1 comments/ 79715 views/ 14 favorites Eighteen Holes By: lusthammer Eighteen Holes (part one of several) They were the final weeks of my last real summer. I had just turned eighteen and was ready to start back up for my senior year at the local high school. Next summer would mean off to college and a whole new life. I worked at the local mini-golf course -- a 'family entertainment zone' as they called it. We had batting cages, bumper boats and an arcade full of video games besides our two separate mini-golf courses. I worked outside, at the booth that handled the bats and helmets for the batting cages and also controlled the bumper boats. I had always wished that I could work inside -- and not just because of the air conditioning, but because way more of the girls my age spent time inside the arcade and at the snackbar. Out where I worked it was mostly little kids on the bumper boats, or guys working on their swing for Pony League. Sure, there would be the occasional team of semi-cute softball girls in the batting cages, but mostly it was a sausage party outside -- and blazing hot to boot. Man I wished I could work inside with the cool air and some high school girls to check out. Most of my job was easy, I was always a smart kid and organizing the batting helmets by size and remembering how long the bumper boats had been out was not a problem. I had plenty of time to chill and daydream. Once, I had even snuck off to the boat repair shed and jacked off when I was supposed to be working. When I was 18, it wouldn't take me long at all to cum. And jacking off was about all the sexual experience I had. I had been out on some dates and 'made out.' Patty Ciccilini had even dry humped her tight jeans against my throbbing cock (for about 15 seconds) -- but that was as close as I had come to sex. Patty had mumbled something about how 'huge' my dick was as she scrambled out of the car in front of her parents house, but I was too bummed about her leaving to understand what she meant. Later on, I figured out that I did have a pretty large dick. I checked out porn on the internet, and as near as I could tell my cock, especially when it was hard, was well above average. Rather than cheering me up, this left me feeling like a freak. Why else would the one girl who seriously made out with me run away when she felt it? Turns out, that night Patty was worried that her sister had seen us in the parked car on her street and she panicked, and her leaving so abruptly had nothing to do with me - but I didn't know that at the time. In retrospect, the knowledge of my endowment should have made me confident and happy, but I was too shy and socially awkward to do anything but think that I was the one who was, or had done something, wrong. Back to my job at the mini-golf place. One August evening, it was nearing our nine o-clock closing time when two girls from my school showed up and wanted to go out in the bumper boats -- two of the hottest girls in the senior class. Laurel and Alex (short for Alexandra) were BFFs and two of the snootiest girls at the whole school. It was odd that they were interested in the bumper boats at all -- since most girls didn't like crashing into each other as much as the boys do. Plus, it was late so they would be the only two ones on the small 'lake.' Bumper boats are usually more popular when there are a dozen people out there all bumping and banging. Anyway, my curiosity over their motives faded as I saw what they were wearing. Laurel had on a very short skirt -- a tartan school girl kind of thing that was fastened with a super-sized punk rock safety pin. She had very tan legs and a pair of flimsy flip-flops that showed off her toes and her 'bad girl' black nail polish. Alex was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a form-fitting top that left a gap of soft, bare skin in between and her underwear visible in the back. Alex's chest was bigger than Laurel's -- her full breasts straining against her bra and slightly too-small t-shirt. I was busy staring at them when my boss (a goofy college aged guy who thought he was 'kewl') came by to let me know that the bumper boats all needed to be put away in the service area that night. This was a total pain, and meant I would be there even later. I was inclined to tell Alex and Laurel that I had to close down the boats, but then something else happened. Alex's mother, Mrs. Dixon, came up and asked me if the girls could still ride the boats. Mrs. Dixon was only an inch or two taller than her daughter and in very good shape. Mrs. Dixon wore those form fitting yoga pants that suburban moms favor as they run to Pilates in the hopes of keeping their husbands interested after a couple of kids. Mrs. Dixon had no trouble there -- she looked great and had