Donna hesitated but turned and came over to me. She waited silently as I pushed papers and pens to the corners of the desk, giving her an open spot to sit. She slid onto my desk, and I momentarily felt lost about how to continue. This didn’t happen to me everyday, and it had been a long time since I removed the clothing of an unfamiliar woman.
I placed my hands on her thighs, and could feel the heat of her body beneath the thin fabric that covered them. I could hear her breathe in the silence of the room as I slid my hands up to her waist and began unbuttoning her pants. I slid the zipper down, exposing her pink panties.
“I would never have taken you for a woman who wears pink.” I told her with a smile. “But it’s very cute.”
Donna giggled like a schoolgirl and kicked her shoes off as I finished removing her pants. I dropped to my knees on the floor and began rubbing my face against her thighs, her soft skin flush and warm against my face. I could smell her musky pussy as I moved upward and I savored the warm scent.
I parted Donna’s legs without any resistance, and my cock stiffened in my pants as I gazed upon her plump, panty-covered mound. She had obviously found our earlier conversation exciting, because her juices had soaked the crotch of her panties, staining them a darker pink. Her pussy milk saturated the thin cotton and leaked through in small droplets of dew that I could not wait to taste. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them upward, drawing them tighter against her hot flesh, and making her swollen pussy lips bulge obscenely against the cloth. She gasped as the pressure of the panties against her ripe pussy forced her juices through the fabric like a sieve.
Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth against the stressed cloth and lapped at the salty girl-syrup, causing Donna to squirm and sigh. I licked a few more times before pulling her panties off, and the need to stroke my cock became unbearable as my eyes feasted on her delicious slit. Her pussy was cleanly shaven with a thin metal bar that vertically pierced her clit, which sat buried between her swollen outer lips.
“Oh shit.” I gasped as I saw a thin stream of pussy milk oozing from between her sticky lips. I couldn’t wait any longer, and leaned forward, licking her outer lips and causing Donna to shiver. Her juices were sticky and slightly salty, clinging to my tongue like honey. I lapped at her swollen lips until her legs shook, and her pussy juice streamed from her slit, pooling in the dimple of her asshole.
I pressed my mouth to the flower of her ass and noisily slurped out her gathered juices. She had not mentioned it, but I seized the opportunity to wiggle my tongue against her tight anal ring. She gasped, but didn’t try to stop me as I pressed into the center of her tight circle, savoring the musky taste of her tight rectal flower. I sucked her tight pucker for a few minutes and then moved back to her pussy.
I felt hot and feverish as I peeled her swollen lips apart. Her plump inner petals were swimming in her juices, and her clitoris stood out red and stiff from its hood. I licked her inner lips, amazed at how much creamy milk her pussy was producing. I savored her silky pussy juice, gathering the cream and letting it slowly slide down my throat. Donna bucked on the desk as I began licking deeper, and I soon felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me tighter and further into her dripping slit. I used my lips like a straw, swallowing her juices as fast as possible, while I nudged her swollen clitoris with my nose. She began humping her hips against my face, and I knew that she was close to her orgasm.
I would have never in a million years guessed that this is how my day would turn out. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back as I feasted on her juicy slit, and my cock was aching as if beaten with a switch.
Donna’s hot pussy pulsated around my tongue, and her muscles began that familiar pattern of flexing as she moved closer to her orgasmic climax. I moved my head upward and began licking her clitoris, causing her to buck even harder. She shook as her orgasm approached, and I sucked her stiff bud between my lips, flicking her piercing with my tongue. Her clitoris was firm and swollen like a little balloon waiting to burst, and I increased my sucking, causing her pussy to explode in a juicy orgasm. She shivered and her hands gripped my hair so tightly that I was afraid she would pull some of it out. Spasms rocked her pulsing vagina, and her orgasmic juices poured down my chin in warm splashes.
I stayed in place through her climax, and once her grip eased, slipped down to savor the fresh cream that flowed from her swollen, spent pussy. She breathed heavily as I cleaned her sticky lips, sucking the remaining milk from her swollen slit. I finished by tonguing the bright pink starfish of her ass, slipping my tongue inside for a taste of her musky tunnel.
“That was fucking unbelievable.” Donna said as I sat in my chair, catching my breath. My face was sticky with her juices, and I licked my lips to get what I could.
Donna slid from the desk, and then knelt down on the floor. Much to my delight, she unzipped my pants, and released my cock. Her hand was cool as she wrapped it around my hot shaft, and I could not help but moan in appreciation.
“I never did set the rules, and you definitely earned a reward.” Donna said as she began jerking my cock.
I wasn’t going to last long, and we both knew it. Almost immediately, my hips began rising to meet her, and I was soon pumping my cock into her tight fist with everything I had. I couldn’t even tell her when I was about to blow, but she knew it anyway. Donna slipped her lips over the swollen knob of my cock just as the first shot of semen was rocketing up my shaft. I gripped the arms of my chair as my hips moved on their own, and held back a yell as my cock began firing spurt after spurt of creamy spunk into her hot mouth. I could feel my load filling her cheeks, and I looked down at her as my orgasm faded.
For the first time, I noticed how green her eyes were as she stared up at me. She looked me right in the eyes as she used her hand to draw the last drop of spunk from cock. She didn’t say a word when she released my softening shaft, but held her mouth open so I could see her tongue, swimming in a pearly pool of my semen. She licked her lips, creaming them with my load and then slowly swallowed.
Donna didn’t say a word as she gathered her clothes, but stopped as I deftly slipped the panties from her hand.
“I’ll buy you a new pair if you like, but I hope you’ll let me keep these.”
“What are you going to do with them?” She said with a giggle while pulling on her pants, silently giving me what I wanted. “Won’t your wife be suspicious?”
I looked her in the eyes and pressed the damp crotch to my nose, deeply inhaling the musky scent of her succulent pussy. I sighed as I pulled the fragrant treasure from my face and then placed it in my desk drawer.
