1 comments/ 64567 views/ 8 favorites The Mini-Golf Girl Ch. 01 By: wolfwriter77 I enjoy miniature golf. I play it all the time. There's a course down the street from me that I've been playing at least once a week for the past five years. I know the guy that owns the course and it's really a great place to play. Of course, I do have another motive for playing that particular course. The owner's daughter is blazing. I've watched her grow up from a cute, athletic high school girl to a toned, buxom college playmate. Her name is Crystal and she runs the course for her dad during the summer when he takes vacations and whenever she's home from school. After playing there for so long, I've gotten to know her a little bit and we are very friendly. Of course, I lust after her in my fantasies, but I doubt she feels the same way about a 35 year-old divorced guy who's only in average shape. I mean, she likes me as a friend, but I think I'd be kidding myself if I thought she pictured me in the depths of the night when the heat between her legs was the strongest. Regardless of how she felt or didn't feel towards me, I loved to look at her whenever I played. She was 5'6", with long dirty blonde hair. She is and always was a soccer player, which gave her great definition to her legs and ass. She was an early bloomer and her chest filled out into a nice C-cup, probably 36C. She definitely got her tits from her mother who was nothing less than a MILF herself, with a chest that no man could resist staring at. Over the years I had managed to get a few pictures of her through friendly gatherings and on real good nights I would spread them on by bed and stroke while looking at the sweet flesh that I would never taste. Crystal was working the course one Saturday afternoon when a light rain came in. I had just pulled into the parking lot and was pissed because I figured they'd be closing up. But when she saw me, she told me to come on over. Since I was a preferred customer and a friend, she said she'd let me play a round in the drizzle. I thanked her and walked to the course. On the first hole, I was thinking less about my putting game and more about the tank-top she wore that accentuated the tops of her tanned tits, pushing them together and creating cleavage one thought models were only capable of. Her tight shorts that hugged her hips and ass nearly made my cock as stiff as the putter. I tried to keep her out of my head as I played and was doing a decent job of it until I came to the 10th hole, which starts off in back of the little building they use for a clubhouse. There's a small window there and I took a peek in, hoping I could see her bending over for something. I usually gave a smile and a wave when I pulled around to the 10th hole, so if she saw me looking in the window, it wouldn't be unusual. I was shocked as to what I saw when I looked in this time. Although I couldn't see her whole body, I saw enough to send me into a fantasyland. She was positioned behind a divider, sitting at the desk and computer that I knew was there. From when I stood all I could see was from her waist down, which was enough for me. Her shorts were around her ankles and her baby-blue panties were pulled to the side revealing a pussy that was covered in dark, wispy hair. She had one hand down there, running through her hair and lips, rubbing her clit. She was masturbating. She was masturbating while she knew I was on the course and could return at any time. My cock was immediately hard at seeing the pussy that I had so long imagined in my dreams. Not that it looked like what I had imagined. It was much more hairy than I had pictured. I always figured college girls kept their lips, or the whole thing, shaved, leaving no more than a triangle or strip of hair above. Her hair was neatly trimmed, but ran from a triangle patch above down over her pussy lips, all the way to her asshole, which I couldn't see but dearly wanted to look at- not to mention smell and taste. I watched as she continued to work her pussy. I tried to move my angle of viewing a bit and I brought into view more of her body and a bit of the computer screen. If I moved any more, she would surely see me, so I stopped and took what I could get. On the screen I could tell she was cycling through pictures of women, women with men, women with women and men with men. She was covering everything in her little personal time. I wanted to watch more, but knew I needed to finish up the round rather quickly or she might figure something was wrong. So I tore myself away and finished up, thinking about whatever I could so that my hard-on would go down by the time I got back to the clubhouse. I managed to knock my cock down to about half-staff before returning to the clubhouse. As I got up to the window I saw her come from the back. She was licking her fingers as if she had just eaten something, but I knew that she was tasting her juices. It almost got me hot and bothered, but I held my composure. "Didn't mind playing in the rain?" she asked with a smile. "Nope, had a great time out there." I smiled back out there. I don't think she knew that I saw her; at least her body language didn't seem to say so. "Gonna be back tomorrow?" "If it's good I will." "Great, see you then." With both smiled and I got to my car and drove