a very different vibe from the two 18 year olds. Mrs. Dixon came up to the counter where I was and leaned in close -- her layered tank-tops revealing that her daughter's chest was no accident. The 40 year old (or close enough) urged me to let her daughter and friend ride the bumper boats -- flashing a seductive smile. I was in way over my head -- no woman had ever flirted like this with me. She was just doing it to get what she wanted -- but teenage girls (as cute as they were) didn't know how to work their 'charms' like Mrs. Dixon. "You'll let Alex and Laurel ride in the boats, won't you?" she practically cooed in my ear. I nodded, literally unable to form words or to deny Mrs. Dixon what she wanted. I stumbled out from around the counter and opened the little gate so that the two girls could get to the low dock where the bumper boats were tied up. Laurel's tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she passed by me -- giggling and smiling. I caught a glimpse of the curve of her ass atop her smooth thighs. Mrs. Dixon watched as I gave them the short safety spiel and started the engines on the two bumper boats. Both girls were laughing at something I didn't quite understand -- but I wanted to get this over as quickly as possible so I just hurried on. I closed the gate and the two girls started piloting the motorized boats (really just inboard engines inside inner-tubes with a seat attached) around the tiny body of water. Alex and Laurel shrieked and yelled with each splash as I headed back towards the safety of my booth. As I walked towards the booth and Mrs. Dixon, I realized why the girls were laughing. Mrs. Dixon was staring at my shorts with a wicked smile on her face. I was too young then to know what that smile truly meant, but I peeked down and saw that my cock was more than half-way hard. The shaft was pointed down the left leg of my shorts, but the material was too thin to keep my rod in place and the hard-on was painfully obvious. I kept my head down and passed Mrs. Dixon as I scampered behind the bulge hiding counter. She never took her eyes off me as I moved -- her gaze locked on my face with a bold smile. No girl my age ever looked at me like that -- and that only made the 'problem' in my pants more of an issue. Behind the counter I took some deep breaths -- hoping against hope that the pole in my shorts would go down. I was mortified -- two of the hottest girls in school and a grown woman had seen me get an uncontrollable hard-on in public. I could only watch the timer for the bumper boats -- because when it ran all the way down, I would have to go back out there again. I prayed for time to stretch out so that my cock would deflate. I half-way considered quickly jacking off to relieve the issue, but Mrs. Dixon was right there in front of me -- leaning against the railing as she watched Alex and Laurel speed around in the boats and bounce off the walls. Mrs. Dixon's hips and ass were definitely on display and I admired the sculpted curves for a moment -- but that wasn't going to help my erection go away. Behind the counter, I took my hard cock and adjusted it -- making the shaft stand straight up and down -- hoping the waistband of my shorts would at least keep the aching head of my cock pinned to my body and minimize the 'tent show' I was putting on. Mrs. Dixon even caught me looking at her ass as I made the adjustment -- staring back with that same wicked smile. I understand now that the look might be called 'hunger' -- but I was too caught up in my own adolescent 'shame' to grasp that. I let the girl's stay out in the boats a little longer -- giving myself as much time as possible. I also snuck out the side of the booth, around through the service area to get to the dock -- thus avoiding Mrs. Dixon and her stare. On the dock I waved Laurel and Alex in and tied up their boats. Both girls stared at my shorts as they got out of the boat and I saw that Alex's shirt had gotten a bit wet -- making my hard prick throb even more. The girls gave one last synchronized giggle and headed towards Mrs. Dixon. The girls barely slowed down and moved past the woman towards the main building and the snack bar and arcade that would still be open for another hour. Mrs. Dixon lingered behind -- dangling a twenty dollar bill between her manicured fingers -- waiting to pay for the bumper boat rides. I was in no man's land and had to cross the walkway towards my booth and move right past Mrs. Dixon. My red 'fun zone' shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover the bulge and I felt so exposed. I glanced around the empty area of the batting cages, glad that no one else was around to see my embarrassment. I moved quickly behind the counter and turned to face Mrs. Dixon -- determined to put