“At the least, I’ll keep them to remind me of you.” I explained “But who knows, perhaps my wife will have a sniff.”
“Really?”
“Anything’s possible, but I’ll take one step at a time.” I said as I tucked my cock back into my pants. “Would you consider it?”
Donna thought for a few seconds before she began sliding on her shoes. She looked at me when she finished and then leaned toward me, giving me a deep, long kiss. She licked my lips, tasting her own nectar.
“Let’s see what your wife says.” She said as she walked toward the door. “But I hope your free tomorrow afternoon.”
“Don’t worry, my afternoon is wide open.”
I smiled after she left. I had planned on a vacation for the next day, but decided that I would save it for later. Besides, with any luck, I might need those days for some fun with both my wife and Donna, who I hoped would be joining us for some adventurous fun.
The End !!!
Hm…..suddenly so many viewers . Well will post one last long long story for you all . Enjoy !!!
Reese and David: Golf Lovers
David moved into my condo five weeks ago a week after his college commencement ceremony. He got to walk across the stage that day, but he didn’t receive his ‘sheepskin’, as he had to finish one last required class for his degree. So he had to take a summer school class. When he moved he had no furniture to bring from his old dorm room. His largest items were his free weights set, a stereo and a television. He really didn’t have all that many clothes so it was easy for him to take over the closet in the guest room.
But he never spent a night in that room. He slept every night with me in my queen-sized bed in the master bedroom.
David had offered to pay me rent several times. I would just smile and said he could once he finished his last course and got a real job. Then he teasingly turned that back on me by calling me his ‘Sugar Momma’ and that if he did start paying me he’d be paying for my ‘services’. Instead of being insulted it only made our relationship more exciting. I was jokingly his ’lady of the night’ of the now.
Of course the financial conversation usually took place on a Sunday morning as he pulled a sizable wad of cash out of his pants. “Its not like I don’t get paid a good bit now.” He’d say as he’d hold up the bills, some of them hundred dollar bills and purposely flaunt them in front of me. “I still can’t believe women pay me just to take my clothes off and gyrate in front of them.”
Women not only paid him, but they paid him very well. He was still dancing as personal male entertainment a job had started a few months ago to help pay part of his tuition and other expenses. He had become well sought after for select women-only parties. It was very discreet and he was managed by an agency that was careful to provide no names and kept out of the mainstream social scene. Some days though he made me think he should forget about getting a so called ‘9 to 5’ job once he actually was out of school. He sometimes could work a weekend of 1-2 hour sessions and make more than most people his age would earn in a week.
Yes, I felt jealous on occasion. But the thong he wore under any outfit never came off at those parties. I trusted him. Now I wasn’t a fool. I know that monster of a manhood of his didn’t avoid all stimulation and partially rose to the occasion under than thin strip of cloth, enough to make the women hunger for more, and hand him more cash at the end of the night. But I knew he brought that manhood home to ‘me’ every night. I was the one he made love to. I knew I was the woman the others were to be jealous of.
I still could not believe it sometimes. But every morning when I woke up with a huge smile on my face after a long night of lovemaking and seeing my naked young lover lying next to me, I knew it was real.
David had changed my life.
From that first memorable handjob I gave him at Jenna Copeland’s lingerie party a couple of months ago, where he was the evening entertainment, to bringing him to my bed for our first frantic romp that night, little did we know where it would lead. Soon we were living together. We had the greatest time together, on all levels…and yes, the sex was the hottest I had experienced in my entire life. He had gone from a weekend fantasy to being a relationship of such complete compatibility.
So David and I had been together for sometime now, but I had to admit for the first couple of weeks of being with David I had a drug addict’s withdrawals for the taste and pleasure of another woman. It was not hard to understand, since I had solely been with women for the last three years. I had been with just the one, MacKenzie, for the last eight months before David had come along. In fact, I found the desire for a woman so strong one night in my dreams, a few weeks ago, that I escaped to the guest room to bring myself off sobbing into my clenched hand.
And that was that. The urge had been satisfied.
Now I was so totally focused on the man in my life. David Smalley.
It was nearing David’s birthday, he would be twenty-two, and I wanted to surprise him with a sexy gift. Racking my brain for just the right thing, a naughty seed of an idea finally came to me at midweek. I had learned early in our relationship David was intensely competitive when it came to sports. He had been a wrestler since middle school. I don’t know how many matches he’d won in his time, but he did have a lot of medals and trophies to show for it. That was one whole box of stuff he’d carried over from his dorm. He was an athlete and it was not in his nature to play soft, much like his intensity when he made love to me, he was a mad man, but always very focused. So I thought of a way to combine his sporting enthusiasm and our mutual enthusiasm for pleasing one another. I planned a sexy round of golf.
I myself played golf only intermittently during most of the year. However, since as a teacher I had summers off, I would play at least twice a week. I played in at least one league during the week and a few of the girls usually met on weather-friendly Saturday mornings when we were off traveling on vacations or such. I knew David played as I’d seen the set of clubs amongst his college possessions. David and I had not played a round together as yet surprisingly what with his class during the week and his working Friday and Saturday’s. I decided for his birthday on Monday we’d finally play together. But before this round I needed to get a new golf outfit. I had to, to better play into the other half of my intentions, getting him so hot on the course he’d have to make love to me and with all that extraordinary competitiveness he’d want to strive for a hole-in-one with me.
Shopping for my golf outfit was fun. I had to find just the right combination of sexiness and comfort to tease him and still play a competitive round of golf. After hitting the mall and every store there, I ended up at the local golf outlet and tried on six outfits before I found just the right one. I purchased a short white skirt to set off my long tanned legs and a bright thin cotton yellow blouse just tight enough to highlight my smaller assets but not too tight to restrict my golf swing. The most fun was heading back to the mall to find just the right underwear to go with the outfit. I must have looked through a hundred pairs of panties before my fingers fondled the thinnest and skimpiest pair of white cotton undies I had every seen or felt. They weren’t quite a thong, but still less than a French-cut brief. I made this last purchase and drove home with a wide smile on my moist red lips. But they were not as moist as the lips down between my legs by then.