home. I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough when I did and within five minutes of arriving at home, I blew a load. All my dreams that night centered on the dark haired pussy that was secretly shown to me that day and I wondered if I would get the chance to see it again. I also wondered why she had done it. Did she enjoy the thrill of possibly getting caught? Did she actually have something for me and want to get caught by me? I was intrigued and excited. I went back to the course a week later. This time it was late at night on a very hot and humid day. I usually went right before closing because she would let me play a round after everyone left. I hoped that tonight she would do a repeat performance of the other day. This night she was wearing a blue bikini top, that hugged her breasts wonderfully. Her nipples were hard and showed under the fabric and I had to do my best not to stare, although I was sure she was used to staring. She had the same cut-off shorts as the other day, making another hot outfit. She sure knew how to accentuate her body with clothing. I played the front nine with great speed this night and came up to the 10th hole with high expectations. I crept up to the window and peered inside. She was there, in the same position, except tonight's underwear was pink. She definitely must get hot knowing I was out there when she was fingering herself. This time, I took a little more liberties in my view angle and got into a position where I could see her chest. If she had just moved up a couple of inches she would see me in the window watching. Tonight added an extra bonus as when I got to her chest, I saw that one tit was pulled out of the bikini top. Her tan lines were crisp and clean and the white flesh surrounded a small red nipple. It peered at me and begged me to come suck it. She had a picture of two girls and two guys on the screen all engaged in a group oral activity. One hand furiously worked her pussy and the other her breast. Wanting to sort of catch her in the act, I quickly marked down a few scores on the rest of the card, ran over to the 18th hole and finished up. I walked up to the counter and rung the bell. "Just a minute," a breathless voice came from the backroom. "Trying to fix something." After a moments wait, she came around the corner. By her look it was definitely obvious that she had been doing something more than fixing something, but I didn't let on. Her hair was a bit out of place and there was shine to her upper forehead where the sweat broke out during her masturbating session. The fabric of the bikini covering the tit that was exposed was all out of place and slightly folded, showing how she shoved her tit back in it very quickly. Her pants were up, but she had overlooked the fact that they weren't zipped. The bright pink fabric glared at me from between her legs. "Good round," she asked, trying to subtly catch her breath." "Yup," I smiled and I decided to give her a little hint. "Um, not that I was looking, but your pants seemed to be unzipped." Her face turned bright red as she looked down. "Oh...must have forgot when I was in the bathroom." She bent over to fix the problem and when she did, her tit that was hastily shoved into her top fell out. "Oh shit," she said as she stood back up straight. Her hand immediately went to cover her bare nipple, but not before I got another glimpse at it. Her other hand grabbed the fabric and she shoved her tit back into place. She turned an even deeper shade of red. "Uh...sorry about that...I'm so embarrassed...my dad would shoot me if he saw that." "He'd probably shoot you more if he saw what you were doing before." That was it. I had broached the subject. I didn't know if I'd have the balls to take it anywhere, but part of me wanted to let her know that I saw her. When I said it, a look of horror crossed her face. She had the "I've been caught" look. It was the same look you had when your mom caught you with your first dirty magazine or with your cock in your hand. The same look you had when your wife caught you jerking off to semi-nude pictures of her friends. She was caught and had no idea what I was going to do. "You know, a man in my position could blackmail you into doing things for me based on what I saw." She gave me a grave look. She knew I had the power to tell her father about what she was doing in the booth, but I think part of her knew I wouldn't. "Then why don't you?" "Because I'm too nice of a guy," I sighed. It was true. As much as I enjoyed seeing her finger her pussy and pull on her perfect little nipple, I couldn't in good conscious blackmail her into doing things for me. I was just a wimp. She smiled at me at I could tell something was going on in her head. Maybe she did have a little something for me. "Well, I appreciate it," she said. "I really didn't mean for you to see. I just get so worked up sometimes that I do it in inappropriate places. How about this, for being a nice guy I'll do one favor for you. Anything you'd like." I stared at her face and saw that she was serious. This was my one chance to get anything I wanted from her and I already knew I was going to be too chickenshit to go for the whole thing right then and there. I couldn't possibly take advantage of her like that. Then something popped into my head