on a 'professional' air despite the throbbing prick threatening to jut out of my pants. "Two rides is eight dollars ..." I said, but Mrs. Dixon had moved around the side of the booth. She was out of sight and I was utterly confused. I moved out the side door of the booth to follow her, but the I stopped short. Mrs. Dixon was right there outside the door. I almost ran into her as she pushed me back against the side of the booth. Her breasts pressed against my body and she leaned in close -- looking up at me as she smiled again. My height made her have to crane her neck to see my face -- but it was very clear she was in charge. "Was it my daughter that gave you this hard-on?" she asked. I shook my head 'no' -- my voice lost in the insistent thundering of the blood in my shaft. "Her friend?" Again I shook my head. Mrs. Dixon extended her hand and placed one palm flat against my belly. Her fingers edged down my abdomen -- inching closer to the head of my cock. She pulled up the front of my shirt and there was the tip of my cock -- just at the top of my shorts. "Oh. That looks cramped in there," said Mrs. Dixon as she reached down. I flinched as she grabbed my shorts at the hips and slid them down. My prick levered out from my body as the shorts and my boxers skimmed down my shaking thighs. Mrs. Dixon gasped as she saw the full length of my cock. I must have gasped as well, but my head was already a bit fuzzy at this point. She looked left and right quickly as she wrapped her warm, soft hand around my cock. My head swarmed with a million bees. It felt so good, I could barely stand up. "Honey, you are huge," she whispered as she dropped her purse to have two free hands to wrap around my shaft. An inch or two plus the head still stuck out from her fists as she pumped me up and down. I spread my feet as much as I could inside my tangled shorts and leaned back against the wall -- all my inhibitions and fears gone. I no longer cared that I was at work, or in public -- I only wanted to revel in the feel of her skin on my rock hard dick. Mrs. Dixon's breath came in ragged gulps as she stopped jacking me for a moment to look at my cock. Without dragging her eyes away from the pulsing head of my prick she pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it on the ground. I was now naked from the knees up and she ran her hands over my flat torso and down to the sparse hairs at the base of my dick. Since my shorts were not un-zipped -- I couldn't have taken a step if I had wanted to. My eyes closed of their own accord as she dragged her finger tips across the sensitive skin of my balls -- making my cock drool out a stream of clear pre-cum. She groaned as she scooped up some of the leakage and placed her damp finger into her mouth. "You know I would suck your cock, if I didn't have to go inside and see all those people," and she squeezed the shaft again until the head of my prick was so hard it hurt. "We don't wanna mess up my make-up, now do we?" "I heard Laurel talking about this thing, but I thought she was just being immature," Mrs. Dixon ribbed her thumb along the underside of the head of my prick -- sending electric bolts through my body. The meaning of her words, that Laurel and Alex had discussed my cock (and before tonight), was almost too much for my overloaded brain to process. That those words had made the sexy Mrs. Dixon want to see for herself was beyond my understanding. I hadn't even said a word, and here I was with my cock in this older woman's hand -- and about to come at any minute. I mumbled and groaned as Mrs. Dixon gave me a couple of loose strokes -- sliding the skin of my cock over the rock-hard core. Mrs. Dixon's chest was flushed above her tank top as she pressed her soft tits against my arm. That one more bit of sexual stimulus added to the sensation in my cock. The pre-cum from my shaft was now a steady drip. "Ooh," she said, "I can't wait to get this thing inside my pussy. It makes me so wet..." That was it! The thought of my cock fucking Mrs. Dixon... Her tight ass riding up and down on my shaft ... Her grip on me right now ... I exploded in a massive cum shot. Spurt after spurt erupted from the head of my shaft as Mrs. Dixon kept up her slow, sensual pumping. My shoulders hunched forward as the ejaculation seemed to surge up from my toes and race through my body like a wave of electricity. Mrs. Dixon continued to stroke my cock -- pumping out spurt after spurt of cum. My eyelids fluttered as my mind closed down. Her fingers gripped my cock -- soaked with my own juices. Mrs. Dixon was staring at the tip of my prick -- her mouth open as she panted in time with the last contractions of my balls. "Ohh, honey. That was incredible." She pumped me one last time and it was too much -- and I