0 comments/ 126740 views/ 17 favorites Courtney: The Golf Cart Girl Ch. 01 By: JRob Courtney Connors was one of those girls everyone called hot. Red hot. Courtney had been every guy’s dream girl in high school back in the late 80s, but I got to know her at the Stone Harbor Golf Club where I worked as a cart attendant and she as a cart girl. For those who aren’t golfers, the cart girl is a sort of waitress on wheels. She drives a golf cart stocked with beverages, snacks and so forth around the golf course. These women are generally young and good looking, quick with a quip and a smile because it led to tips. At this New Jersey club it meant a hundred bucks a day if the weather was good and play way high. .Like most experienced cart girls (there must be a manual somewhere) Courtney always had a big smile, wore tight white shorts and a club golf shirt. Prim and proper to one degree, oozing sexiness to another. Courtney had little time for me, choosing to cavort with sports studs, but whenever she needed some help around the club I would pitch in, if only to get a close look at the 18-year-old blonde cheerleader. “Hey Rob, can you help me with this box?” asked the 5-4, blue-eyed girl. Boy can I help with your box, I thought, but merely replied “sure”. I loaded the box into her cart, staring at her shapely tanned legs as she slipped in to the driver’s seat an drove away. God she was hot. On the infrequent occasions we got a chance to talk — usually when she was stocking the cart — Courtney mentioned she had received a partial scholarship to Villanova, but unless finances improved she might start college at a local community college. I joked she could go to Rowan University with me...maybe even share a dorm room, causing her to laugh out loud and mutter “In your dreams.” She was out of my league, so I was thrilled just to infrequently talk and of course soak in her good looks whenever I could. Midway through the summer Courtney was talking about Philadelphia and I mentioned college, and she informed me that she definitely would be attending school on the Main Line. She told of her parents finally agreeing to a school loan, and she said her earnings over the summer would make up the difference needed to attend the prestigious school. I didn’t think about it at first, but one night after giving her a hard-pounding fuck in my masterbatory bed I somehow got to wondering how she had gone from someone with little chance of getting the money for the college of her choice to a slam dunk entry. The partial scholarship and the small student loan didn’t add up to the large amount required to attend, but I guess the tips were good when you were a beautiful female batting your eyelashes and wiggling your behind at men all day. The events of late July enlightened my thinking. It was a hot, sticky Jersey Shore day, complete with a 4 p.m. thundershower which sent most of the members scurrying to shelters on the course or into the clubhouse. Courtney drove into the cart barn then headed toward the restaurant with her cash box, and I remember thinking that maybe she was skimming money off the top to add to her tips. Nah. The rain was torrential at times, and the barn got hotter and stickier my the minute, so when it began to let up I decided to head out to my car for a new shirt. Rather than walk around to the lot, which involved heading around a long pathway then behind the maintenance shed, I sort of trekked up a sandy mound and through some evergreens and to my car. Opening the trunk, I pulled out a new club shirt then glanced around the lot. Seeing nobody, I slipped off my wet shirt. Just then I heard a car approaching, and realizing I could get into some trouble for changing in the lot I quickly grabbed my new shirt, shut the trunk, then scampered up the closest hill into the trees before being spotted. Out of breath, I paused at the top of the hill in the evergreens and tidied up my shirt before heading back to the cart barn. Something, however, told me to see who was driving into the lot, and I glanced out of my secluded location only to eye the black Mercedes of Mr. Gamble, a local realtor. Nothing surprising there, although I did wonder why he was driving in to the back lot normally reserved for employees. What startled me more was that Courtney was in the passenger seat. Pretty, sexy, untouchable Courtney. My inquisitive mind got the best of me, and I sat out of sight as the twosome parked in the rear of the lot, well away from spying eyes but not mine. The two talked for a couple minutes, and I noticed Courtney laughing at one of Mr. Gamble’s corny jokes. At least that’s what I surmised, because he was known around the club for two things, his lousy tips and his bad jokes. I knew I needed to get back to my job, but I couldn’t get myself to leave. I had to know what was up. It wasn’t long before I knew. Mr. Gamble began looking around and I noticed him sort of adjusting his midsection, shuffling in the driver’s seat. It all happened so fast that nothing dawned on me until seconds later when Courtney, miss prim and proper Courtney, miss I don’t have time for mere mortals Courtney lowered her head into Mr. Gamble’s lap. It struck me like a ton of bricks. Courtney Connors was sucking cock. Mr. Gamble’s to be precise. Now from my vantage point I couldn’t be sure. I mean, I didn’t see his cock and to be honest I could only see the top of her head. But that head was bobbing up and down on something in his large lap. It didn’t take a map for me to get the picture. I attempted to slip a little in the shadows to get a better look, but it was impossible to do without moving into a location where I might be observed by the lovemaking twosome. So I resigned myself to see what I could from my secure spot. I remember thinking that it was odd that this middle aged, married man with a paunch was able to attract this blonde beauty, but those thoughts were quickly dispelled as I was drawn to the naughty couple. Never before had I been a voyeur, but I have to tell you, even not seeing everything it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Hotter than when I stumbled across my dad’s porno collection. The actors into raw sex, but the vision of Courtney going down on Mr. G. was way more exciting to my eyes. Mr. Gamble’s head was well back against the headrest, and I could tell his body was rocking up and down. The top of the blonde mane of my favorite cart girl slipped in and out of view, first slowly, then a little faster, then speeding up as the two rocked together. Suddenly Mr. Gamble stopped mid-bounce, and his hands encircled Courtney’s head. Uh huh, he was cumming. He had to be cumming. And from the way he was holding the girl’s head, he was cumming in the mouth of the girl with the light red lipstick. They held that pose for several seconds, and I noticed his hands moving off her now slowly bobbing again head. She stayed down there for about a minute, barely moving, as the man laid back in luxury. Soon Courtney pushed up and moved back to her side of the car, saying something to the man before