that I thought would help. "Anything?" I asked. "Yup. Anything you want." "How about this. Just let me watch you masturbate like you were doing before and I'll be happy. Except be totally naked." She looked shocked at the request and her face flushed a bit. "That's it? I thought you were going to ask for a lot more. I thought for sure I'd be sucking your cock or something. Are you feeling OK?" "Yeah," I sighed. "I just couldn't have you do that. I mean, not now at least. If you wanted too do it, I wouldn't stop you. I just wouldn't feel right asking you too. This way at lease I'll get to see you naked for a little while." "Well...OK. Fair enough. Come on in." I walked around the side door and entered the booth while she closed up all the windows and shut off most of the lights so we won't be disturbed. I took a seat across from the one she was in when I saw her. She walked over and stood in front of her chair. "Naked, right?" "Yup, all the clothes off." "OK." She untied the back of her bikini top and I was already hard from anticipation. I resisted the urge to start rubbing myself while I watched her slip off her top and expose both her luscious breasts. They were almost too heavenly to believe. The tan lines were perfect and they both had those perfect small red nipples. Unconfined they hung beautifully on her chest, full and plump, aching to be sucked. She pulled her shorts and panties off all in one motion again exposing her hair-covered pussy. I was still in shock that she wasn't a shaver. The dark wispy hair looked beautiful as it drew one's eye to her sweetness, running down over her lips in a soft wave. "You like?" She smiled and her face turned a little red. I don't know why she would be embarrassed. "You're simply beautiful." "Thanks. Now, you want me to do it just like before? Do you want me to look at porn while I do?" "Yes, Crystal. Pull up some porn on the screen and enjoy yourself. I'll just watch." She slumped into the chair and faced me, spreading her legs. I could see from the glistening there that she was still wet from before and getting wetter. She pulled up an amateur hardcore sight, mostly married men and women, and guided the mouse through the site with one hand, while the other absently ran across her breasts, lightly tugging on the nipples. I watched with my hands gripping the arms of the chair. My mouth was dry and my cock felt like it could burst through my pants at any second. Crystal pulled up set after set of these couples engaged in various sexual positions. Some were oral, some anal. Some involved cumshots, others creamy pies. After warming herself up, she scrolled through the pictures a little quicker, matching the pace at which she was touching herself. It was as if she wanted to see every picture on the site before she was done. Her hand had left her breast and was now between her legs, spreading her lips and showing me the pink world below. A finger absently slipped in an out of her and she rubbed her clit in little circles. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her pussy was covered in her juice. After a couple of minutes, she turned and looked at me, noticing the obvious erection I had. "Um...if you'd like...I wouldn't mind if you jerked-off while watching me. I think you really want to, and I don't think I have a problem with it." "OK," was all I could say. I was terribly relieved. I needed to touch myself so badly that I wouldn't be surprised if I came the second my hand gripped my cock. I slipped off my shirt and pants, letting my cock pop into the air. I slumped a bit in the chair, letting my ass hang a little off and gripped my cock, feeling its heat and hardness. Pre-cum was oozing out of its head and I rubbed the juice up and down my cock, giving it some lube. I saw her staring at my cock and wondered what she thought of it. It wasn't too big or small in length or width. I had hairy balls that were a little bigger than average and very sensitive. I wondered if she had been with better or worse. From the way she looked at it, she seemed to like it. Before she said anything though, she turned back to the computer screen and kept fingering herself. She was really getting into it now, as her hips began to buck with her hand, sending ripples through her breasts. As she sped up how she touched herself, I worked my cock harder, building to my own messy climax. Her breath shortened and her eyes began to close. She switched from pictures to short movies on the screen and pulled up a really nice one of a guy going doggie on his wife. Her mouse hand moved over her tits while her other hand went crazy on her pussy. She slipped her fingers in and out at a frantic pace and kept rubbing her clit as fast as she could. Her whole body was bucking and shaking and before she got to her climax I exploded into the air, covering my chest with a couple lines of cum. Moments latter she let out a scream and her whole body tensed, jumped a bit, then slumped heavily into the chair. She steadied her breathing and looked over at me. I, too, was slumped in my chair, hands at my side. My cock was growing limp between my legs and cum covered me. I had worked up quite a sweat and my mouth was almost too dry to speak. She smiled at me. She glistened with sweat and her pussy was soaked. Her hair was disheveled and damp with perspiration. "Is that what you wanted?" "Yes, that was amazing," I replied. