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Golf Club Wives

By: mangrove jack



Mark was down in the dumps. Sitting at the bar he was moaning to Stan about his boring marriage.

“I sit on my own in my den whilst my wife sits upstairs watching cable.”

“I don’t know what’s gone wrong. Tammy’s beautiful, but there’s no spark, she spends more time looking at herself in the mirror than she does speaking to me.”

“We’ve been married twenty years; she’s meticulous in her appearance spending days and months on diets.” 

“Her real passion is shopping; she spends part of every day at department stores and boutiques.”

Stan studied Mark, he was in good condition for forty five, well built with a flat hard gut, he was still a good looking guy.

What the hell’s he worried about he thought? He’s had a successful career in business, his businesses managed themselves, he was financially secure, the world was his fucking oyster. 

At lunch next day Mark had a few scotches to many and confided to Stan that his sex life was zilch. 

“Tammy’s not interested in sex any more; she never tries to instigate any loving whatsoever. It’s even difficult to get a goodbye kiss when I head out the door.” 

“I love her but she finds sex uncomfortable, what ever I do. In fact it’s bloody embarrassing because she rushes to clean herself up as soon as we finish as though she has been defiled.”

Stan had never seen Mark so down in the dumps. He had never heard him speak of his home life like this, even though they had been mates for 20 years. “Well old mate you will just have to get a bit on the side,” he said as he downed his beer. 

“Lets have a drink tomorrow at the golf club around three or four o’clock. Its ladies day, I’ll point out the players amongst the wives and daughters.” 

“Players?” Mark asked.” Yes the players, they don’t only play golf,” Stan replied with a laugh. Mark was intrigued “How do you know which ones?” 

Stan slapped him on the back “By keeping my eyes open.” He grinned, “I also listen to my wife gossip about them.” 

Stan rang after lunch the next afternoon, “I’m out at the club get yourself down here, there’s quite a few ladies that my wife has described as flighty and not to be trusted.”

“Oh shit Stan, I’m not interested in cheating on Tammy, I was just getting a few whinges off my chest yesterday.” 

“I’d be too fucking scared of getting caught to try anything;” 

“I’ll come and have a drink, but no women.”

As he entered the club Mark ran into Ruth the club presidents wife. “My God Mark you’re just the businessman I’ve been looking for,” she gushed. “I have never thought of your company before, but now you’re here, I need you help.” 

She took him by the arm and led him to a group of young women standing drinking near the window, looking over the approach to the final hole.

“Ladies,” she cried, “look what I found, just what we have been talking about, a local businessman to help us with the new competition.” 

“For those of you who don’t know him, Mark is one of states richest and most successful businessmen.” 

“He was a top sportsman, in fact a top golfer and tennis player, before he followed in his fathers footsteps.”

“No that’s wrong, he didn’t just follow in his fathers footsteps, he modernised an expanded the old mans business until it now stretches across the country.” 

“There is not a major city or town that’s not serviced by one of his 24 hour stores, restaurants supermarkets and service stations.”

Ruth turned to look at Mark, “He is a human dynamo; I want you all to help me convince him to sponsor us and our competition.”

Mark was immediately overwhelmed by a group of twenty to fifty year old women. They surrounded him, many talking at once, all intent on gaining his attention

Ruth hugged him and kissed him, her large boobs rubbing against his chest and arm as she moved him around the group of women.

Many of the younger ones pushed forward to introduce themselves. The older ladies kissed him on the cheek, murmuring I knew your dad and mother, making him feel at home in their company. 

He relaxed as he moved through the introductions. One or two of the younger ladies squeezed his hand, holding it a little longer than necessary causing him to give them a second glance. 

The last of these hand holders was a long thin blonde who looked him straight in the eye and winked. “I look forward to seeing more of you,” she said as she licked her tongue over her lips.

Finally Mark escaped over to Stan who was leaning on the bar with a big grin on his face watching the proceedings.

“I thought you said no women, just a drink,” Stan said with a laugh. 

“Did you notice the tits on Ruth Mansfield the President’s wife?” He asked.

“She’s got a great body for her age and a set of tits that defy description.” “She would be a great fuck, her husbands such an arsehole, that to get her under his nose would make it twice as good,” Stan said with a grin.”

As Mark ordered drinks, Stan kept pointing out prospective sex partners. “The big barmaid is a goer, he said nodding at a tall brunette.” “She’s a little over weight, and a lot of fun.” 

“I’m told if you pour a few scotches into her and are lucky enough to take her home you won’t be disappointed.”

Stan watched as she leant over the bar displaying her generous Tits, “the trouble with her is she’s single. You can’t afford to get caught. So we will have to look for a married woman who has as much to lose as you.” 

Stan took a swig from his glass and continued to point out women who might like a stray fuck... “It’s rumoured that the club pros wife likes a bit on the side, as do those three over there,” pointing to three young tanned fit blondes. “In fact” he said as Mark studied them. “I’m told they like to work as a team.”

“Who’s the tall thin blonde” Mark asked as they studied the ladies. 

Stan looked quickly at Mark,” that’s the police commissioner’s wife; I haven’t heard any thing about her. In fact I think that would be dangerous, he’s bad news.” 

Mark didn’t say anything, wondering why the police commissioner’s wife had made it so clear she wanted to see more of him.

Mark drove slowly home worse for wear after his long drinking session with Stan, to be greeted by an angry wife complaining he was late and his dinner was cold. 

Later that night he tried to put his arm around her as they went to bed, “sorry love” he whispered. She brushed him aside,” Stop that! It’s about time you gave up that dirty business.” 

Just before lunch the next day Sally, Mark’s new young Personal assistant announced that Mrs Ruth Mansfield was there to see him along with two other ladies.

In the office he offered them a drink, and asked them to state their case for his sponsorship.

He sat back behind his desk as Ruth made her presentation. Ruth was slim with a pair of tits that dominated her tiny frame her hair was mousy brown, she had a lively personality, but in reality without the large tits she would not draw much attention on the street.

Heidi a short blonde with a double chin and thick legs, sat with her legs apart giving him a partial view up her skirt. As he looked she appeared to open her legs wider.

The third, Madeline was a tall brunette with an exquisite face; her clothes hid her shape, but Dave though he could see a well built athletic body under her clothes.

Ruth interrupted his inspection of Madeline, “Yesterday was the first time we’ve seen you at the club in months.” 

“Why don’t you play golf any more?”

Dave explained “I became too busy, my business demanded time that I used to give to competitive sport. My wife doesn’t play, the clubs social scene didn’t interest her, so I just dropped out.”

The three urged him to play again. Heidi’s eyes looked him up and down as she said, “we have a number of ladies who will jump at the opportunity to be your partner for mixed social events or a private hit out during the week.” 

As they relaxed talking about golf and the club. Mark suddenly realised how much he missed golf and its social life. 

“Ruth” he said, I must thank you for your visit here this morning. Just thinking of Golf again has made me realise that the old saying, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, applies to me.”

“Well join us on our mixed days and I personally will make sure your days as a dull boy are over,” Ruth said with a giggle.

“Thanks for the invitation Ruth, but I’ll probably get out on the course early each morning for a while to see if I can get my old form back.” Mark said as he eased them out the door.

Madeline who had not spoken a word all morning took his arm, “I have a hit out most mornings, you won’t run into many on the course before 8.30 or 9, especially if you hit off from the 10th tee, and do the back nine.”

After more small talk and a few very warm hugs and kisses from Ruth, Mark returned to his office to find Sally waiting. 

“Your wife rang she is going off to her brothers for a few days. I was told to tell you to look after the dog.”

“Anything else,” asked Mark, glancing at Sally. She was straightening papers on the coffee table. Her mini skirt rode upas she bent over providing a tantalising glimpse of her stocking’s tops. 

Sally noticed his look and smiled, “No you have a free afternoon.” 

Mark noticed the smile and blushed. She was new only starting work in the last week, “I hope she doesn’t think I’m a dirty old man,” he mused

“Well I told those ladies that I am going to take up golf again so I’ll slip out to the club and get some gear from the pro,” he said to change the subject. 

As he went to leave he couldn’t help but study her legs again, “See you tomorrow probably after 11. I will try an early morning round.” 

At the pro shop, Mark introduced himself and was made welcome. “I have heard of you, you were club champ before I came here,” the pro said. “It will be great to have you back.” 

As they talked the pro looked at his watch, “shit its two o’clock, look I’m sorry, but I have two new players to coach this afternoon, can I get my wife to look after you?” 

“Look around, try out the new gear; she will make sure you get what you want.”

He called his wife “Darlene can you help Mark here whilst I’m gone?” 

A striking blonde strolled out “it will be a pleasure. I’m pleased to meet you” she said quietly as he moved to shake her hand.

She gave his hand a little extra squeeze, prompting Mark to remember that Stan had said the pros wife was rumoured to like a bit on the side. 

Having remembered Stan’s words he studied her more closely. She was good looking. If any thing a little plump for his liking, but never the less she would most certainly draw more than a second glance from most men.

She wore a typical local ladies golf outfit, linen long sleeve blouse, wool skirt to below the knees, golf shoes. Her blonde hair was wavy down to her shoulder. 

For the next half hour they talked as he inspected and tried out a number of irons and woods. 

When he moved into the back where a range of golf clothes were displayed next to a change room, she followed, encouraging him to try on some of the new gear. 

“The light weight wind cheaters and rain gear are fabulous,” she explained. “You can be warm and dry in any weather if you set yourself up right.”

“There is no longer any need for bulky outfits” she continued as she pushed him into the small change room.

“Try these slacks and this under vest; it will keep you warm even when it’s wet. A combination of this new thermal underwear and light weight slacks and tops are all you need.” 

She was talking as she took his measurements and kept passing him gear. He had undressed and was standing in his socks pulling a light weight vest over his head, when she pushed through the curtain. 

“Here’s some more,” she said before she spied his cock hanging out his boxers, and gasped, “My god you weren’t behind the door when they were handed out.” 

She didn’t withdraw from the change room but stood and watched him pull the vest down over his head.

Mark was not really surprised when his eyes came clear of the vest to see she was studying his cock. She didn’t blush just looked at him; embarrassed he pulled the end of the vest down to hide his rapidly enlarging cock.

She laughed at his embarrassment “just wait till I tell some of my associates about that” she said pointing down between his legs, “you will go up on their most wanted list.”

“My god you wouldn’t do that would you?” Mark growled.”

“Why not? It would be quite a change for some of them to have a big man, if what they tell me about their husbands is true.”

“You would be considered well hung in any society, especially well hung here in the valley;” she said as she moved over and took his now diminished cock in her hand. 

“Even deflated you beat my husband by a mile.”

Mark started to protest and back away, his hand came down to hold hers away from his cock. His protest was useless as his cock had already responded to her touch by starting to grow. 

“Don’t be silly” she whispered as she leant into him and kissed him. Her tongue and lips created turmoil in Mark’s mind, his wife rarely kissed him and never with her tongue. 

Darlene’s kiss was like a dose of Viagra to his ego. His cock jumped up hard and firm, his mouth responded automatically. 

Her arm encircled him pulling him closer as her tongue worked its magic. Without opposition her hand returned to his over excited cock. 

Mark couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Darlene had met him only minutes before and before he knew it her mouth and tongue was stirring his ego whilst her hand moved up and down round milking his cock. He groaned as his body responded and his temperature rose.

He had never dreamed that a woman’s kisses could bring him to such a state. Her tongue weaved a magic that he could not describe. He kissed her back eagerly, his hands coming up to her breasts.

Any thoughts of resisting melted away.

Somehow the buttons of her blouse opened, allowing his hand to push her bra up so his fingers could brush her nipple.

“Oh yes that’s lovely,” she moaned, pulling his head down so his lips could encircle her breast.

“I love that,” she whispered as her hands steered his head so that his mouth could follow her directions. “Just the nipple darling, suck it hard for me.” 

“Now bite it.” 

She jumped as Mark bit down following her request. “Oh shit, that’s marvellous.” She moaned, her chest pushing against his mouth and face.

Mark after months of sanitised sex or no sex at all, found his body responding in a way that he could only remember happening when he was a teenager.

The difference was that as a teenager he was the one that took the lead trying to get his partner to fuck. Today it was the pros young wife who was taking the lead.

Her tongue was like a hot poker stirring his blood pressure, setting him on fire. Her hand was still moving slower now as his prick started to leak pre come and his balls tightened. 

Gradually, while all this was happening Darlene was moving them both across the change room to some stacks of clothes lying in the corner.

Sinking down she raised her legs and slipped off a pair of white cotton tail panties. He stood there watching as her hairy box came into view. He would in days to come relive this moment. 

In the pro shop on the floor was the pros wife, her bra up over her breasts, her skirt rolled up around her waist, holding her legs apart displaying a hairy cunt. She still wore her golf shoes and socks. It was a picture that he would recall over and over again.

She bent her legs opening them wider. As he watched she licked a finger and inserted it, stirring it around in circles. Then using the fingers of both hands to open her cunt lips, she laughed wickedly as she drew his eyes to her clit standing out amongst the hair and flesh. 

“Come here love,” she moaned, reaching up to try and pull him down on top of her.

When he didn’t move straight away, she whispered “Fuck me!” 

Any thought of Mark saying no had disappeared some time ago when her kisses had awakened his virtually dormant sexual power. His prick was surging, leaking pre cum as he sank down on to her body.



She wet her fingers in her cunt and took his prick in her hand once more. “By god you’re big,” she said, “it’s a fucking monster”

Mark knew his prick was a good size, but not a monster. But he didn’t have time argue as she fed it into her cunt.

She grunted as his body weight and his cock took her breath away, “oh hell,” she said, “I’m not used to your size.” He stopped pushing, alarmed that he might really be hurting her and that she was not just massaging his ego.

“Don’t stop, don’t bloody stop now,” she moaned as she wrapped her legs violently around his back and hips, to pull him hard into her cunt.

Memories of his younger days, when as a top sportsman his sex life was wild and full of variety flooded back, he pushed hard wriggling his cock until it was embedded to the hilt.

Raising his body he started to move his cock slowly finding a favourite position where it rubbed her clit as it moved in and out.

Darlene’s body was responding her fingers biting hard into his back. They were sweating and grunting, as their passion grew, when a bell rang indicating that someone had entered the shop. 

Mark sat up quickly before Darlene pulled his head down to whisper, “Shh, don’t make a noise.”

Mark wasn’t going to make a noise, he was petrified. Oh shit he thought. What a fucking mess. 

Darlene put her hands over his mouth as a woman at the front of the shop called “Hello is there any one there?” 

Another voice called, “Hello shop. where are you Darlene?”

“Thank god, it’s only my three fucking girlfriends,” Darlene whispered.

She pushed Mark roughly away, “stay here! I’ll be back,” she whispered. Standing up she called out loud, “I won’t be a minute.”

She pulled her skirt down, straightened her bra, found her discarded top, and ran her fingers through her hair. She called out again as she moved out of the change room and joined the three women in the shop.

“Sorry for the delay. But I was cleaning up out back,” she explained.

Mark dressed quickly and looked around to see if there was any thing that would give them away. “Fucking hell,” he groaned when he spied her white cotton tail panties discarded on the floor.

“What have you been up to? you look as though you have just got out of bed.” Julie Graham asked Darlene as she made her way through the shop. 

Martha Ryan a twenty two year old blonde studied Darlene carefully, she leant forward to kiss her on the cheek, “I can smell sex, you’ve got that well fucked scent.” she cried.

“My god you’ve been fucking haven’t you?”

“Who was it?” Julie asked.

“I saw your husband on the putting green coaching so it wasn’t him.” 

“I can smell sex your hot.” “It’s the scent of a man,” Martha announced.

Mark watched as the three young women gathered around Darlene. She wasn’t protesting enough for his liking, if anything she seemed to be enjoying their questions

Shelia Jones placed her hand on Darlene’s rear an exclaimed, “I can’t feel any panties.” Before Darlene could say anything she ran her hand up under Darlene’s skirt, “my god just as I thought no panties and a wet pussy.” 

Darlene squealed loudly as Sheila’s fingers entered her pussy. Pulling away, her eyes flashed as she shouted “stop it you bastards your like a bunch of detectives.”

Shelia didn’t give up easily” Don’t try to deny it; you’ve been fucked this afternoon.” 

Bloody hell, Mark thought she hasn’t been fucked I was only just starting.

Darlene was enjoying her self, “rubbish” she said “I haven’t been fucked but I could have been.” 

“You bitches are always skiting about your conquests, I nearly had a new one for our little group but we never got the chance to finish.”


Golf Club Wives Ch. 02



Mark rolled out of bed as the phone rang. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he struggled to reach the phone.

“Good morning” he croaked. 

My God Mark, is that you?” Stan asked. “What are you doing at home, its midday?”

When Mark did not reply he raised his voice, “what’s wrong?” 

“What did you get up to last night?”

“Mate you won’t believe what’s happened,” Mark croaked, as he dropped the phone, his voice sounding far worse than he really was feeling. 

“Hang on lad I’ll be right over,” Stan shouted, realising that something had happened.

Mark was pouring his second cup of tea when Stan arrived. “My god man you look like shit,” he exclaimed, “You look like something the cat dragged in.”

“What have you been up to?” 

“Mate Tammy’s gone.” Mark groaned.

“What do you mean she’s left, as I understand it she’s gone off to visit her brother?”

“She’s gone all right; her car and a lot of her clothes are gone.” 

“I had a call from a woman looking for her; she said Tammy was supposed to meet her at that restaurant up on the range on the way to her brothers.”

“I rang Tammy’s brother and she’s not there, he hasn’t heard from her either.”

Stan threw an empty whisky bottle and two wine bottles in the bin.

He pushed Mark down in a chair, “no more grog.” 

“Think straight, this is the best thing that could have happened. He brushed aside Marks protests and went on, “your marriage wasn’t working, you said so yourself.” 

“You have been whinging to me that your sex life was zilch.”

“I thought you would be throwing a party not sitting round crying in you beer. Let me tell you mate booze is no answer.” 

Mark struggled to sit up, “Stan I’m not upset that she’s left me; I’m just worried that she’s safe. I want to know where she is.”

“I started to worry last night when the woman who rang said she was supposed to meet her and Tammy didn’t turn up. When I rang her brother and she wasn’t there I started to panic.” 

“I’ve been sitting here drinking, worrying what I did to drive her away. I just hope she’s ok.”

An hour later after Mark had showered and shaved, they rang around Tammy’s friends who all reported they hadn’t seen her. They were sitting talking when the door bell rang. Opening the door, Mark was surprised to find a policeman and police woman on the doorstep.

Inside the Policeman quickly told them that Tammy’s car had been found at the bottom of a gully where it had ran off the road on the mountain range, The car had obviously been there some time. Tammy’s body had been thrown out and she was dead when police reached the scene.

Stan was surprised how calm Mark had become. He sat talking to the policewoman for a long time. The police woman when she interviewed Stan remarked that Mark was a very caring man. 

Stan noticed how her face softened as she spoke of Marks concern for his wife and her last moments. “We meet a lot of terrible people on this job; it’s refreshing to meet someone like him.” 

“My names Kerry Mathews, if he has any problems contact me,” she added as Stan showed them to the door. 

Well you certainly impressed that young policewoman Stan said as they sat and talked.

“Mate I loved Tammy; I’m going to miss her. I am really sorry that our last years were so cold. We had many good years. I hope she died quickly, I hope she didn’t suffer.”

The young police woman handled the police formalities. She dropped into the house to keep him informed about the autopsy and the police reconstruction of the accident. 

Days went by as the police completed their formalities.

Each day Kerry called in and sat with him as he talked about Tammy. By the time she announced that the police would release Tammy’s body for the funeral he was no longer down in the dumps. 

Mark enjoyed her company, she had a fresh happy face, its best feature was a wonderful smile, it lit up her face. On the morning of the funeral he again felt lost, the house was empty it had a sad and lonely feeling. 

Kerry made his morning when she called as she was going off shift at six am.

“I saw the lights on so early in the morning and wondered if there was anything wrong. Is there anything I can do, anything you need?” She asked.

“I’ll be alright when the funerals over and I go back to the office, but right now I’m lonely:” he confessed.

“We were married for twenty years, we always had each other, I loved her and I miss her.” 

“Oh you poor dear,” she cried, as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

Mark hugged her back, the warmth of her hard young body, plus the contact with her firm breasts through her uniform warmed him, making him realise the need to get on with his life. 

He kissed her on the lips, “you have been wonderful, if you will let me I would like to take you to dinner soon to say thanks,” he said quietly. 

“That would be lovely,” Kerry replied, kissing him back. 

Kerry had spent most of her shift that night thinking of Mark. His kind ways and his generous nature had made her look at him not just as someone that required her help as a policewoman but as a person. “I would like to get to know him better,” she thought. 

Marks house was overflowing after the funeral. Most of those who stayed after paying their respects and condolences were women. 

Mark’s male friends had a drink or two and left, the women stayed on talking mostly about how Mark would cope on his own. 

Ruth claimed him to say that the ladies club wanted him to join them on their regular Thursday morning for a round of golf. “If you need any help here at home just ring and I’ll come over,” she whispered as she kissed him again, her large tits squashed against his chest.

Darlene pushed in; “leave a bit for me,” she laughed as she kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “I’ll ring you tonight.”

The crowd was thinning out when the police commissioner and his wife arrived. “I’ve just dropped in to pay my respects and offer any help from my department,” he said as he shook Mark’s hand. 

“Thank you very much, Mark replied your department has been great, one of your young constables Kerry Marshal has been very helpful.”

“That’s good to hear, my wife will stay, but I have to go, if we can do any more let me know,” the commissioner said as he headed for the door. 

Mark turned as the commissioners wife took him by the arm, “I’m Stella we met the other day at the golf club.” “Oh yes I remember you,” Mark said with such enthusiasm that she raised one eyebrow and smiled.

Mark remembered how she had licked her lips showing a little tongue as she had whispered, “I look forward to seeing more of you.” She had an aura about her, a presence that struck a chord. He remembered asking Stan about her.

“Oh yes” he whispered aloud without thinking, “oh yes, I remember you.”

“That’s nice you must tell me more, may be I can give you a better reason to remember me,” she laughed as she swayed her body, so her small hard tits rubbed his arm.

Mark’s prick responded to Stella’s teasing with enthusiasm. Mark was finding the prospect of closer contact with this tall sexy woman more exciting every minute. He knew that Stan had warned him to touch her would be dangerous. His pricks response made Mark realise that a powerful husband could be a mind blowing aphrodisiac.

“I would like to get to know this one he thought,” when his other arm was taken by a woman who he thought he should know. “We haven’t met,” she laughed, “I just missed you the other afternoon at the golf club in the pro`s shop, you were there with Darlene,” she winked. 

“I’m Shelia Jones, my friends and I were sorry to miss you.” 

Mark could feel himself blush. “Oh hell Darlene told them he thought.”