As Monday approached, my excitement had mounted to the point I could think of little else. I was in a state of almost permanent arousal. I got up that morning and went to pee, leaving my young lover in bed. When I came back I saw him laying there with his eyes watching me.
“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” I asked.
“I did,” he said, “and had a very nice dream, too.”
“Was I in it?”
“Uh-huh. It was actually you and me out playing golf.”
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“It was?” I went to my dresser trying to be nonchalant about this coincidence. I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled at me as he rose up on his elbow and continued to stare at me. “We were playing golf huh? We’ve never played together? Do you want to play with me? Think you can compete with me?” I almost choked with the confidence.
“Sure, and I think I can hold my own. I’ve been playing since I was fourteen.”
“Actually,” I smiled and lay back down on the bed next to him, “I made a tee time for us today. Its part of my birthday present to you.” I stroked his stomach through the sheet.
“I guess we better get going then. We have just over two hours before we tee off.” David said with a contemplative look then he busted out in a childish grin. “Okay, I have to be honest. I saw your clubs sitting in the closet and as I was admiring that cool putter of yours I saw the paper propped on the side of your bag with tee time.”
“Why you!” I grunted initially in real disgust, but then when I saw his manhood stirring under the covers I thought better of it. “I assume your putter is ready for a round today?” My fingers circled down the sheet until they were over his growing member. He quivered under my fingertips as I grabbed him full in my hand. “But, I suppose you are looking for an early hole in one.” I teased.
“You read my mind.” He grabbed me and rolled over on top of my naked body.
Over an hour later we were showered, dressed and on the way to the golf course.
David wanted to hit a small bucket of balls before we went out on the course, so we went off to the driving range. I watched as David did some stretching exercises first. My boyfriend looked perfectly handsome in an open collar golf shirt and khaki shorts. When he bent over to do some back and leg stretches I got the most wonderful view of his scrumptious butt. His khaki shorts weren’t tight, but when he bent over like that you could easily make out the taut muscles in his backside. He looked so yummy. Part of me wanted to stop right there and head back home to bed with him. I closed my eyes and remembered his taking my warm body with his this morning. It was so pleasant and passionate. And yet that was only breakfast, I told myself as I opened my eyes. I still had plans for lunch, dinner and dessert…and I didn’t necessarily mean food.
David had started hitting golf balls by now. He started with his four iron. I could tell he was a pretty good golfer. The first few balls went mostly long and true. He took a few more strokes with that iron and then went back to his bag and took out his driver. His first shot easily carried 250 yards. He got straighter and longer from there.
He could hit a pretty good ball after all.
“You going to hit a few or just stand there ogling me?” David asked as he lined up and took a swing at that poor little white dimpled golf ball. He smacked it hard and it went on out past the 250 marker once again.
“I’m not ogling you, I’m studying your swing.” I lied, as I watched him stand up straight on the tee box and I scanned down his frame. “When I start beating you after a few holes, I want to be able to give you a few pointers to help out.”
“See anything so far?” He grinned, leaning on his driver.
“I’m still studying.” I grinned back as I very obviously eyed his shorts and tried to picture that special club he had under them.
I just bit my lip and set up to work on my half bucket of driving range balls.
By going out on a Monday and at mid-morning we didn’t have a lot of other golfers to deal with. We rode our golf cart right out to the first tee and we fund one in the fairway ahead of us. I didn’t see any one coming up behind us right away either. I was pleased with the situation, thinking ahead to my sexy plan for David on the course today.
I walked up behind my man as he stood behind the cart pulling the head cover off his driver. I gave his butt a pinch through his khaki shorts. “Good luck lover.”
“Don’t think I’ll need it, but I’ll take it anyway.” He responded.
Cocky, he was a confident and cocky athlete. David was also a dream. I’d been dreaming for weeks now and did not want to wake up. He was my life’s dream.
I went up onto the elevated tee box placed my pink ball on a pink wooden tee and stepped back with my metal wood in hand. “You know I’m getting pretty good at this game. I’ve learned to concentrate on the ball even better this season.” With that I stood and addressed my golf ball. But as I did a pesky fly buzzed by my face and I reached up with my gloved hand to swat it away. When I did my club face tapped my pink golf ball just enough to knock it off its tee.
“One stroke!” David called out. I looked up at him and saw he had his hand over his mouth chuckling.
“Okay, I see how this is going to be. Not so confident you can beat an old lady, huh? Have to play by the strictest of rules.”
“Well you did address the ball. Those are USGA rules.” He was still smiling and chuckling. “I’m just kidding.”
“No. No, I know how competitive you can be. I’m not going to beat you and then you come back at me later and say I cheated. You can have that stroke. I’ll show you.”
With that I bent down to put my ball back on the tee. Kneeling there I let my short skirt pull up tight over my thighs. I was hoping he could see most of the way up under my skirt. At worst my tanned thighs would distract him and best he’d get a glimpse of my new underwear and get him excited even more. I just knew this view would have to distract him in some way, but I also knew I was just getting started.
“I do like your golf outfit.” He commented. So he’d noticed. I took my stance, feet shoulder width apart. “Besides being a very smart woman you can often be a very good tease, too. It’s not going to be easy keeping my mind on golf today.” It was working.
“Hmm, I wonder what you are really thinking about,” I commented thoughtfully as I ran my fingertips suggestively down along the handle of my golf club, “as you stare at my bottom.” I addressed the ball again and wiggled my hips as I got back into position. Just before my back swing, I glanced back and saw I had his full attention. “Somehow, I don’t think your mind is going to be so much on golf today.”