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, a smile still on her face. She returned with some paper towels. She threw me some and I mopped myself up while she wiped the insides of her legs dry. We both got dressed and there was an almost awkward moment of silence, which she thankfully broke. "Listen...I, uh...don't know how to really say this. That was one of the most erotic things I ever done. If you'd like, show up here tomorrow at ten minutes after closing. I'd like to try something else." I was intrigued and almost instantly hard again. Not only was she not repulsed by masturbating in front of me, but she enjoyed it. She wanted to do more. I was so happy, I could never tell her fully how I felt. "I'll definitely be there," I finally said, a huge grin creeping across my face. "I thought you would," she smiled. She stepped over and kissed me on the cheek. "Now get outta here. I got parties to go to tonight." With a spring in my step I left and drove home, leaving her to go to her friend's house. I was so worked up I jerked off two more times that night, essentially pumping myself dry. I couldn't even begin to imagine how I would react if she wanted to fuck me the next night. End of Part I- Part II will not be in the voyeur/exhibitionist category The Mini-Golf Girl Ch. 02 It wasn't a surprise that I woke up the next morning with a massive erection. I normally slept in the nude during the summer and my hard cock was reacting favorably to being pressed between my hairy body and the soft sheets. All I could see in my minds eye was the soft white of the tips of her tits, the sweet red of her nipples and the dark hair on her pussy. Not bothering to get out of bed I reached down and stroked my stiff cock, my other hand slipping under my balls which were aching to be touched. "Crystal...Crystal..." I kept whispering as I jerked my cock, thinking only of her tits, then her pussy, wondering what her little asshole looked like. Then I pictured her face in my crotch and it was too much. I came hard on the inside of the sheets. I rolled on top of it, exhausted, feeling the warm jizz on my cock. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the day. Not bothering to clean up the sheets I showered and went to work. The day passed too slowly and I kept thinking about her every second I wasn't occupied. I thought about cutting out early to see her, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. She couldn't do anything while there were customers around. When it came time to leave I drove home and resisted jerking again after dinner. I watched the clock until it was time to head over. I was a little early and when I walked up to the window I was sad to see another girl in Crystal's place. I wondered if she had just lead me on last night and thought better of the encounter this night. The other girl was cute in her own right but it wasn't what I wanted. Somewhat dejected I paid for a round and tried to work my way through the course to take my mind of the tease that had been presented. When I was halfway through the course, I heard a sound that made me much much happier. It was Crystal's voice at the little shack. I turned to see her giving the other girl a hug and watch as the girl got in her car and left, leaving only Crystal with me on the course. She turned and gave me a small wave which I returned. She had on a tight white spaghetti strap tank top, which her tits were pouring out of. Her lower portion was covered by a small jean skirt and I could only guess at to whether she had panties on. She wiggled her ass as she turned and returned into the little shack. I quickly finished up my round and, sure that no one else was around, went inside the shack. Inside Crystal was just locking up the front window. "Hey there," she smiled. "Glad you came." "I thought you stood me up there for a moment when I didn't see you. I figured you finally figured out I was just an average middle aged guy and that you didn't want anything to do with me." "Don't be silly, I wouldn't do that to you. After I spent all night thinking about your cock, I had to see it again." With that she smiled and leaned against the counter. I put my club and ball down and leaned against the opposite wall, watching her. As she talked she rand her fingers up the inside of her thigh, over her stomach and up over her buldging tank top. It was all I needed to start showing a major bulge in my shorts. "So why me? You could have your pick of guys why me?" "Well, you'e the only one who's caught me doing something. I mean, I know you're nice, but you could still use that all against me. Plus, after yesterday I knew you'd be interested in some of the other things that roll around in my head. Day in and day out I work here. Sometimes it gets so boring and thoughts start to pop into my head. I start to think of the things I want to do here. When it's really slow, like last night, I look at so much porn. I bet you'd be shocked if you looked at the history on the web browser." I was so hard then, thinking of all the nasty sexy things she must have seen over the days and nights she was alone in the shack, waiting for the end of the day. I wondered how many times she had handed out balls