Not knowing what to say in front of Stella. He opted for the truth or as close to the truth as possible. “I was busy,” he grinned. 

“Yes I’m sure you were,” she laughed, I’m pleased to meet you, I’m sure we will have an opportunity to meet again.” With that she wandered off flicking her rear to draw his attention to her tanned legs and very short skirt.

Mark was busy shaking hand with the last of the stragglers when the caterers sought permission to clean up. “Ok just leave a few savouries and drinks in case anyone drops in.” Mark told them as he headed up stairs.

“I hope no one drops in” a deep voice called from his bed room. In the room Stella stood in front of the mirror arranging her hair.

“Come here and kiss me,” she said as she turned to him. He kissed her finding her mouth. As her lips tried to devour his, he ran his hands up to her small hard tits. 

“No!” she moaned stepping back. 

“I want to talk, just listen for a minute” 

When she had his attention she told him. “I don’t know what came over me at the golf club. As soon as I saw you I knew you were the one.” 

He moved towards her again, “no don’t move, just listen please,” she said quietly. 

“I don’t know what’s come over me, but I know I want to be with you.”

“I haven’t done anything like this before.” 

“I need to know if you will be discreet. Can you keep a secret?” 

She pushed him away again, “No one must know.” 

“I have been married 14 years to a domineering brute; he would make life intolerable if he found out.” 

She stopped her eyes staring into his. “You excite me, like I have never been excited before in my whole life.” But I’m not sure whether I can risk everything for a fling,” 

Mark stood and watched he could feel his prick subsiding as Stella finished speaking. 

He studied her closely; she had an aura that mesmerised him. “I would love to make love to you,” he whispered. 

She looked worried so he quickly explained, “Don’t worry we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I want you, but it will be no good if you are worried and scared.” 

He couldn’t help himself as he went on, “Let me tell you Stella, I found the same excitement when we met at the club.”

“I want to love you, I want to strip off your clothes and kiss you all over. I want to lie in your arms after we have made love and feel good, not bad.”

“I don’t want to be the one to cause you heartache; I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So let me escort you to your car, before we do something that you don’t want to do.” 

“I don’t have a car,” she whispered. “I came with Jack; he is sending a car back for me.”

“Well we had better get down stairs and see if its there he groaned.” 

Taking her in his arms, he spoke quietly, “ kiss me, I want to recall as I lie in bed tonight dreaming of you, that special way you have of devouring my lips as you kiss.” They kissed and kissed again. 

“Get out of here” he cried “or ill never let you go.” 

“I could do with a good cup of tea,” Mark spoke aloud to himself as the police car left. 

He jumped in surprise as he hear Sally call, “Is that all I can get you?”

“Where did you spring from,” he asked. 

“Oh I got a lift back with the police car that came for the commissioner’s wife,” she replied with a wink. 

“I didn’t want to bring my car in case you wanted me to stay.”

“I thought a strange car over night my make the neighbours think badly of you.”

Mark was feeling tired, the day had been long and the funeral had sapped his energy. He had sparked up when Stella had fired up his libido, but now he was on a downer. 

Looking at Sally in her short black frock with her shiny black stockings, he realised he didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“I need a shower and a feed can you do that,” he said with a laugh. 

“I can do both, let’s start with the shower,” she said as she led him towards the bathroom. 

“Remember the saying, save water shower with a friend,” she said with a wicked grin, “let’s find out how much water we can save.” 

Her joy was infectious, just watching and listening to her made him feel good.

Thank god for the enthusiasm of youth he thought as she stripped his clothes away and then slowly removed hers, all the while dancing better than any stripper. 

The way Sally ran her hands over her body weighing her tits and then opened her cunt to his gaze quickly made Mark forget the fact that he was tired.

She still wore her stockings and high heels as she jumped in the shower with him.

“My god Sally you’re wonderful” he cried as she knelt to soap and lather him. She looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face, “you can buy me new six inch stiletto shoes “she whispered as she took his prick in her mouth. 

“What about the stockings,” he asked. “Oh yes” she moaned as his come dribbled out the side of her mouth, “you will have to buy new stockings, but only if you fit them yourself.”

She was full of life, laughing and giggling as she tickled his balls and used her tongue on the eye of his prick.

“I love your monster cock,” she cried. “I can’t wait for it to fill me up.” 

“Sounds like a visit to the petrol station, shove the hose in here and fill it up,” he laughed joining in the fun.

Mark couldn’t believe how happy Sally could make him feel. His day had been so sad and draining, that he had not expected to be carrying on like a school boy that evening. 

Her infectious laugh, her obvious enjoyment of her body, and as he came to realise her equal enjoyment of his body, turned the next two hours into a riot of fun. 

In the end as the clock struck six he cried enough, enough, my sides are sore from laughing, my pricks sore from fucking, you’re killing me with kindness.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you lips and tongue then? She asked. When he agreed, she pushed his head down between her legs, “then it’s your turn.” 

“My cunt needs some loving, kiss it and wash it with your tongue.” As he pushed his tongue in, searching for her clit she moaned, “Don’t forget my butt, it’s been neglected.”

The clock struck seven, as Sally pushed Marks head away. 

“The second part of your question was food, lets get some clothes on and I’ll take you to a hamburger joint.” 

“I haven’t had a burger in years,” he cried. “I don’t want that MacDonald’s muck; I want a fair dinkum hamburger.” 

She kissed him as he pulled her dress back up over her thighs and stuck his finger in her cunt. 

“Finger licking good,” he asked, as he licked his finger. 

Sally giggled, “No just an old fashioned burger with real meat, made in front of your eyes. We1ll go down town where you can sit and watch them cook.” 

They drove down town and sat at the bench while an old Greek guy cooked them burgers. 

“Sally you’re a marvel,” Mark said as the juice of his burger ran down his face, “I haven’t had so much fun in years.” 

As they talked together they agreed that it would be best if Mark dropped her home to her place. At her place she kissed him warmly and invited him inside.

“My god Sally you’re insatiable,” he cried as she slipped out of her clothes and led him to the couch. 

“I don’t hear you saying no,” she moaned as she fed his rigid cock into her swampy cunt. 

By the time they finished they had made love in positions he had never tried before. When he thought he was finished and his prick lay limp against his leg, she would start again, her lips and tongue finding new life in his tired body. 

Much later as he moved around the room trying to find his clothes and gather them together, he told her she should write a book. Sally lay on the floor totally nude her legs wide apart as she fingered her pussy, “a book, what are you talking about?” she asked.

“We have done things together that I’m sure are not even mentioned in sex manuals,” he replied with a laugh. 

“If you wrote a book describing the positions and things we have done together, it would be a best seller.” 

After making sure Sally was safe he drove home to find a car parked in his drive.

“Hi” a woman called, “its Shelia Jones, can I talk to you.”

“Of course Shelia come on in.”

No I don’t want to come in, my husbands at home waiting for me, he knows where I’ve gone so I don’t have time.

Mark was going to ask time for what, but thought better of it. “What can I do for you?” He asked

Shelia spoke quickly, “I want to introduce you to someone, who I think could help you both. If you agree,”

She opened the back door of her car and led a very small dark skinned woman out to meet him. “This is Ayaha she has a six month old daughter, she has been dumped by the father.” 

“We were talking about you today at the club and agreed that you would need a maid or housekeeper.” 

“Ayaha needs a place to stay and some security.” 

“She is well known to the golf club ladies, she worked there before the baby.” 

“I know I shouldn’t ask you to make up your mind quickly like this, but if you could give it a try, I’m sure it would work out.” 

“We have all been helping her, and when she dropped by our house tonight I though of you.” 

“Say you will think about it?” Shelia asked

Mark looked at the frail timid little girl, and thought what the heck. “Look I don’t know about a maid or house keeper, but if she wants a place to live, I have that granny flat at the rear of my house that she can have for free, while she gets her life organised.” 

He looked at them both,” Bring her over tomorrow and we will see what we can do.” 

Shelia grabbed Mark and kissed him hard, “oh thank you, thank you, I knew you were a sweetie.” 

She kissed him again this time her tongue invaded his mouth, “Don’t worry,” she whispered, “I will make sure that you won’t lose as a result of your generosity.” When he started to protest she kissed him again, this time with her mouth open, inviting his tongue.

Mark could feel his prick starting to rise, as the kiss continued. His tongue entered her mouth, his hands rose to her tits, his prick rubbed against her thigh.

Shelia’s breathing was heavy as she finally pulled away, “Can I push your generosity a little further and ask can we move her in tonight. It will save a double move and let the baby get settled,” she said as she pushed Ayaha back into the car. 

When the car door closed she ran her hand along the front of his pants, “I could come back tonight to help then,” she said with a sigh.

Mark could find no reason to say no. He found the keys to the detached flat and asked Ayaha to come with him and look it over. Ayaha nursed her baby in her arms and followed him meekly. While they were checking to see if everything worked Shelia rushed off home to get Ayah’s few possessions and bring them back.

Mark and Ayaha found the flat well stocked with bedding and appliances. “You check what you need and we can get them from my stores tomorrow,” he told her as he headed back to the house.

The phone was ringing; when he answered a male voice introduced himself as Duncan. After offering his condolences he went on “my wife Shelia is on her way back to your place with Ayaha`s gear.” 

“Thanks very much for helping her, I hope it works out.” As he rang off he said, “Tell Shelia to take her time, it’s late and I’m off to bed.”

“What a day,” Mark moaned, as he threw himself down on his bed and started to undress. “What a day,” he said again as he recalled all that had happened.

As he put on a pair of shorts the phone rang “Do you want me to slip over tonight,” Darlene whispered.

Mark sat bolt upright, his brain and body telling him, “no more tonight.”

Trying to let her down easy he growled into the phone, “I’d love that, but there are too many visitors, too many phone calls to give us any quality time together.”

“Call me tomorrow,” he added as they exchanged whispered sweet nothings before hanging up. 

No sooner had he put the phone down than it rang again. A soft voice made him concentrate, “I want to see you, can I ring you tomorrow when he goes to work?” 

“Yes that’ll be great,” he replied, as the caller hung up. “Shit he said to himself, “I don’t know who she was.”

Even though it was very late the phone kept him busy as callers rang to offer their condolences. When he finally got round to making himself some supper, he thought of Ayaha, maybe a maid or housekeeper would solve some of my problems he mused.




Golf Club Wives Ch. 02



Thinking of Ayaha, he wandered out the front door and headed around to what was now Ayaha`s flat. As he did he spied Shelia standing on the porch. She had changed into shorts and a halter top. 

He couldn’t help but stare. The light from the flat was behind her, highlighting her fulsome figure.

She spotted him, and called, “wait there,” as she ran down the stairs. He really could not describe what happened next. One minute he was studying her lush figure, the next she was in his arms. Her lips found his as she whispered “let’s go where she can’t see us.”

She hardly broke the kiss as she directed his body until they were over behind the trees, where they could not be seen from the flat.

Without any further preliminaries her hand found his belt and before he knew it his shorts had fallen down to lie on his shoes.

Shelia grunted into his mouth, when she realised he wore no underpants. Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her urgency as her hands found his prick and squeezed it roughly. 

“Go easy,” he said as he pulled his head back from hers. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “I was checking to see if what Darlene said was true.” 

He waited as she played with his prick 

“My god,” she said squeezing it more gently now, “she was right it’s a beauty.” 

Mark watched as she sucked. He grabbed her hair and held it aside so he could watch his prick going in and out of her mouth. He moaned as he saw it create a bulge in her cheek. 

Standing in the open with his prick in Shelia’s mouth his mind replayed the last two days. Shit he thought these last two days have been truly amazing. 

Stan had warned him this morning after the funeral that he was now seen as a prize catch, young and rich, but most important to the players available. 

When Mark started to protest, Stan added, “Some will want to marry you, most will just want to fuck you.”

“You can provide them with a safe non threatening bit of fun. Remember what had happened to your marriage is happening to many others.” 

Mark jumped when Shelia bit him, “what did you do that for,” he asked quickly. 

“I’ve been talking to you,” she complained.

Her frown turned to a grin when he moaned; “I never heard anything, I wasn’t listening I was enjoying. All of my senses were responding to your tongue.”

When he saw her grin he laughed, “All I could feel was your wonderful mouth.”

“I don’t have long,” she groaned as her mouth returned to his and her fingers stroked his prick.

Mark grinned “oh yes you have, Duncan called and said take your time, he’s off to bed.”

“Good” she said as she stripped of her shorts, “I don’t mind a quick shag but a long one is better.”

She sank back on her knees and took his prick back in her mouth, all the while looking at him, talking. “I love sucking a good hard prick,” she cried. Taking his prick out of her mouth and studying it, she looked up at him, “Where have you been hiding, this is a real beauty?” 

Mark marvelled at the way she sucked his cock and entertained him with her descriptions of it, and what she was going to do with it. 

His pants were still down around his ankles, his shirt tail was flapping in the breeze when Ayaha called from the porch, “I’ve finished unpacking. Shelia are you still here?” 

“Where are you?” she called as Mark and Shelia struggled to dress. 

Mark was first; he pulled up his pants and strolled out from the trees trying to look innocent. “Shelia’s over at the house she’ll be back in a minute.” he called. 

Ayaha`s face lit up with a wonderful smile as he came into view. “Mr Mark I don’t know how to thank you,” she said as she took his hand. He looked down at her, as she stood close looking at him with misty eyes. 

Shelia joined them, as Mark wiped a tear from Ayaha`s eye.” 

She swatted him on the backside, “hands off,” she grinned. 

Mark shed a tear late that night for Tammy. He marvelled at how his life had changed in the days since her death. In their last years together sex was a rare thing. 

Now he was like a bloody kid in a lolly shop. He grinned to himself as he thought what a lolly shop the golf club had turned out to be. 

“There are some real sweeties available.” 



Golf Club Wives Ch. 03



Mark woke with a start. Someone was in his room. He sat up and stared at the slim dark skinned girl. My god, he thought as she passed between the light from the window and his bed, there is nothing but woman under that shift.

Memories of last night came flooding back. He rubbed his semi hard cock and smiled. Shelia Jones a bubbly blonde from the golf club had entertained him behind the trees on the back lawn after asking if he would take this young Philippine woman as a live in maid.

Entertained was one way of describing how she had deep throated his cock while he played with her firm full tits. His cock lurched when he recalled how her husband had told him on the phone that she could take her time as he was going to bed. Shelia had taken more than her time leaving him still dazed at her urgency and enthusiasm.

He sat up and watched as the morning sun now streaming through his bedroom window highlighted the young maid's body. Her tiny shift left nothing to the imagination. Unaware of his scrutiny and the effect the light from the sun was having on her thin shift, she brought tea and toast on a tray to his bedside. 

"Its Ayaha isn't it?" he asked. "Yes master Mark" she replied meekly dropping her eyes. Mark was embarrassed. Jumping out of bed, he looked down into her face and smiled. "You don't have to bring me breakfast in bed; I like to come down to breakfast."

"Yes master, I will do what ever you want," Ayaha stood staring at him with her big black eyes. Mark realized he was only in his boxers and quickly took her shoulder to turn her away towards the door. 

As soon as his hand touched her body, he lost some of his anger. "You're very beautiful and I'm pleased to have you here in my home but you must stop this master talk immediately. I'm not your master and I don't want to be addressed like that." 

She moved close her breasts touching his chest. "Don't you want me?" she whispered. Before he could reply she started to cry." Now I have baby nobody wants me," she wailed. 

Unnerved by the feelings her tiny body was creating and upset by her tears he did the only thing he could think of and pulled her close. "Don't be silly," he whispered as her ran his hands up her back. "You're so beautiful any man couldn't say no to you." They stood silently for a minute as she slowly stopped crying. Then his cock lurched and stood up between them when he felt her lips touching his chest. He held his breath as her lips encircled his nipple and her teeth grazed it lightly.

Her lips sent tingles racing through his body. To his amazement, his cock after all the action it had experienced yesterday grew harder straining between their bodies. He was starting to tell her to go away but before he could his excitement branded him a liar. Then as he struggled to make up his mind Ayaha`s hands sought the top of his boxers and eased them down over his surging cock until they fell around his ankles.

Ayaha waited for Mark's reaction when she eased his boxers over his long hard cock. She had become depressed even thinking of taking her own life when she was deserted and left homeless with a tiny baby. Then last night Mrs. Jones had told her that she had found her a place as a maid with a local businessman who had just lost his wife in a tragic accident.

Mark had been very kind when she moved in but made it clear to Mrs. Jones that the arrangement was only temporary. During the night she had settled into the quarters he had provided and made up her mind to do anything short of prostitution to keep a roof over her babies head. The thought of seducing him to keep her job never crossed her mind but this morning she had spent some time studying his long hard body as he slept and realized how much she missed having a man in her life. 

Now she had let her desires take over. She wanted him. If he rejected her or misread her motives that was bad luck. She just wanted that long hard cock and she knew she would have to take the lead if they were to make love. Mark was also thinking as her hands started to massage his balls. Do I want this woman to give her self to me just so she can keep her job? Do I want a live in lover when I have so many offers from the golf club ladies? 

To both those questions he knew the answer should be no. All thoughts of doing the right think disappeared when his body let him down. Instead of stopping her as she dropped down and took his cock in her mouth he ran his hands through her hair and pulled her face onto his cock. "My god that's wonderful," he groaned. Ayaha raised her head to answer still holding his cock in her hands. She ran her tongue around its head. "Tell me what you like," she whispered. "I will do whatever you ask."

Mark knew what he would like. He lifted her tiny body up and laid her on his bed. "I want to fuck you," he growled as he stripped her tiny shift away. Giving her no time to reply he eased her legs apart and bent her legs pushing them back so her pussy lay exposed to his gaze. Then he decided to taste her glistening slit before they fucked. She groaned as he dropped his head down until his tongue could just touch her enlarged clit.

Mark felt her body buck as his tongue and finger parted her pussy lips. "My god you're a hot little thing," he groaned as he grabbed her hips pulling her close until his nose ran up to the top of her pussy. He groaned, "I love the scent of your lovely pussy." 

He was surprised when her hands pulled his head up." I want your cock in me," she cried. "I'm wet; we can kiss later, do me now." Mark smiled, nodding his head, he pushed hard and deep until his hard cock filled her pussy. She used her muscles to grip and hold him there forcing a gasp from his lips as he felt her body close around his cock. 

"Don't move," he cried when her body started to buck up from the bed. She stopped quickly but it was too late. Her movements had started an eruption that he could not stop as his cock pulsed and spewed spurt after spurt. Mark was disappointed that he had come so quickly. He tried to stay hard. As his cock kept pulsing. He prayed that it would stay hard but to no avail. His cock emptied its load and started to shrink. 

"I'm sorry love," he cried as his weakening cock slipped from her pussy. He was surprised when Ayaha did not seem at all concerned at his early ejaculation. He had quickly grown used to the demands of the golf club ladies and the high-powered sex from Sally. They would have been extremely disappointed at his poor performance and would have told him. Ayaha was the first woman he had experienced that seemed more interested in him than her own pleasure. She was intent on pleasuring him; intent on seeing that he was sexually satisfied. 

His heart beat slowed and his worries subsided when she cooed little words of love and continued to kiss and lick him all over. Meanwhile her fingers gently massaged his soft cock whispering quietly so he had to strain to hear her tell his cock how big and beautiful it was when soft. Her gentle loving had him on tenterhooks forcing him to hold his breath as he waited for her next move. Slowly ever so slowly her mouth moved down to nibble and suck on his balls. 

Instead of feeling guilty that he had come so quickly she made him feel elated as she whispered and stroked him telling him he was fabulous. "You make so much come it flooded and filled my pussy," she whispered. "You have a wonderful body so hard and firm. Your cock so big and long." She kissed him on the mouth her tongue caressing his working magic. She held his head looking into his eyes and sighed. "Just laying here in your arms is a dream come true for me." 

She did not speak again, her eyes closing as she caught her breath. When he asked if she was OK she replied. "I will always be OK in your bed. If you are happy to have me I am happy." Gradually he relaxed. He no longer felt guilty or embarrassed. His cock responded to her ministrations. It grew hard in her hand. "Kiss my breasts, finger me," she whispered.

He sucked on her breasts. She made kissing her breasts seem different. She used one hand to guide his head from breast to breast talking to him telling him how his tongue running lightly over her nipples was bringing her close to orgasm, "Now!" she whispered, "now! Its time, we must do it now." Slowly gently, she took control of his body until he felt as though he was in a dream. They rolled over together until he was in her and she was on top. 

Then suddenly she grunted and mewed, her body told him she was ready to come. That knowledge caused his body to tingle and shudder as his cock once more erupted and they both melted into a convulsion of love. Mark was amazed. He could not believe the amount of come her pussy milked from his cock. He seemed to spurt and flow forever responding to her body her hands and her kisses. 

They lay together on the bed as their heart beats slowed and they regained their breath. In the quiet, they both spoke at once, "that was fantastic, you were mind blowing, thank you," their words jumbled together until they lay back laughing. 

The noisy ring of the bedside phone interrupted their gentle slow appreciation of each other's body.

"Answer it," she whispered, as she left the bed gathered her dress and ran off to the kitchen. 

"Where are you," a quiet voice asked. 

"Having breakfast in bed," Mark answered as he tried to work out who it was. 

"You don't remember me do you?" She asked.

"Its Madeline, the early morning golfer." he whispered,

"That's nice," she laughed. "I didn't think you would remember me."

"I never forget a pretty face," he replied.

Madeline burst out laughing, "I hope your golf swing is as smooth as your line. I rang to ask you to join me on the back nine. I am on my way. Think it over, I will wait exactly thirty minutes then play on. Are you coming?"

"I'll be there," he groaned as he jumped in the shower.

Mark found their morning both challenging and rewarding. Madeline was one of the clubs top lady golfers. She was tall and very fit. Her shorts displayed long legs that were brown and tanned; she did not carry an ounce of extra fat. From the tenth tee she set a fast pace, making Mark keep up as they played the back nine holes. 

Walking behind her, he noticed that her thighs were big and hard making her look a little small on top even though her breasts looked substantial. 

She wore no makeup, her hair tied back. He smiled; she was good looking but obviously did not try to highlight her looks.

Back in the clubhouse, she asked for a cup of tea when Mark ordered a scotch. She looked him over. "I can see why you won the club championships years ago. You will not need much to hit the top again. Most of the golfers here are social players. They join more for business and pleasure than golf. I play nearly every morning. Join me if you like. Just give me a ring the night before."

He kissed her in the car park. After the lack of any sexual byplay during the round of Golf, he was delighted when her tongue entered his mouth. She kissed him thoroughly. Her hands moving down his back to pull him close.

"Hmmm, very nice," she whispered as she looked around to see if anyone was watching. "You will make a great playing partner." 

After arranging to meet the next day, Mark headed into town to his office. He was delighted when Sally was all business. You would never have know from the way she met him and brought him the papers he needed that they had tried to fuck each other to death less than 24 hours earlier. 