With that I looked back down on my teed up ball, wriggled my body back into position and this time brought the club back smoothly. I wound up and let loose with a big swing that sent that little pink dimpled ball into the air, straight down the fairway.
I bent to retrieve my tee and just coincidentally a gusty breeze blew up my skirt. I looked back at my lover and saw him looking at my exposed bottom.
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“You may want to be more careful with that short skirt of yours.” He said talking more to my backside. “Bending over like that gives me and everyone else close by a nice look at that thin pair of underwear of yours.”
I stood up straight and looked David in the eye and smiled. “What underwear?”
“What? I know I saw something besides bare skin under that short skirt of yours.” David stood there with his mouth hanging open now.
“How do you know I’m wearing anything at all? I may have a bit of an exhibitionist in me, just like you my sexy male dancer boyfriend.”
…and so it went with David knowing I was up to something already. Through the first three holes he managed to keep his focus on his game no matter the intensity of my flirting and he played decent bogey golf. However, as we disembarked our cart and strode up together to the raised fourth tee, I knew it was time to kick up the mischief.
“I guess I must be bruising your big ego about now young sports man. Your lady friend is beating you by two strokes already.”
“Just get up and drive that silly looking pink ball. You have the honors for the fourth hole in a row.” He shook his head in disgust at being behind.
“I would hope losing to a woman wouldn’t bruise that ego too much.” I looked at him, smiled, and generously licked my lips as I bent down to tee up my ball. The way I bent over this time I knew provided a distracting view of my skirt raising up and exposing another generous view of tanned thigh. “I just learned this new grip only a couple of months ago in a lesson from the club professional,” I said as I ran my fingertips down the shaft of my driver and back up to adjust my grip. I stopped and looked to the back of the tee box at my lover. “A good grip makes a big difference.” I proceeded to glance down toward his crotch.
Then I raised my gaze. The look on his face told me it was if I was squeezing him down there.
“Come on, stop that! We’re here to play golf.” He returned.
I chuckled. “I am. And I’m enjoying beating you by two strokes.” With that I wiggled into my stance and let loose with another fantastic drive. I was even impressing myself today; flirting as hard as I was playing golf and being pretty successful at both.
After I bent down to retrieve my tee I walked over beside him and leaned on my driver. He was still shaking his head looking down the fairway at my ball. I bumped my hip into his, “Bet you could use a couple of good strokes right now couldn’t you?”
“You are such a tease today!”
“Well, it is your birthday. I wanted to give you something special to remember on your twenty-second. Just relax and keep your mind on your balls, oh, I mean your ball. Oops, your golf ball of course.” I put my fingertip between my teeth and gave him the most fake innocent look ever. “I suppose you should hit the ball now. We are still a good hole or more ahead of that foursome behind us,” I said, breaking him out of his obvious trance, “but if we play around they’ll catch up quick.”
He shook his head some, but assertively walked up the tee box, put his little wooden tee in the ground and balanced his manly white ball atop it. He didn’t look back at me, just addressed his ball and hit the ball with all the strength he had.
It was the longest drive of the day so far.
Only one problem with it…he shanked it into a thick stand of trees on the left.
“Oh my. I guess your mind was totally on that swing.” I held back a chuckle.
“Get in the cart, Ms. Mathews.” He wasn’t pleased all of a sudden. I may have gone a bit too far. I was quiet as we rode down the left side of the fairway.
But David did recover well and we both made it on to the green in three shots. He was on the far side of the sloped green and looked his putt over. He looked and looked studying it like crazy. Finally he stepped up to his ball with his expensive Ping putter. As I walked by him, I said in a very low, sexy voice, “How about a little incentive here? You make this putt and I’ll give you a blow job somewhere before the 18th hole.”
I swear I could see the shudder in his body as he looked up at me. “You’re kidding, right?”
I didn’t say a thing but instead gave a shrug of my shoulders and a nod of my head as I bit my lower lip.
“Really? You are kidding?”
“Only one way to find out”.
“I don’t know if your kidding or not, but I certainly intend to take the dare.” David bent back over his ball and went back to checking the line of his putt. It was a good thirty feet at least, up hill, and with at least one break toward the pond, at least from what I could see.
He stood over his ball, adjusted his stance three times instead of twice which was his normal routine. He held his breath which I also never saw him do before a putt and then stroked the ball. It went up the slope, took the break toward the water as I’d read, rode the grain and headed straight for the cup. I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine as the ball rolled slower, still aimed for the dead center of the hole. In those next few seconds I could feel my white cotton undies grow a slight bit damper as I knew David was on the verge of meeting my dare. The ball rolled slower and slower, three feet to go. The cup had to have loomed bigger and bigger in David’s masculine mind as it edged closer. I wondered if something else was also growing bigger.
Then suddenly with just inches to go his dimpled white ball hit an obvious impediment and ticked slightly left. I watched as the ball slowly rolled to the edge of the hole and made one more full revolution as it rode the lip. I could feel my chest deflate as I had not realized I had been holding my breath. The ball traveled halfway round the cup and hung on just at the last second.
“Oh my, I guess little David doesn’t get a nice tongue bath on the course today. Too bad!” I teased as I walked over to address my own ball.
“Look at that ball just hanging there. A tiny tuft of grass between me and a little afternoon delight.” He practically grunted more than said as he walked over to tap his ball in.
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“Mmmm, now who’s talking sexy?” I shot back.
Just as I finished my wise crack I looked over at his ball again. It was like slow motion as the little white dimples moved just slightly. Then with a slight momentum, his Titleist fell over that tiny precipice and headed for the bottom of the cup.
“I just love the sweet rattle of the ball into that hard plastic cup.” He said as he walked up and bent down to retrieve his ball.
“I don’t believe it.” I stood there with putter in hand, staring at him.