moved my hips away. My dick was suddenly too sensitive to touch. I looked down and laughed. I had sprayed several ropes of cum all over Mrs. Dixon's purse as it sat there on the concrete. It was her fault, she had been aiming the damn thing. She smirked and picked my work shirt up off the ground and used that to wipe the jizz off her purse. "You think that's funny, do you? Let's hope you didn't get any inside," she said as she used the shirt to dry off her hands. She smiled as she tossed the shirt at me, "But now I have to go." I quickly pulled up my shorts -- fumbling and stumbling with the tangle of waistbands and damp fabric. By the time I looked around -- Mrs. Dixon was headed down the walkway and towards the main arcade building. Her form fitting yoga pants accentuated every sway in her hips. I realized I was shirtless and ducked inside the booth to put on my own shirt, the one I had worn to work. The cum-stained work shirt would be going home and into my laundry. Later, as I worked on the far side of the 'lake' bringing the bumper boats into the service area, headlights raked over me. A dark luxury SUV, like the one Mrs. Dixon drove, was turning to pull out of the driveway. Was it my imagination, or did the vehicle slow for a moment as the headlights illuminated my body. Before I could see who was inside, the SUV was gone, at least for now. Eighteen Holes Ch. 02 Summer was almost over, or at least school was set to start in a few weeks. I know that 'Autumn' doesn't officially begin until late September, but as far as I was concerned, me having to go to class every day again was 'the end.' I had turned 18 earlier in the summer, and I was looking forward to my senior year with a mix of excitement and dread. A few days earlier, two of the hottest girls in school had come by the place where I worked – the bumper boats at the mini-golf course and amusement center – right before closing time. While I had been busy checking out their bodies, Alex's mother had flirted with me. I had never seen flirting like that before – and Mrs. Dixon ended up cornering me behind one of the buildings and jacking me off. It was as if I couldn't help myself, and I didn't really WANT to help myself, either. That encounter with Mrs. Dixon was amazing, but I was also kind of freaked out – the gorgeous 30-something woman mentioned that Laurel, her daughter's friend, had been talking about the size of my dick. At the time that info had zoomed right past my sex addled brain, but later on, with school starting, I started to wonder how she had seen my dick, and what the girls would say once classes began. Did they know what I had done with Alex's mom? I had plenty of time to think about the situation at my job running the bumper boats and batting cages. There were only a few weeks left before school started, so my boss had me doing all kinds of crap work while I could still work weekdays when it was slower and there was more time to do maintenance on the boats. I was scrubbing away on the engine covers, my shirt off and my back to the customer area since it was an hour before the amusement center would even open. The sun was already hot in the sky as I stacked up some of the unused inner-tubes along the back fence. Just then, a dark, luxury SUV pulled up – right on the other side of the fence. It looked like the Dixon's Escalade. Was this Mrs. Dixon? Mr. Dixon here to kick my ass? Then the tinted window glided down and I saw it was the gorgeous Mrs. Dixon behind the wheel. "Hi," Mrs. Dixon called out. Just as calm as if our last meeting had not ended with me shooting my load all over her hand. "You know my husband almost saw my purse was covered by your cum," She added – completely calm and matter-of-fact. I swallowed hard and felt my prick starting to stir in my shorts. "Honey, I said 'almost.' Calm down and let's go for a ride." I looked around the empty parking lots and walk ways of the amusement center – no one was around. Then I glanced at a one of the security cameras and thought of my boss in his office with all the monitors. I only hesitated for a moment, as Mrs. Dixon gave me a sexy look and I climbed over the chain link fence. The cool air flowed out of the SUV's window as I stepped closer and could see that Mrs. Dixon was wearing a thin summer dress over a bikini top that tied at the back of her neck. "Get in. I dropped Alex off at her dance class and I have to pick her little brother up in an hour." I still hadn't said a word as I climbed in, my mesh basketball shorts already starting to tent out in front and suddenly aware I was shirtless. Mrs. Dixon rolled up the window and eased out of the parking lot as I glanced at her tan legs. "Mrs. Dixon ..." the words were barely making it past my lips. "I like it when you call me that. 