My god she is beautiful, he thought as he watched her work. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. She wore a white top that hugged her large breasts. It left a bare patch of skin between the top and a close fitting light blue pair of slacks. No panty lines or bra straps interfered with the smooth horny view of a great body.

As he sat and watched Sally, he thought of the cardinal rule. Don't mix business with pleasure. He had already broken that cardinal rule with Sally his personal assistant. She had caught him when he was at his weakest point. Her blatant sexuality had made him so horny that he had not even stopped to consider his rules. Now he had added to his problem by sleeping with his new maid.

He leant back in his chair and smiled as he thought of Ayaha. She was different in many ways to the ladies from the golf club.

He swung his feet up on the desk and gave his cock a rub as he recalled their time together this morning. She had drained his cock twice in less than half an hour with her gentle kind lovemaking. 

He dropped his hand from his cock when Sally walked past and leered at him. Sally had used his body for her enjoyment she had ridden him and ate him with an enthusiasm that had overwhelmed him. Sally was the ultimate sex machine. Even though Ayaha was not as beautiful or as exciting, she was in some ways far more satisfying more loving. His cock grew hard as he thought of her.

He looked up when the door clicked shut. "I hope you were thinking of me while you were rubbing that thing," Sally whispered as she stood in the doorway and shed her top. Mark gasped when her breasts sprung free. Her young hard blonde body was magnificent. Her breasts were perfect their natural beauty made them look much better than many of the plastic giants that graced the pages of girlie magazines. They were large and firm, no tan lines marred their perfect surface. Her nipples stood out like golf tees making his mouth water. 

Sally stood with her hands on her hips. "All work and no play makes Mark a dull boy," she whispered sexily as she ran her tongue out over her lips. He watched in awe, his breath starting to tighten as her fingers found the zip on the side of her skintight light blue slacks. Running the zip down she raised her arms high above her head and shimmied, her body moving like a Middle Eastern belly dancer.

Mark stared as the light blue cloth slowly slid down over her hips at first giving tantalizing glimpses of her shaven pussy then allowing him a full view of those heavy pussy lips wedged between her long tanned thighs. He could hear his breathing growing ragged. His heart was beating faster and faster. This was the ultimate sex machine the ultimate tease, Sally was a walking horn maker.

"I have always wanted to do it on a desk," she whispered as she moved around now dressed only in her high heels. She pushed his chair back the rollers carrying him away from the desk. Then she stepped in and bent over the desk her legs apart. Slowly she laid the top of her body down squashing her breasts moving her legs so her pussy was on display. She looked back and whispered, "Fuck me on your desk big boy." 

Mark did not take the time to undress. He just unzipped his fly before moving to stand behind her and ram his cock home. He heard the wind rush from her lungs as he pounded her hard. He kept pounding grunting as he tried to make her cry out. She did not complain, she was wheezing and groaning urging him on. 

"Come on," she growled. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Ram that big cock home and fill me." He bent his knees, grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. Her body rode up higher on the desk as the desk started to move under his assault. "Fuck this stupid desk," she moaned trying to hold it steady. Mark took no notice he kept on battering her body his stomach bashing against her back as his knees felt weak and his balls started to tighten.

This wasn't making love. This was a challenge, a fight to see who came first and he was not about to give in. Sally was urging him on, trying to raise and push her body back to get more and more of his cock. He started to notice little things as his mind wondered. They were covered in sweat. Sweat dropped from his brow onto her back and ran down the groove of her back. His mind was playing tricks.

Then Sally started to scream. "Yes, oh yes, I'm coming. Fuck me you bastard. Don't stop, keep going, and fill me now." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Shut up," he cried. "People will hear you." Then all worries about people hearing were forgotten as he felt her body respond. His balls tightened and he heaved a sigh as he felt her shudder and come.

They slumped together on the desk breathing heavy gasping and groaning. Mark lay on her back his cock still leaking into her pussy. He slipped his hand down to touch her clit that stood out like a little prick. His finger grazed it lightly and she came again. This time she groaned. "No, no more," as his finger returned to touch her lightly. She tried to lift her body but could not under his weight "Oh hell," she groaned. "Let me up, that was awesome."

Mark made his way to the golf club before heading home. At the club, Shelia Jones collared him as he entered the bar. "How is Ayaha settling in," she asked when they were joined by Madam President. When she left, Shelia whispered. "That was lovely last night. I will call again tonight to see if Ayaha needs anything." She winked and licked her lips. "Make sure you stay home."

At home, Ayaha had an excellent meal ready. She hovered around keeping out of his way. He wondered what was up but didn't try anything leaving it to her to sort out her problems. Finally, he had to call her so he could tell how pleased he was with the meal and the work she had done cleaning up the house. "Thank you Master Mark," she whispered. "I am glad you are happy I am very happy here."

He watched her as she cleared the table and cleaned up. She was only about five foot four very petite with as he knew from experience a perfectly formed tiny dark skinned body. She noticed him watching and moved so that he could look at her. She had a delicate way of moving that highlighted her tiny figure. He was growing horny when he heard a knock on the door.

Ayaha slipped away to leave him with Shelia Jones. Shelia kissed him her teeth holding his lip, "let me talk to Ayaha and I'll be back," she whispered. I can't stay long my husband wants to go out tonight." 

He had moved into his den when she returned. "Thank you for giving Ayala a home she seems quite relaxed," she whispered as she kissed him this time more thoroughly more hungrily.

"I don't have much time, we will have to hurry," she groaned as she stripped off her clothes and turned to him. "Come on I want a quick fuck before I go."

She pushed him down on the floor of the den and pulled his pants off over his shoes. Her eyes lit up when she spied his hard cock. "Oh my, I think it's bigger than I remembered. You weren't behind the door when they handed out the big ones were you," she laughed as she jumped on him and raised her body over his cock. 

"Let me do it," she cried when he tried to help. Slowly she settled down until his cock was deep inside her pulsating pussy. She pushed her body back so his cock was bent yet firm inside and then started to ride him faster and faster. "Oh my god you're big. I think you could split me in two," she moaned as he arched his back and pushed up to meet her downward thrusts. Their hands were all over each other finally finding each other's breasts. "Play with them," she moaned as she pinched his nipples.

Mark was growing near to a climax when he noticed a movement at the door of the den. Looking over he saw Ayaha`s face, her eyes staring at the couple on the floor as she closed the door. Knowing she was watching made him feel guilty but his cock responded differently as it started to surge and pulse. "I'm going to come," he groaned as he felt his juice flood from his balls up his cock.

His words spurred Shelia to greater efforts. Her body bounced up and down slapping against his, whilst her hands pinched and pulled his nipples. "Oh shit," she groaned as her body slowed and shuddered. "I needed that." 

Once she came, she was all business. She climbed off, dressed and kissed him. "I have to go, my husbands waiting in the car," she cried as she ran out the door. Mark was stunned Shelia Jones had left her bloody husband waiting in the car while she fucked him. The club pro`s wife had fucked him in their shop while her husband was coaching outside. Even the police commissioner's wife was looking for a fling. He shook his head. "I'll have to be careful with these crazy wives or I'll have one of their bloody husbands shoot me." 




Golf Club Wives Ch. 03



Shelia Jones had left him lying nude on the floor. He had laid there after she left trying to piece together the things that had happened to him in recent days. He looked up in surprise when the door opened and Ayaha came in with a warm wet towel. Before he could do anything, she knelt beside him and started to wash his 

Body. 

Mark looked at her trying to tell if she was angry or jealous. She avoided looking into his eyes studiously washing and cleaning his belly, then his balls and cock. Her touch was soft and gentle not sexual but cleaning him up as a mother would clean up a baby.

He was over come with a feeling of love for this young woman. He ran his hands up her back and stroked her lightly, feeling her move closer at his touch. He had in the space of twenty-four hours grown attached to Ayaha. She was not only exciting in bed but was a good cook and kept his house in good order. 

He had agonized over her living in his home even with her own separate quarters but could not make up his mind what to do. By the simple act of caring for him no matter what he had done, she had got to him as no woman had done before. As her hands caressed his cock, he decided they should talk. 

"Listen sweetie, you have come into my life when I am going through a terrific period of change. I was married for years to a woman who grew cold and indifferent to sex. She was leaving me when she was killed in a car accident. Suddenly I found myself free again and a number of women some of them married have made offers that include casual sexual flings. I must admit I am enjoying the favors of those women"

She did not say a word so he continued. "On the night Mrs. Jones came to ask would I take you on as a maid and offer you and your baby a home, we had sex in the garden while you were moving into your quarters. You saw what happened when she came back again today"

"I cannot promise you that you will be the only woman in my life because I am enjoying my newfound freedom. What I can promise is that I will not let you see me again as you did today." He lifted her shift and pulled it over her head then removed her panties leaving her nude on the floor. He waited a moment to see if she would object to having sex with him when he had just had sex with Shelia Jones.

He kissed her and breathed a sigh of relief when her mouth opened to accept his tongue. He continued to kiss her as he ran his hands over her breasts and down over her stomach. His face followed his hands. His tongue slowed to play with her belly button before continuing on to caress near her pussy.

She gasped when he pushed a finger into her pussy. She knew she was wet her pussy welcoming his intrusion. She felt Mark growing harder and harder in her hands. She moved her body to accommodate him. "You want to make love?" she asked.

Mark looked up into her eyes. "Yes I want to make love with you," he groaned. "Let's get out of here. I want you in my bed like we were this morning." In his bedroom she took over, making him lie back as she knelt beside him and told him she was going to kiss him all over.

Her kisses were wonderful. The combination of her kisses and her ever so light stroking hands relaxed Mark until he nearly went to sleep. She sucked his toes kissing up his legs all around his highly excited cock without touching it. Then she moved on up to his breasts where she spent some time pulling his nipples out with her lips and the edge of her teeth. Mark was no longer relaxed she had

set him on fire. 

"Come on," he whispered. "Let's do it." Ayaha did not answer moving to kiss his mouth closing off his words. She bit his lower lip lightly then her tiny mouth covered his as her tongue struggled to reach down his throat in an in an out fucking movement.

Mark could feel his juices getting ready to explode. He didn't want to come quickly as he had done this morning. But he knew that that would be the result if she continued to tease and titillate his senses as she had done for the last half hour. "Please sweetheart," he moaned. "Don't tease me any more I want you now."

Ayaha heard and felt the urgency in him. She slid her tiny body over his and whispered, "Put it in," 

"Thank you," he groaned as he held his cock upright so she could lower her body and accept him. "My god you are so beautiful," he whispered as he felt his cock fill her pussy. She pushed her body upright and sat looking at him moving the muscles of her pussy massaging his cock. Her hands came up and stroked his face. "We made for each other," she whispered as she slowly started to move.

Mark marveled at how her pussy felt as she rode him quietly. Her body rising ever so slowly until he though they would loose contact, then at the last minute she would drop back and engulf his cock in her tight warm hole. She watched his face as she repeated these strokes over and over until he realized that she knew exactly when to stop exactly what he needed to slow his responses.

She took his hand, wet his fingers in her mouth and rubbed it around on the top of her pussy. "Feel my little man," she whispered. "You have made him very excited." He sensed then felt the hard nub of her clit. Her body flinched when he touched it. Her breath became ragged when he stroked it. Her eyes closed. Her body shuddered. Her hands gripped his hips.

"Oh yes," she cried. "Oh yes," Mark could not take his eyes off her. He loved the look on her face as she started to come. His cock felt as though it would burst when he felt and saw the little jolts passing throughout her body. He could not control himself any longer he spurted up joining her as their bodies crashed together. They lay in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs as they regained their breaths and their senses. "You make love very lovely," she whispered as she kissed his chest. "Ayaha never felt like this before." 

"Neither have I," he groaned.

Madeline was waiting at the golf club. She looked different. Mark studied her as he followed her to the tee. She was wearing a little make up today. Her shorts were tighter across her rear and her top shirt buttons were open showing tantalizing glimpses of a breast covered in freckles. "What are you looking at?" she asked when she spied him staring. He smiled deciding to be cheeky. "I noticed the freckles on your chest and was wondering if they cover other parts of your body." 

She raised an eyebrow, "that's for me to know and you to find out," she laughed as she hit her drive far down the fairway. They played three holes Mark flirting suggestively every time they met on the tee or the green. "I am surprised that nobody's around on the back nine in the morning," he said as they approached the thirteenth tee.

Madeline looked at him with a strange smile, "I rarely see anyone out here. This hole takes you far away from the clubhouse. It's so peaceful and quiet down in that gully you wouldn't believe you are in the city."

She looked back to see him studying her body. "You are supposed to keep your eye on the ball," she giggled as she drove far off into the rough. "You're making it hard," he laughed as he hit his ball down the fairway. He walked a few steps away from her then called," Would you like me to help find your ball it went well down into the gully amongst the trees?"

She flicked her hair back off her face and smiled as she looked at him closely. "That would be lovely." 

When they reached the trees, she started to hurry. " its no use dragging all our gear in there Lets put our bags over here out of the way it will leave our hands free". In her hurry, she tripped over a large tuft of grass and fell to her knees .Mark grabbed her around the waist as he helped her regain her feet. "Thank you," she whispered as she turned to kiss him. The kiss grew in intensity as they held each other close. "That was nice," she whispered, "You could help me up anytime."

"Helping you up is not all I would like to be doing," Mark replied as his cock grew hard in his pants.

She arched one eyebrow. "Oh yes," she whispered. "What else would you like to do?" 

"You," he replied as he ran his hands up to fondle her breasts. 

She groaned. "We can't I am married." 

"You are beautiful," he whispered his hands opening her shirt and lifting her breast out of her bra.

"We shouldn't," she groaned her head resting on his shoulder. His finger rolled her nipples making her groan, 

"Someone will see," she whispered

He backed her up against a tree. "No they won't. you told me yourself that no one comes down here." 

Against the tree, he let one hand fall down to her shorts. "Where's the zip?" he growled. 

"Oh!" she whispered, "we can't."

Mark ran his hand up the leg and squeezed her pussy from the outside. "Where's the zip?" 

"I don't have a zip only buttons," she whispered

"My god you're a horny devil," she moaned when she felt his hands on her belt and buttons.

He kissed her mouth shut. The intensity of his kisses melted some of her resistance. She kissed him back while his hand worked on the belt and buttons. She moaned, "oh my god no," when she felt the cold air on her stomach as her shorts started to slip down. 

"This is crazy," she cried. "We will be caught. We cannot do it here on the golf course." 

Mark's hand pulled her thong to one side and found the trim hair of her pussy. "You're wet. You want it as much as I do." 

As he spoke he looked deep into her eyes. She was flushed, her eyes staring slightly out of focus. He slid two fingers inside her pussy lips and moved them in and out slowly. 

Madeline had held her legs together until his fingers opened her pussy lips. "We shouldn't," she groaned in a last feeble attempt as Mark lifted her up against the tree and lowered her on to his cock.

"My god," she whispered, "it's too big." 

He lifted her body and allowed it to slide down again until his cock completely filled her pussy. She bit his neck as she gave in to her feelings and whispered, "This is madness," Nevertheless she started to move her pussy on his cock.

Mark knew that he would not have the strength to hold her up off the ground and fuck her for too long. He lifted her up and down as she rode his cock. He looked at her face she was staring at him her tongue licking her lips. "Oh Mark" she whispered, "I knew it would be beautiful. We shouldn't do this, but I wanted it and you knew didn't you? You devil."

He bounced her hard bumping the breath out of her lungs. She moaned "that's beautiful beautiful." His legs and arms were tired. He was gasping for breath when he came flooding her pussy. "Oh hell," he cried as his senses cleared and he felt every sensation even feeling his come running back down his leg.

Madeline was not finished she hung on his neck and bucked against his cock. "More," she groaned, "more." but he could not give her more. He slid to the ground pulling her with him. 

On the ground, he pushed her down on her back, pulled her wet thong down her legs and fell to his knees. He had felt her shudder and buck at least twice as she rode his cock and figured that they were little mini orgasms He suspected that she had been ready to come when his legs gave out. He felt disappointed that he had been unable to answer her cry of more. 

He looked down at her heaving body. It was beautiful and he told her so. Her pussy shone in a beam of light through the trees it was wet with his come, its lips open. Spying the little hard button of her clit, he leant down and kissed it. 

Madeline's legs immediately closed around his ears. "What. What are you doing?" she stuttered. She had read about oral sex and blowjobs but never in her lifetime had she had anyone kiss her pussy. Many had fingered it but none had kissed it. She pushed herself up so she could look down at Mark as his head bobbed between her legs. Then his tongue grazed her now erect clit taking her breath away. "My," she whispered as she lost control. Forgetting what she was going to say she let herself slump back. 

Mark feeling the intensity of her reaction inserted one finger then another then a third while his tongue kept circling her clit. Her body trembled. Her hands became sweaty. Her mouth was dry. She was in a sexual daze. She tried to tell him how she felt but could only muster two words "That's lovely." 

In the midst of all this Marks tongue stopped teasing her clit. His face left her pussy as he looked up at her. "Don't stop, don't you dare. I love it "she cried grabbing his head and holding it while she arched her back and pushed her pussy into his face. "Thank you, oh thank you," she moaned as his lips enclosed her clit and sucked it, pulling back and stretching it before returning so his tongue could lick her clit like a young boy licking a melting ice cream.

She gathered her thoughts while his tongue set her pussy on fire. For the first time she realized that he was finger fucking her like the boys used to do in the back seat of their cars. Her body was responding moving in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Her stomach seemed to tighten as a series of mild spasm hit her and then she came. She tried to sit up but she came and kept coming. She was too weak to say or do anything slipping back her mind in a daze.

Mark was the first to move he pushed himself up so he could look at her. Her face was flushed her hair tousled she was covered in sweat but she looked wonderful. "For a lady that said we shouldn't that was one awesome orgasm," he whispered as he drew her up and held her close.

They dressed slowly kissing and stroking each other still spent from their love making. "I'll never be able to play this hole without thinking of you," she whispered as she struggled to pull up her shorts, "The thirteenth is not the only hole I'll remember," he laughed as his hands pushed her shorts down and he dropped to his knees to kiss her pussy once more.

Madeline went straight to her car when they completed their round telling him to shower at the club before he went to work. "You smell of sex," she whispered. "It's a lovely smell but not one that the girls in the office should smell at this hour. Let's play again tomorrow," she cried as she waved goodbye.

It was ten o'clock by the time Mark showered and changed. He was leaving the clubhouse when he noticed the police commissioner coming up the stairs. Mark tried to avoid him but he called Mark over. "We have a police meeting here today," he explained as he introduced Mark to several visiting police officers. Before Mark could leave, he asked Mark if he could do him a favor. 

Unable to escape, Mark offered to help if he could. "Tomorrow night there is a charity dinner and dance in town and I will have to miss it, as I have to entertain these visiting officers. I promised to help my wife and her committee with the arrangements. Could you give her a ring and see if there is anything you can do to help. If you can help me out I will be in your debt." He winked now talking loud enough that all could hear. "It's always smart to have the police on side." The visitors all agreed laughing as they left.

At work, Sally was subdued. "Some of the girls heard us yesterday," she told him as soon as they were alone. Mark laughed, "What did they say?" 

He was surprised to see Sally blush. "I denied it but they repeated what I cried out when we were coming. Something like fuck me you bastard."

"Well it's not the end of the world," Mark laughed, " admit nothing, just deny it was us and they will forget it a few days." Sally squealed, "You're wonderful I thought you would be mad. I thought you might have to fire me."

She closed the door and moved over to his desk, "can I make it up to you." Before he could think of the consequences, he replied, "what did you have in mind?"

"Just a little blow job before lunch," she` grinned her hand rubbing over his hard cock. 

Mark laughed, "Your incorrigible. I think we had better behave. Why don't you get me the police commissioner's wife on the phone?"

Sally was back in minutes. "I have the Commissioners wife on her mobile," she said as she handed him the phone. Mark explained the reason for his call asking could he help in any way. "I'm at a meeting next door it's just started," Stella replied. I'll drop over to your office when we finish."

Sally had been listening in on the call. "The meetings just started we have tons of time," she whispered as she moved over to push him backing in his seat. On her knees with his pants undone she looked up at him smiling wickedly. "That old skinny bitch will never learn to suck cock like this."



Golf Club Wives Ch. 04



Mark could not believe how his life had changed since his wife died. In his teenage years he fantasized and dreamt of a life where he would have many horny women lusting after his body. Reality had been far different to those teenage dreams until his wife died in that lonely car accident. 

He smiled at himself in the mirror as he looked for evidence of Sally's love bites. Even in those teenage dreams and fantasies he had never dreamt of a sex life like the one he had been enjoying in recent weeks.

He ran his hands down over his flat belly to his half hard cock. Giving it a rub he smiled when it was hard within seconds. As he stroked his cock he wondered if he was kidding himself when he believed he was becoming a better lover as the days went by. With a variety of sex sessions at least three times a day he rationalized that both his stamina and technique had improved. 

Knowing that there was a ton of available pussy he had became more relaxed spending more time orally setting out to pleasure his lovers. He loved kissing and fingering pussy so much that his every waking moment seemed to be filled with dreams of excited pussies. 

H grew to love the favors the women bestowed upon him. To his mind there was no greater favor a woman could do for a man than to surrender her body to a man's hands tongue and cock. He went to bed each night recalling the sights smells touch and taste of his beautiful companions. 

Along with his new found sexual pot of gold Mark's attitude to his business changed. He realized that he had become a workaholic neglecting everything for his businesses. Looking for a way to spend less time at the office and on the job he asked Sally to bring him the company's books. He was delighted and a little surprised when she offered to help. 

His mates laughed when he told them he could not join them for a drink because he was being briefed by Sally. They lusted after Sally's fantastic body drooling over her tits and her long legs never realizing or accepting that she had a brain. Their coarse suggestions of what a briefing by Sally might entail rang in his ears that evening as he studied Sally's magnificent body while she laid out the books for his inspection.

Sally surprised him with her knowledge of the companies operations. She briefed him fully providing detailed answers to his every question. She was so professional so precise that he could have been excused from thinking it was some one else if his eyes weren't drawn to her perfect tits, her flat white stomach and the curves of her backside displayed in an outfit that obviously did not include a bra or panties. 

Despite her dress Sally was all business. Gone was the girl whose cries during a passionate session on his office desk had been heard by the general office staff. Gone was the girl who welcomed him by dropping to her knees and giving him a blow job every morning in the office. In her place was this super efficient businesswoman with a perfect honed and displayed body. 

She recommended that he take a few days visiting his stores and study the way the staff went about their work. "You have some great people working for you just give them a chance and they'll grow the business," she told him as she kissed him and pushed him out the door. 

It did not take him long to realize that Sally's assessment of the company workforce and management was correct. In fact everything she had told him about the business had been spot on forcing him to look at her in a different light. 