“It’s perfectly legal. Check the rule book. I’m allowed time for it to fall in just like it did.” He walked up to the cup reached in and pulled the ball out between two fingers and tossed it up in the air. As he snatched it back he glared at me. “Okay, pay up.”
“Right here in the middle of the green, huh?” I walked toward him with confidence ready to reach out for him.
He quickly went defensive. “You really are a crazy woman today. No, not here on the green. I can wait.”
I looked down the front of his khakis and saw his body was more eager than his words. “I think your little friend there is telling me something else.”
“Come on let’s get to the next tee. I’ll take an I.O.U.”
“Suit yourself. I’m willing and ready to make good on my promise.” I sashayed past him ensuring my little skirt bobbed left and right in just enough of an exaggerated fashion as to tease his problem just that much more.
We both got in the cart and he pushed down the accelerator a little harder than normal. It almost made me tumble out. Then when he got to the tee box and braked too hard I thought I’d fly through the plexiglass windshield.
“Hey big boy, feeling frustrated? Taking it out on the cart?” I teased.
“No, I’m fine.” He got out and walked away. “I have to pee. You go ahead and hit, I’ll be right back.” He said and walked off toward the little out building amongst the trees.
As I watched his delicious backside walk away from me, I felt deserted, but for the second or maybe tenth time that day another naughty idea popped into my head.
“Yea I think I need to go, too.” I scooted over into the driver’s seat and ran the cart passed him and stopped in front of the little brick building that served as a place for restrooms.
“I’ll race you!” I called out and headed toward the ladies room door.
He responded accordingly and ran on into the men’s side. Only he didn’t know I was turning right around and following him in.
Before he knew what was happening I slapped him on the butt and reached on around to the front of his shorts. He about fell into the sink as he tried to turn around.
“What the he…” He didn’t utter another word as I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me. I parted my lips and the tip of my tongue traced around his lips. They parted too and my tongue quickly found his. He relented too easily and swirled his around mine, drawing it into his mouth, sucking it gently. As we sucked face I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts then pushed them down over his hips. I pushed up closer and rubbed my upper thigh against him. I could feel him harden before me. Fishing blindly into the fly of the boxers I struggled to pull that growing rod out. When I finally was successful, that huge penis took full advantage of being set free and it grew to its full length in seconds in my hand. It throbbed hotly as I closed my fingers around it. I stroked it lightly as I heard and felt him moan into my mouth. I gripped it hard and pulled on it. I found myself smearing his amazingly generous pre-come on my palms and fingers.
“W…what are you going to do?” I heard David’s choking question as I stroked his stiffening erection.
“I told you, darling. I was going to suck your beautiful big manhood before the eighteenth hole,” I breathed hard and let my tongue slip out to moisten my lips. “You don’t want me to do this?”
“No, I mean yes, but…well, I don’t know if we should be doing it here.” He said looking down watching wide-eyed as I hovered above his engorged penis.
“Would you rather go do it on the tee?” I said, but didn’t wait for an answer and knelt down in front of him. Then with my lips right above his penis, I stuck my tongue out again, darting out this time to touch his swollen tip.
“Uhhh!” he grunted. David’s head was back against the bathroom mirror, his eyes closed and his mouth open. I watched the head in front of my face as it throbbed for a second, then settled, and aimed directly at my drooling mouth. I teased the underside of his balls with my fingertips.
I pointed my tongue and with a stiff flick slowly pressed into that growing little pool of clear moisture. I could hear him suck in a deep breath and felt the rest of his body stiffen as I lingered and lapped at the tiny hole. His hips lurched forward and the point of my tongue stabbed wetly into that tiny slit.
Again he whimpered.
I finally brought my whole mouth down and engulfed him in one full motion. I increased my wild mouthing of his rod, letting my tongue ream the crown and swallowed his beautiful mushroomed head, my nails continued to run under his balls. My mouth ground down harder on his throbbing shaft as his fingers splayed on the back of my head twisting my hair. Suddenly, David’s hips jerked forward, and his lust-engorged penis rammed deeper into my mouth. I depressed my tongue and let him fill my cheeks with his pulsing hardness. He held my face between his hands, the panting of his ragged breathing coming shorter. His instinctive thrusting nearly caused his long hard sex to travel too far and nearly made me gag. I could see as well as feel I had more of his length disappear between my lips than I ever had but still he had more to feed me.
I breathed through my nose but still gasped for air as he thrust himself in and out of my mouth four or five more times.
And then … all at once, I felt the eruption take place, feeling the first stream of white-hot liquid leap from his penis. He inhaled hard above me as he began a short staccato jerking as he flowed into my madly sucking mouth. It was so hot feeling him flood my mouth. Thick flows of his boiling semen streamed from the swollen end and the immediate volume caused my nostrils to flare out in an opposite reaction. I closed my eyes and tried to keep from choking as I also tried to enjoy his sex still ramming through my tight lips. With his hands clenched and nearly pulling my hair now he pulled himself free of my mouth but with one hand continued to jerk himself off for another three or four fist strokes, having enough left to cum on my face and neck.
I stood up and using my finger wiped the few drops of cum that lingered on my lips and chin, then put in my mouth and slowly licked it clean. “You taste so incredible. I love you and your cum so much.”
David just stood there, his cock slowly wilting, his mouth still wide open, totally dumbfounded and I hoped totally satisfied.
I stood, whipped down a few paper towels from the dispenser and wiped off most of my lover’s remnants then I tossed the sticky towels at him and walked out to hop back in the golf cart to head back to the tee box.
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I teed up my ball and went through my pre-shot routine before David came out of the bathroom. I was extremely horny by now and could feel my nipples were as hard as they had ever. I could also feel the stain of David’s cum on my skin and smell the wonderful lingering aroma. I finally setup over my ball and hit a solid drive down the fairway. I was relieved to see the little pink thing end up in the short rough and not in the trees.