reaching into her purse to grab her lipstick. My hard-on nearly exploded, not from watching the blow job, but from watching Courtney reapply her lipstick. I slid back, slithering out of my hiding spot, and ran back to the cart barn. It wasn’t easy, because my cock was rock hard all the way, but I pushed it down into my underwear to be decent. Luckily, nobody complained about my absence and I quickly began drying and moving carts and clubs out of the shack in anticipation of the return of the members. Several went back out to the course, and in my devotion to work I nearly missed Courtney’s reappearance. When I spied her she was already in her cart, attempting to drive out but slowed by several carts blocking her way. I had trouble looking at her, knowing what she had just done minutes before, but first got one, then another, cart out of the way. “Thanks, Jon,” said the girl. “No problem, Courtney. Any time! We’re here to help, you know, that’s the cart attendant’s credo,” I stammered, awed at how the girl could be so composed just minutes after sucking the cock of a club member twice her age. Courtney looked at me as if I was from Pluto, but smiled. “Uh, Courtney, I don’t want to get too personal, but, uh, your lipstick is a little smeared.” I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. The girl looked at me in shock. “Got ya,” I said with a laugh. “You are just always looking perfect, I was kidding you.” Relieved, she laughingly called me a jerk, shook her head then sped out onto the course. From that day forward I did all I could to observe the young girl. I’d look at the tee sheets to see if Mr. Gamble was scheduled to play, but on the couple of occasions he was there didn’t seem to be any hanky panky going on with Courtney. I just couldn’t figure it out. Courtney was the nightly featured attraction as I whacked off to the vision of her sucking off Mr. Gamble. Sometimes, right before cumming, I’d have her look up and motion me over to blow the two of us. As they say, the mind is a terrible thing to waste...so I used it to imagine ways of using the young girl as my sex toy. It was difficult working with her daily, because I knew of her parking lot dalliances. I was jealous of Mr. Gamble, wondering what she could possibly see in that older guy when eager guys like me worshiped her every wiggle. Yet the reality was she had no time for me, and apparently had time for Mr. Gamble. I had nearly resigned myself to my chance observation of the two lovers being a one-shot deal, but something in the back of my head said time was on my side and I would catch some more voyeuristic action. Turns out I was sort of right. Let me explain. It was a warm Tuesday evening, just after 8. I was the only attendant remaining, with my sole responsibility to clean the carts as they came in and orderly drive them into the cart barn. Once taken care of I’d lock up and be on my way. There were about five or six groups left on the course. Courtney had been hanging around the women’s locker room and parking lot. It was as if she finished work, left for the day, but got to her car and realized she had forgotten something. I’d see her walk back to the clubhouse a couple times, heading into the employee’s entrance. Later I saw her go out toward the parking lot, only to come back in. Once I saw her standing near the club, looking out at the golf course. It was confusing to me, because it appeared she was looking for someone, but I knew Mr. Gamble wasn’t on the premises so it wasn’t as if those two might be hooking up (and I might get to watch!). Still, it was odd. Douglas Mack’s group was coming up 18 and I looked to see if possibly Mr. Gamble had evaded me to play with his business partner. Nope. It was just the businessman and three men I didn’t know. Guests of the man, most likely. They completed their round and drove up. I cleaned their clubs and Mr. Mack tipped me a $10 bill. “It’s a good day, Jonathan, the boys here donated to my favorite charity....me!” said the man, nodding at his playing partners. The men headed inside while I racked their clubs and then took care of the cart. I had a funny feeling, a guess really, that Courtney had not left. I took a quick walk toward the back parking lot where I stumbled upon Courtney sitting in the front seat of her car, her radio playing softly. Hers was the only car in the lot except mine, but they were well apart. Unlike the prior week, this time she was much closer to my vantage point. I was intrgued, but knew I had to get back to the job to avoid suspicion. I knew she was up to something, but what? Quickly taking care of the next two foursomes who finished their round, I again scampered back to my vantage point. Courtney remained in her car, listening to music. Slipping back toward the clubhouse I waved at several members as they left the club, then watched a father and son practicing on the putting green. That’s when it dawned on me. Courtney was waiting for Mr. Gamble in “their” favorite spot! Of course, the parking lot was relatively safe from the prying eyes of members, a good place for the two lovebirds to meet late in the day. Mr. Gamble wouldn’t worry about his wife driving up, the club was nearly deserted, in other words, perfect! Courtney, I surmised, was merely early, waiting for her older lover. I got an instant hard-on imagining what I soon might see. Would she blow him? Or could it be possible she’d fuck the geezer? I was a whirlwind cleaning up the barn, so much so that I passed on attempting to get tips when one of the groups came in, busying myself with parking the carts. The cart barn had a seldom used back door, but I used it that night to sped my trek toward my hiding place among the evergreens. At first I thought I was wrong, because only Courtney was in the secluded locale. I nearly started back to the job when I stopped mid-step upon hearing an approaching automobile. Bingo. It was a black Mercedes. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t Mr. Gamble. No, it was Mr. Mack, and be pulled alongside Courtney’s red Civic. Courtney smiled, waved, and exited her car only to enter the luxurious leather passenger side seat. What the heck was going on here? They must be discussing a gift or something for her lover. Why not? Mr. Mack was Mr. Gamble’s closest friend and co-manager of the real estate office. At least that’s what I was thinking until Mr. Mack reached down and unbuckled his belt and slipped his wiener out of his pants. Courtney moved closer to the man and slid her hand onto his dick while planting a kiss onto his lips. The two made out for a couple minutes, with Courtney slipping her talented hand up and down his cock. I knew this because from his car was no more than 20 feet from my viewing area. They broke their embrace and talked for a minute ... to softly for me to hear, but all the while sweet Courtney was stroking the man’s good-sized dick. Mr. Mack said something and the girl of my dreams smiled, looking down at his manhood. The scene was priceless. Courtney licked her 18-year-old talented lips, smiled