Working back at night with Sally going over the accounts and talking of his plans for expansion he slowly realized that she was not the empty headed blonde bimbo his mates lusted after but a smart hard headed intelligent businesswoman.

He found himself thinking more and more about Sally She was a chameleon changing to suit the circumstance. During the day in the office she acted as though their evenings together talking business had never happened. She reverted to the role of a beautiful sexy personal assistant. In the evening she was his lover and business confidant. 

He lay in her arms on the office floor late one evening recovering from an enthusiastic and thorough sucking and massaging of his now limp cock and told her he was going to announce next day that he was promoting her to be his assistant manager.

She reacted by bursting into tears. "You can't," she cried. "I can never be a boss you know they don't respect me, they call me a bimbo." Mark pulled her close wiped a tear from her cheek and kissed her lips lightly. "You are bloody amazing. I think you want people to believe you are a bimbo. Why do you act like the dumb blonde we all joke about when you are so smart."

Sally eyes were still full of tears when she spoke. "From my first days at school everyone reacted to my beauty. It became natural to respond to their attention by dressing and acting in a way that made me the most popular girl in the school." 

"I had no one to help me after my mother ran off with another man. My father was a no hoper and a drunk. He used to call my body a honey pot. He told me many times to forget my studies and marry a millionaire. All through college teachers and class mates only wanted to get into my pants. No one showed any interest in what I thought and what I could do. In the end I just accepted that was my role in life."

Holding her in his arms he whispered, "Look sweetheart being beautiful is not a negative. If you dress to show your tits and your butt and do nothing to prove how smart you are, you play into the hands of those who love to put people down."

"From now on we must show people how smart you are. You are not going to give them any excuse; you are going to force the knockers and doubters to admit they were wrong. When they realize that you are both smart and beautiful they will want to suck up to you because of your power and influence not because of the size of your tits or the curve of your arse." 

Mark kissed her, and very deliberately ran his hands up over her firm hard breasts. He tweaked her nipples, "You are beautiful and you are smart. Don't worry you will be a great manager it wont be long before they get to know the real you, in the meantime I don't want to forget the old Sally" 

They lay together kissing and stroking one another until he pushed her away letting her fall back on the maroon office carpet. He told her to be quiet as he knelt back on his knees studying her pearly white body. He studied her for a few minutes then groaned, "Oh shit you're just too much," 

Sally tried to sit up, "what's up?" she cried. Mark smiled "I had made up my mind to end our relationship tonight. I wanted you to prove yourself without my backing. You will have to forgive me sweetheart but I can't keep my hands off you." He kissed her on each cheek and whispered, "You are fantastic. When he stopped kissing her his eyes were full of lust, his voice loud in the quiet of the room. "You are fucking magnificent. I am going to fuck you till you scream for more and then I am going to fuck you again and again we won't go home tonight." 

Sally groaned as he ran his hands up her legs and worked his fingers until they entered her warm wet hole. She didn't respond for a minute relaxing quietly enjoying the feel of his fingers on her clit. Then she moved quickly. Taking him by surprise she reached up and pulled him back down beside her. "You're forgiven," she giggled as she kissed him, her lips closing over his allowing her teeth to nibble on his tongue. He did not think of objecting when she took his cock and fed it into her receptive pussy. 

He did not object but Mark wanted to explain his feelings. He was starting to speak when she slapped him and growled, "Shut up and fuck me." Their resultant coupling was near violent as they rammed together neither expecting nor wanting to hold back the flow of passion that ignited their bodies.

Sally seemed to loose control she was groaning and pushing her body up off the floor working her clit on his cock when she let out a wild howl and swung her legs up around his butt screaming, "Oh yes please, yes please, fuck me sweetheart, that's good, oh my god that's good," Her words growing louder but harder to understand as she bucked her body wildly. "oh oh oh," she grunted and yelled in time with the slaps of their bodies." 

Alarmed by the noise she was making Mark fought hard struggling to keep his cock in her violently moving pussy. His mind was so focused on the way Sally was screaming and yelling he was startled when he felt the heel of her stilettos dig in to his skin. The tip of the heel did to Mark what a spur does to a horse. Spurred on by her jabbing heels he sped up driving his cock harder and faster into her bucking pussy.

Sally was semi delirious, she laughed out loud her mouth wide open emitting cries of joy each time his big cock hit the back of her pussy. She loved it when Mark responded to her wild side and rode her roughly. He's everything I want in a lover she thought as she gripped the cheeks of his strong brown arse and moved her body to accommodate him. 

Then she caught her breath and grabbed him as she felt his body start to stiffen. She heard his moans and realized he was about to come. "Keep going; don't stop," she cried. "Just a little more, I need more," she moaned as she pushed her body up so his cock could massage her clit. 

Then she felt that wonderful feeling of release that accompanied her orgasms. . "Oh yes that's it," she cried as she felt the warm flood and the change that accompanied it flow through her system. "Yes," she groaned, "oh yes." 

Time seemed to stop still as they lay panting together on the office floor. Both were silenced consumed by the memories of a mating that was more like war than love yet gave them both a lasting memory of those fabulous moments when they came together. Mark was the first to speak. He kissed her on the cheek. "You're fabulous, what you do to me is so wonderful I cannot find the right words to tell you how I feel." 

Caressing her lightly he continued. "There is no one in this town that comes anywhere near close to you. There is no one in this town with a body that could match yours." He laughed, "No one in this town can make me come as many times in one evening." His words broke the spell they struggled to regain it but it had been lost. 

Sitting up he told her to dress. "When I tell people that you are to be my Assistant Manager they are going to believe you got the job through your pussy. I am sending you home early, tonight is an end, and tomorrow is a beginning." He smiled and shook his head when she went to kiss him." 

"Sweetheart this is the day when we draw a line in the sand, no more blonde jokes no more bimbo stories. You are being promoted because of your brain not your pussy. Tomorrow I want you to turn up to my announcement in a business suit. Not too conservative but stylish showing a lot of class not a lot of arse." 

"In future you won't have to dress to excite men. If you want to make a man so excited he can't do without you, you won't have to look any further than me. What you need now is to rub the noses of those smart arses that have put you down in the dirt. If I am right you will prove by your results that you have the brains and the balls to be a top boss. If I am wrong we will both become laughing stock." 

As they dressed he went on, "We will have to be careful, no more screwing in the office. No more blow jobs for lunch. We will be very discreet. No one must be allowed to point to your personal sexual connection with me again until we show them what you can do."

As expected Sally's promotion caused a stir. The jokes went on for days they were nasty and hurt Mark when he realized they were really putting shit on both Sally and him. Many of his friends privately and publicly questioned his judgment. Others just nodded their heads in agreement with the sly barbs about Sally fucking her way to the top. 

Gradually Sally started to make changes as she recognized and promoted the talent in their workforce. She gained a reputation for listening to the local managers and giving staff more freedom to act independently. The bottom line improved, staff morale improved, her management style was working. 

As things improved Mark heard less criticism of her appointment. Staff at his supermarkets and discount stores started telling everyone what a difference Sally had made. They were genuinely impressed and told anyone who was willing to listen. 

While the attitude to Sally changed Mark was still the butt of sexist jokes at the golf club bar. It was generally accepted that while Sally had succeeded he had been lucky when he let his love of her pussy lead him to appoint her in the first place.

Mark strolled into the club bar one evening in time to hear Jack say quite loudly so all could hear, "he's too bloody smart to hand his business over to an air head. She must have shown him something other than a hyperactive cunt." 

"I think the pussy stories are just shit. There is a ton of married cunt available in this club and Mark is single and available. I'm told Sally is starting to score a few runs so I would wait and see before you dickheads go too far with your shit. Remember he still is the owner of the largest supermarket and discount chain in our state. He didn't do that by letting his cock rule his head."

Jack spied Mark standing at the back "He's here now if any of you shit heads want to bag him do it to his face or just shut up." Jacks outburst put an end to the smirking and nudges when Mark entered the club bar. 

With Sally taking over more and more of his work each day Marks new found freedom gave him time to spend hours on the golf course. He worked on his game dramatically reducing his handicap as his fitness improved and his old skills returned. His name appeared on the winner's board so often that he became the one to beat in the social competitions both midweek and on the weekends.

At the urging of the club committee he decided to enter competitions in nearby towns traveling with club members and their wives to compete in every amateur tournament within a couple of hundred miles. 

Mark was surprised and disappointed when Madeline brought three young girls along to join them on their regular early morning hit out. She had become so keen on their early morning trysts that they had by constant use flattened a patch of grass hidden from the world amongst the far trees on the thirteenth fairway. 

Each morning when they reached the woods on the thirteenth they hid their bags and slipped quietly through the trees. No words were exchanged before Madeline stripped her clothes away and sank back on the grass. "Kiss me sweetheart," she would cry as she spread her legs and licked her lips in anticipation. 

Mark would take his time knowing that it would only take minutes from the time his tongue started licking her pussy until Madeline screamed and came. He loved the way she pushed her pussy up into his face and screamed his name as her cum pulsed from her pussy. It made him extremely proud to think he was the first to bring her off this way and gave him a buzz for the rest of the morning.

No fun on the thirteenth today Mark thought as Madeline introduced the girls. "My daughter Rae and her friends Simone and Rebecca want to play for their school in the inter school golf championships. I told her you were the best golfer in our club." She blushed and stammered, "Rae knows how I have improved since I started playing with you. She asked if they could come along this morning to meet you."

Madeline's daughter was the best golfer of the three; she was also an outrageous flirt. She teased him about the mornings he spent with her mother complaining loudly that she had to make her own breakfast now that Mummy took so much time getting ready to rush off and meet Mark each morning.

Rae went out of her way to rub against him at every opportunity asking him to stand close behind her and hold her hands as she practiced putting. When ever he did she rubbed her hard young butt back against his groin grinning when his cock stirred. Before long her two friends started to compete with her for his attention their actions becoming more outrageous at each green until Mark was pleased to reach the final hole. 

"I'm sorry," Madeline whispered when they were far enough away for the girls not to hear. "I can't believe how bad they have been. Mark squeezed her hand, "don't bring them again, I will coach them each afternoon after school, lets keep our mornings to ourselves." 

Making sure he spoke loud enough for all to hear he called to Madeline, "that was fun. The girls are a cheeky mob of young buggers. They've been flirting and teasing me all morning." He winked so only Madeline could see, "are they old enough to deliver if someone took up their challenge?" 

Before her mother could answer Rae signaled to her mates to be quiet and called, "we are old enough if you're good enough. Could you handle three young ladies old man?" Madeline called a halt, "that's enough," she ordered as she turned to Mark, "they are old enough they have to be eighteen to enter the inter school golf tournaments." 

Mark drove to work disappointed at how the morning had turned out. He had grown used to his session amongst the trees with Madeline more so now that Sally was all business at work. "What a bloody start to the day,' he groaned as he stepped out of the lift. 

"My god that doesn't sound too good." Sally said as she heard his groans. "I was just going to say how wonderful it is to see you when I heard you grumbling. Come into my office and let me make you some coffee." 

Mark followed her, quietly admiring her tight black skirt and the movement of her backside remembering the times he had stroked those wonderful thighs and kissed that fabulous arse. Sally turned and smiled when she caught his eyes, "what are you doing in the office. You never come in these days."

Mark slumped on the lounge while Sally made coffee. He watched her move around the room thinking how stupid he had been to turn her from his sexual plaything into his business manager. "I've created my own bloody monster." he groaned as his cock struggled to stand up in his jocks. 

"What did you say?" Sally called making him realize that he had spoken aloud what had meant to be his private thoughts. "I miss you," he stammered before Sally cut him short. "I heard you, you shit. You called me a monster, you're the bloody monster. It's your fault that I'm so bloody horny I could cry. It was your stupid idea for us to stay away from each other. So don't bloody blame me you shit, it's your fault." 

She wheeled around to confront him as he stood up. Before she could do anything he moved in close and kissed her. "Shut up you silly bitch, I did it for your own good," he cried when his kisses silenced her. Sally wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, "don't call me a bitch," she whispered, "be nice." 

Her warm lips and soft body was all Mark needed to make him change his mind about their business relationship. "Stuff the office politics. I don't care who knows. I want you," he growled as he carried her over to the lounge. He kissed her long and hard then gently laid her down, "get your clothes off while I fix the door." he ordered. 

Sally was only too pleased to do as she was told she wanted Mark so bad she was not interested in her reputation or her job. She stood up so he could watch her undress. "Is this what you want to see?" she called as she stripped her bra away and her breasts broke free. 

Mark did not need an invitation he stroked the hard lump in his pants as he watched her undress. His voice was calm but firm as he spoke on the phone. "Hold all calls and visitors we want to be alone," he growled as he hung up. "My god you are magnificent he moaned as he watched her skirt hit the floor, "I don't care who knows it I am going to have you here in the office they can bloody watch if they like."



Golf Club Wives Ch. 05



Simone threw herself down on the settee. "I'm bloody sick of being pawed by the local jocks who think they own us," she complained. "I'm sick of being a bloody virgin. But I don't want to loose it with some rough bastard in the back seat of his father's car." 

"What are you moaning about," Rebecca cried. "Jerry has come all over my hands three times this week; all he wants is a bloody blow job or a wank. Arties not much better he thinks he has a god given right to shove his fingers in my pussy. He's so rough and uncaring it hurts. When I complain he sulks and tells me that that slut Sandy puts out." 

Rae stood up as she spoke, "alright all right, we have said all this before, we all know that we are browned off with the local jocks but when it comes down to it we do nothing and go back to dating those arrogant arseholes." She shook her head. "Well this time I am ready to do something. I've been thinking and have decided that what I need is an older man. Some one who knows how to treat a woman properly." 

"Yeah that's what we need," Rebecca growled, "let's find one like your dad and give ourselves a treat."

Simone shook her head, "not one of our fathers for god sake. We don't need to break the law or have some irate wife after us, we need a stranger preferably single." They sat thinking for a minute when Simone screamed, "I know, what about Mark you know the one who is going to help improve our golf. He was so cool on the course the other morning my pussy was all wet. If he had asked I would have let him take me behind the trees and take my cherry right there and then." 

"Yeah he'd be good," Rebecca cried, "he has just lost his wife. He's probably starting to feel the need for a woman." Simone was more enthusiastic, "If he is looking for a lover I'm available. Did you notice that thick chest and those abs? He has a great body." She danced around the room. "The more I think about it the more I like it." She stopped and waved her finger to make her point. "Don't forget he has a big empty mansion where we could be alone and do it in comfort." They sat back smiling at the thought of seducing Mark. 

"There may be a problem," Rae said breaking the silence. "I think he's fucking mum. If he isn't, she sure loves playing the back nine with him. I have never seen her so keen to play so early in the morning. Since he has started to join her every morning she flies out of bed and puts on her most interesting gear. Come to think of it she used to start later and work around the house when she came home, now she starts a lot earlier and comes home so worn out she just showers and goes to her room to rest."

"Maybe he is doing your mum and may be he isn't, who cares," Simone said a gleam in her eye. She lifted her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her thong "If we offer him three beautiful young virgin pussies he'll freak." When they both started to talk she spoke over their voices, "Listen up, we must have a plan. We don't want to compete with each other. Let's work it so we share him. We must all do every thing we can to make sure one of us snares him. Who ever is the first to get him to bonk them must agree to share him with the others."

Mark rang Madeline after lunch, "Are we on for tomorrow morning?" 

"Yes," she whispered. "I hope I'll be on my own. Rae and her friends haven't said they're coming. Anyway make sure you keep your promise to coach them after school so we can have the mornings to ourselves."

Mark remembered his promise. He more vividly remembered the sexual challenge that Rae had issued when he had asked were they old enough. She had flashed her bottom and called, "we are old enough if you're good enough" before adding with a challenge, "Could you handle three young ladies old man."

Mark had had a tough time that morning trying to hide his growing interest in Rae's tiny young body. She had been an outrageous flirt flashing her hard bottom continually in front of his eyes at every opportunity. He would have loved to take up her challenge but wouldn't do it to Madeline believing one sex partner in the family was enough. When Madeline suggested he coach the girls after school he had agreed so he could keep them from spoiling his morning sessions in the trees on the thirteenth fairway. 

He was staring into space thinking of Madeline when reception rang through on the intercom, "will you take a call from a cheeky young woman who wants to know what time you will meet her at the golf club" 

"That will be Madeline's daughter," he laughed put the cheeky young bugger through, no better still tell her four o'clock." 

"My god you'll cause a riot," Mark growled when he spied the girls waiting for him near the driving range. "What's up," Rae asked innocently. "You know what's up your dresses are supposed to hide your body. Your skirts are so short I can see you're..." he stopped not wanting to say pussy or even panties in front of the gaping crowd. He started again as someone whistled, "Bloody hell is that a bra or a piece of string"

"This is not one of those seedy lap dancing night clubs and you're not here put on a show; you're here to improve your driving at a members only Golf Club. Go and cover up or go home," he thundered. A half a dozen men standing near by laughed and booed. To the girls delight one groaned, "Let them play, its time someone gave this old morgue a shot of life." Others joined in surrounding the girls, "if he won't coach you we will." 

Mark gave up and headed for the bar and ordered a beer. Deirdre the big barmaid that Stan had said was a goer looked at him sympathetically, "Hi Mark what seems to be the problem?" she asked as she gave him his change. 

"I promised to coach Madeline's daughter and her mates for a few afternoons so they could improve their game before some school golf matches. They turned up dressed..." he was loudly interrupted and slapped on the back before he could finish. He turned to find his mate Stan laughing, "My god lad they tell me you're responsible for those young fillies. If they come back dressed like that again tomorrow you won't have to worry, half the club will be here to coach them for you."

Mark settle down as Stan joined him for a drink. One drink led to another as they laughed and talked till they were the only two left in the bar. Looking around and noticing the lack of customers Stan asked Deirdre to join them. "I may as well she said as she drew up a stool you are the only customers. The boss said I can close up and go home when you're finished."

Shortly after Stan winked at Mark, "let's make this the last. I've got a wife waiting at home." he looked at Mark, "seeing you've kept Deirdre so late you had better do the right thing and buy her dinner." When she objected he overrode her objection. "At least make the bastard drive you home," he said as he pushed them together and led them to the door. 

Mark was surprised to find that Deirdre was much younger than she looked. When he admitted he though she was older she laughed, "It's my big boobs and my big bum and the fact that these bar staff uniforms do nothing for people my size. I am a lot different without this on." "Are you now," he said with a sly grin, "I'll have to check." 

Later when he told her he would walk her to the door of her bungalow he was expecting a good night kiss and nothing more. Deirdre was searching for her key when they heard a phone ringing inside. In her hurry to get to the phone Deirdre left the key in the door as she rushed inside, leaving Mark out on the doorstep.

Looking in through the half open door he was forced to take a closer look when he spied her leaning over towards the small phone table displaying what could only be described as a fine piece of arse. Watching her body as she talked and argued with her caller he came to the conclusion that Deirdre would be on the phone for some time. Not wanting to stand around outside while she argued on the phone he decided to remove the key from the door and take it inside, planning to give her a wave and leave.

Inside he put the key down where she could see it and made signals that he was leaving. His eyes drawn to the sweep of her large round butt he gave it what he thought would be a first and last pat and turned to leave. Deirdre stopped him when she took his hand and drew it back until it was once again resting on her backside.

The conversation on the phone became animated as Mark ran his hand lightly over the tight fabric covering her fine big arse. With no opposition and Deirdre locked in a heated conversation on the phone Mark brought two hands into play caressing both cheeks. Deirdre did nothing to indicate he should stop so he started to slide the heavy cloth skirt up her back until more and more of her legs and thighs were exposed to his gaze. 

Deirdre said nothing and did nothing to stop him she just casually changed her stance leaving her legs further apart than before. Taking this as a signal Mark slipped a hand down and ran it up between her legs until he felt her very prominent mound. To his delight Deidre bent over and placed one hand on the phone table to keep her balance. This move left her pussy lips still covered in the cotton material of her old fashioned underclothes partly exposed to his gaze. 

Oh hell what an invitation thought Mark as he pushed the clothes aside and liberated her large clean shaven pussy. A shiny sliver of moisture at the bottom of her pussy told him what he wanted to know and his probing finger proved it a moment later. She too was ready. 

He heard a car drive past and looked around to see the door to her bungalow was half open but ignored the risk of being caught. Dropping Deirdre's zip he freed up his now hard cock and ran it up and down her pussy lips. He could hear her saying she had to go when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back at the same time ramming his cock in to the hilt. 

"Look I have to go; I have this urgent matter that only I can fix." Deirdre cried as she slammed down the phone. And fix it she did, over and over again until Mark had to shower and leave for his early morning hit out with Madeline. Even then at the last minute she joined him in the shower telling him her mouth and tongue would help clean him up. 

Wanting nothing to go wrong when he was with Madeline and the girls Mark decided to have another shower at the club to remove any lingering evidence of his wild night with Deirdre. After going to all that trouble he was a little disappointed when only Madeline was waiting at the tenth tee. "I think they know they went to far yesterday," she told him as they hit off. "I have told them they have to apologise to you. It's Saturday and they have the afternoon off so expect a call." Three holes later Mark marveled at the recuperative power of his cock. It had to his surprise quickly grown hard and pulsed in Madeline's hand when she bucked her body and came in response to his tongue and fingers in her pussy.

He had spent an hour or two after lunch resting in his bedroom when Ayaha woke him with a kiss. "Wake up master," she whispered. "Three pretty young girls are here to see you." Her hand ran down inside his boxers, "do you want me to send them away?" 

He must have drifted back to sleep thinking he was dreaming because he woke with a start and remembered she had spoken to him when her warm mouth close over the head of his cock. "What did you say?" he whispered. She looked up at him as she raised her head from his cock. "Three pretty young girls want to see you; they are waiting downstairs in the lounge. Will you see them or will I send them away."

He lay back for a moment while her hand and lips massaged his cock. Ayaha had said three pretty young girls but he hadn't arranged to meet any girls and then he remembered Madeline saying she had told Rae and her friends to apologise. Yes he thought it has to be them. 

By now Ayaha had his cock worked up in to a state where it would explode in her mouth at any moment. Bugger them he thought as he pulled Ayaha's head closer pushing his cock deeper in her mouth, they can wait. 

Downstairs Rae Simone and Rebecca had grown tired of waiting. "Where the hell has that little bitch gone," Rae said as she started to wander around the lounge room. "We've been here for a bloody hour. I bet she has forgotten us." She moved towards the stairs, "I don t know about you but I'm not sitting here any longer. I'm going to look around." 

Half way up the stairs she turned to the others, "be quiet I think I can hear something coming from that room at the top of the stairs." On their tip toes they crept up on to the top landing where it became obvious that something was going on in the bedroom. 

Signaling the others to wait she crept over to the door and slowly pushed it open. At first Rae could only see Ayaha's shapely back but she didn't need too see more. Mark's grunts and the groans and the squeaking bed left nothing to the imagination. Ayaha was riding Marks cock.