Over the next couple of holes David was actually able to recover in more ways than one and we finished the front nine with him confidently ahead, I’m sure he thought, by two strokes. We grabbed a couple of sandwiches and tall ‘Half and Half’ drinks. Those are cold drinks that are half lemonade and half iced tea. Arnold Palmer the great hall of fame golfer made the combination famous and his likeness and story is on each tall can.
At least two groups, a threesome and a foursome had passed us on the way to the tenth tee while we had eaten. But we weren’t in any hurry today. Besides, now it left another gap between us and the next group behind us. By the time we were up on the par four eleventh green I still didn’t see anyone on the tee box behind us.
We played a rather calm first few holes on the back nine. David and I were all but even as we approached the sixteenth green.
He lofted a pitching wedge toward the elevated green, but it was coming in short. It hit the front right corner of the green and then skidded on until his ball rolled into the greenside bunker.
“Damn, first sand all day. I guess I’ll just have to keep this wedge.” He called over to me by the cart. “I’m not really much of a sand player though. But I’ll try my best. Bring my putter with you just in case though.” David commented with that cocky attitude in his voice again.
As I walked up the green I saw he was set in the sand trap already and was concentrating hard. He took his backswing and played a full swing, which I thought immediately he was right he was not a good sand player. He was going to whack that poor little white ball clear across the green and onto the next tee. I watched as the ball rose high, flew over the flag, and landed about fifteen feet past the flag. I was sure it was going to skip right on off the other side, but instead I watched as backspin caught the ball and propelled it back towards David and the pin. Fifteen feet became ten, then five and finally less than one.
David called out, “Not bad huh?” and then laughed at the obviously astonished look on my face.
I said nothing right away, but walked over to the pin, and instead of pulling it so he could putt it in, I lowered my own putter and swatted at his ball, knocking it back to him. “That’s a gimme.”
“What are you gonna ‘gimme’? He got this innocently sexy look on his handsome face.
“We’ll see. We still have two holes to go.”
On up to the seventeenth tee we went. He had a par on sixteen while I had a bogey, so since he had beat me he had the honors and would tee off first, but…
“You go ahead and hit. I’m gonna clean my ball.” He said as he put his ball in the ball washer and started plunging up and down on the black plastic handle.
“Alright, if you insist. I’ll just have to show you what a good drive looks like again.” I said, and teed my ball up. As I got up into my stance, I looked back and saw him still at the ball washer his hand moving up and down. “You know, that looks awful kinky from here. You sure you aren’t practicing for later?”
“Just hit the ball.” He called back and pulled his ball out wiped it with the cloth hanging on the side of the pole.
I smiled and addressed my ball. Just as I was about to take my back swing a gust of wind lifted my skirt. I paused and pushed it back down. Then I addressed my pink ball again, but once more just as I got ready for my back swing, another gust of wind fluffed up my short skirt. Before I could reach down this time though, David had scurried up and knelt behind me. He pushed his hands up between my thighs.
“Hey!” I gave out a high pitched scream.
“Shhhh. Settle down.” David said calmly and looked up at me. As I looked down at him he was looking from side to side, I assume to see if anyone else was in sight, but it didn’t slow him from running his fingers across the damp lips of my sex through my underwear. I bit my lower lip and shuddered as he ran them back and forth deeper into my moist folds. I closed my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as he rubbed his long thick index finger up over my clitoris. My low moan quickly turned into a near shrill shriek of delight it felt so good.
Just as suddenly as he had appeared beneath though he stopped and stood behind me again. “Okay, now give the ball a good whack.”
“What?” I gave him a pitiful look as I stood there with my legs parted and the breeze still blowing up under my skirt, which was in no way cooling the fire that he had ignited. “You can’t be serious?”
“Just hit the ball. Your teasing got me to hit the ball further a couple times today, now it’s your turn to take a huge whack being all sexed up.”
“Now look who’s being the big tease.” I thought about whacking something alright, like the side of his head with my driver. But I thought better of it. I wanted him to be fully functional for me later. So he was safe from my wrath for now.
I wound up and did give the ball a good ‘whack’. But for the first time today it sliced off into the trees on the left. And it just kept going.
“Hmmm, I guess your pre-swing antics broke my concentration, Lover.” I turned and walked off the tee box. “Let’s see how you drive on this hole.”
“No problem. This has always been one of my best driving holes on the course.” He teed up his ball and addressed it in his usual pre-swing routine.
Just as he got ready to do that last little tick of his arms I’d seen all day to take his back swing…I yelled.
“Wait!”
Before he could look back at me I was down on my knees behind him now. I reached up between his legs and locked my fingers around the bulge in his shorts. “I knew it. You got sexed up playing with me. I just want to know how you can possibly be so unmerciful toward that poor little white ball.”
“What are you talking about?” He looked down at me.
“It’s just not fair to have two big clubs to hit with.” I gave him a healthy squeeze and laid my cheek against his hip to grin up at him.
“One club for the ‘poor little white ball’, as you call, it and one real big club coming up for you, Lover.” He said and jutted his hips forward stabbing that monster of his into my palm.
I gave it another good squeeze and pull then got up to walk back to the cart. “Okay, your turn. Give it a whack; with your driver not that bad boy in your boxers.”
“I may hit this sucker five hundred yards now with my extra big club you made for me.” David still had not come out of his stance when he looked over his shoulder at me.
“Just hit the ball stud.”
David addressed the ball this time, but obviously rushed through his swing. I couldn’t see it from this angle, but I’m sure that other ‘club’ of his could not have deflated that quickly so he must have been thrown off balance by it. As huge as he got down there I’m sure he’d a lot of blood to fill it and with that his monster must weigh a lot. Indeed I saw his ball goes out a ways and take a mighty hook for his left-handed swing and trail off into the trees also. His of course much farther down than mine.
“I guess you lost your concentration too.” I teased and slid my driver back in my bag.
“Just get in the cart and let’s go find our balls.” He marched toward me and the cart. “You better keep your mind on the game if you want to finish eighteen.”