at the man, then dropped her head into his lap. Geez, what was wrong with me? Where was my camera? Note to file, don’t forget it next time! I reached into my pants and slipped out my cock, stroking it at the same speed Courtney was working Mr. Mack’s meat. Unlike Mr. Gamble, whose head was well back into the headrest, Mr. Mack was still, content to let the girl work her mouth magic while observing each and every movement of her pretty face on his cock. She ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, then swabbed it all over with hot wet tongue action. She kissed the side of his dick, then moved her head and kissed the hard spike some more. She looked up at the man, continuing to stroke with her hand, and I could swear she asked him if she could suck his cock. He nodded, and she lowered her head once more, this time rubbing the dick against her lily white face. First she held the dick against her skin and then she stroked it against her soft cheeks, kissing the base of his cock whenever she got all the way down against the junction of dick and balls. Then she lifted her head and looked at the dick as the man pulled down his pants and underwear to give her complete access. She ovaled her mouth and slowly inserted the cock between her lips. Inch by inch she sucked it into her wet, willing orifice. This time the man’s head fell back in the luxurious pleasure of her talented teenaged mouth. I couldn’t believe how talented the young girl was at giving head, not that I had much experience at receiving such attention. Fact is, I was still a virgin, having only gotten a hand job from a girl. But I had seen several erotic films and while I knew they might not depict “real” girls I knew Courtney was every bit as sensual. Courtney took one, two, three and four inches into her mouth, stopping to savor the cock before moving into a tantalizingly slow upstroke. She then repeated the act, maintaining her slow speed as the man moaned his admiration. My mind marveled at the experienced mouth of the girl. She was stroking the base of Mr. Mack’s slab while moving her mouth in tandem. It wasn’t long before she began moving a little more quickly, bringing the man closer and closer toward release. The girl deliberately wormed the flesh in and out of her mouth as the man began quickly lifting his midsection off the plush leather seats. Mr. Mack put his hand on Courtney’s head and guided the speed for several strokes. Then he moved his other hand on top of the girl’s, stroking along with her. Suddenly he pulled the cock out of her mouth, but the two continued stroking. Unbelievably he began shooting his sticky sperm all over the cheeks of the girl of my dreams. First one spurt, then two, three and four shots of man juice made its way to Courtney’s innocent face. It was so erotic watching the cum shooting all over her face. Watching a blow job was amazing, but observing the man jerking his cock and exploding his sauce on her face brought the cum spurting out of my own cock. Mr. Mack rubbed his dick over Courtney’s face, spreading the sticky residue of his orgasm like a painter would a wall. Even after his orgasm subsided he rocked in his seat. Courtney continued her affair with the man’s dick, sucking it back into her mouth. I watched scooped some of his come into her mouth, then looked at the man while deliberately swallowing the cum. She cleaned his cock then sat back as the man pulled up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt. All the while he was stroking her cum-stained cheek, rubbing the sauce into her creamy face like moisturizing lotion. The two talked a bit, then Courtney made her exit and returned to the Civic. With a wave she backed out and drove out of the lot. I couldn’t believe she was seeing both men, guys who work together at that. It was hot to think about, but I surely didn’t understand what was going on. A week later I was startled to the nth degree when Mr. Gamble and Mr. Mack were playing a match with two local building contractors. The heavyset man was named Norville, the other, slimmer guy John. It wouldn’t have been important until later that day, however. I spent the day wondering if either of the real estate guys would be visiting Courtney that day. As luck would have it I was at the equipment barn when the foursome finished their round, but I did note Mr. Gamble and Mr. Mack in deep discussion with Courtney near the rear of the clubhouse later that evening. She was shaking her head “no” but the two were insistent. I figured her jig was up, that one of the men found out about the other and were in the midst of a confrontation. Wow wrong I was, because soon all three were laughing. Go figure. The men went back into the clubhouse while Courtney drove her cart to the barn. “Can you do me a big favor, Jon? Can you take care of my cart? I have to get to an appointment,” cooed the girl. “Sure, Courtney, I’ll handle it. Got a big date?” “Nah, just have to take care of some things,” said the girl. “That’s great, Courtney!” The girl kissed me on the cheek before whirling away and rushing down the path toward the back lot. I knew she said she was leaving, but I had to be sure. I grabbed my camera and slipped out to my favorite voyeur spot and saw the girl slip into her car. She didn’t start it, though, preferring to apply some makeup. Soon an SUV drove into the lot and pulled in next to Courtney. I couldn’t believe my eyes: the two guys from the real estate guys foursome were inside, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Courtney was a whore. This time the guys and Courtney got into the back seat, the girl in between the two horny men. My view was nowhere near as good as my earlier spying sessions, but there was no doubt at her task. The men wiggled out of their pants, and Courtney took turns satisfying their sexual needs. It didn’t take the girl long to complete her task, and I was a bit disappointed in that she didn’t take as much time or make as much effort with the two guys. Each left with a smile on their face, as did Courtney. I didn’t see any money exchange hands, so I figured my whore thoughts might have been incorrect, but who knows? Courtney: The Golf Cart Girl Ch. 01 That night was the most exciting of my life, as I transferred the digital shots to my computer and jerked off at Courtney’s sucking of the two men’s cocks. They weren’t the best photos in the world...I only caught the top and back of her head for the most part, but there was no doubt at what was happening in the back seat of that car. There was a whole lot of cocksucking going on. I was sitting in the cart barn about a week later when I heard a cart stop right outside the window. It was Mr. Gamble and Mr. Mack, and they were talking about business. After a bit, though, Courtney apparently drove by. “Hi guys,” said the girl with the talented mouth. “Hi sweetie, you look great today,” said Mr. Gamble. She told the guys to have fun, then added: “See you later.” “Hope so,” said Mr. Mack. Courtney drove off and the guys began talking about the blonde cart girl. “She is