Ayaha unaware of her audience leant her body forward so Mark could reach her breasts. As he reached up to pinch her nipples he spied Rae standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Oh shit," he cried "what are you doing here?" 

When Ayaha heard his cry she became frightened. Reacting quickly she jumped off of Mark on to the floor frantically trying to find her discarded shift. Ayaha's actions left Mark lying on his back with his cock standing up for all to see. 

Rae pointed to his waving cock and whistled through her teeth, "My god I should have known when mum comes home tired out that you were a horny old bastard." Noting the surprised look on his face she smiled, "we were sent over here to apologise for our bad manners." She looked over at Ayaha who was still hadn't found her shift. 

"You should be the last to talk about bad manners when you deliberately left us waiting while you fed that whopping thing into your maid's pussy." She turned to Rebecca and Simone who stood gasping in amazement and whispered, "If he's so bloody horny that he can't keep his hands off the maid he's the one we want." 

Mark lay flat on his back his mind working overtime. If these three young bitches spread the story of them catching him fucking his maid it would reignite the stories that he had hired Sally because of her pussy not her brains. His reputation was dear to him. Even though Sally had turned out alright he was not about to start the rumor mill going again.

He was starting to think of buying them off, offering them money or jobs, when Rebecca sidled over to the bed and looked down at his semi erect cock "please don't get angry," she whispered. "I am sorry if we caused you trouble we just want your help."

Thinking she meant golf lessons he looked at her seeing her clear blue eyes for the first time, "I promised to help improve your game, but you girls, oh hell I don't know," he closed his eyes to blot out her pleading face, "I give up."

He pushed up on his elbows to look at her when he felt her hand take hold of his cock. "Please," she whispered, "please don't give up; don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me. You are the one I want."

Simone came and sat on the other side of the bed licking her lips as she watched Rebecca squeeze his cock. "We are sick and tired of the high school jocks that use our bodies and abuse our minds with their infantile demands," she whispered as she took his big hand in hers. Rae crawled up to lie on his legs, "we like you. I have watched you and mum and even though you deny it I know that you make love to her every morning." 

"I have explained to my friends how mum comes home so mellow and loving after she meets you." He opened his mouth to speak, "no don't say anything let us finish. We want the first time to be something to remember not a quick poke from an adolescent ego maniac. Going by the way you affect mum we have decided you are the one we want."

Ayaha had stood holding her shift still in her hands while they spoke. "Oh master," she cried "this is so beautiful. You must do it for them. They are right, it should be lovely." She looked at the girls, "he is a very kind and gentle lover. I wish I had met him first." 

They all turned to look at Mark when he didn't speak Ayaha whispered "please." He shook his head she was a little wonder. "Ok," he growled, "but how will we do it."

Rebecca continued to play with his cock as they worked out how they could each get away from home and come over to his house. "Its Sunday tomorrow it will be easy to convince our mums that we are at each others place" Rae said as Ayaha promised to set up a second bedroom for them.

Marks senses were fully aroused. He was noticing things about the girls that he had not noticed before. The loose swing of young tits unencumbered by bras the sensuous sweep of a fine young thigh the warmth of Rebecca's hand on his now rock hard cock.

It wasn't long before Rebecca was breathing hard her breasts trembling under her tiny top, "I love your old cock it's beautiful," she whispered, "Can we do it now." He did not answer until she moved a hand to cup his balls. "You're like a bull I saw at the farm," she whispered."

Ayaha had heard them whispering together and knew Rebecca was ready. "They are going to do it," she said with a knowing smile as she led Rae and Simone away.

"Let me up," he whispered when they left." I want to take your clothes off one piece at a time."

Rebecca watched him stand and asked "Why?" He groaned, "So I can look at you and remember your beauty on the day you gave me a girls most precious gift." He wrapped his arms around her cuddling her close feeling the tenseness in her body. "Relax don't worry," he whispered. "We will do whatever you want." 

Their first kiss was soft and gentle. Then as the kisses continued he opened his mouth wider sucking her lips and tongue deep into his throat. Rebecca had kissed shyly at first but then her lips and hands became bolder, her tongue like a little hot poker setting him alight.

He had to cool himself down as his hands of their own volution roamed over her body. "Now," he whispered as he stepped back and stood beside her, "Its time for me to remove those clothes. I want to see your body." 

Rebecca had never had anyone spend so much time whispering little words of praise and caressing her body like Mark did that afternoon. As he removed each item of her clothing he kissed her body crooning, "eighteen, only eighteen and so beautiful." She giggled when he stopped crooning and heard him gasp as her top fell away exposing for the first time the fullness of her ripe breasts. 

She waited and watched as he shook his head and licked his lips but did nothing but stare. Then as her pussy wept she whispered," Are you going to kiss them?"

Mark's hands moved as soon as she spoke cupping her breast lovingly and holding them up for his kisses. He was snuffling and snorting making noises like he was short of breath as his whole body responded to this magnificent young eighteen year old. He marveled at the heat she generated. Her breasts were hot in his hands. They were larger than he expected yet firm and at the same time soft to his touch. He tweaked a nipple groaning in appreciation as it immediately grew hard. 

A shudder ran throughout Rebecca's body as he gently and lovingly paid homage to each breast. This is what I wanted, she thought as she compared Mark with her boy friends from school. 

Mark smiled when Ayaha appeared to close the curtains and turn on a bedside light before switching off the main lights. "Take your time it's still very early," she whispered. "Rebecca's friends will wait for her so they can go home together."

"I'm ready," Rebecca groaned as he laid her on the bed. Mark smiled "so am I." Minutes later Rebecca groaned "oh my god," when Mark kissed his way down her body past her magnificent breasts and moved on to quickly kiss along her inner thigh next to her pussy. She had never had a boy even offer to kiss her pussy. Now this man old enough to be her father was going to do it. She was so excited that she did not want to wait any longer, "do it," she moaned, "do it to me." 




Golf Club Wives Ch. 05



Mark heard her pleas and knew that he could increase her enjoyment by prolonging the wait. He did that by kissing every where but where she wanted it most. While she was still urging him to "do it," he ran his face and especially his nose over and around her pussy savoring the smell of his first eighteen year old virgin. To Mark there was something special about being the first to kiss a young maids pussy even more exciting in some way than being the first one to fill her maiden pussy with his cock.

Rebecca struggled to pull his head back to her pussy when he kissed down her thighs to her knees then on down to her feet sucking each toe before slowly starting the long climb back to where she wanted him most. Kissing along the soft skin of her inner thigh he took the time to study this young virgin pussy. Thinking no one will ever see it in its virgin state again he ran his thumb and fingers over its lips letting his finger run down from those lips till he touched her arse. All the time his face was inches away from her pussy, breathing heavy, blowing hot bursts of air, doing everything he could to make her body move to his touch. 

"You're gorgeous," he moaned as he opened her pussy lips with his fingers and once again savored her virgin scent. Rebecca gasped when she felt her body buck and shudder in what she was sure were a number of little orgasms that just seemed to flow through her body taking her breath away. 

My God, she thought, this can't be true. Surely I'm not coming when he hasn't even kissed my pussy. Then Marks tongue licked around along and then at last inside her pussy lips making her body buck up off the bed. "Oh hell, oh my, oh my," she screamed as she pulled his head hard into her pussy. "That's lovely, I love it."

For a minute Mark struggled to get his breath as Rebecca buried his nose in her pussy and squeezed her legs tight around his ears. Then he felt her relax allowing her legs to open wider and heard her cry out loud, "That's lovely." 

If you squeal when I kiss your pussy lips, you'll love it when I kiss you clit; he thought as he curled the sides of his tongue up until he could slide it in her vagina and move it in and out like a cock. Rebecca was in heaven, all the things she had heard and read about a man going down on a woman hadn't prepared her for the thrill she experienced when his lips and tongue first touched her pussies lips. 

Now his tongue was moving in and out of her vagina creating new sensations creating havoc with her thoughts. She wanted to speak, to cry out, but she could only muster a groan as her body took over and pushed up into his face.

"Oh, ahh, ahh," she groaned her head falling back on the bed as her arms and body seemed to lose its strength. She was starting to relax and enjoy his pussy kisses when things changed. She felt Marks fingers lift the small piece of covering skin at the top of her pussy and then an exquisite feeling passed over her as his tongue ever so lightly licked around and over her exposed clit. Triggered by the touch of his tongue her body bucked forward and she came. All of her body moved trembling and bucking up seeking more and more relief. Her pussy went into convulsions even her butt clenching open and shut leaving her breathless. 

Mark was surprised that Rebecca had come so quickly. He had felt little shudders hit her earlier, shudders that he presumed were mini orgasms but the amount of come and the strength of the spasm that hit her as soon as his tongue ever so lightly touched her pussy was a new experience for him. 

He was in to minds whether to let her settle down or pick up the pace and push her further over the edge. A number of thoughts ran through his mind before he decided that as it was the first time someone had brought her to a peak by kissing her pussy he should try to make it an orgasm she would never forget. 

Rebecca felt his hands run up her butt squeezing the cheeks before a finger rimmed her rosebud. Then while she waited to see what his finger would do she felt his mouth lick around her clit. She thought she could feel her clit growing harder as his hot breath warmed it before his lips closed on it welcoming it in to his mouth. 

He seemed to suck ever so gently for a second and then his tongue started to lap her clit faster and faster until she could stand it no longer. She screamed, "oh hell." as she felt her juices build up until she thought her pussy would explode. When she thought she could stand it no longer she felt his finger push into her rear. 

Later on when she was telling Rae and Simone about Mark she had to admit that as far as she was concerned nothing could describe what happened next. "It was mind blowing. I came and came until I lost all sense of what was happening. All I can remember was waking with Mark kissing my boobs."

Simone had grown hot just listening to Rebecca she squeezed her legs together, "what happened next?" Rebecca heaved a sigh, "so much happened I can't remember whether I've told you or whether I've just dreamed it. I woke covered in sweat. Mark was holding my breasts, he was kissing and sucking them and then he would pull on my nipples with his fingers and his teeth. I was so wet I didn't know where one orgasm started and the other finished. He was wonderful so gentle so loving that just thinking about him makes my pussy weep."

Mark knew time was flying by. He had two young virgins waiting outside but did not want to hurry Rebecca. He stroked her body kissed her nipples whispering, "You are magnificent. I love your breasts and those fabulous nipples. I love the way they grow hard and stand out after I tease them I could love them for hours. Rebecca made up her mind that this was lovely even mind blowing it was not the Holy Grail, she was still a virgin, "come on," she whispered "lets do it."



Mark knew what she wanted he sat up and moved back so he could look at her, He bent down and kissed her on the outside of her pussy lips then moved up to kiss her lips. "If we are going to do it you should have protection. You are at an age where you could fall pregnant and that would make today a disaster not a celebration. 

Rebecca had not been listening. She lay back on the bed watching Mark as he took a condom from a drawer and rolled it on. "No," she groaned, "oh no, I don't want a condom, I want to feel you, I want you to feel me. I don't want my first time like that. Can't you do it and pull out before you come."

Mark laughed to himself as he bent over Rebecca's exciting young body. When he was a boy on the rare occasion when he had a young woman prepared to let him fuck her he would be the one promising to pull out before he came. It was a complete role reversal as Rebecca held his bare cock in her hands to help guide it home.

He wasn't going to argue any more he too was aching to fuck her. He let her guide his cock as he slid it in as far as she would allow and waited while she adjusted her body and settled down. "Oh my that hurt." she cried making him remember that this beautiful young body he was lusting over was virgin territory. "Sorry sweetheart," he whispered as he held his upper body away from hers so he could look in to her eyes. "Don't let me hurt you."

To his surprise she appeared to become angry, "stop being so bloody noble, I want you to fuck me. I want to loose my bloody virginity so stop pussy footing around and get on with it."

He was still getting over her mouthful of abuse when her legs swung up and clamped around his but. Her eyes shone with laughter as she whispered, "sorry but I just had to say that." Her finger nails dug into his back. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me or patronize me I just want you to ram your cock into me." 

She looked up and saw that her words had puzzled him. "Oh shit," she cried. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, maybe I shouldn't have said it like that but you have made me so excited that all I want is your cock in my cunt. I know it's terrible to talk like that. I have never used that word before but I want you, no one else, just you, please fuck me." 

As she finished speaking she once again wrapped her legs around his back this time pushing up until their bodies slapped together. She smiled into his face and started moving the muscles of her pussy "do I do it like that?" she whispered. 

Mark laughed, "You are one truly amazing young lady." He pulled out until his cock nearly left her pussy then slammed it home making her grunt. "If you want it hard, I promise you, you will never forget your first time," he said as he remembered he would be doing this with two more young virgins tomorrow.



Golf Club Wives Ch. 06



"They tell me you are filling in for the Police Commissioner and escorting his wife to her dinner," Stan said as they stood at the club bar watching the parade of lady members heading to the locker rooms. "Be careful mate she may be neglected by that big bastard but he'll do you in if he catches you with his missus." He waved at the passing paraded of women golfers, "Look at all that fresh young pussy out there, you'd have to be a bloody mug to go near trouble like her."

Mark laughed, "The commissioner asked me to cover for him and look after her so he can hardly complain if I do as he asked."

Even though he had dismissed Stan's words Mark knew the dinner could mean trouble. Stella the police commissioner's wife excited him. Her cool manner and the reserve she displayed publicly while acting like a bitch in heat privately made her all the more desirable.

On the surface the dinner went smoothly; Mark aware of the dangers of appearing too interested in Stella made sure he danced with nearly all of the visiting police officers wives before finally asking her to dance.

No one watching Stella and Mark dance could tell from the way she held him well away from her body what was really happening on the dance floor. She never looked at him, looking over his shoulder out at the assembled guests when she spoke. "Don't look at me look straight ahead, I want to be with you tonight. I want you naked in my arms. I want you in me on me and all over me." 

She ran her tongue quickly over her lips as if her mouth was dry. "Because of who I am we may never have a golden opportunity like this again. Mark stole a glance to see that she was hardly moving her lips as she spoke. She saw his glance and frowned, "don't look at me and don't worry, I'll arrange for you to drive me home, but I want to go to your place first. We will only have an hour but tonight you are going to find out that I mean it when I say I want you. "

Nothing more was said as the dance ended and he escorted her from the floor. As she sat down with her friends she spoke so all could hear, "thank you I will tell my husband how you looked after all the ladies." She smiled at her table companions who were listening to her every word. "Now you had better be off I think there's another woman looking for you." 

Mark hardly recognized the young police woman who had been so sympathetic and helpful after his wife's accident. He had only ever seen her in her police uniform. Tonight dressed in a long white gown that highlighted her healthy tanned body the contrast was dazzling. "My god you look magnificent," he growled. She curtsied and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment kind sir, but I really came over to ask if you will drive the Commissioners wife home It will allow me to use the few available cars to escort the wives of the visiting officers back to their hotels. " 

"I'll be delighted," he replied as Stella's words rang in his ears. Later as the dinner ended he took the time to study Stella closely while watching her farewell her guests. Her over six foot long body appeared thin compared with the women he had enjoyed in recent days. Her breasts were small her body lacking Sally's generous curves but nevertheless it had an aura about it, something he could not define that created extremely erotic images, provoking thoughts of possible nights of violent passion.

In the car he gasped when she coolly whispered, "I have wanted to suck your cock since the first day I met you at the golf club. I love sucking cock. I can't wait to get you alone. I have had these fantastic dreams of your cock flooding my mouth and I plan to make them come true tonight."

Six Feet inside his front door Mark found himself under siege. Stella sank quickly down in front of his legs. She expertly loosened his belt and pulled his trousers down around his knees. "That is one lovely handsome cock," she whispered as she licked it and looked up into Marks eyes. "I knew it would be beautiful." Keeping her eyes on his face she held his cock up and took one of his balls in her mouth. "You could never know how much I have missed the thrill of a man's throbbing cock spurting in my mouth." 

"I made a mistake years ago when I fell for the trappings of power and married the commissioner. He is a cruel and sadistic bastard. When he was so cruel to me on our honeymoon I cried to myself promising that he'll fry in hell before his cock ever touches my mouth again. He knows that I will bite it off if he tries." 

Her anger seemed to dissipate as she lovingly caressed his cock. Covering it with saliva and murmuring words of love she captivated both Mark and his cock. "I want to kiss you," he whispered as he watched her take his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Coming up for air she looked at him, "let me do this please. I will make you very happy." Mark grinned, "I'm very happy already but my bloody legs are giving out. At least let me lie down or sit down before you sap all my energy and I fall down."

Stella stood up and stripped away his clothes even removing his shoes and socks until he stood nude in the hallway. She stepped back to admire his body then moved closer her hands reclaiming his cock. "I love it," she whispered, then surprised him when she ran her fingers up from his cock over his flat stomach to tweak his nipples, "nice to see a man without a beer gut." 

Squeezing his cock lightly she led him down the hall. "Where's the bedroom? She asked. "Upstairs," he groaned. That's too far, times wasting," she growled as she brushed a telephone handset aside and pushed him back to sit on its small table. "Sit there and save your legs, while I take care of this handsome cock." She slowly sank down at the same time running her fingers lightly up the shaft of his cock and then as he shuddered her finger nail flicked ever so lightly over its head. 

She held his cock lovingly rubbing it over her face and along her cheek as she looked up into his eyes. "I only had one boy friend before I was married. He used to let me suck his cock every time we met. I don't think I know anything more erotic and trusting than a man letting you put his cock in your mouth." 

He sat on the phone table watching as her red lips closed over his tip. She held his shaft with one hand while the other played with his balls and her tongue worked lightly in her mouth caressing the tingling head of his now extremely hard cock. 

To his delight never once during all this did her eyes leave his face. Her eyes were pools of lust telling him how much she loved what she was doing. She stopped kissing and broke away when he ran his hand through her hair. "Don't pull my head it reminds me of the commissioner. You won't be sorry if you just let me love you," she whispered "I will deep throat you. I will swallow. I will suck you dry and make you hard again and again. If you just let me make love to your magnificent cock."

She made love to his cock. it was not a blow job like any other blow job he had ever experienced before. She swirled her tongue over and around the head of his cock. All the time she kept her eyes on his face, talking, kissing, and giggling like a schoolgirl. "I am going to make you spurt cum down my throat. You will have no cum to spare for your other doxies when I'm finished loving this fine cock." 

She concentrated on the little v area under the head of his cock where the head joined the shaft. He had never experienced erotic sensations like the ones she created when her tongue ran around the groove under his cocks head and lightly flicked that extremely sensitive patch. She felt him shudder and held his hips as they bucked. "It's called the frenulum," she whispered as she looked up at him. "Watch this." When she had his attention she quite deliberately ran her tongue over the frenulum, giggling when he moaned and shuddered. "My first boyfriend the one who taught me to love his cock was a medical student he taught me where a man's cock was most sensitive." 

Mark remembered thinking he must look that word up in the dictionary but forgot all about it as she whispered, "My god I love your cock," and covered it in little kisses. "It has to be wet baby," she whispered when she covered it in saliva. "It has to be nice and wet so it can slide in and out without hurting itself." 

The hour was too short. Mark was surprised at the number of times she milked cum from his cock before she signaled it was time to go. "But I haven't fucked you" he moaned. "I haven't kissed your pussy." She laughed as she reapplied her lipstick, "Don't worry you won't escape, I will arrange it so we can meet again." She reassured him as he drove her home, "the old bastard will never catch us." 

Her house was in darkness when he drove up to the front door. "The bastards not home," she cried as she pressed buttons on her cell. "Where are you?" she growled down the phone as she winked at Mark. "I'm home. When will you get here?" She closed her mobile without a final goodbye, "he will be here in thirty minutes so come here," she urged as she unzipped his fly. "Let me have a last taste of that handsome cock before he gets home." 

As he drove home Mark marveled at her composure. She had sucked him off while he leant against her front door, timing it so he was out of their driveway and down the street when the police car turned into the block. "She's bloody dangerous," he groaned, "bloody dangerous." Then he grinned, "Bloody hell it was worth it for the fantastic blow jobs."

Ayaha met him as he put the car away. "You want shower master?" she whispered a knowing smile on her pretty little face. He slipped his arm around her cupping her breast as they walked to the house. "Where were you hiding you little minx." he whispered. "I saw you in the hall," she replied quietly. "I waited to see you were ok." 

He was singing when she joined him in the shower. "I'm glad the lady made you happy," she whispered as she took a warm cloth and commenced washing his cock. "But lady kept her clothes on," she smiled and reached up to pull on a nipple. She stuck her tongue out at him and ran it over her lips., "You never had chance to pinch her nipples." She moved her body so her breasts were rubbing on his stomach, "you can squeeze mine," she whispered.

Mark could not get over the way Ayaha took his blatant sexual activities in her stride. This was not the first time she had cleaned him up after he had been with a lover. Yet she was smiling and happy. There did not seem to be a jealous bone in her body.  

While he was thinking what she meant to him Ayaha had fastened her lips on his nipple sucking and nibbling hungrily while she ran the warm wash cloth over his cock and balls.

He moaned, "Stop it Ayaha," as he felt his cock growing hard. She raised her face so she could look into his eyes, "you don't really want me to stop. Maybe you should play with my breasts they are ready for you." He could not stop himself from reaching for her soft breasts, "yes," she sighed, "oh yes, squeeze them for me pull my nipples like this." 

She ducked her head and took his nipple between her teeth and pulled her head back until his cock lurched and dribbled and he nearly screamed. "Oh shit," he cried before dropping his head and biting down on her closest brown nipple. Ayaha's teeth pulled his nipple further and further until in retaliation he bit down harder making Ayaha grunt and let go. 

"You made me come," she groaned as she licked her fingers. "You very horny, why lady no let you fuck her? Why you no try?" She looked down to see his cock bobbing up and down. "We do it now. Let me dry you down so we can go to bed." Mark stood in the shower looking down at her tiny brown body while she sat down on the shower floor and started to towel his legs dry.

A warm feeling swept over him as he looked at the loving way tiny Ayaha was caring for him. "Oh hell a little water won't make much difference" he moaned as he picked her little body up in his arms. "Come here you little vixen," he cried. 

Ayaha giggled happily and snuggled in his arms as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on this bed. As soon as he let her go she struggled and sat up. "Let me be on top," she giggled "you must be very tired after all those blow jobs." Later that night and later again in the morning he smiled to himself. He was tired but it wasn't the blow jobs that were making him tired.

Sex was the farthest thing from his mind when he met Madeline early next morning. If he had been more alert he would have noticed that Madeline was distracted. After a hug and a kiss they hit off down the fairway. They played the next two holes and were looking for her ball amongst the trees on the thirteenth when Madeline called loudly, "Tell me the truth are you really planning to sleep with my daughter?" Taken by surprise he looked away and stammered, "what, what do you mean?" 