“Who said all eighteen holes had to be played on the course,” I replied brushing my hand over his shorts as he walked by me to put his club away.
“Get in.” He scoffed.
I let him be for the moment as he drove us down the fairway and then into the woods toward where my ball had entered.
“There’s my ball,” I almost yelled as I pointed off to the right where my pink ball sat up on a tuft of weeds. He drove over deeper into the trees.
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“I don’t think you have a shot at all from here.” He told me. “Why don’t you just get another ball and drop one back in the rough?”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t I play two balls instead of one?” I said as I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and under his boxers to grasp his hairy, manly balls. “I found them!”
I lowered my head and pressed my face down onto his crotch and proceeded to nibble at him through his pants leg as my hands worked to unbutton and unzip his shorts. When I lifted my head we could both see his cock pushing out of those boxers, bulging right towards my face.
“Come on; let’s play your balls from here.” I got up from the cart walked around to his side. He stood and I wrapped my arms around him. I got up on my toes and stuck my tongue into his mouth. Once I had his full attention I let him go.
“Look at me, David,” I said, “Look into my eyes. “I want you to make love to me. I want to do it, right here and right now.”
“But…” He seemed dumbfounded, but the bulge in his khakis gave him away. Leaning forward, I took his hand and pulled him behind another tree.
I lay down on the grass and stuck my hands up under my skirt and whipped my underwear down. “David, take me right now.”
David’s face went from nervous to gleaming as he looked between my thighs and face.
“I’ve never done this before, Miss Mathews. What am I supposed do?” He stared hard between my legs now with a huge boyish grin.
“Hmm, why don’t you get down here and lick me like I’m an ice cream cone, a very drippy ice cream cone, Mr. Smalley.” I told him as I pulled my wet lips apart before his face and exposed my wetter insides and my swollen clitoris which felt like it stuck out like a ripe berry. “Now get down here and flick that hot tongue like crazy over this cherry on top.”
“I’ll do my best Miss Mathews.” He said in a soft voice and looking me right in the eye even as he lowered his head between my thighs.
“Oooo!” I moaned when he made the first slash of his tongue up through my hot pink sundae.
Of course David was far from an inexperienced teenager as his talented tongue lapped up my dripping juices and he so expertly sucked on my labia while his fingers stroked and caressed down to the moist crack of my bottom. I involuntarily lifted my hips to meet his face even harder. At the same time I was opening myself to him from behind. He didn’t disappoint me. He crooked his finger between my cheeks and easily found my tight little hole back there. As his tongue sped up the momentum over my clitoris his finger pushed gently inside. But I wanted more and began to grind down on his lone thick finger. It felt so tight, but felt so good. I heard the whimper exit my throat and felt like I was two different women as he pleasured me. My cunty was beyond being a dripping ice cream now, it felt as if it was flowing with my juices and his hot saliva. It felt like a warm bath soothing me with my vibrator buzzing away on my loving pearl. Only I could swear at that very moment his strong tongue was flicking over my clit faster than my vibey ever had. I was beginning to breathe so fast, my whimper became a drawn out and ever escalating grown. As I felt his long finger slither up another couple of inches I squeezed down on it hard and shoved my sex hard into his tongue.
My whole body hung in suspension between ecstasy and exhaustion. The stars began to circle my head and I exhaled one deep breath from my lungs and then the explosion came. I came. I came hard. I kept coming. The vibrations on my clit kept coming. The wet sounds in and around my body became like a storm. My breath came in such short and rapid starts I just knew I was going to pass out. Then one last strike of lightning flashed in my mind’s eye and down through my body. I tensed and then collapsed.
I recovered enough to realize I lay back on the ground and my breathing was calming. That is until I looked up to see my lover, my stud, my David, pulling his stiffened manhood out through the fly of his boxers. It throbbed there until he reached up to give it a little extra squeeze. When he did a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I looked up into his face my lips curled and I gave him the most lewd smile I could muster.
“That didn’t take much effort to get you back to game form.” I stuck out my tongue and gave a long swipe over my wet lips. “Mmm. I think I want more.”
The look on David’s face was almost scary. He looked me hard in the eyes and did not speak or smile. He just crawled up on his knees between my legs and reaching around my hips he lifted me off the ground and pulled me up over his body. Before I knew what was happening he thrust up into me plunging his sex deep into mine and he held me there. I went past the initial shocking tightness and pain and savored the feeling of his huge throbbing manhood. He held me and pummeled me with his thrusting.
“Mmm, oh yes, you finally get a hole in one baby!” I feel him swelling as he bounced me up and down and I jerked my head back arching myself to his steel rod fill me. I was soon so full I was sure his impending load of cum would have no room to ejaculate into.
I screamed in joy, wrapping my legs around him, holding him inside me. I could feel every inch of him as he swelled inside me and just enough friction across my clit sent me into another orgasm that erupted and swept over me. I rode it and rode it as I rode him.
As I was about to come back down David pulled back and slowly pushed himself back into me once, twice, and a third time slamming into me as he screamed out. He fell over onto me and buried his face in my neck as he finally let himself go. He came with several short thrusts. He continued to moan loudly as he bit into my neck. I felt his hard penis twitch and jump a couple more times as my cunty contracted around it.
For several moments we stayed like that, him resting on top of me, my arms holding him tight. His body continued to move slowly as he now only nuzzled my neck. As he caught his breath I felt his warm liquid running out of my body and down the crack of my bottom.
David pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of me. That huge manhood of his even post-orgasm remained thick and hard as he needed a concerted effort to come out. I had never had never felt so tight around any other man. He exited with small pop! Then he turned over and dropped down onto his back beside me. I curled up on my side and put my head on his chest. I could still hear his healthy young heart pounding wildly. He moved his arm and pulled me closer.
“You made my birthday a day to remember, Reese,” he whispered, as I felt his fingers moving softly through my hair, “really remember.”
