geoff and his wife. Tess licks cunt so beautifully, doesn’t she?”
“Mmm,” purred Megan in reply, feeling a substantial ooze into her panties as she thought about last night’s romp. “Be sure to enjoy some sizeable city cock this weekend, Janice,” she added.
“Cocks, you mean,” smirked Janice in reply, as she sauntered back for more sex talk with her horny buddies.
When playing tennis, Megan like to clown around, and play to an audience.
During her mixed doubles matches, she lingered unnecessarily when bending forward to pick up a ball in front of several young rural guys watching her game, relishing their wolf-whistles as they ogled her wonderful deep cleavage.
Spotting a large bulge in one of the country lad’s shorts, Megan brought the house down mid-game when she eye-balled his bulge, licked her lips, pointed, and rubbed her crotch provocatively.
On winning her first match, at the net she politely shook hands with her opponents, and then crudely pretended to dry-hump her partner Hamish when he gave her the customary celebratory peck on the cheek, bringing more hoots from the country lads, already well into the beer, though it was only late morning.
“Suck his huge city cock,” shouted one of the farm lads.
“Fuck off and go and wank your own tiny specimen,” retorted Megan with a good-natured grin, causing further great hilarity amongst the heckler’s boozy buddies.
Although not uber-competitive, Megan was pleased that she and Hamish won both their matches. She felt like a mini-celebration.
She entered the women’s change-rooms, and immediately noted a noisy rabble of naked and semi-naked women clustered in a corner… lovely bare tits abounded.
The reason that the raunchy women were congregating was soon apparent. Buxom Wendy, in real life an apparently nerdy librarian who played at Megan’s city club, was lying naked on a bench, legs apart and elevated, nipples turgid from recent stimulation.
Janice, her lovely, rather skinny elongated tits dangling, her nipples also lewdly erect, strap-on in place, huge black dildo attached, was thrusting vigorously into Wendy’s highly aroused, sodden cunt, urged on by the gaggle of exuberant spectators.
Janice spotted Megan.
“Oh, hi, boss,” shouted Janice. “Young Wendy indicated a need to warm-up for a weekend of rural cock. I thought it only hospitable to help out. I gather she had heaps of BBC when she worked for a year in Nottingham; that’s why I chose this dildo.”
Megan, grinned, shook her head, and wandered away. This filthy change-room scenario enhanced her celebratory urges. She shed her shoes, tennis-frock, and bra, grabbed a towel, and sashayed across the corridor to the men’s change-room, stunning tits dangling jauntily.
Hamish was in the end shower, enthusiastically soaping his huge shaft and balls.
“Hi darling. Need some help there?” shouted Megan, stepping out of her panties.
Two young country players, Brett and Wal, were nearby, having disrobed for their showers. Their dangling dicks tightened a little at the erotic vision of the naked, mature city president. They were aroused by her beautiful tits, and particularly fascinated by her profuse jet black bush, glistening with her juices. The rural lasses they had fingered and fucked were invariably shaven.
Megan tossed her towel to Brett, and her juice-soaked panties to Wal. Their dicks were stiffening by the second. Megan glanced downward, smirked, and murmured appreciatively “Nice cocks, guys,” as she stepped into Hamish’s shower bay.
The lads looked on with wide-eyed awe and envy as the horny president stiffened Hamish’s massive cock, bending forward to take his knob in her mouth, lightly licking his frenulum, while she stroked his balls.
Then Megan smeared Hamish’s copious pre-cum along his now-rigid shaft, and started firmly tugging, while Hamish ravished her taut, engorged nipples, squeezing and pulling with crafty variation of pace and force.
Brett watched and absorbed Hamish’s nipple technique very intensely. He realised he could use what he learned to give his new girlfriend’s beautiful tits a much more mature workover than she was accustomed to next time they fucked.
Megan pulled Hamish very firmly, locking eyes as she murmured to him that what they were doing was making her cunt so wonderfully wet. She increased both pressure and speed, and Hamish suddenly bellowed ecstatically as he emitted a series of massive spurts onto the tiles of the shower-bay.
Then it was time for Hamish to return the favour. Without ceremony, he slipped two fingers into the president’s oozing cunt, and with no build-up, thrust harshly to and fro, with powerful piston-like technique.
When Megan began to moan gutturally, Hamish inserted a third digit, and rammed even more vigorously.
A few strokes like this, and Megan shrieked vociferously as she uncontrollably orgasmed with a series of gushes, and pelvic contractions.
Megan pecked Hamish on the lips, and said, “Thanks, darling. A fuck back in town next Saturday after tennis?”.
“Of course,” grinned Hamish as he gently soaped his subsiding shaft.
Hamish wasn’t the only one to experience an aroused, uncontrolled ejaculation in the change-rooms that morning. Wal had been furiously tugging away as he watched the shower action. He gave a rather embarrassed grunt as he shot his substantial load, just as Megan emerged.
Megan smirked, gave Brett’s still rigid cock a friendly rub, and said to him, “Tell your little buddy not to worry. I’ll be organising a couple of lovely wet, young city pussies for your enjoyment at the party tonight. See you then.”
Megan wandered back to the women’s change-rooms and was delighted at the horny banter bouncing around between women of various ages from the city and country clubs, in various states of undress, often admiring each other’s tits as they chatted.
A predominant theme was one which Megan certainly endorsed and promulgated: that yes, of course a girl needed to try a different cock now and again, and that a weekend like this was a great chance to do so.
When Megan reached her locker, she was delighted to encounter a good friend from the city club towelling off after her shower. It was Cassie, a feisty blonde around Megan’s age. Cassie was on the committee at the club, and owned a restaurant across the street from one of Megan’s boutiques.
As Cassie meticulously dried her genitals and curly, thick, light-brown bush, Megan commented, “Fuck, Cassie. Last time I saw you spend that long drying your promiscuous cunt, it wasn’t shower water you were mopping; it was a couple of loads from those young celebrating footballers we picked up at the university pub.”
“Three loads, actually,” replied Cassie, slightly haughtily, not wanting to have her sexual performance understated.
A few times a year, Cassie loved to join Megan and a couple of her slutty non-tennis friends for some cougaring around various city pubs.
“I was so sore after that series of poundings,” added Cassie. “When I got home that night I couldn’t manage a marital fuck. Neil just had to settle for a handjob.”
Megan just smirked. She didn’t burden Cassie with the knowledge that she had given her very well-endowed husband Neil three or four handjobs, and a couple of blowjobs at various dinner parties and house parties over the years. They had managed not to fuck. Yet.
Cassie jerked her head in the direction of the men’s change-rooms. “A little bird mentioned that you may have been warming up for tonight’s party, just now?” she murmured.
“Well yes,” replied Megan. “The warm-up was of a hard, Scottish nature. Big Hamish had me, er, toss his caber.”
Megan slipped under the shower, alone this time...