Madeline grabbed his arm, "look at me dam you, Rae says you took Rebecca's cherry and you were going to do the same to her and Simone on Sunday. She seems to think that we knew of your plans and deliberately kept them home. She has guessed what happens between you and I here each morning, and says I'm a hypocrite for stopping her having sex with you."

For a minute Mark thought about lying. But then thought what the hell. "Yes," he said as he looked Madeline straight in the eye. "Your daughter and her friends caught me with Ayaha when you sent them over to apologise. One thing led to another and the three of them ended up on my bed while Rebecca played with my cock."

"Ayaha who is the loveliest little thing listened to the girls when they asked me to be a father figure and take their cherries. She helped them persuade me to agree. I made love to young Rebecca that afternoon and the other two were going to come back Sunday." 

"When they didn't I thought they had changed their minds but now I know what happened." He took her arm and shook her. "Listen to me, Rae says she knows you and I are up to something but I denied it and will continue to deny it. You marriage is safe and as far as I can see as long as you deny it. What happens next is up to Rae and Simone they are both over eighteen so it's their call." 

The unhappy look on Madeline's face made him shrink inside. He didn't want to hurt her. He loved kissing her pussy every morning and wanted to continue those meetings. Uncertain of what might happen he reached for her, giving her the opportunity to say no, and heaved a sigh of relief when she melted into his arms. He took his time kissing her tenderly, his tongue gentle but insisting as it eased her mouth open encouraging her tongue to respond. Remembering how she had admitted he was the first and only man to kiss her pussy and the many orgasms she had had here in this clump of trees he whispered, "I want to kiss your hot little pussy. I want to run my tongue around its lips. Then I want to lick up and find your clit and suck it until it is screaming for relief." 

Stopping for a second he slipped a button of her blouse and took a large nipple in his mouth. "When I know you're ready I will run my finger up in to your sweet little hole and work both my finger and my tongue until you cum. When you cum I won't stop, i'll keep making love to your pussy until you cum again." 

He could feel the anger go out of her as they kissed. She was moaning and crying but was starting to help, pushing her thong down when he dropped her shorts. "I'm weak." she groaned, "but I love what you do to me. I couldn't believe you were going to fuck my daughter. It made me so mad. When I thought about it, I realised I was jealous. I didn't want to lose you." 

While they were talking she let him strip her clothes away until she stood amongst the trees totally nude except for her golf shoes. "What a sight," he groaned "You're beautiful." Her lip trembled, "you make me feel so special I couldn't give you up, please tell me we will still meet each morning after you take Rae's cherry."

Madeline was late getting home that morning. She was in the kitchen making a cup of tea when Rae walked in. "Hi Mum, your late home today" she said when she spied her mother. "Mark must have been good this morning." Before Madeline could speak she put her hand over her mother's mouth. "I know he was good. I followed you this morning. I saw you and Mark. Oh mum it was awesome. My underclothes are still wet and sticky from come. I came nearly as many times as you did. I want to do it with him like you did. Please don't stop me."

Madeline was in a mellow mood, she had made up her mind before Mark made love to her that morning. She walked over and kissed Rae. "Don't get upset sweetheart. I know what you planned and I am sorry we upset those plans. I've spoken to Mark he will be home all morning. We both need to shower before I take you over to his house."

Rae was stunned, "what, what do you mean," she stammered. Madeline put her arms around her and hugged her close. "I never thought I'd ever be saying anything like this to my daughter but I've made up my mind. Put on your sexiest clothes Mark's waiting for you. I'll drive you over."



Golf Club Wives Ch. 07



"Mum I don't want you over at Marks while we make love. I couldn't stand the idea of you watching him and I doing it. It's my first time I want it to be special, not like a couple of porn stars making a movie with everybody watching."

Rae was stalking around the bedroom talking to her mother while she pulled clothes from her wardrobe trying to put together a combination that they both thought would make her look sexier. 

"I watched you this morning it was awesome. There was my prim and proper mother down on her back lying in the grass with no clothes on, her legs wide open moaning and crying while a man ate her out. It was raunchy and yet it was loving, it was two people enjoying each other, two people doing what is natural out in the grass under a tree like it must have been with Adam and eve." 

"It made me feel wonderful all over. It made me cum. I couldn't stop Cuming. My nipples were hard as rocks, my pussy ached for cock, it was mind boggling." She turned to look at her mum, "but you didn't know I was there. I wonder if it would have been the same if you knew I was watching. I wonder if you would have been so desperate to get the last inch of his cock. I wonder if you would have still cried out for more when he fingered your bum."

The first thing that Mark noticed when Rae knocked on his door was how timid she was this afternoon, very different to the cheeky youngster that had teased him on the golf course. "Come in beautiful this is a pleasant surprise." he said as he opened the door. Rae looked at him to see if he was being sarcastic. H shouldn't be surprised when he had arranged with her mum for her to visit. "Don't give me that surprised crap," she growled quietly, "we both know I'm here so you can break in a new young pussy."

Mark smiled this was more like the Rae who had challenged his ability to satisfy three young women by calling him an old man.

He closed the door and slipped his arm around her waist, "let's start again shall we. I don't want the day you loose your eighteen year old virginity to be like a man visiting a brothel where he pays his money and demands his moneys worth. I don't want you to come in here strip your clothes off and throw yourself on the bed and demand I take your cherry. I want to make love to you. I want to enjoy loving you and I hope you will enjoy loving me. Think about it. If you don't want to do it my way you can go home now or anytime during the afternoon."

He gave her no time to answer. "I was just having a drink let me get you one and then we can sit out by the pool if you like. If you don't mind I'll ask Ayaha to join us with her baby." Rae was disappointed she had expected him to drag her into the bedroom and ravage her. Instead she had been escorted out to the pool where she now sat playing with Ayaha's tiny baby. 

Ayaha could see that Rae was disappointed. She tried to help by signaling Mark to take Rae off to the bedroom she had prepared for the girls. He didn't seem to notice her signals or was deliberately ignoring her when she took the matter in to her own hands and stood up. "Its time both of you stopped being so silly you both know what you want, so do it." She took Rae's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Take Mark away before I get so horny thinking of what you two are going to do that I take him for myself."


In the bedroom Mark took Rae in his arms and kissed her "Sorry love," he whispered. "I wanted this to be a time in your life that you would always look back and remember fondly." He slowly stripped away her dress before releasing her young but heavy tits from their confining bra and then sank to his knees to pull her thong down over her round bottom. "Every time I've met you, you have been so vibrant and cheeky that I found it impossible to respond to you when you became so quiet and subdued." To his surprise Rae started to cry her sobs growing louder every minute. 

"I'm scared," she cried. "I don't want to do it like this;" Mark stood back up and held her close. "I understand sweetie let me take you home." Rae sobbed, "I can't, I'll be too embarrassed when I have to tell them we didn't do it." Mark kissed her tears away. "Then we wont tell them," he whispered "it will be our secret."

He held Rae's nude body in his arms and cuddled her close. Whilst his brain understood her concerns his cock responded to the feel of her young body and grew between them pushing up against Rae's stomach. She looked up at Mark a question in her eyes and he kissed her. She sighed and responded opening her lips and welcoming his tentative tongue.

She grew warm as their kisses continued. Her body tingled as she relaxed and responded to the warmth of his caresses. Mark felt the tension leave her body. He thought for a moment about dressing her and taking her home but decided to cuddle her some more until she told him she was ready to go.

Rae sensed rather than felt his hands moving over her back. she marveled that they were ever so light seeming to flutter like a butterfly or moth before moving on. She waited for his hands to finger her pussy but even when they ran lightly over her flat stomach they ignored it and moved on. She groaned when his hands moved back up under her breasts again not touching her nipples before moving on again to run through her hair and stroke her face. His teasing caresses made her want him, making her ashamed of her earlier fears.

She was no longer scared. She could feel her worries evaporating as he kissed her gently. She loved the way his hands continued to caress her bottom now fluttering lightly over her tingling skin. Her pussy tingled when his mouth and lips kissed her ears neck and shoulders. She groaned in disappointment when his hands stayed away from her breasts and her pussy putting no pressure on her whatsoever. 

Time passed and Rae was now very horny. Marks continued kisses and his cuddles combined with his roaming hands made her want him to do more. "Kiss my breasts," she groaned when his lips ran down her neck once more. "Please," she whispered "please kiss them." Mark had recognized the change in Rae, he knew her fears had gone as her body moved to his touch and her mouth became more demanding when they kissed. He smiled inwardly when she pleaded with him to kiss her breasts and slid his mouth down to run his tongue around her nipple.

Mark loved kissing pussy and breasts. He found a woman's nipples irresistible, especially when their owner was aroused. "They're beautiful," he whispered. "Honestly, Do you really think they are beautiful?" she asked quietly. He kissed and nibbled one nipple then the other, "fantastic," he groaned as he mouthed them once more.

Mark continued to kiss and fondle her breasts until her groans and sighs encouraging him to take further liberties. He felt his cock grow harder; his balls tighten as he let his hand wander closer and closer to her pussy. He was making up his mind whether to invade her pussy when Rae whispered, "can we lie down." Even though his back had been bent for the last half hour as he stood and devoured her hard young breasts he would not have complained or sought to change things for fear of scaring her once more.

Now He picked her up in his arms and to her surprise he did not head for the bed he just held her and looked into her eyes. "You're very beautiful," he whispered. "I love your sweet little body its perfect." Rae felt a warm wet feeling flood her pussy when she heard his words and knew she was safe in his strong arms. She slid one arm up around his neck and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. "I'm not scared anymore," she whispered. "I don't want to go home."

Mark laid her gently on the bed and stood back to look at her young nude body. "What?" She whispered when he made no move, "what's up?" He smiled "nothings up I was just thinking how beautiful you are." She sat up and reached out to him her voice pleading. "Come on don't make me wait anymore,"

Mark let her take his hand and pull him down to sit beside her on the bed. Slipping his arms around her he kissed her gently. "We have all day," he whispered "I want to enjoy you and I want you to enjoy me." Now that she had made up her mind Rae was not to be denied. "Please hurry" she growled as he slid down until his mouth was kissing her stomach and his hands were running lightly over her thighs. "Relax and wait," Mark whispered. "We have tons of time. Let me kiss you first."

Rae lost her sense of urgency when she felt his mouth devouring her pussy. She slumped back on the bed and opened her legs wide as his tongue licked up to touch her clit. The boys at school never kissed her pussy when they were demanding blow jobs. They would finger her until she agreed and after she had blown them and they had cum they were only interested in leaving, barely waiting to kiss her lips let alone her pussy.

She could not believe the sensations Marks mouth and tongue were creating. Her leg muscles were jumping, her heart beating, her breath sounded loud and ragged in her ears. She could feel her body growing warmer. Her heart beat sped up as she bumped her body up off the bed into his face and experienced what she would long remember as her first orgasm from a mans mouth. "Oh shit," she cried as she grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her pussy, "I'm Cumming."

It seemed like hours before she came down off that high. She opened her eyes to see Mark smiling at her. "I think you blacked out for a moment," he whispered. "You looked so lovely lying there with such a wonderful smile on your face that I was happy to just sit and look at you." Rae felt his hands moving between her legs as they sat staring at each other. "I don't want your hand," she whispered, "let's make love, make me a woman." 

Mark knew it was time, but he still teased her with his fingers as he once again returned his mouth to her breasts. He felt her body moving in response to his kisses but knew she would no longer be satisfied with kisses alone. He felt Rae shudder as he rubbed the wet head of his cock along her pussy lips until he felt it reach her clit. Her hard little nub pushed against the slit in his cock as he rotated his cock slowly hovering lightly over the now reaching clit.

Her fingernails dug into his back pulling him down. "Give it to me," she moaned "don't tease me any more give it to me."

"Let me lie on the bed love," he whispered. "I think you will enjoy your first time better if you ride me on top." When he saw the doubt in her eyes he reassured her, "don't worry, it will be good. If it isn't we will try other ways." He laughed, "And even if it is good we will still try other ways, we have tons of time."

They struggled to rearrange their bodies on the bed so she was sitting on him her pussy poised over his highly excited cock. "Steady," he moaned. "Steady. Let me hold you so it doesn't hurt."

"It wont hurt," she giggled, "I'm so wet you will float or should I say drown."

He watched her face as she eased her pussy down and the head of his cock filled her entrance for the first time. "Oh my," she whispered as he held her so just the head entered her pussy. "Oh my," she groaned licking her dry lips. He lifted her body so the head was sliding out just touching her entrance and then lowered her once more until the head disappeared. "Oh," she moaned, "that's lovely," her eyes shining. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "I want to kiss you." 

Rae was panting as she leant forward so their lips could meet. She felt his hand caressing her back running down to her tail and then back up to the back of her neck where he lifted her hair and caressed her ears. 

Rae had been so excited by his kisses and caresses she had not realised that he had let her body slip down until his cock filled her pussy. She waited for him to move but he continued to caress her body his eyes showing how much he was enjoying his time with her. "What a girl," he groaned "what a girl," as she felt his cock twitch and his hips move.

Now he pushed her back so she was sitting upright his hands holding her breasts. "Ride me love," he whispered as his body pushed up against hers and his hips started to rise from the bed. Rae was over the moon it didn't hurt it was marvelous. His cock filled her pussy making it tingle she was breathing hard and felt a flush hit her face, "oh my god," she cried as she felt like screaming. "I'm coming," she groaned. "Oh hell I'm coming. Thank you, thank you," she cried as she fell forward kissing him.

"It's not over my sweet and there's no need to thank me," Mark whispered as he rolled her over and let his cock slide from her pussy. She held her breath when he eased her legs apart and kissed her ankles sliding his tongue up the inside of her legs until his face was inches from her leaking pussy.

Her nerves were tingling expecting him to kiss her pussy when to her surprise he placed his hand gently over it and whispered "you're hot." She smiled but her mouth was dry making it impossible to respond as he ran his fingers along her moist pussy lips. 

Her body was tense waiting for his next move when he lifted her head and whispered, "Can you see your little man he is standing like a soldier on guard." He waited while she strained to look down at her clit then as she watched he blew lightly on it and slid a finger deep into her hot hole. Rae felt her body open up, knowing that the build up of tension from his fingers and mouth was taking over. She gasped as her back arched, her bottom bucked up from the bed and she came, her juices flowing over his hand.

Rae opened her eyes and looked at Mark, "Please," she moaned "I want your cock. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you in me before I come again." Mark looked at her and knew she was now desperate for his cock. "You are a fantastic lover my little one," he groaned as he ran his cocks purple head over her clit and eased it down until it was in position to slide into her hot pussy. He heard her take a deep breath and waited leaving it to Rae to take the next step. "You are teasing me," she cried as she took hold of his hips cruelly pinching them and pulled him down and into her warmth.

She took Mark by surprise when after a slight pause her body punched up off the bed bucking so wildly that he struggled to meet her attack. "Keep that up and I'll come in seconds," he whispered as he leant forward until he could chew her lip. Rae's wild pumping slowed when he kissed her gently. She couldn't believe the loving feeling she experienced when his hands ran up over her ribs to gently fondle her breasts whilst he continued his slow gentle kiss.

"You are magnificent," he whispered his eyes staring into hers. His words and the way he was looking at her and touching her made her feel special. She relaxed and waited for him to do whatever he wanted trusting him to use her as his slave. She could feel his cock easing in and out slowly then driving deeper before returning time and time again until she though it was going to slip out.

Rae tensed as what she later described as sexual pressure built up until she knew she was going to come. Her mouth opened but no noise came out as she tried to tell him what was happening. Then it happened her bottom bucked in the air her legs shuddered her stomach felt empty and she moaned as it hit her. Mark felt the explosion in her loins and stopped thrusting holding his cock and body still pushing down against hers as the intensity of her orgasm swept over her. "What a sexy young animal you are, I have never met anyone like you" he whispered as they slid together.

It was late that night when Mark drove her home. "Mum will be waiting," she said as they turned into her street. "Are you playing golf with her in the morning?" Mark looked over at Rae, "yes," he whispered and smiled "I think you should stay home tomorrow instead of spying on us like you did this morning."



Golf Club Wives Ch. 08



"What do you want?" Mark asked as he downed his beer. He winked at the barmaid and made a play of ignoring Stan's look of amazement and went on. "Don't give me any of that amazed and hurt bullshit. Every time you invite me to the golf club for a drink it ether costs me or gets me into trouble."

They ordered another round before Stan answered. "Yes it's true I want some thing but not for me. I want you to help a young lad who has great golf potential but no money, no family support and no hope, unless he finds a sponsor like you who loves golf and is not short of money." 

He drained the rest of his beer and signaled for Mark to drink up and order another. "Anyway it's not true that all of my invites for a drink have turned to shit. Christ lad you swore you weren't interested in a stray root when I pointed out the available pussy down here. If rumors are true in recent days you have scored with more than your fair share of club women both married and single. Some of my more socially and sexually active friends tell me you are the envy of a lot of younger studs. So stop complaining, buy another round and shut up while I tell you about this young bloke."

"His name is Peter Frazer. According to my wife he's eighteen, and has just left school. He comes from a very poor family, his dads a drunk and his mother has had to struggle to cope financially while raising six kids. I'm told by Ruth and all of the women who went to the school championships that he apparently practices every day on the old neglected city council public course with an ancient wood and a five iron that someone gave him years ago. He doesn't even own a complete set of clubs not even a putter and could not afford to play in the championships." 

"He has developed a local reputation amongst the junior ranks as a big hitter who loves the game and is modest about his ability. Most local golf kids who know of his financial and family background want to see him get a chance. That's why a couple of boys playing in the tournament told Ruth about him and asked her to come and see him hit out at a local practice range where he picks up a few bucks for occasional casual work." 

"Ruth took a few of the mothers along before the tournament started. They gave him a bucket of balls and say he hit screaming drives one after the other straight down the middle of the fairway."

"It would be fair to say if Ruth is any guide that he not only blew their minds away with his driving but he was so polite and well mannered that he won their hearts as well. Ruth has told everyone who will listen what a fine young man he is. My wife backs her up. She drove me crazy until I gave in and promised to talk to you. " 

Mark waited until Stan stopped talking to drain his glass. "Listen mate I run a business not a charity but I suppose I can always give him a job in one of my supermarkets. Tell your wife to see Sally and she can set it up," 

"I don't think that is what the women have in mind," Stan replied as he signaled for their glasses to be refilled. "They want him to have time to practice golf each day and play in tournaments. You have a store that handles sporting equipment. Could you give him a job there and arrange his hours so he can get a chance to practice his putting. My wife says he hasn't had a chance to develop that side of the game because of the poor greens at the public course."

"Without a putter and the money to pay to use better facilities, it is difficult to see how he learnt to putt at all." Mark growled as he realised that he was becoming interested in the lad. "Get your wife or one of the ladies to bring him along for a hit out with me. If I like him and think he has potential, I'll see what I can do." 

They sat drinking for some time before Mark spoke again. "It might work out just fine. I have been approached by the club to go into a joint venture setting up a new specialist golf shop. They want to locate it in that new drive in shopping center on the main road opposite the club house. If he is as good as they say he may be just the person we need to launch it amongst the younger generation." 

Mark met Peter the next afternoon and arranged for them to tee off together. He was immediately impressed with the sweet clean way Peter stroked the ball. "You not only hit long and straight, you have one of the best free flowing swings I have seen outside of the top pros," he told the lad as they left the course. "You can work for me as a personal assistant for the next few months. Use the job as an opportunity to improve you're putting while I work out something more permament."

Darlene giggled with delight when Mark drove Peter to the club to introduce him around. "He is on my payroll to improve his golf but you can have him for a few hours a day to help you in the shop while your husbands away. He starts next week look after him for me. The first thing you can do is set him up with a new set of clubs." He winked when Peter was not looking, licked his lips suggestively and smiled. "Maybe when you have time you can take him in the back room and help him choose a couple of new outfits."

Marks thoughts were full of his first afternoon in the back room with Darlene as he left Peter in her care. She had walked into the change room when he was half undressed and immediately taken hold of his cock and led him to a bunch of clothes in the storeroom. Brushing aside his protests she proceeded to seduce him while her husband was outside teaching a new golfer. When three of her friends disturbed them she had left him to whisper and giggle over what she was doing to her new lover before returning to enthusiastically finish what she had started. 

Darlene didn't waste any time. As soon as Mark left she looked up at Peter and laughed, "Come with me I'll look after everything you need," Peter laughed at her enthusiasm as she took his hand and headed for the pro shop. Inside she took him over to a display of putters,"look at these while I make a call." 

On the phone she spoke quietly to Shelia Jones, "Mark has employed a tall thin young six foot stud with what looks like an extremely large lump in his pants. He has blue eyes curly hair and is painfully shy. I suspect he will be a virgin but not for long if I have anything to do with it. He knows no one at the club so we can take him under our wing before those other vultures wake up to his potential. He's in the shop. I will keep him entertained this afternoon. I suggest you call Martha and Julie and plan how we can share him." 

Peter was surprised when Darlene returned and stood close. He was more surprised when she placed her hand on his butt. "Tell me about yourself," she whispered throatily as her hand stroked and squeezed his firm flank. Peter looked down at Darlene as his cock grew and unwound in his pants. He had no experience with women, never having had a girl or woman come on to him in this way.

He had spent most of his spare time working at a number of part time jobs or practicing on the city owned golf course at the back of his folks rented home. He never had time for girls and didn't know what to do as Darlene's hand moved to rub his now fully enlarged cock creating more havoc in his tight pants.

Darlene looked up and saw the concern in his eyes "don't worry," she whispered "I won't hurt you. I want to show you that there is more to life than golf." She took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Come into the back room where we can be more comfortable." 

Peter's mouth was dry as Darlene's heavy breasts rubbed against his arm and her hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock through his pants until it was ready to burst. He was confused, scared yet excited, his mind racing. Shit, I've only just been given the chance of a lifetime; he thought as Darlene ran his zip down and released his cock. I don't want to stuff it up over a married woman.

By the time he made up his mind to cry off it was too late. Darlene had his cock in her hand and had slid down on her knees in front of him caressing it and covering it with her mouth. He couldn't stop a groan of appreciation escaping from his lips as she pulled back and licked its head. "It's really big and beautiful, I have never kissed one this big" she whispered as she looked up at him and winked. "We are going to have a lot of fun together."

On the bus on his way home Peter could not believe how fast things seemed to move once Darlene had his cock in her mouth. He blushed and straightened the lump in his pants as he recalled how this beautiful married woman had sucked and licked his cock. Her tongue flicking its head until his cum spewed forth into her mouth over her face and down her neck. 

When he tried to apologise she had smiled telling him he was a naughty boy and pulled him down on the floor beside her. He was forced to straighten his cock in his pants once more as he recalled how she had slipped off her blouse and her bra letting a pair of big tits swing free. He licked his lips remembering how she had took his head in her hands and pushed his face down towards her tits and ordered him to lick her clean. He had been sucking her hard thick nipple when they were disturbed by the bell that rang when two male customers entered the shop.