or putters with the stink of her pussy still on her fingers. How many dads or moms caught a whiff of that smell and wondered where it came from. "What did you want to show me tonight then?" Crystal walked over to me. Her body was tight against mine as she rubbed her thighs against mine, and pushed her tits against my chest. She got up on her toes and whispered into my ear. "I bet you've never seen a girl put golf balls in her pussy before." She stepped back from me, her nipples clearly showing in her tank top. She had a huge smile on her face but at the same time her face was flushed, like she was embarassed. "No...I...uh...haven't." "Good...I'll be your first then." I didn't know what to say. Instead I just watched as she turned and lifted her skirt a bit, showing off the curve of her ass. There were no panties. I panted as she reached over the counter and grabbed one green and one blue miniature golf ball. My eyes never left her as she walked into the bathroom and I heard the sound of running water. As she emerged she shook the water off the balls. "I love a good set of clean balls," she said through a smile. Crystal then walked over to the chair where I had first watched her touch her pussy. She lifted her skirt as she spread her legs revealing her dark pubes. Two fingers trailed down her stomach, over her skirt and between her pussy lips, parting them slightly to show her pink. It glistened with wetness. My cock, which had been stirring since I first saw her that night, was now painfully hard and pushing against my shorts. Though I knew she had no issue with my whipping my cock out, I wasn't sure if that was what she wanted. So I just stood there, hands on the counter, massive tenting in my shorts. I watched as she slowly worked her fingers around her pussy, touching her clit and occasionally dipping them in her slit. I watched as she licked those same fingers with a tongue that called to me. She did every movement so slowly that I felt like I had stopped breathing. Beneath her tank top, her nipples were rock hard. Her other hand during this whole time just kept turning the balls over and over against each other. When she was ready she placed one of the balls on her lap, caught in the fabric of her folded skirt. The other ball she took between her fingers and rolled it between her pussy lips, starting way down by her asshole and rolling it up over her clit. With each roll she let out a long, low moan and her both shivered as she pressed it hard against her clit at the top of the roll. After the 10th or 12th roll she finally pressed the ball against her wet opening. She locked eyes with mine, then I broke my gaze to watch as she pushed the golf ball into her pussy with her fingers. I watched as her lips parted and her pussy spread, accepting it until the final bit of green was swallowed by her hole. I immediately wondered what it would feel like if I could cram my cock in there with that ball. "That's one," she said with a breathless leer. Small bits of sweat had broken out on her face and I thought her nipples were trying to tear through the fabric of her top. If I had reached down and touched my cock right then I think I would have filled my shorts with cum. She reached over and grabbed the blue ball and went through the same routine. This time it took more force for her to push the blue ball into her pink hole but when her pussy swallowed it up again she gave a loud, long moan. "Does it feel good?" "It's such a different and amazing feeling. I might try a third some day. I was even thinking of maybe trying one in my ass, but I don't know if it could take it." "I would know," I said, regaining my voice and confidence. "It's the one part of your body I haven't got a good look at yet." "Really? Well, we have to fix that." Crystal stood and turned around. With one hand steadying herself on the chair she reached back and pulled up her skirt. Satisfied that it was going to stay put and she wasn't going to fall over, she reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks to reveal a small, pink puckered hole. Unlike her puss, it was devoid of any hair and it looked so tight. She turned her head and smiled at me, her hair falling down towards the chair. "Happy?" "Can't you tell?" I motioned down to my shorts. "Oh. I think we need to take care of that. Where are my manners?" Crystal stood and turned. She crossed the few short steps between her and me with confident stride. She knew what she wanted and I knew I had to man up and give it to her. Like when I pulled out my cock in front of her the first time, I was nervous I might not meet her expectations but she didn't seem to mind. She reached out her hand and lightly touched my crotch, sending shivers up my spine. She moved in close, pushing her tank top covered tits against me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you caught me last night. I've thought about you from time to time and just love that an older man is taking such an interest in me. Especially one so close to me." She stepped back from me and in that moment I remembered that this girl before me had two minigolf balls shoved deep into her pussy and she didn't even seem to care. "I think you've been waiting patiently for these." Crystal grabbed the bottom of her tank and with one easy move pulled it over