fantastic! Can you believe she blew those guys last week?” said Mr. Gamble. “I can’t believe we talked her into it. That’s one bet I didn’t mind paying off.” “You know it, but it sealed the deal. It was well worth the tip!” added Mr. Mack. “Yea, I’ve heard of working your way through school, but she has a much better idea. Working your way into school.” “She has such a talented mouth! I would have called the dean anyway, but she gave me such great incentive!” added Mr. Gamble. “And the scholarship, heck, it’s tax decutable!” Mr. Mack laughed. “Geez, where were girls like her when I was in school. Whatever, I’m glad we’ve been able to work things out with her. And heck, it works pretty well in her behalf too.” “Okay, let’s go play. Winner gets Courtney after the round.” “You’re on!” I made sure I had batteries for my camera. Courtney: The Golf Cart Girl Ch. 02 Courtney The Golf Cart Girl- Chapter Two (Ed Note: Part two of the continuing story of a New Jersey golf course golf course girl who uses her special talents to earn a college scholarship). The knowledge that Courtney Connors was blowing her way into college bounced around in my head nightly for days. We’ve all heard stories about girls who blew their professor to get a good grade, but the revelation that Courtney was using her mouth as an avenue to get into college gave new meaning to the thought of working hard over the summer to have money to use at the university. Thoughts of the cart girl smiling and teasing golfers as she whisked around the golf course brought a smile to my face, but thoughts of her caught in the act of fellating several lofty club members brought blood to my groin. Heading to work was no longer a chore. I looked forward to the possibility of seeing dear little blonde Courtney, knowing a secret that, if revealed, would shock the county, to say nothing of friends and wives. Heck, knowing what I knew about the girl and her visits to the parking lot made me look at her in a completely different light. While I still was transfixed upon her shapely legs which protruded from her white shorts, the memory of her milking club member’s cocks was the kind of vision one could only dream about. The only problem was I could never get enough of playing voyeur in this little one-act play. I found myself asking to work the same days as Courtney, hoping to catch her in the act again. It was a perilous activity, as I had to be careful as not to cause suspicion of my actions, not only from the blue-eyed 19-year-old, but from my bosses as well. On more than one occasion I received a “talking to” for leaving my post near the cart barn while checking to see if Courtney was satisfying her “clients” or whatever it was you called guys who used her “services”. For the first week or so after I overheard Mr. Mack and Mr. Gamble discussing their arrangement with the young girl, the deal which the two real estate executives agreed to have their company provide her with a scholarship, I thought of her has a whore. I mean, what is selling your body for sex if not a hooker? Why is she any different than any woman of the evening who stands on a street corner offering her services. Why a high class call girl is still a hooker, right? Then again, there was a little bit of Robin Hood in her endeavor. She wasn’t robbing the rich to give to the poor, mind you, but she was reallocating cash from somebody who had it (the real estate guys) to someone who didn’t (Courtney). Or at least that was my rationalization on why Courtney was still relatively pure and not some cheap whore. So in my mind Courtney was merely a smart businessperson who was using her talented mouth and body attributes to work her way into college. It was as simple as that. Still, the knowledge that she was a naughty, naughty girl kept me up some nights fantasizing about watching her perform and even sampling some of her services myself. Of course, every day was a new surprise. Bill Sinclair, son of the mayor of a local town and a club member himself, dated Courtney a few times that summer. On a rare occasion where Bill, a high school classmate, and I jawed at a meeting my the clubhouse, he intimated how his goal for the summer was to get into Courtney’s pants. Which means he wasn’t already in them, a surprise to me as I thought be bagged nearly every girl we knew. So maybe wasn’t putting out for anyone with a cock. No matter how hard I spied I didn’t catch her in the act with anyone but the two real estate guys and that one time with their clients. Still I looked as often as I could at the parking lot, spying for any telltale sign of a rendezvous. It was a steamy hot July night and I had a feeling that one of the real estate guys was going to get lucky and score with the beautiful cart girl. After their round Mr. Gamble unknowingly confirmed that when he bid Mr. Mack goodbye after their round. “Have a great night, Mac, I gotta get to a meeting,” said Mr. Gamble to his partner. “Think of me while you are, uh, doing whatever you’re going to do.” I remember thinking that was an odd thing for a guy to say to another guy, and that sparked my thoughts that it was Mr. Mack’s time for a visit with Courtney. Mr. Mack laughed, and mentioned he needed to hit the shower before his “appointment”. He had a big smile on his face when Courtney drove up seconds later in her beverage and snack-stocked cart, and the two exchanged the kind of glance that only lovers do when they don’t want someone to know about their relationship. Alone with Courtney a little bit later I asked how her summer was going. “Really good, Jon, I’m making good tips and getting a tan while I am at it, what could be better?” she said with a smile, turning in the seat and offering me a stellar view of her shapely legs. “That’s great. I wish I had your, uh, attributes. Maybe I’d earn larger tips here!” Courtney’s look told me I had hit a responsive chord, and she started to spout something nasty toward me, I just could feel it. “I’m joking, Court! Don’t take this wrong, but you are so pretty in your little outfit, I think you dazzle all of the guys so much that they forget the guys who clean and take care of their golf clubs. Nothing personal....it’s a compliment.” The girl just shook her head. “Ok, I’ll take it as a compliment Jon, no offense taken. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were flirting with me!” I shook my head no. “Good thing, because my boyfriend is jealous, and he’s already mad I’m going to Philly for college. I mean, it’s only 90 minutes from here, but it’s not like we can see each other like we do here.” To say nothing about the service she was performing to allow her to go away to school, I thought, smiling like a dummy. We spoke for a little more, mostly about dumb stuff, until she finished her duties and said good night. I thought what she should have said is “see you in a little bit” because I just knew she was meeting Mr. Mack, it was obvious to me. And right I was. The man left the locker room a few minutes later all spiffed up, smiling as he waved goodbye to me. I waved back, checked to see if anyone was coming toward the clubhouse from the 18th hole, then left a little sign that I would be back in a few minutes. Secreting out the back door of the barn and to my special hiding spot, I shivered a bit in anticipation of catching the two going at it once again. When I arrived it was clear I had correctly detected the meeting, as there was the Civic and Mercedes parked side-by-side. From this vantage point I had a little better view of the cars, as they had parked a bit sideways toward my hiding spot, offering me a great view of Mr. Mack and a decent one of the cart girl of my dreams. Like their past meeting I observed them chatting. This time, though, Mr. Mack was running his hand up and down Courtney’s shapely thigh. It was then I noticed the girl had changed out of her white shorts and into a short skirt. Soon I realized why, as the man slipped his hand higher and higher up her thigh and beneath the fabric of her skirt. Magically Courtney’s pristine white cotton panties came into view as the man deftly slipped them down from under her short skirt. He left them draped just below her knees. Once again his hand slipped up her thigh, slowly caressing each inch until he felt her hot, moist box. I envied the man who had hit paydirt with my fantasy girl. I continued to spy at the two as the man’s hand became more insistent. Soon Courtney’s legs parted, somewhat hindered by her panties around her knees, and the man began running his fingers along her sex. While I couldn’t see the actual penetration, there was not doubt he was stroking her pussy as he nuzzled her neck. Courtney slid away from the man, planting her head on the top of the leather German seat and luxuriating in his touch. He stroked under that skirt slowly, then faster, then slower again. I could see her head back, eyes closed, as she slowly rocked to his gentle touch. Imagine my surprise when I saw Mr. Mack use his other hand to unzip his pants and reach into his underwear, pulling out his cock. He began stroking it to full erection while still maintaining his caresses of the young girls wet pussy. Let me assure you I am not gay, but I have to tell you that seeing Mr. Mack’s manhood did cause me a little bit of a case of the shivers. It wasn’t real long, but it what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. It had to be four inches around. I marveled that the girl had been able to put that dagger into her sweet little mouth with such ease. While I had seen his cock the last time Courtney blew him, I hadn’t seen it from as close range. It began to throb with his stroking, and I couldn’t help thinking that the sweet little cart girl wouldn’t just be sucking the lollipop tonight, she’d be slipping the sausage between her legs. I continued watching as Mr. Mack stroked the girl and his cock at the same time. I don’t know how he did it without pulling a muscle or something, but however he was doing it presented an erotic picture. I reached back and focused my camera on the twosome in anticipation of their sucking or maybe even more. Soon I heard Courtney moaning and I could swear she shouted she was cumming. Seconds later the man’s cock began spurting in his hand. I was so shocked that they weren’t doing the nasty that I forgot to snap a few photos of the sexy scene. Mr. Mack used a handkerchief to clean up his mess, making sure the leather seats were not stained, and then zipped up while Courtney was smoothing her skirt and making herself presentable. The two then innocently talked for a bit before she kissed him on the cheek and exited the car. Once outside I started to her car before slipping back to the window, and I clearly heard her say she “really enjoyed herself”. Then she said something about looking forward to seeing him Thursday night at 10. That night I imagined Courtney’s hand and then mouth on my dick as I looked at the grainy photos I had taken over the last couple weeks. I marveled at her experience in sex. Heck, she was so much more advanced than I although we were just months apart in age. It must me nice knowing you have the attributes to attract members of the opposite sex as easily as she did. The next couple days were a blur as I readied myself for Thursday night. I just knew they were meeting again, although the lateness of the rendezvous did make me wonder what was up. I gleaned from snippets of conversation that Mr. Mack and his wife JoAnn would be having dinner Thursday night at the club, but that he’d be staying to play cards afterward. JoAnn would be heading home after dinner as she was on an early schedule at the hospital the next morning. So that’s it, Mr. Mack and Courtney would be meeting in the parking lot that night for a little munching of the salami. I waited Thursday night in my secret spot and watched Courtney drive into the parking lot on schedule. She sat, playing the radio softly, waiting for her date. At just after 10 I noticed a man, Mr. Mack it turned out, approaching the car. Instead of getting inside he opened the door and Courtney emerged. The two kissed and then Mr. Mack whispered something in her ear, bringing forth a smart smack to his arm. Yet she wasn’t mad, because I could see the gleam in her smile in the moonlit night. The two lovers walked away from the cars, but not toward the clubhouse (I wondered if here would be a little locker room action) or the cart barn. Rather, they were walking toward the 9th green. Of course! It was to be a little on the green fantasy fulfilling action, I surmised. Sleuthing behind them, I kept the shadows with my steps somewhat masked by the music coming from the clubhouse windows. Mr. Mack had a hand gently placed upon Courtney’s slim ass, while hers was around his waist. They appeared to be long-lost lovers making up for missed time. They would stop at times, kiss, talk, then shuffle ahead. Thinking quick I crept toward a grove of trees about 30 yards from the green. From this vantage point I would be able to observe the twosome if they ended up where I thought they would. Sure enough, they sat on the side of the green and observed the stars in the sky. Soon Mr. Mack’s hand slipped down to a breast, and it wasn’t long before he slowly caressed it while kissing first her neck then on the mouth. They made out for a while before his hand slipped under her skirt and began stroking her pussy. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get into her pants, or, should I say, between her legs because the young sexy girl was sans panties beneath her short skirt. Courtney reached down and began stroking the man, jerking her mature lover’s dick while keeping their mouths glued together. Courtney broke the embrace and slid back onto her back, while the man reached into his pants, pulled out a condom, slipped it onto his hard cock, then slowly rubbed his cock up and down her moist slit. I saw her shudder as he slipped a little higher on her prone body, then mounted the girl. Her legs were spread wide, and I heard her moan as he slowly entered her. . “Oh,” groaned the girl his dick firmly planted in her gash, “Mac, it’s so big!” The man pulled out, slowly pushed back deep into the girl, then slid his cock back. Up and down he went, and soon she was moving in tandem with the man old enough to be her father. The two fucked in a deliberate manner, almost savoring each stroke. “You feel so hot, so tight,” said the real estate executive. “You’re making my dick jump.” I watched as the man’s ass rose high then fired down, sending his cock into her sloppy pussy with ease. Like old lovers they humped in unison for a while before the man started moving much quicker into the welcome 19-year-old’s snatch. I was amazed at how wide her legs were spread, to say nothing about how she took every stroke to the hilt. The man’s thrusting continued to quicken as he obviously was nearing his climax. With the lovers locked in a fucking embrace I slipped onto my feet and slithered back toward the parking lot. I glanced back a couple times, but soon the night and the foliage blocked my view. At first I was going to leave, but then I slipped back into my spot near the cars to catch them upon their return. It wasn’t long before the lovebirds approached, complete with laughter and what I thought was almost a groan. “You’re such a joker, Mac, I can’t believe some of your stories,” exclaimed Courtney with a laugh. “And you are such a wonderful piece of ass, Courtney, you will break a lot of hearts,” said the man. “You are well worth the danger.” “Aw, Mr. Mack, nobody is going to know about this, don’t worry. I wouldn’t say a word to anyone, you can count on me,” said the girl. “I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed that, and how much I love the way you are helping me out. You are a sweetheart.” The man kissed the girl on the forehead, then slipped into his car. “I still have a couple minutes...” “What did you have in mind?” cooed the girl. “As if I didn’t know...” “Well, you could clean my dick off, that way my wife wouldn’t know about our, uh, meeting,” said the man. “Gladly.” Oh my, she was going to suck him again...right after he fucked her. Courtney bent over and, leaning on one hand, lowered her head into the man’s lap. From my angle I could catch nearly all of her decent. And believe me, it was a sight to behold. He wasn’t rock hard, but that didn’t deter the girl from taking all of his dick into her mouth. She slowly and masterfully applied what I now called The Courtney Caress with her mouth, bringing the older man to a state of hardness. She continued sucking his dick, slipping onto her knees against the bottom of the door frame. Courtney worked his dick, and I could hear the man groan as he reveled in her sucking. “Oh Courtney, you are a perfect cocksucker. I can’t believe you got me hard so soon after cumming in you. You are amazing,” said the man. Courtney continued her attempt to have her mouth strangle his cock, and soon was bobbing her head faster and faster as the man laid back and enjoyed the mouth magic of the experienced young girl. I felt my own dick harden and it took all my resolve to keep it in my pants. I wanted to jerk off as I watched, but the threat of discovery kept me calm, etching the act into my memory bank. After a bit she tired, and she lifted her head off his cock, replacing the blow job with a slow, deliberate hand job. “Mr. Mack you are so good to me, let me take your cum in my mouth.” It was as if she muttered some magic spell on the man, because he put his hand on the back of her head, lowered it down and watched as she sucked his dick back into her mouth. He didn’t take it easy on the girl, as he began thrusting quickly into her mouth. Soon his head once again fell back and her cheeks buldged as the man orgasmed into her willing, sucking, cunt-like oral cavity. Yup, his dick was clean! The girl made sure of that. The two rested for a couple minutes before she kissed him good night. I couldn’t help myself, after the two cars left I slipped out my dick and jerked off. I hate to admit it, but it didn’t take a minute of recall from their sensuous memory to shoot a load into the branches of the evergreen. What a night! I couldn’t believe the girl was doing what she was, and that I knew about it. It was so erotic catching them in the act, and the photos I developed weren’t bad either. Not perfect, a little grainy and dark, but focused enough to see each of the lovers in various stages of sexual endeavors. I know the shots were hot because they brought me to hardness each time I would sneak a look. Imagine what would happen if Mr. Mack’s or Mr. Gamble’s wife, or Courtney’s parents, or the club management knew about her proclivity to satisfying men. Imagine. Courtney: The Golf Cart Girl Ch. 03 Many readers have asked for another installment of the Golf Cart Girl saga of young Courtney, a co-worker of mine years ago at a Southern New Jersey golf course. I worked in the cart barn, she was the beverage/snack girl riding the course and selling beverages. By accident I stumbled upon her ingenious way of earning a college scholarship, and used that knowledge to my own advantage. While it is not necessary to ready installments 1 and 2 before this one, it is recommended. * Over the years I've seen shows on television like "Bowling for Dollars" and heard radio programs like "Dialing for Dollars," but Courtney Connors bettered each of those shows with her version of "Blowing for Dollars." Courtney was every man's dream. Just 19, she was young, seemingly innocent and extremely pretty. But as I had observed first hand, she was not the wholesome, innocent girl she pretended to be. Over the summer I had unexpectedly stumbled into the girl giving Mr. Gamble, a local real estate executive, a savory blow job in his shiny black Mercedes late one afternoon after a round of golf. The girl, who tantalized visitors to the Stone Harbor Golf Club by day, driving around in short-shorts on her golf cart, smiling while handing out beverages and snacks for tips, was a vixen after work. I caught her in the compromising act with Mr. Gamble by accident, but it wasn't a one-time thing as I spied on her several times repeating the nasty act with him in the back employee and overflow parking lot at the club. Then, over the next month, I saw her fellate Mr. Gamble's business partner, Mr. Mack, and fuck him as well...on a green no less. I also spied on her blowing two business associates of the real estate men as payment for what I found out later was for a lost golf bet. Why? Well, as it turns out, the girl was blowing for dollars like a cheap, common whore. Well, maybe not a cheap whore, but an expensive call girl. The two men had set her up with a college fund and spending money in return for her nocturnal activities, paying the formerly innocent girl for her seductive services. I knew, because not only had I seen the girl give a number of stellar blow jobs and on one occasion saw her fucking one of the men on a green, but I also had several digital photos of the activities. Photos, if in the wrong hands, would cause all kinds of problems and pain. How it started I didn't know. But what I