Darlene slipped on her blouse and moved out to the counter. A few minutes later she slipped back and kissed him hungrily before pushing him towards the door, "Come back tomorrow love. Seeing the disappointment on his face she kissed him hard her hand groping his balls. "don't be disappointed I will set it up so we are alone here in the morning. Come back and I'll suck your beautiful cock again," she took his hand and pushed it under her skirt between her legs. "And as a special treat I'll teach you how to kiss my pussy." 

He was straightening his cock in his pants once more when he looked up to see young Mrs. Carmichael who lived down his street watching him from across the busses aisle. "You seem to be having a lot of trouble with your trousers Peter," she said a wide smile on her face. "What have you been up to?"

Twenty six year old Colleen Carmichael had felt herself grow a little hot as she sat on the bus watching Peter continually straightening the long hard lump in his pants. Her husband Andy was a construction worker who was working over a thousand kilometers away building on a remote mine site. She had just spent an afternoon out with some of her friends in the city and the combination of raunchy conversation alcohol and loneliness made her react to his obvious erection with thoughts of how she missed a night of love making. 

Colleen had in the past just thought of Peter as a nice lad. He was always polite not cheeky like some of the kids in the neighborhood. She had never thought of him or any of the local kids in a sexual way. Smiling as he blushed and stammered, she thought it could be fun teasing and flirting with him. If he is a virgin maybe a mild flirtation will add a little excitement to his life and mine.

"I rarely see you on the buss you are generally out the back on the golf course. Have you been playing golf some where else today?" she spoke loudly to draw his attention as she crossed her legs letting her short skirt slide dangerously high up her thighs. Peter looked up as she spoke and watched in awe as more and more of Mrs. Carmichael's long legs came into view. 

He was forced to straighten his cock in his pants once more when it became constricted as it throbbed in response to the view. Looking up from her legs he saw that she was watching him and expected her to be angry. By god she will tell mum he thought as he blushed and turned to look out the window. 

To his surprise Mrs. Carmichael spoke again. "Come and sit over here next to me, it will be easier to talk privately." His eyes widened as her skirt rode higher when she moved over to make room.

Peter didn't want to move over because he would have to clearly show that he had a horn. After some hesitation his manners made him realise that to say no would offend.

As he stood he was embarrassed to feel his cock tent in his pants standing out like a school house flagpole. He looked over at her and saw that her skirt had slid even higher giving him a glimpse of what looked like black panties. His cock lurched upwards in his pants at the sight and he decided to shove his hand in his pocket to try and drag it down. He was mortified when he realised that all his efforts tended to draw attention to the lump in his pants and highlight the size of his cock. 

Colleen Carmichael watched Peter struggle to hide his erection. By god if that is all cock he is well hung for his age, she thought and slipped a button of her blouse undone to give him a better view down the valley of her tanned breasts.

Unable to hide his erection Peter slumped down in the seat beside Colleen and stared straight ahead wishing the bus would speed up so he could escape. But Colleen was becoming excited and had no intention of letting him escape. The size of the lump in his pants intrigued her. Surely it can't be that big, she thought realizing that if it was it would be the biggest cock she had ever seen.

It was growing dark by the time the bus reached their destination. "I don't like walking these streets at night on my own," Colleen whispered as they alighted. When Peter did not respond she took his arm "will you be embarrassed if I walk home with you?"

Peter looked down at her touch and his eyes immediately were drawn to the size of her large firm breasts. "No, oh no," he stuttered.

Colleen smiled, this was fun. She had missed a man's company and the thrill of turning a man on with her charms. Her husband loved her to turn him on by little glimpses of flesh and sexy words. I wonder what Peter would do if I pushed him a little further she thought as she stumbled and pushed her breast hard against his arm and hand. 

Without thinking Peter slipped his arm around her when he though she would fall, his hand sliding up under her breast. Colleen had been going to pretend to slip when her heel caught in a small hole in the pavement snapping it off and twisting her ankle as she fell. As she struggled to regain her feet she felt Peter lift her, his hands under and over her breasts. She turned her head to look at him just as she put a little weight on her foot and an excruciating pain forced a scream from her lips. 

Her scream alarmed Peter who thought she was screaming because of his hands on her breasts. He blushed and stammered, "Sorry," before he realised she was clinging to him with tears in her eyes. Realizing that she was hurt He picked her up in his arms like a baby and headed for her house.

In side her front door he carried her over and laid her down on a long couch. "You stay there while I ring the ambulance," he ordered taking charge. Colleen groaned as she struggled to sit up. 

"No don't worry I'll be alright. There are some pain killers in the bathroom cabinet." 

Peter blushed when he opened the cabinet and saw what looked like a big plastic cock on the shelf. "I can't find any pain killers," he called as he shut the door and exited the bathroom quickly. "I could go down to the corner store and get some but I still think we should call the ambulance so they can make sure nothings broken." 

As he spoke he knelt down and took hold of her foot. Holding it gently he anxiously watched her face to see if he was causing more pain. "Maybe if you get some hot water and we bathe it, that might help," she whispered as he ran his hand lightly up her ankle.



By the time he heated some water and started to bathe her ankle Colleen was completely relaxed. She had forgotten her ankle and lay back on the sofa her skirt hitched high enough that he could see her tiny panties. In her slightly inebriated state she was enjoying the feel of his strong young hands as they gently stroked her leg. Feeling a little horny she had let her body slump knowing he could not avoid seeing the moist patch she could feel developing down there.

Peter spoke quietly, "you have some dirt and a mark on your knee do you want me to clean it off?"

Colleen wanted to scream yes do it but didn't want to scare him off so she open her legs wider and tugged up her skirt before whispering, "I'm happy for you to clean up what ever you think needs cleaning I'll leave it up to you, you are being so kind." 

Peter didn't need another invitation. He quickly moved his hands up to commence cleaning her knees. His mind was awash with conflicting thoughts as his eyes devoured the sight of Colleen's lush thighs and what looked like wisps of hair escaping from the sides of her tiny black panties. 

Peters experience with Darlene in the pro shop that very afternoon had wetted his appetite for sex. Twenty four hours ago he would have run a mile before he thought of taking advantage of Mrs. Carmichael. But now he was as horny as hell. 

The soft feel of Colleen's thighs excited him. Now he could smell what he later would learn was the hot musty smell of a woman's arousal That horny smell plus the sight of Mrs. Carmichael lying back with her legs wide open made him want more. He ran his hands higher and higher up over her knees and along the inside of her leg hoping she would do something, or give him some signal to let him know what she wanted. 

Colleen couldn't stop a moan of delight escaping from her lips. She closed her eyes as she lay back waiting to see how far young Peter would go. His gentle hands on her legs and the long absence of her husband plus the alcohol she had consumed whilst drinking with her girlfriends that afternoon had loosened her inhibitions. 

But Peter was scared. He wanted to stroke higher but stopped short when he heard her moan. "Am I hurting you?" he stammered. "Oh no it's lovely, thank you for taking care of me," she whispered as she eased her legs further apart. 



Colleen could sense Peter's reactions to her body. She found his innocence attractive and interesting but it also found him a challenge because of his obvious sexual inexperience. She watched him closely through half closed eyes as she opened her legs wider until he could not miss seeing the wet spot developing in her panties. When he did not move his hands higher she thought maybe he will become a little bolder if he has a drink and whispered, "A drink would be nice, can you get me a scotch from that cupboard over there." 

Peter reluctantly left off stroking her legs to pour a generous scotch. "Have one yourself," she called as she studied his long thin muscular body. Peter turned and caught her studying him. She giggled at being caught. "You are very fit, you are a little thin for your height but you have a great body," Holding his hand for an extra minute when he returned with the drinks she decided to become a little bolder. "I think you should take your shirt off so it doesn't get wet while you wash my legs." She stared up into his eyes and licked her lips, "it will not only keep your shirt dry but it will give me an opportunity to see more of your muscles."

Peter's breathing was noisy in his ears as he gulped down his scotch and stripped off his shirt. My god I think she may want me to touch her pussy he thought as he slid down and resumed washing above her knees. 

Making up his mind he quite deliberately let his hand stray higher up her thigh to see if she would protest. To his surprise she seemed to take no notice instead her hands ran up over the muscles of his belly and up to his nipples. "How old are you," she whispered. "Eighteen," he groaned as he slid his hand higher now reaching the edge of her black panties.

"Sweet eighteen and never been kissed," she sang as her fingers squeezed his nipples. Remembering Darlene that afternoon he blushed, "only once."

"My oh my, we will have to remedy that," Colleen growled as she pulled his head down and kissed him. 




Golf Club Wives Ch. 08



Their first kiss was tentative and short, Peter pulling back quickly. Colleen wasn't satisfied. "If you kiss a girl like that she will think you don't like her. Put some passions into it make her feel wanted," she growled as she pulled his head down once more. This time she opened her mouth and her tongue snaked along his lips and forced its way inside. Peter responded pushing his tongue forward and opening his mouth wider to let their tongues explore.

They were both breathing heavy when the kiss ended.

Colleen's conscience stirred as she realised that she had to stop now or things would progress past teasing. Peter on the other hand wanted more kisses. He moved so he could kiss her again. He was happy when she let him but was embarrassed when his hand accidentally ended up on her wet panties.

Colleen loved being kissed. Unfortunately her husband didn't kiss her often and when he did it was often just a peck on the cheek. Peter's kisses were improving as he took her advice and kissed her passionately. She relaxed kissing him back. There is nothing wrong in a few kisses she reasoned as she pulled him closer. 

Then she felt his hand move. It was still for a moment then it closed over her pussy holding it gently. She held her breath as his kisses seemed to increase in intensity while he made up his mind. It was only seconds before his fingers ran along the side of her panties pushing them aside. 

"Oh my," she groaned. "That's lovely but I don't think we should go much further." Peter heard the anguish in her voice and reluctantly withdrew his hand. To his surprise her kisses grew hotter her hands pulled him closer squashing him against her breasts making his cock painfully hard.

"Just kiss me," she groaned. "Kisses make me feel good." So he kissed her and to his pleasant surprise she kissed him back. Once he felt her kiss him back he took it as a signal to go ahead. It was only seconds before Colleen felt his hands slide up her body and reach her bra. She sighed wondering whether to stop him as he fumbled around trying to open it. Then she decided to let him continue when he resorted to feeling her breasts through the fabric. 

He's a nice boy she thought as they kissed and his gentle hands caressed her breasts through her bra. She knew his kisses and his caresses were turning her on and was enjoying the experience. She felt her nipples grow hard and her pussy leak more moisture down her leg when his hand pushed her bra up and caressed the bare flesh of her breast. 

Things were moving a little faster than she had expected. She had set out to tease and in turn was now experiencing feelings she had missed in the months since her husband left. Deciding she had herself under control and that after a few minutes of him stroking her breasts she would stop things and send him home, she kissed him and struggled to sit up.

As she sat up Peter automatically slid down until his face was level with her breasts. Seizing the opportunity he licked along under her breast then sucked her firm pointy nipple into his mouth. He kept sucking when he heard her sigh and felt her hand run up the back of his head. 

Colleen had always loved having her nipples sucked. Of all the possible types of foreplay this was the ultimate turn on as far as she was concerned. "Oh Peter you are a devil," she groaned. "We must stop. its time you went home." But her body language did not match her words. She wriggled and moaned trying to force more and more of her breast into his mouth.

Peter resorted to generous kisses to both her breasts while he ignored her words. "Let me take off this bra," he groaned. "I want to kiss your breasts properly." As he spoke he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and held her body up so he could reach the bra's catch. 

Colleen didn't argue. She helped him strip off both her blouse and bra pleased when his lips kept contact with her nipples. "Gently darling," she whispered, "you can suck my nipples but don't hurt me."

Emboldened by his success with her bra Peter undid the buttons along the side of her skirt and pulled it down. It snagged for a minute and he held his breath until Colleen lifted her bottom off the couch and let it slip free. Still with a nipple in his mouth he slid Colleen's wet panties down to follow the skirt to her ankles.

Colleen had made up her mind. No one will know she reasoned as she felt Peter removing her skirt and panties. He is only a boy; No one would believe that a happily married woman would take him home and seduce him. "Just this once," she groaned as she felt his fingers part the lips of her pussy.

Peter was in uncharted territory. He had never seen a woman without her clothes on. He had never had his fingers in the folds of a pussy. He didn't want to hurt her. But he didn't want to be too slow in case she changed her mind. So he pushed forward his fingers sliding up and down her extremely moist pussy until one found her clit and she bucked and groaned. 

He looked at her face and saw her head moving from side to side her mouth wide open and her eyes staring straight ahead. Thinking he had hurt her he was about to withdraw when she looked at him and said "That's it, touch me there darling, be gentle."

As a virgin who had never even read books on the subject of sex Peter knew little about foreplay what he knew was he wanted to fuck this woman. She had let him undress her, suck her breasts and finger her pussy now it was time to fuck. He stood up. His large stiff cock bouncing in the air and waited for her to say something. When she didn't he eased Colleen's legs wider still before aiming his cock at her pussy. 

Two or three stabs produced nothing until he felt her take his cock in her hand and lead it to the mouth of her hot welcoming hole. "Haven't you done this before?" she asked quietly as she looked up at him her voice and eyes full of lust. "Oh hell no," he groaned as he gasped for breath embarrassed at his admission. With her hand holding him at the entrance to her pussy he could wait no longer. He held his breath and pushed forward until his cock entered the welcoming folds of her hot wet hole.

Colleen let go of his cock and grabbed a hold of his hips her fingernails hurting as they dug into his firm flesh. "Steady lover," she growled. "You're much bigger than I'm used too. Take it easy. Let's make love so we both enjoy it. That means you don't hurt me and I won't hurt you."

They lay barely joined together for what seemed like minutes. Then he felt her move under him, her body opening slowly until all of his cock was inside and her legs closed around his back. They lay together savoring the moment before she groaned and started to move. "Make love to me sweetie, love me."

Peter took his lead from Colleen. She held him tight her legs closing on his body as they moved faster and faster until he started to struggle. "Let it go," she moaned. "Keep going I'm on the pill. Cum in me let me feel your spunk fill me."

He looked down at her staring eyes and open mouth as his first spurt of cum shot from his cock. He was overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling that shot through his body as spurt after spurt flooded her pussy. To his delight it seemed to go on forever until he felt drained and collapsed on to her body to begin madly kissing her face and lips. 

To Colleen's surprise Peter only took a minute before he stopped kissing her face and pushed his body up with his arms and started to move again. To her delight Peter's cock seemed larger and harder filling her pussy, his copious cum squashed out to leak down her leg. 

His second effort was more vigorous. She grunted as the force of his body seemed to expel air from her lungs. His body flattened against hers before he slid his arms under her legs and pushed them back against her breasts. In this position his cock rubbed her clit on nearly every stroke and she felt an immediate response. A sigh of delight escaped from her lips as a shudder shook her body. The first orgasm she had from a stiff hard cock in many months brought her back up off the couch pushing up to gain as much of his cock as possible. When his cock hit the back of her pussy on every thrust she delighted in the noise of the couch hitting the wall and moved to fuck him back. 

Peter felt the change hit Colleen. Her pussy closed on his cock as her body pushed up seeming to seek more and more of his cock. His mind registered the feelings smell and noise of their coupling. Then something marvelous happened as his cock responded once more spurting and spurting into Colleens bucking body. They slowly collapsed together breathing heavy covered in sweat. For a few minutes both quietly savoring the memory of their love making. 

"Can we do it again?" Peter asked as he felt his cock grow hard. Colleen pushed her self up on her elbows. "My god you'll be the death of me." Then she smiled and licked her lips, "but what a way to die." 

She recalled those words that afternoon when her doctor strapped her ankle and told her to rest. She could not recall resting or worrying about her ankle once during the long night as Peter rode her in every way possible. He was insatiable; loving every inch of her body once she slowed him down and promised to teach him how to love a woman properly.

She had called a halt when she heard the paperboy and the milkman make their deliveries during a heart stopping dog fashion session that ended at sunup 

With his young tool once again spewing cum into her pussy. 

He had helped her to the shower and joined her when she complained for the first time that night that her ankle hurt. He cleansed her tenderly spending minutes on each of what he called her love items. Under his tender care she realised what their long loving session had done to her body during the long night. Her pussy was tender to touch. Her mouth and jaws tired from sucking his cock. Her breasts and nipples had never had so much attention in one night. Yet her clit seemed to be standing up and out of her body intensely excited looking for more, making her realise what a fantastic loving night it had been. 

Peter had toweled her down. Dressed her in her sexiest nigh wear and made her breakfast. He overwhelmed her with love. He took every opportunity to kiss her and tell her she was beautiful. She had never been treated like this after a sexual encounter and lapped it up. 

It was mid morning before Peter rang the doctor's surgery and asked him to call on Colleen. 

When she objected saying that her neighbors would drop over as soon as the doctor called and find him there he ducked out the back and ran home. 

Returning within minutes he noisily picked up the paper and milk and knocked on her front door. "I brought you home last night and told you I would come back this morning," he said loudly as he kissed her his tongue entering her mouth his hands holding her breasts tenderly through her night dress.

When Sarah her recently arrived Congolese neighbor dropped in he made his excuses and left saying he was late for golf. Sarah seemed to immediately sense something different. "Tell me about your accident?" she demanded. "Why didn't you call me?" How did you cope on your own? Why did that young man come back?" her questions came thick and fast. 

Returning from the bath room she stood with her hands on her hips. "You let that young man fuck you." She laughed when Colleen started to speak. "Don't deny it, your bed reeks of fresh sex. You are wearing a sexy outfit that you only wear when your hubby comes home. I found couch covers that are wet through with cum and your vibrator hasn't been used." She sat on the bed beside Colleen and opened her nightie. "Look at your breasts don't tell me they haven't been sucked. Come on tell me about last night. How did you set it up? Is he good? Can I share him?"

Colleen was flabbergasted Sarah had quickly her closest friend as well as her neighbor. They confided everything to one another they had no secrets. "Oh hell," she groaned. "You guessed it. You are just too bloody smart. I was planning on keeping Peter a secret. If my husband ever found out he would kill him. Come to think of it he would probably kill me too."

It was over an hour later when she finished describing her night with Peter. 

"So that's it," she said as she sat back. You know every horny detail of a magnificent night I will never forget. I enjoyed it so much that I couldn't give him up just yet. Mark my words I won't take any chances but I intend to see much more of him. I have promised him that I will teach him how to pleasure a woman and I will." 

Her hand strayed down between her legs as she spoke. "He is a quick learner, very very athletic. More importantly he is built bigger than anything I have ever experienced or ever seen in porno magazines." She giggled nervously, "After he has spent many an afternoon and night in my bed and learns to refine the use of that equipment he carries he will be a lover that no woman can resist." 

Sarah was aroused by Colleen's description of Peter. "How can I help?" she asked anxiously. Colleen thought for a moment. "You can protect me from the gossips I will need you to help provide excuses for his visits. Why don't we start playing golf and invite him to teach us. You are single so the old crones around here will not be suspicious if we both spend time with him they will think it you he is after." She saw the disappointment on Sarah's face. "Don't worry you won't miss out. I'm sure he will be looking for more and will be awestruck at the idea of getting into your big black hairy pussy." 



Golf Club Wives Ch. 09



Mark studied Ayaha as she flitted around the room. He loved watching her tiny brown body in the little white shift that hid nothing. He loved the way her eyes shone and her face lit up when she looked at him.

She said she was happy and it showed in every thing she did. She was a tiny bundle of joy singing as she rushed to look after him.

"Thank you for coming home to Ayaha master," she whispered. 

"Don't call me master," he growled "you know I don't like it." 

Ayaha giggled happily. "I'm sorry but I love you. You are my master. I am yours." She pulled the front of her shift up to show she wore no underclothes. "My body is yours. I am here to do anything you want". 

Marks cock hardened at the fleeting glimpse of her pussy. It grew harder when she sat down at the table and ran her little foot up his leg. "I am doubly pleased when you come home to me for I know we will make love and I love the way you fill me with your love muscle." 

Mark laughed, "My love muscle. You haven't called it that before." 

She giggled happily, "I know. But the words cock dick and prick are too ordinary they can not describe what I feel when you fill me and bring me to those wonderful orgasms over and over again. No one has ever made me feel like you do. No man can do what you do to me. I can't believe how lucky I was when you took me in. I wait for you each night hoping you will come home early to me so we can make love."

Mark's cock was throbbing as she spoke. I should come home early more often he thought as he studied Ayaha`s sweet body. He sighed as he felt his hot blood take control of his emotions. Standing up he swept the dishes from the table ignoring the noise as they crashed on the floor. To Ayaha he seemed to grow stronger as he swung her up on the table and stripped her tiny shift away. 

She screamed with delight laughing as she told him to stop being silly and eat his dinner. "Dinner can wait I know what I want to eat," he said with a happy laugh. When he saw a wide smile light up her face he laughed louder. Pushing her back until her pussy lips were displayed for his inspection he looked down and tweaked a pointing nipple. "You really don't want me to stop do you?" he asked his voice full of emotion. Groaning and spreading her legs wider, she whispered wickedly. "Kiss my pussy," 

Even though she was expecting his kiss Ayaha yelped in surprise when a shudder ran through her body in response to his lips and a tremor took her breath away. "I love you. I love you." she cried as she brought her legs up to encircle his back.

I do love him she thought as Mark lifted her legs up around his neck and ran his rock hard cock up and down her wet slit. He can go with other women but he always comes back to me. He is mine. She tightened her legs around his neck and reached for the cheeks of his arse pulling him in tightening the muscles of her pussy to milk him. "More! More!" she moaned spurring him on.

Mark let her legs slide down his back so he could look at her flushed face. Beads of sweat shone on her forehead. Her eyes shone with love. Her mouth open her tongue licking her lips. She was breathing hard straining to take every inch of him. "My god little one you're fucking fantastic," he groaned as he struggled to hold on. 

Through the haze of lust and love that filled her eyes and ears she heard him moaning, "you've done it again I'm bloody Cumming. I can't hold on. You make me so bloody horny. I'm bloody Cumming too quickly." 

There was no need for him to tell her. She could feel the change in him; hear it in his breathing, sense the new urgency in his strokes and then finally the tensing of his body. She felt her body responding it too was tensing pushing up off the dining room table as their unfettered life giving fluids mingled and flowed and they came together in a sea of mutual admiration.

"You're beautiful. You're lovely. I love you." Both were speaking gripping each other as the last of their orgasms abated and their bodies relaxed. "More," she whispered, "more," and they started again. This time it was more leisurely more relaxed. Two lovers enjoying each other nibbling and kissing touching and caring it went on for hours until in the early hours of the morning he finally lifted her in his arms and carried her over to her room where her young baby slept peacefully. 