her head. Right in front of me were her lucious tits. The tan lines looked even better within grabbing distance and thsoe red nipples called to me. Without asking I reached out and grabbed her left tit. The firm, soft flesh in my hand felt amazing and I groped that exposed tit. I gripped it tight, pushing her nipple up so I could rub my thumb over it. At the same time she grabbed her other tit, pushing the nipple up to her face and she licked the red nub. She let out a series of moans as she did. As she brought the breast back down, I dived my head down and put my lips on the nipple sucking it lightly. Her other hand worked the button of my shorts, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. My shorts fell to my ankles easily and it took her no time at all to pull my hard cock from my boxer fly. A loud groan escaped my lips as her soft, small hand wrapped around my hot cock. "God, you need a blow," she whispered. She dropped to her knees before me without another word and as she did my cock found its way into the warm valley between her beautiful tits. She pushed her tits together around my cock and moved them up and down. The skin was so soft on my throbbing hardness. I thought I was going to blow in seconds. Thankfully she pulled back and let my cock stand in the air for a second. In that brief bit of time I knew I was going to have to full on titty fuck her at some point. It was my destiny. She brought her head back in and slowly kissed the underside of my cock. After that I watched as her head slipped lower and her tongue ran underneath my hot and sweating balls. Her tongue then ran up the whole underside of my throbbing cock, following the sensitive vein there until she reached my head. Precum flowed from my cock which she eagerly lapped as she tongued my head. Then with one quick motion she took the whole of my cock into her mouth as her hand slipped up and cupped my balls. I barely had time to react before her mouth was bobbing up and down in a wonderfully rhythmic motion. My world faded in and out as pleasure swooped over my body. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair. Finally, as the pleasure got to be too much, I grabbed her head and pulled it tight forcing my cock deep into her mouth and throat. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes as my cock exploded and flooded her mouth with cum. Her eyes never left mine as she worked to swallow it all, gagging slightly in the middle but never letting any of it slip from her mouth. When I finished I pulled my cock back a little and let her clean my cock head with her tongue. Satisfied that she got it all she let my cock drop from her mouth and she stood up. "Oh I almost forgot something." Crystal squatted in front of my causing her big tits to jiggle. With one hand she reached down and pulled up her skirt so I had a good view of her pussy. With the other hand she reached down and stuck two fingers in her. After a little movement she pulled them out and I watched as a blue golf ball crested. With a strain and a grunt I watched as she pushed it out of her hole with a sloppy pop and the ball fell into her hand. She shifted her weight and with another set of grunts I watched as she pushed the green ball from her pussy. She sighed and stood holding the balls in her hand. "These are for you." she grabbed my hand and dropped the wet, sticky balls into them. Once they were gone she brought her hand to her lips and slowly tongued the remaining juices from it. As she did I brought the balls to my face, savoring the aroma they now had. I stuck my tongue out and licked them, getting my first taste of her from the colored and used balls. "Well," she sighed, "I have to get going." Crystal grabbed her tank top and threw it back on, robbing me of her great tits. "I'm not going to be around for a few days because I'm going to the beach with my friend Ashley." "Was she the one here before?" Startled at how quickly she changed gears I grabbed my pants and put the wet balls in them before pulling them back on. "Yeah, cutie isn't she? Her family owns a beach house so we're going to get some sun." I licked my lips as I thought of her and her friend laying out, darkening their tans and making her tan lines all the more pronounced. "I hope you have a good time. I can't wait to see the result." She returned my smile as she stepped closer to me. "Oh don't worry you will." Crystal pressed her hot body against mine as she gave me a long and wet kiss. She then stepped back and walked towards the bathroom. "See ya!" I said my goodbyes and walked to my car. I could still feel her mouth around my cock and the weight of the balls in my pocket had me hard again before I buckled in. I rubbed my crotch the whole way home and as soon as I got there I went to the living room and undressed. With the golf balls pressed to my nose so I could smell her, I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and pumped it furiously. I called out her name as I pumped my cum onto the balls, covering them in the light splatter my depleted balls could pull together. Without wiping them off I brought them too my room and placed them on a small towel by my bed. Exhausted I fell into bed nude and slept with dreams of nothing but Crystal in my head. Next: Chapter 3...Crystal brings a friend!