'Mrs. Dixon!'" she cooed. "It sounds so nasty." The SUV turned into the parking lot of the mall and I sank down into the seat. Here I was, shirtless and riding around with an older (married) woman. Then it occurred to me that no one could see past the tented glass and I sat up a bit taller – trying to get a peek down the top of Mrs. Dixon's dress. She pulled the SUV into the low parking structure behind the movie theater. At this time of day it was deserted and there was shade from the August sun. I was starting to wonder what would happen next – excited but also just a bit scared due to my inexperience. She backed the SUV up against the wall of the parking structure – but left the engine running to keep the A/C flowing. She reached for a button and the back seats slowly reclined. I turned around at the sound – still feeling skittish. Her hand went to my bare knee and my groin throbbed just a little bit more. "Why don't we climb in the back. There'll be more room." I tumbled shirtless into the backseat, right on top of a backpack. It was Alex's – I recognized it from school. Not only was I in the backseat of a car with a super-hot woman – but I had lusted after her daughter every day last spring in Western Civ. Mrs. Dixon saw me staring at the backpack and she tossed it over the seat into the cargo area – laughing at my hesitation. "Don't worry, honey. I won't tell her you were here. She would be jealous that I got to your cock before she did." Mrs. Dixon wrapped her fingers around my shaft through the fabric of my shorts – making my brain disengage so I couldn't process what the phrase 'before she did' might mean. The first time, Mrs. Dixon had just touched my prick, we had barely touched. I guess she had put her hand on my chest at one point but that was it. I would have been ecstatic for another hand job from any hand not my own, but the prospect of more made my mouth go dry as she leaned in closer. Her lips brushed against mine – a teasing sexy kiss. I was too stunned to move until she bared her teeth and nipped at my lower lip. This sent a spark of electricity down to my crotch and I leaned into her – kissing her soft lips. "Yeah, that's my boy," she whispered as she traced her fingers along my chest and down my flat belly. Her fingers tugged at the waist of my shorts and the head of my cock swung up to rest against my stomach. She sucked in her breath as her fingers brushed the head of my cock. My hips twitched – almost as if my body was pulling away from her fingertips, because it was too much. She eased the front of my shorts farther down from my body – tucking the elastic waistband under my balls. Now my full cock was out and I just sat there – watching Mrs. Dixon with her eyes locked on my tool. She gently traced her finger tips up my shaft and then down over my quickly contracting ball-sack. She cooed and sighed as she gave my jaw one last kiss and then leaned down closer to my cock. I just wanted her to put the head of my dick into her mouth. That was all I wanted. That was all I could think about. But she didn't. Mrs. Dixon pulled on my shorts more – until I realized she wanted me to lift my hips so she could strip them off all the way. As my balls were finally free I gasped – I was now naked except for my socks and Vans. Mrs. Dixon leaned lower and ... She sucked one of my balls into her mouth. My ass lifted off the leather seats and My eyes rolled back. I had not expected that, or for it to feel that amazing. My limited knowledge of blow jobs was all from porn – with women choking the cock down their throats as far and as fast as possible. To feel her lips tugging at the loose skin on my balls and her breath on the base of my cock was amazing. She planted gently kisses on my shaft, each one a tinier bit closer to the swollen head of my dick. I struggled to stay still as my sneakers struggled for grip on the plush carpet of the SUV. My throat was dry as I gasped for air. A flash of bright light made us both look up – but it was just a passing car on a distant road reflecting the sun. The parking garage was still empty except for our blacked out SUV. Mrs. Dixon reached for the knots at the back of her neck but couldn't quite get it. "Let me help you," I said. "Oh! He speaks," she laughed as she turned her back so I could loosen the two sets of ties – one for her dress and the other for the bikini top she wore beneath. As the garments came free my fingers reached out to touch the bare flesh. Almost by accident, my thumb brushed a nipple and we both caught our breath. Mrs. Dixon urged me to turn my body across the backseat so that she could get between my open thighs. Her breasts pressed against my skin – making my already hard cock feel ready to explode. Her lips lowered over the