It did not seem very long before Ayaha woke him with a kiss and a warm feeling between his legs as she washed his balls with a warm washer and gently took his cock deep in her mouth. "Wake up sleepy head," she whispered. "I have your breakfast ready. You won't have much time to eat and take a shower before those three beautiful young ladies come over to talk to you." 

He was still half asleep and full of questions. "Who's coming, what time is it?" Running his hand up under her tiny shift he encountered bare flesh and the questions disappeared. "My god I love your pussy. You were wonderful last night. I'm really buggered. How can you be so lively and lovely so early in the morning after a night like that?"

Ayaha let him finger her pussy while she wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Come down to breakfast you must shower before the visitors arrive or they smell sex and know what you have been doing." 

Mark ran his thumb up over her clit. "Bugger the visitors come here and kiss me properly." 

Holding his throbbing cock in his hand he grinned, "Look at this horn I can't meet them like this." 

Giggling Ayaha dropped to her knees, "we must be quick," she growled.

He was showering with Ayaha a half an hour later responding once more to the feel of her tiny hands roaming all over his body when the bathroom door swung open to reveal Simone Rebecca and Rae giggling in the doorway. "We knew what you two would be up to when we could not raise a response downstairs," Rae cried as she threw them a towel. "Don't you ever rest?" 

Rebecca broke into a nervous giggle her face flushed as she remembered the way Mark had taken her cherry. "Take no notice of her Ayaha. I'd never rest either if I lived here and knew that monster was always ready to fill my pussy?" 

Downstairs in the kitchen Ayaha asked the girls to join Mark for breakfast. "They want to do it again with you," she announced when Mark asked the reason for their visit.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Rae giggled but we really want you to help Simone. She could never bring herself to come over here and hop into your bed." 

"She was the one that originally suggested that we find a mature lover like you. She agreed to ask you to be our first lover. Rebecca and I have talked to her for hours about the loving way you treated us. We have not come back looking for more because we wanted her to have her first visit before we came over for repeats. We have told her we are not going to wait any longer we want you to do it today."

Ayaha squealed and clapped her hands, "I will make up the bedroom master bring her up in a few minutes." Mark was stunned he had spent a wonderful loving night with Ayaha and could not believe how pleased she was to make room for more lovers. "Hang on," he cried trying to slow things down. "Let's hear from Simone its up to her." 

He looked over at Simone. The idea of a sexy young woman wanting them to take her cherry was the subject of many old men's dreams and he was living those dreams. 

He studied her closely. She had a body most young women would die for. He smiled to himself as she turned to give him a side view of her long shapely legs tiny waist and a set of firm hard tits. She had dressed carefully. Her little black dress was cut low to mould her breasts before dipping in to highlight her tiny waist. It was short enough to draw attention to her shiny black stockings and the black high heels that added that sexy curve to her calves. It was hard to imagine her being shy but she must be he thought as he wondered why she had not visited him like the others.

Simone must have read his mind. "I'm not shy and it's true I was the one that wanted a mature lover instead of giving my virginity to one of those ego maniac school jocks." She grimaced, "but to just roll over here and say fuck me is not my idea of a memorable occasion that I will look back on and relive with pleasure in years to come."

She waved her hand at Rebecca and Rae. "I don't want these two vultures watching. I want it to be private just us. I have thought about it and would like you to take me to lunch wine me and dine me then bring me home to the room Ayaha prepared and make passionate love to me."

Mark moved quickly while the girls ate breakfast. He had his office book a table for lunch at the town's top club. He arranged for his Merc to be detailed and delivered so he takes her for a leisurely drive around the city and the nearby countryside before lunch. Kissing Ayaha lovingly he asked her to add or do anything he might have missed. "Make sure its special. I want her to remember today when ever she lets a new man fuck her." 

Ayaha sent Rebecca and Rae home leaving Simone standing alone waiting. "Don't worry," Ayah whispered. "He is a kind and gentle lover. He can be what ever you want him to be. Just talk to him, tell him what you like. He just loves making his woman happy."

Simone was impressed when the door man and head waiter at the club recognized Mark and treated her like royalty. She could not help but notice the way heads turned as she strode across the busy room to their table. Within minutes some of the cities leading businessmen dropped by their table to pay their respects and to have Mark introduce his beautiful young friend. 

Simone had never felt more at ease in her life she felt special and her mind turned to sex. Her friends had relieved their experiences with Mark telling her over and over how wonderful it had been. Now as she sipped a glass of champagne her heart raced as her thoughts turned to her expectations of what would happen when she spent her afternoon in bed with this highly desirable powerful man. 

She felt her nipples grow hard when he took her hand and whispered "I have a room upstairs that I keep for corporate guests Ayaha has had it specially prepared for us, would you like to see it." 

Her mouth immediately dried up making it hard to talk. She ran her tongue over her lips and mumbled, "Yes let's go I'm ready."

Taking her arm he led her through the tables towards the door. As they made their way through the crowded tables he very deliberately ran his hand lightly down her back to fondle her young butt. "Don't look now but half the men in the room are jealous." Ignoring his words she looked back over her shoulder at the men in the room. "You're crazy how you can say such a thing?" 

His smile broke into a wide grin. "If you want proof just look at how many are holding their napkins in their laps. They are hiding their hardons afraid to move because their wives might notice."

As they crossed the lobby to enter the lift he let his hand drift back up to her waist. "Leave it down there I like it," Simone whispered.

Groaning he slid his hand back to cup the cheek of her firm young backside. "Take care young lady you are not only affecting those old fogies. Look down and you will see that I could do with a napkin right now."

Simone ran her hand over the lump in his pants as the lift door closed. "You know that is the nicest compliment I have had paid to me today. To think that I can turn on a powerful older man like you without doing or giving up anything makes me so proud."  

Mark took her head in his hands and kissed her. "Don't sell yourself short. You are one beautiful young woman. A man would have to be dead not to be turned on by you." Reaching their floor he kissed her again and guided her towards their room. "Lets hurry I can't wait to strip those clothes off so I can see what I know will be a fantastic body." 

In the room Mark was surprised when Simone pushed him back on a bedside chair. "I want to dance for you," she whispered as she threw her shawl on the floor and pirouetted around so her tiny skirt flared out displaying glimpses of flesh above her black stockings. She strode around the room slowly undoing buttons and zips. "I would love to dance in one of those strip clubs but they are so sleazy that they leave me cold. I have practiced a special dance for you in front of the mirror in my room." She jiggled her butt and her breasts suggestively, "I want you to tell me if I'm sexy." 

Mark was breathing heavy when she finished dancing. She had danced out of her dress and teased him as she removed her bra displaying a much larger set of tits than he had expected. Finally she stood in her high heels swaying her hips clad in a black garter belt and stockings showing no evidence of a thong. "None of my crowd wear garter belts," she whispered. "I bought this especially for you. I didn't wear panties or a thong because I thought they would hide what I wanted you to see." 

She turned slowly, "you like?" she whispered. 

"My god what is there to dislike?" he growled as he sat up and reached for her. 

She danced away, "No I'm in charge, this is my cherry let me seduce you." 

Remembering her anger at what she had called the grabbing tactics of the school jocks he sat up in the chair and growled, "You are in charge sweetie. We will do what ever you want."

Later that night as he drove her home he whispered. "you were fantastic. I remember you saying you wanted to lose your cherry in a way that you will relive with pleasure. I don't know about you but I know I will never forget this afternoon. From the moment you made me strip and sit back on the chair I was in heaven. I'll never forget how you sat astride me and slid up on my lap. No one has ever ridden me in a chair it was mind boggling for me." He straightened the lump in his pants. "The way you moulded the whole of your body against mine is burnt into my memory it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life."

Simone turned in her seat so he could see her long legs right up until a shadow hid her pussy. "You should talk. It was your cock that filled me. It was your cock that moved so fantastically, touching me lightly, thumping me hard, withdrawing then returning over and over doing things to my body and my mind until my pussy was a sloppy mess." She shook her head, "It wasn't only your cock your tongue, your hands, you lips, your raunchy whispers, my god the more I recall the more I want." 

Mark rubbed the lump in his pants, "don't blame me its bloody hours later and I still grow hard just thinking of you."

"Pull over and stop the car," she ordered huskily. "I can't let you go home like that." Mark looked around they were on the towns main drag a few hundred yards from his largest supermarket. "Behave we can't do anything here people are walking past they will see." 

"Park," she demanded. "Or I'll attack you while you're driving." Mark hurriedly pulled into the curb when Simone put one hand over his mouth. "Stop talking I'm not finished with you." She immediately opened his zip and released his hard cock. "Bugger the people I am going to give you a blow job you will never forget and I am going to do it right here so you will always remember me when you drive down this road to work." 

Time seemed to stand still for Mark as she deep throated him and massaged his balls. To his surprise he not only seemed to grow harder but he immediately felt a build up that meant only one thing.

Simone could tell from the movements of Marks body that he was getting close. She slipped his cock from her mouth and growled, "Would you like to cum in my mouth or do you want to cum all over my tits like they do in those porno clips."

Mark had no option as soon as her mouth closed over his cock once more his cock pulsed and spurted forcing her to gulp and swallow what to his surprise given their afternoon activities was a copious load. Simone grunted and took it all using her hands and tongue to drain every drop. When he flopped back in his seat she did her best to lick his cock clean but cum was still dribbling from the side of her mouth when she moved up to kiss him. "Thank you," she whispered, "now I can tell better stories than Rebecca and Rae. They will freak when I tell them how you filled all my holes my pussy my arse and my mouth not just once but many many times." She giggled happily, "I love you, I will never forget the things we did together. I had dreamed it would be special but it was better than my dreams. We did everything." 

"We haven't finished yet," he growled I'm taking you home to my bed." Hours later he woke to giggles and laughter. Lying with his eyes closed he heard Ayaha talking, "he's snoring you have worn him out. Let him sleep." He was drifting off when he realised that his bedroom seemed full of people.

Through the haze he heard. "You will have to wake him my mum will be heart broken if he doesn't turn up to rip her clothes off on the thirteenth fairway." Thank god its only Rae and Rebecca he thought as he heard Rebecca chip in, "now he has had Simone, he's fair game we want more it's our turn." 

Opening his eyes he saw Rebecca and Rae standing with Ayaha at the bottom of the bed. "He's awake Rae squealed jumping on the bed between Simone and Mark. "My god he's hard," she laughed as she groped between his legs "should we use it or let him go to mum."

Speaking for the first time from her position in his bed Simone rubbed sleep from her eyes. "Let's shower him and send him off to play around. We can wait until later, "anyway I want to tell you about yesterday."



Golf Club Wives



When? Where? Who? Questions came thick and fast.

Mark blushed when he heard her say, “I can’t tell you, but I can say without a doubt he has the thickest if not the longest prick I’ve ever had or seen.”

Responding to further questions, Mark heard her say “he’s married, I don’t think he has strayed before, but I reckon once he starts he will make a great fuck.”

Mark was now becoming concerned at the way Darlene was handling things. Instead of trying to get rid of them she was stirring them up telling more than she should.



Darlene was talking to the women, at the same time she was looking over their shoulders at the changing room. 

Darlene knew Mark was listening. There was no way out other than through the front of the shop. 

She giggled as she thought of him listening, “what if I told you that right under your noses there is this new horny husband?”

To Mark’s concern she went on, “He will make some of the limp dicked wonders at this club look like fairies.”

Mark was relieved when he heard Martha say with a laugh. 

“Oh come off it,” you’ve been down and dirty with your old man here in the shop before he went out to coach.” “You’re just dressing it up, trying to put us off by talking a lot of hot cock.” 

Darlene lowered her voice whispering so Mark could not hear. “Remember how we have been having fun together fantasising about finding a new lover we could share.” 


“Well I might just have found him. He’s not a regular at club functions or on the greens. I heard him tell Jim that his wife has gone away for a few days. So if we work it right he’s available.”



They all started to talk at once.

Darlene put her finger to her lips whispering, “Alright fuck you, just listen.” 

“You were right; he was just starting to fuck me when you came in.” 

“We were down on the floor in the changing room. He had just sunk his enormous cock when you arrived.” 

“I can still feel it now;” she said her hand returning to her cunt. “He’s still back there he can’t get out while you’re here. So piss off, whilst I see if he still wants to play.”

Mark stood fully dressed unable to hear what was going on as the ladies whispered and giggled together.

All I want to do is get out of here he thought. I should have had more bloody sense than get myself into such a fix. Trying to fuck Jim’s wife in his shop in the middle of the afternoon, what the bloody hell came over me. 

He watched as the Darlene ushered the three young women out of the front of the shop, and headed back to him.

“Bloody hell I though you were going to tell them I was here,” he whispered as she pushed him back through the curtain into the change room.

“What did that young Shelia Jones do to make you squeal like that?” He asked

Darlene took his hand, “she did this,” she said, as she moved his fingers up under her skirt to her moist cunt. 

Dave, who had only wanted to get out, now found his hand on her hairy cunt. Without thinking he moved his finger in side to rub her clit.

Darlene moved closer, her hand came up to the back of his neck and her lips sought his. He was no longer thinking rationally, her tongue was once again setting him on fire. 

Darlene hand moved down to again release his now highly excited prick. “It’s magnificent” she purred, “fuck me sweetheart, fuck me.” Mark no longer needed her urging he pushed her back hard against the wall and lifted her bodily off the floor.

Her legs swung up around his hips positioning her cunt and his cock close together. Taking one arm from around his neck she held his prick whilst he lifted her, and brought her down to force his cock deep into her cunt. 

Her eyes popped open as his prick hit bottom. She started to pant,” Oh my god you’re big you’ll split me in two.”

Mark with legs slightly bent tried to fuck up into her cunt. Needing more movement he used his strength to lift her slim twenty four year old body, and then bring it down hard jamming his cock in till it could go no further. 

Finding a rhythm he continued to lift her body up and down, listening to her moans as each thrust forced a gasp of wind from her mouth.

Darlene could not believe how full Mark’s prick filled her cunt. She could hear herself grunting and groaning each time Mark’s prick as stiff as battering ram filled her cunt, hitting the rear on every thrust. 

Her breath came in jolts; sweat ran down her face her eyes opened wide, as she felt the changes in her body that preceded an orgasm. 

She screamed “oh god I’m coming I’m coming.”

Her screams had two quiet opposite effects on Mark. It brought him to a mind blowing climax, His knees buckled as he felt his spunk flooding into her. 

Her loud piercing screams also made him face the reality of what he was doing, where he was doing it, and with whom he was doing it. 

“Not so fucking loud, remember we are in your husbands pro shop,” he cried. “Come on, Lets get cleaned up, someone might have heard us,” he groaned as he held her while she regained her strength.

She took hold of his cum covered cock.

“I want more of that,” she said as they searched for their clothes. “Promise me we will do it again or I won’t let you go.”

Mark hearing people talking out side made all the right noises and promises. 

“Where’s my cotton tails?” she whispered as they straightened their clothes. 

“In my pocket,” he whispered. 

“Can I keep them to remember you? He asked with a grin.

“You won’t need anything to remember Me.” she said “you will not get a chance to forget me.” 

Mark returned to work just as the office was closing to pick up some documents. Then headed for his car. 

In the car park he heard a loud argument, turning to see what was happening he recognised one of the people involved as Sally his personal assistant. 

“What’s going on over there he called loudly?” 

At the sound of his voice, Sally ran to him and grabbed him, “oh thank god you’re here” she cried.



“Please get me out of here, that’s my former partner.” “He was waiting in the car park he’s been drinking he wants me back.”

“When I told him to go, he said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” She was shuddering and crying as he held her in his arms.

“Don’t let him get me,” she pleaded

“Calm down, calm down,” he whispered as a car skidded to a halt beside them.

The driver screamed out the window, “Is this the old bastard you dumped me for? You fucking bitch.”

Before Mark could do anything the driver screamed, “Well you can have the stupid slut!” and drove off spinning his wheels. 

Sally clung to Mark as the car disappeared. Her firm young tits pressed against his chest, her body leaning heavily in his arms. 

She was crying “I’m sorry I’m sorry.” “I’m so ashamed, I didn’t want you to see me like this,” she cried.

As they talked she wriggled closer into the protection of his arms, causing his prick to push up between their stomachs.

Mark tried to push her away, but she held on “no don’t leave me here,” she cried.

“I’m not going to leave you, where’s your car?” he asked as he moved his body and straightened his now painfully entangled prick. 

“I don’t think I can drive I’m too upset,” she whispered quietly. “Could you drive me home?”

“Of course,” he responded leading her to his car.

As they drove home they studied each other. Sally who had confided to the girls in accounting that she would like to get Mark in the sack couldn’t believe what had happened.

Mark until this morning had never had any sexual thoughts about his personal assistant. Many of his male visitors had drawn his attention to his new assistant’s lush figure. He had always shushed them telling them she might hear and be embarrassed.

Earlier today she had caught him staring when his eyes had been drawn to her legs. He had a thing for legs in black stockings. As far as he could remember, today was the first time since she started work that she had worn stockings. 

Now that he was studying Sally more closely he realised why she attracted male admirers, she was one sexy young filly. 

At her town house Mark escorted her to the door turned on the lights and checked to see if her partner was hanging around.

Sally took his arm and kissed him on the cheek, “sit down” she urged, “Let me get you some thing to eat.”

Mark was hungry he had not thought about food, or what he was going to eat with Tammy away. 

“That would be great” he said as she pushed him down on the lounge and poured him a stiff drink.

They ate together, relaxing as good food and good wine worked their magic.

Sally was a toucher; she took every opportunity to kiss him. At first her kisses were simple pecks on the cheek as she repeated her thanks for his help. As the wine flowed her kisses picked up in intensity. 

Moving from light kisses on the mouth to lingering tongue thrashing energy sapping monsters, she kept Mark constantly horny.

After one long gut wrenching kiss Mark was bushed, “my god I’ve never been kissed so much since I was a lad.” 

“How old are you” she asked while he opened another bottle of wine. “I’m too old for you, I’m two and a half times your age” he laughed.

“They say you’re never too old” she grinned as she threw herself on his lap and kissed him hard. 

Sally looked him straight in the eye and laughed,” A good wine and a good man mature with age.”

Mark was overwhelmed by Sally. She kissed him again and again wriggling her bottom against his erection.

She startled Mark by stopping a long kiss “I’ve worked it out, yes I’ve worked it out.” 

“I’m eighteen so you’re forty five.” 

It was his turn to laugh “I thought you meant that you had worked my zip down and worked something else out with all that wriggling and jiggling.”

“That’s next,” she laughed as she stood up.

Mark gasped, as she stood with the light behind her, “Sally your breathtaking,” he cried, “so young so vibrant so horny, I’m ready to come in my pants.”

She swung around the light shining on her stockings. “Your perving on my legs,” she giggled.

“I saw you looking at them in the office, are you a leg man Mark?”

Mark lay back on the couch and told her, “There is nothing hornier than a great pair of legs in high heels and black stockings.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t resist looking.” He apologised. 

She rushed over and kissed him, “just sit there for a minute,” she said as she moved to her bedroom.

Minutes later he heard her whisper “Mark.” 

She stood leaning against the door, naked except for stockings and heels.

“I hope looking is not all you do,” she smiled 

Before Mark could respond she pulled a chair over in front of the couch and sat herself up on its arms.

She wriggled the chair until her melon sized tits were level with his mouth. 

Mark needed no invitation his mouth closed over her tit as his tongue lashed around its nipple.

“Oh that’s good,” she cried as she took his hand and moved it to her wet cunt.

With her legs over the arms of the chair her cunt was wide open suspended above the seat.

He inserted a finger when she pulled his hand hard against her cunts mouth.

“More” she moaned, “more” her hand grabbing more of his fingers. Her hips started to move gathering pace pushing hard against his fingers.

Mark was amazed. Sally’s cunt was violently fucking his hand. He was stunned when within minutes she came, and continued to come as she jolted her cunt hard. 

Never before had Mark met anyone who bucked her body so hard, or moaned and groaned so intensely and came as copiously as eighteen year old Sally. 

She kept on fucking his fingers. The pace of her cunts movement never slowed. 

His hand was covered with her fluid. Come splashed down off his hand on to her stockings and the seat.

She bit his ear, “Keep going, she moaned keep going,” as she rode his hand and fingers.

Sally was coming again, “oh I love you, you’re lovely,” she groaned as she kissed him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. 

She stood up quickly, “you’ve got to many clothes on.” She immediately sunk to her knees and started to strip his clothes away. 

“My god what a beauty” Sally exclaimed when his cock swung free. She took it and licked it all over all the while looking up at him, “I want you to watch,” she groaned. “I love giving head.” 

Mark shivered in anticipation as her mouth took his prick deep in her mouth then withdrew and licked the eye trying to insert her tongue.

Mark knew he was losing control as Sally lovingly licked his prick sucking and deep throating, all the while looking up into his eyes.

She knew he was reaching a climax and looked up at Mark, gradually sucking his whole prick into her mouth. Her eyes rolled still watching his face as she pushed her mouth down over his prick until her forehead was pressed against his body.

Mark could not believe what was happening her young firm mouth was accepting his penis and holding it, while the muscles of her mouth and the movement of her tongue brought him to the most intense orgasm 

He held her hair back from her face, I’m going to come he whispered, “I can’t hold it.”

With her mouth full of his cock she didn’t answer she just rolled her eyes and swallowed as he emptied his load. Her eyes never left his as she liked and sucked him clean.

Sally looked up at Mark, “will he get hard again?” 

“I don’t know” he answered. “I have never been sucked clean like that before” 

Her mouth returned to his cock. She played with his butt, stroking and teasing until he felt his cock surge. She looked up her eyes smiling. She pulled her mouth back, “Now fuck me.”

Sally took the lead she threw herself down on the bed and raised her legs up over her head, her arms holding her legs behind the knees. Mark stood and watched as her cunt became fully exposed.

“Ram it in lover” she moaned, “fuck me hard I like it fast and hard.”

Mark had never experienced any thing or any one like Sally. Her body not only responded to his thrusts but moved so that every inch of his cock hit home. Her fingers ran circles around the head of her cunt as she urged him, “Oh yes that’s it. Harder harder.” 

Sally was a walking talking orgy, she sucked him, she fucked him, she fingered him. All the time Sally described what she was going to do and what she wanted him to do. 

Marks body was covered in love bites his cock covered in lipstick. She jumped up giggling and used her lipstick to draw kisses and hearts all over his body especially his but and cock. 

“Leave it there” she said, “there’s no one home so your wife won’t see.” 

Sally pampered Mark, her every movement was designed to please him. She showed what it was like to have a young lover who knew how to fuck and loved it, every minute with her was fun 

Driving home Mark looked at his watch it was nine o’clock he had been at Sallies for over three hours and he was worn out. Sally had made him do things and last longer than he had ever done before. What a night, he grinned. 

At home his answering machine had a message from Darlene. 

“Ring me, I can get free tonight, I have some girl friends I want you to meet.”