Brian takes Andrea away for some hidden fun

With a “Come with me, I have a surprise for you”, Brian led Andrea to the golf courses’ sparsely-populated outskirts and to a putting range featuring a giant clown head, it’s mouth opening and shutting as an obstacle to contestants while its eyes moved side to side mockingly.

Around the rear of the clown head was a small hatch which Brian jimmied open with a credit card and lead Andrea through, the fibre glass interior barren apart from a mechanism to open and close the mouth, and a chute leading from the mouth into an exit hole, beyond which a ball hole awaited.

Andrea instantly recognised where they were; it was a place a crazy golf employee took Andrew to bone last he was here.

Andrew had ditched Brian for her, but his friend must have seen where they snook off to.

Andrea felt a twinge of guilt for abandoning ‘her’ boyfriend back then, paying some recompense by being more responsive to Brian’s amorous advances, kissing and stroking him back as he descended upon ‘her’.

Brian’s main interests were Andrea’s tits, groping and stroking them from outside ‘her’ top, then bra, before slipping a hand under.

Soon enough he removed ‘her’ top layer completely to have full access to ‘her’ bosom, mauling the fleshy mounds and straining nipples with hands, fingers, tongue and teeth.

Andrea meanwhile moaned like a whore; with ‘her’ breasts’ increased sensitivity, previous heights of pleasure had surmounted tenfold, and ‘she’ could not stop ‘herself’ from becoming lost to the ecstasy.

But before ‘she’ came in ‘her’ pants, ‘she’ distracted ‘her’ partner by rubbing his growing rod over his jeans.

Brian knew what that meant and smugly said, “I know what you want”, as he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and boxers and let loose the monster.

Andrea wanted this exchange to be over and done with, so put to test the new blowjob skills ‘she’ had acquired from ‘her’ mother, using the full capabilities of ‘her’ hands and mouth alongside moans of pleasure, sexy talk and maintaining eye contact to let loose Brian’s torrent of cum in just under ten minutes, a new record for Brian’s shortest time to cum.

As Andrea gave head, ‘she’ felt a dull throbbing in both ‘her’ nipples and ‘her’ prostate which only grew as the carnal act continued.

But even after cumming, Brian still wanted more, slipping behind Andrea to grope ‘her’ ass and titties till they were disturbed by the bang of a golf ball against the clown’s closed mouth, for which the clown cartoonishly laughed.

“Bae, I think we better stop”, Andrea advised, concerned about being discovered.

“They’ll never get the ball in; this shot’s impossible”, Brian scoffed and continued his molestation, and true to his word, the sound of the ball bouncing off fibreglass again rang through the hollow clown head, followed by more clownish laughter, and the lovers heard a man’s voice angrily declare “I hate that clown!”.

Brian’s hand drifted under the back of Andrea’s thong, ready to play with her plugged patooty, till the ball actually came flying into the structure and down the chute.

Before the ball could exit however, Brian picked it up and threw it back out of the clown’s gaping maw, activating the laugh.

Brian was expecting the golfer would move on in defeat and certainly was not anticipating him to scream “YOU’RE GONNA DIE, CLOWN!”, and start attacking the structure with his golf club.

Andrea’s surprised yelp was disguised by the crashing sounds of the clown’s light-up nose smashing.

After the man had exacted his **** he left with his companion in a huff, and Brian finally agreed that there was a point in ceasing his attempts at lovemaking.

He and his love finished the course to a fantastic win for Andrea before driving ‘her’ back home, making sure to get ‘her’ email (that Andrea would have to create when ‘she’ got in) and getting a long, wet, sloppy kiss before he left.

But Andrea felt something was… off.