did know was Courtney Connors had a talented mouth, one that was very busy after work hours around the club. So what's a virgin guy to do? What would you do? Courtney was five feet four inches tall, with pretty blue eyes that she'd bat whenever she saw the opportunity to flirt. And that smile, that wide, pretty smile, brought a hard-on to me as I knew she used those lips to more than smile. I'd seen her use those pretty lips, which she loved to coat with a light red lipstick, to wrap around Mr. Gamble long, thin cock and Mr. Mack's thick meaty dick. I'd watched her suck Mr. Mack's cock after he'd fucked her, cleaning off his and her juices so, as Mr. Mack said, "My wife won't know I'd fucked someone." Oh, he used a condom on the girl, but that fact didn't stop her from sucking after fucking. I knew all about those luscious lips, those kissable lips. I thought of them at night in bed when I'd jerk off, sometimes looking at the grainy photos and sometimes just sparked by my imagination. I wondered what those lips would feel like around my cock. What was really odd is that her boyfriend hadn't bedded her, nor had she even had the slightest reputation of putting out for other guys she'd dated in the past in high school. This was a girl with not a speck of rumor about her reputation of being as pure as newly fallen snow. No, to everyone who knew her, Courtney was the picture of perfection in a girl. Of course I knew better. I had first hand knowledge about what she had been doing. I knew her dark side. I knew willingly sucked cock, older guys' cocks. She sucked them after rounds of golf, and as I learned she'd blow the real estate man who won the golf bet. The loser, well, he had to wait a week to attempt to get her as a prize. My spying eyes learned a lot about Courtney, how she'd "earned" her scholarship to Villanova, how she'd snuck off with the real estate men at the snap of a finger. How her mouth was used to entice clients when necessary. Yet how she refused to put out a little for her boyfriend. Since finding out Courtney was a slut I didn't try to treat her any different, but I guess I did. I know I made suggestive comments a couple times, which at first was taken by the girl as innocent flirting. But after a while she'd get terse with her responses to my borderline nasty comments. As the summer when on she would throw an insult or two into conversations with me. It pissed me off, given how I knew she was a girl who needed kneepads, but every time I'd get mad at the girl she'd bump into me, smile, and I'd forget about her taunts and insults. The blue-eyed, long-legged girl somehow managed to keep her affair(s) with the men secret. Nobody else at the club had an inkling, and neither did the men's wives, a fact I constantly remembered. Management would surely fire her, but what havoc would occur if they found out about their husband's nocturnal activities? It would be ugly, undoubtedly, especially if Mrs. Gamble found out. That woman was a class A bitch with a capital B. Mrs. Gamble treated everyone on the club staff like dirt, and had actually cost two employees their jobs when she complained about something or another they did. She would boss people around as if she were management, not a customer. Oh, the customer might be always right, but that didn't mean she could act like a playground bully. Over the last several months I had a couple run-ins with her, as she once chastised me for riding a cart too fast back to the cart barn while on another she dressed me down for not showing her proper "respect" in front of a friend. That brought a tongue-lashing and reprimand from my boss, one, when the woman was out of ear shot, was rescinded. No, the bitchy Mrs. Gamble had no friends around the club. At least that's what I thought. Who says lightening doesn't strike twice at the same place? I can tell you first hand it does, as on one Wednesday night after ladies day at the club was clearing out I saw a freshly showered and made-up Mrs. Gamble sneaking away from the women's locker room toward the pro shop. I say sneaking, because she left the women's locker room and looked all over as if to ensure she was not being watched. That look said something was up, and from my seat in the cart barn I happened to see her wearing a cute little white tennis outfit. Her hair was perfect, and her long, tanned legs were astounding for an 18-year-old let along a 40ish woman. The top accentuated her breasts and the short white skirt was, well, wonderful to look at as it flared about as she walked. The outfit, though, struck me as odd because she had played golf during the day and the tennis courts were closed. Watching as she quickly strode toward the pro shop, I had to wonder what was up. The head pro had sent the assistants home a half hour before and the place was empty. Dusk was nearing, but I could track her walking toward the shop. Maybe she had forgotten something on the course, but that normally meant heading to the lost and found at the cart barn. I snuck around the side and watched as she neared the pro shop, only to bypass the front door. That door had a "closed" sign in sight, but Mrs. Gamble didn't mind. She went around the side and disappeared from sight. I had to find out what was going on, because there was nothing behind the pro shop other than the ninth green. The parking lots were in the opposite direction, and no other club facilities were over there. Like an undercover operative in the movies I snuck toward the shop, taking a circuitous route in an effort to stay well away from the woman. I arrived near the back of the pro shop and didn't see any trace of the woman. I thought that was a shame, because she looked very cute for a 40-something woman. I stood behind the ninth green and looked to and fro to no avail, she had disappeared. Giving up my quest, I started back toward the cart barn but was startled to a stop when I passed the pro shop. I could swear I heard voices inside, something I thought impossible as the shop had closed an hour before. Carefully I walked closer to the shop, deciding the side window would be the safest spot to spy inside. Lightning, it seems, can strike twice. Inside the pro shop I saw Mrs. Gamble in a lover's embrace with the head pro. The two were swapping spit, with Mrs. Gamble holding both of her arms around his neck while his hands were fondling the woman's ass over her short tennis skirt. The pro mentioned something about her outfit being "so damned hot" before locking lips again with the married woman. The two made out like teenagers over the next several minutes before I heard Mrs. Gamble almost beg the man to bang her. "Oh Roger, I need you, I need you now," said the breathless woman. They broke their embrace and I saw the man unzip his pants. He reached inside and pulled out a long, hard cock as the woman merely stared at him as if she was in a trance. I could swear she licked her luscious lips. "Suck it Mrs. Gamble," was all he said. I thought she'd smack him. Heck, even I knew Mrs. Gamble didn't give blow jobs. I had overheard her husband