tip of my prick and I groaned out loud. Mrs. Dixon really went to work – spit running down my cock as she sucked and licked. My hands reached under to cradle her swaying breast as she worked her mouth up and down. Her breasts were so big and full – they felt amazing in my palm. In retrospect I am sure Mrs. Dixon had implants but I wasn't even paying that much attention (or would have known what silicone even felt like). My balls were churning as I got closer and closer to coming. Mrs. Dixon could tell what was happening and she pulled my prick out of her mouth. She pumped the shaft with her hand – and pressed her tits forward to surround the twitching head. My eyes flew wide open – this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. "Do you wanna come all over my tits?" she asked. I struggled to nod – all of my nervous system locked in on the quivering cock wedged between her breasts. "Oh you do? Do you want to see your cum all over me?" she teased, rubbing the underside of my cock head back and forth across her erect nipples. I nodded again, but that is not the answer she wanted. "I can't hear you," she said as she gently ran her slippery, saliva-soaked thumb all around the ridge of my cock. "Yesssss," I mumbled as her hand picked up speed. "I don't think that will work – how will we clean up all your cum? You don't even have a t-shirt for us to use, this time." Her fingers worked down to my balls and she sucked just the head of my prick into her wet mouth. Was she asking for suggestions from me? I was so close to cumming, my 'problem solving' skills were at an all time low. "I know, I bet my daughter's backpack has something we could use to mop up all your cum." I gasped out loud at that thought, but Mrs. Dixon continued, "That would work, right? Some of Alex's pretty little panties ..." Her hand never slowed down as my orgasm started to wash over me. A surge of electricity raced up from my legs to my hips as I thrust my cock upwards. Mrs. Dixon's hand continued to stroke my shaft but now she dropped her mouth over the head of my dick and sucked. The first blast of my cum surged deep into her mouth. My head slammed back against the seat as I came in heavy, jolting spurts. Mrs. Dixon ran her tongue all over my the sensitive tip of my dick and she pumped away on the exposed portion of my shaft. Behind my eyelids, I saw pulses of light. It was almost an out of body experience. The jets of cum shooting into Mrs. Dixon's mouth slowed to a seep. The tension in my body drained away. My hips lowered back to the leather seat and my eyes could focus again. Mrs. Dixon slowly eased my cock from her mouth – carefully keeping much of the cum inside. She swallowed the load in her mouth – and smiled even wider as she used a finger to swab some of the juice off one of her exposed breasts. I couldn't believe she actually swallowed the load – and she seemed to like it! As Mrs. Dixon climbed back onto the seat next to me she turned her back – indicating I should help her re-tie the strings to her top. My fingers were slowly regaining their coordination and I was able to tie some loose knots while my damp cock slowly deflated in my lap. "You are a naughty boy. You sure liked that part about cumming on Alex's panties," she flashed a wicked smile as she turned to face me. "But I swallowed you, because I didn't want any mess to clean up." Mrs. Dixon leaned forward and kissed me – her lips still flavored by my own load. I cringed for a second, then started to enjoy the idea as she slipped her salty tongue into my mouth. Mrs. Dixon turned towards the front of the SUV and her loose summer dress had slid up to reveal her panty-less pussy. There was a tiny strip of hair in the front, but her pussy lips were glistening and bare. I reached out to touch her ass as she climbed over the seat, but Mrs. Dixon chided me, "Next time, big man, next time." My head was clearing and I suddenly grasped what that meant. There WOULD be a next time, and maybe I'd get to fuck Mrs. Dixon! I pulled my basketball shorts up over my soggy cock and crawled back into the front passenger seat. The SUV pulled onto the sunny street and my eyes squinted against the glare. In a moment we were back at the amusement center – and I hadn't said another word. Mrs. Dixon stopped next to the boat maintenance area where she had picked me up just a few minutes (hours?) before. She leaned over and breathed softly into my ear as her hand rested on my prick. Suddenly I was starting to harden again, and she chuckled. "Back to work, I have to get going," said Mrs. Dixon. I climbed out of the air conditioning and into the sweltering heat. The SUV eased away and I quickly scaled the fence to get back to my job. The rest of the day and the work I had to do seemed a little