As I was about to roll over on top of him, I noticed a couple pair of legs only a few feet in front of us. I looked up and saw a couple, a man and woman standing near the tree we had supposedly been hiding behind. “We have an audience.” I said with a nervous lilt in my voice.
I could feel David turn beneath me. He looked up with a shocked face. I smiled at our couple as they look back astonished at what lay in front of them. The guy looked to be in his early thirties and the girl looked to be a little younger, and was very pretty to say the least. I quickly lost my nervousness and with the remaining warmth of my orgasms still flowing through me, I boldly stood up. “I’m just learning a few new things about the game. My boyfriend here is good with a club.”
“Uh, my wife is just learning, too.” The man stuttered. “My wife hit her ball in the trees here. We just came looking for it. We didn’t mean to bother you.” He continued to stammer. Hubby was getting a good look at me in my short white skirt and the undies hanging off my left foot. His jaw was easing open and I swear he was about to drool.
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I glanced over at the woman who ignored me and was obviously engrossed in looking down at David’s slowly wilting but still impressive looking manhood. I just don’t know if it was ladylike of her to be standing there with her jaw hanging down and the start of a little drool building at the corner of her mouth, too. But how could I blame her. She only blinked back into focus when David finally scurried up, pulling his boxers and shorts up as quickly as he could.
“You two can play through if you’d like.” I offered trying to clear the air of tension and being perfectly comfortable letting them play on. David would need a few minutes I’m sure. To be honest, I needed some time, too.
“Come on honey,” The husband took his wife’s hand and awkwardly stepped back around the tree. The missus almost tripped as she started walking when she couldn’t avert her eyes from my hunky boyfriend.
They did play on. Only they didn’t retrieve the wife’s ball. They just went on to the next tee.
David and I straightened up and I picked up my ball. We went on up and picked up David’s ball, too. Then we sat and waited to let another group play through.
We didn’t finish the hole either. We moved on to the last hole.
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The eighteenth hole was a par five and somehow we both made it the green in regulation. David’s approach shot was with his 3-wood. He struck it perfectly. It just flew and flew. The ball hit about twenty yards in front of the green. But it must have been a hard spot as it bounced up and went right toward the fringe. It rolled right up to the left side of the green, maybe thirty-five feet from the flag. He ended up three putting, but was not bothered by a bogey at all.
I sank my ten-footer for a par five. I made the short walk to the hole and made a big production of retrieving my ball from the cup. I’m sure my skirt rode up enough to give him another clear view of the bareness between my legs. I had stuffed my panties in my golf bag between holes.
When I looked back up at him, I saw his lusty expression. “Oops, sorry big fella. But I guess you are the birthday boy, so you deserve a little extra show.” I walked up to him, reached up to put my hand behind his head and pulled him down. I slowly licked his lips with my pointed tongue before slipping it between them and on into his mouth. I kissed him slow and deep. He reached around me and palmed my behind though the thin material of my skirt. He then had both hands back there and not so gently cupped my cheeks in his eager hands.
“Reach down a little lower and you’re gonna feel how wet I still am.”
“You’re dripping,” He said as I felt two of his long thick fingers slip up inside me. “Is that me still dripping out of you?”
“I’m sure some of it is; it’s your leftovers.” I reached up and kissed him again, “Speaking of leftovers, I hope you’ve still got something left for me, Lover. Golf is only the start to our day.”
“I’m sure I do.” He confidently expressed with a very huge smile.
I looked down at his shorts and saw the ever present erection building in his khakis. This man was incredible. He was making me feel incredible.
We walked hand in hand off the last green and back to our cart.
Since we didn’t finish a couple of holes and probably incorrectly recorded a couple of other, we’ll never know who beat whom in that first round of golf together. One thing I know he’ll remember is how he scored his first hole in one on the golf course. He’d never have to reveal he sunk it while off the fairway and in the trees rather than in the cup on the green.
The End !!!
Good Night And Sweet Dreams .
Rain
I can hear the rain outside trickling down my window
While my fingers drown in my own private
Stream of water.
It was just last night that you were here with me
When our bodies became one and I
Lost myself with you.
Your taste still lingers in my mouth
And your touch still burns on my skin.
You’ve left this morning
You’ve left me aching for more of you.
I find myself thinking of you
More than I ever though I would.
You have such a hold on me
I’d be willing to please you for eternity.
I treasure each of your kisses
And hate the feeling of being alone
Since all I can do is touch myself
And silently wish that you would be inside of me.
I run my hands across my breasts remembering
The way you did it last night.
I feel fire between my thighs
Once again with you on my mind.
I have to finish this pleasure at once.
I can’t keep it locked up any longer
Otherwise I’ll explode with heartache.
I reach the level of satisfaction for the moment.
And my heart flutters with excitement, knowing soon
I’ll be able to have you again,
Knowing I can never get enough of you
Being so in love with you.
I’m horny as can be
I’m horny as can be
but there is nobody to please me.
All I can do is play to please me.
The drinks don’t help me,
All I need is a man who can please me.
One that has the right size,
not small cause they can’t please me.
One that is the one for me.
One that can give me energy once again.
One that can help me remember
that feeling you get with the
pleasures of being with a partner.
I think I forgot that feeling
been too long without a man.
Men have what it takes to please me.
Women I do not see how they can please me.
If I never find a man then the toy is were it will be,
women are not for me, they don’t have what I need.
I wish I had one man there for me.
One who could protect me.
Love me, cuddle with me.
Argue with me, most of all be my best friend.
So I can give him all of me.
So he can be with one that
can please him, so he won’t look around cause
I want him for me,I don’t care to share.
I can be fun, but have not found that man.
He’s in my dreams and in my stories.
But to find the reality of this Man
has not surfiest to me as of yet.
So the horny part of me stays horny till
I please me, alone this is so on fair,
but reality kicking in once again.