telling Mr. Mack that his wife wouldn't suck cock if her life depended on it. That's why he loved having Courtney suck his cock, it was something his wife refused to do. When I listened to Mr. Gamble revelation about his wife I figured that made his trysts with Courtney okay, as the young girl was merely doing something his wife would not. So when I watched what Mrs. Gamble did next I was shocked. The older woman gracefully lowered herself to her knees in front of the golf pro and did exactly as he commanded; she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock. I watched as the woman slowly sucked the man's meat into her mouth, taking several inches deep before her head rebounded back. She repeated the action several times, gradually increasing her speed and suction. I could almost feel the hot lips on my own cock it was so close. The erotic encounter continued as the man made several grunts as he began rocking in and out of her mouth. He placed his hands on her head and guided her up, down and around his monster cock. He had to have seven or eight inches of man meat, and the woman did her best to take as much as possible into her mouth. Once, when it got too deep, she backed off and gagged, but then man showed little mercy, rubbing his cock on her face while she coughed from the assault. Soon she was back at it, sucking cock like a pro. It was so erotic seeing the woman's cheeks bulge out as she swirled her tongue around the man meat. The man soon pushed the married woman off his cock and helped her to her feet. Spinning her around he guided her several steps to his desk, pushing her face down onto the waist high desk. The pro proceeded to lift the tennis skirt up and over the woman's ass. He then slowly lowered her white panties down her thighs and off one of her legs. While on his knees he reached over and spread open the woman's ass, and he nestled his face down, licking pussy to ass while the woman moaned. "Oh my god, oh my god, don't stop," said the woman to the man who definitely didn't. You couldn't have pried the man off her furry nest with a crowbar. He ate a gourmet meal while the woman wiggled from his sensuous touch. She sort of rocked back at him while he continued his tongue-lashing of her moist slit. "Ohhh, you have to do it!" insisted the woman. "Fuck me!" The golf pro listened. He rose, rubbed his cock along her pussy and then pulled back. He reached over to a desk a grabbed a condom pack, fumbling at first then quickly pulling it out and rolling it down his rock hard cock. Once again he rubbed the now sheathed dick along her pussy before slowly inserting his rock hard dick into her soaking wet hole. Firmly implanted in her cunt the man gripped her ass with his hands then began slowly fucking the married woman. Watching the coupling couple was so erotic I had to pull out my dick. I looked around to ensure the coast was clear and stroked myself at the same speed the golf pro was fucking the woman. The tucking continued, a little more furiously, as I tugged on my cock. After a bit the man leaned over and moved his hand to the woman's tits, so now he was holding her extra close as he sort of pulled on her mounds while banging her pussy from behind. The actions brought moans from the woman's lips, and she begged him to fuck her hard. The two rocked and humped like newlyweds. They were struggling to keep at least some semblance of quiet, but the groans and moans and sweet nothings that escaped their mouths cleanly made their way to my ears. The man pushed hard into the woman as she held on for dear life. In and out he went, savagely ravishing her hole while milking her tits. "Oh, fuck me," groaned the woman. "I'm gonna cum." The revelation forced the man to fuck her harder and faster, and I marveled how they didn't tumble to the ground although papers did fly off the desk to the floor. "Ahhhhhh...." I assumed the woman was cumming from her groans, and that brought the spunk shooting high against the pro shop wall from my pulsating cock. I watched as they continued to fuck, slower now, as the woman came down from her cock induced high. Then the man surprised me. He pulled out of the woman's pussy and helped her turn around. "Suck it," he commanded. The woman who wouldn't suck her husband once didn't hesitate. She pulled the dirty condom off and then sucked the golf pro's cock. This time the dick has the nasty taste of condom and she wriggled her nose at the smell. That didn't deter her one iota, as she attacked the cock with her mouth. She grabbed it at the base, aimed it at her face, and then lowered her head to his cock. This time it was she who was on a mission, and she rapidly sucked the man's cock. I thought he was going to fall over, but he grabbed the side of the desk as the woman assaulted his joy stick. He rocked in her mouth as his dick jumped. I couldn't have been a minute but soon his rocking stopped and his head bent back as he shot his hot cum into the wanton woman's sucking mouth. I swear I saw her cheeks bulge out as the man shot what must have been a copious load of baby batter into her wet and willing mouth. Mrs. Gamble kept the cock in her mouth as she jerked his cock while continuing to cock, first draining his balls of any leftover residue and later cleaning the cock off completely. Coming down from his erotic high the man snickered down at the fellatrix. He smiled as she milked his spent dick. "That was wonderful, Mrs. Gamble! Simply wonderful. All week long I was thinking about your mouth and pussy." I couldn't believe he didn't call her by her first name, but now nothing surprised me. They made small talk, made themselves presentable, and as quickly as it started it was over. The surprise continued when he said he'd see her again in a week, "same time, same place." Figuring I had better get out before being discovered, I snuck away from the pro shop and back to the friendly confines of the cart barn. Reflecting on what I had seen, I have to admit my mind was totally jumbled. First there was young Courtney the cocksucker, now Mrs. Gamble. Two women who love down and dirty, illicit, mind-blowing sex. That night I tossed and turned, wondering what, if anything, I should do about my newly found knowledge. The rendezvous was clearly not a spur of the moment, one-time affair. They had gone from A to Z in a matter of minutes, so they obviously had been together before. I wanted to tell Mr. Gamble of my newfound knowledge, but then realized that might open a can of worms. Heck, the Mrs. was only doing exactly what the Mr. was having done to him. Thinking about it, the twosome deserved each other. If I ratted out Mrs. Gamble, there was a chance the head pro would get fired or worse. That mean he'd be pissed off, and maybe Courtney would rat out Mr. Gamble. What an ugly scene that would be! Still, thinking of Courtney and Mrs. Gamble, I had to laugh at how two prim and proper ladies still found a way to act like common sluts right before the eyes of the husband and father. Yes, the head pro was Courtney's dad. What an amazing coincidence.