bit easier to take as I thought of Mrs. Dixon and her bare, shaved pussy. Eighteen Holes Ch. 03 Summer was over. Bummer. It was Sunday night and school started the next morning. I didn't dread High School like some of my friends, but the classes did get kind of boring at times and, like any 18 year old, I wanted to head off to college and all the freedom that I hoped to find. I was closing up at my job for the last time as a 'free man' -- putting away the bumper boats and locking down the shack filled with helmets and bats for the batting cages. I knew this job at the amusement center would last a few more weeks -- until it got too cold to operate the boats and then I suspected my boss would lay me off. I was okay with that, the money wasn't a big deal but not working anymore meant I wouldn't have any more chances to see Mrs. Dixon. She had started coming around a few weeks back -- first bringing her daughter Alex and her friend Laurel to ride the bumper boats. But then everything had, umm, 'changed.' At first, Mrs. D had cornered me behind the shack and given me a handjob. I hadn't lasted long, but Mrs. D had commented that her daughter had mentioned I had a big dick. At that time I barely understood that and certainly had no idea that I should be proud, rather than embarrassed, by my 'gift.' Later, Mrs. D had picked me up in her SUV and taken me from my job to an empty parking lot where she had given me my first ever blowjob. Needless to say, I saw that bumper boat shack as the starting point for all of my good fortune. Thinking about school tomorrow (and not sex with an older woman for the first time in weeks) I locked up the gate and climbed on my bike for the half mile ride home. It was dark, but the weather was still plenty warm so I hadn't bugged my parents for a ride. As I pedaled onto the main road I saw a pair of headlights pull away from the curb and swing in behind me. I glanced back and my heart jumped. It looked like a dark SUV. Was Mrs. Dixon back for some more fun? I had to struggle to keep riding straight as my mind raced. I had seen her pussy the last time. Would I get to have 'real' sex with her? I willed the SUV to pull up along side me -- but the headlights hung back. I turned onto a smaller street, heading past a deserted park on the way towards the subdivision where my parents house was. The SUV suddenly raced past me and turned into the small parking lot for the park. It was the Dixon's SUV after all -- so I turned into the lot and rolled up to the passenger side window. I looked inside as the glass rolled down -- wondering what Mrs. D would be wearing tonight when I saw -- Alex! It wasn't Mrs. D, but her daughter, Alexandra! "Hey, Bike-Boy." I hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. Did she know what I had been doing with her mother? Was she mad? Alex was definitely one of the 'cool' girls at school and I knew she could make my senior year a shitty one if she wanted to. "Talkative, eh?" Alex rolled all the windows of the SUV down and she pulled out the stub of a joint. Alex sparked up the joint and took a puff. This is when I stopped worrying about getting 'caught' and I noticed that Alex was wearing a skin tight tank top and exercise pants. She was probably on her way home from some dance class -- and her tits looked amazing as she held the pot smoke in her lungs. "Lock that bike up over there and come for a ride with me." I blinked a couple times -- trying to wrap my head around what was happening. Here was one of the hottest girls at my school in a tiny tank top and smoking a joint as she invited me to go for a late night ride. My cock was already stirring in my shorts as I walked over and locked my bike to the fence next to the swing-set in the park. I climbed into the passenger seat next to Alex and her eyes dragged down my body to my crotch -- making my dick throb even more. Alex flashed a wicked smile and held the joint out to me. I took a small hit, not being a big pot smoker but also wanting to play along with whatever Alex had in mind. "When I turned 18, my Mom started leaving her half smoked joints around where I could accidentally 'find' them. She is naughty like that, isn't she?" Alex's question about her mother obviously hinted that she knew at least something about what her mother and I had been up to. Rather than being upset, Alex seemed intrigued and her Cheshire Cat grin got even wider as I choked a bit on the smoke as I handed the joint back to her. Alex looked at the joint and took one more pull before tossing the roach out the window. "My dad smokes his nasty cigars in here, so he'll never smell the smoke -- but he can't find a joint in the ash tray now can he?" I nodded mutely, my eye magnetized to Alex's cleavage. She noticed my gaze and leaned towards me -- revealing even more of her breasts. Alex scooted against the console between the seats and I could smell her scent (perfume?) through the lingering smoke. I felt nailed to my seat, but then shook myself and reached out to grab the back of her head. I aggressively pulled Alex's face to mine and kissed her on her lush lips. Alex gasped and leaned back. I thought I had done something wrong. This was a girl who always dressed perfectly at school and got As in all the hard classes while being the hottest cheerleader. Had I screwed up by kissing her? She calmed my nerves by reaching out for my crotch -- my hard prick straining against the fabric of my shorts. It was my turn to gasp and Alex pressed her lips into mine again. All my anxieties and concerns washed away. This girl, this amazingly hot girl, wanted ME! I reached out and touched the exposed flesh of her cleavage -- feeling the heat of her bare skin. My cock twitched -- eager to get out. I slipped my hand inside to find her hard little pebble of a nipple inside the sports top. Alex bit my lip in response and I could feel my cock starting to leak pre-cum all over my leg. Starting to get a grasp on the appeal I held for the sexy members of the Dixon family, I reached down to free my cock and hook my underwear beneath my heavy ball sack. Just then, we both turned to see another car had pulled into the parking lot. It was a group of kids from our school -- a bunch of Juniors looking for a place to eat their bags of fast food. For some reason, Alex dove between the front seats and into the back -- not wanting to be seen. I shoved my painfully stiff prick back into my shorts as Alex called out, "Drive us somewhere." I scrambled over the console between the seats and got behind the wheel. I started the engine and rolled up all the windows as fast as I could -- hoping that the dark tinting would keep us from being seen. Of course, I wouldn't be all that upset if someone from school saw me 'parking' with Alexandra Dixon, but she was sure we should leave right away. I pointed the SUV off down the street and then thought to look at what she was doing in the back seat. Alex was peeling her form fitting exercise pants down her long legs, and I had to crank my head back to the road ahead of me. I adjusted the mirror so I could see the backseat where she was now pulling off her top so that her amazing breasts could spring free. I didn't know where I was driving, but I would have been happy cruising around peeking at Alex getting naked in the seat behind me. Alex's phone chirped with an incoming text message and the glow of the screen illuminated that she still wore a tiny pair of panties. I realized my hard cock was still out -- brushing against the wood grain steering wheel of the SUV. "Turn here," Alex called out from the back, "Park in that construction site by the baseball fields. I pointed the SUV into a pitch black road -- a housing development that was mostly foundations and partially framed ranch houses. This would be a great spot and I pulled into a bare dirt 'driveway' between two unfinished houses. I backed in -- making sure we'd be able to see anyone in the unlikely event that someone came by. As I killed the ignition, Alex grabbed my shoulder and tugged me towards the backseat. "You like getting naked in the backseat," she asked. My head was spinning. Was she talking about me and her mother? I didn't have long to think about it as I landed on the back seat next to Alex's outrageous body. My hands went for her soft skin. Her 18-year old breasts were so firm and the nipples jumped to life in the palms of my hands. Alex moaned and tilted her head back as I leaned down to suck one of the hardening nipples. The skin of her areolas got thick and bumpy as her breath came in gasps. Alex sat upright and pushed me back against the seat, staring down at my hard cock. Her fingers brushed across my thigh and towards the bare skin of my balls as the shaft bobbed with every beat of my heart. I was so hard it almost hurt, but all I could think about was her touching me. Her hand wrapped around my cock and I moaned out loud. "You like that, do ya?" said Alex, here eyes never leaving the head of my cock as her hand started to pump me. Lower and lower her head tilted -- like her lips were a magnet drawn to my drooling prick. Alex planted a big wet kiss on the tip of my cock and hips lifted to meet her mouth. She pulled back a bit -- not letting me fuck her face -- but she looked at my face for a moment with a pleased and hungry smile. Another wet kiss from Alex and my shaft was soaking wet. I ran through all the times I had admired Alex at school. In her cheerleader outfit or hanging around with the 'cool kids.' I had been lusting after her since before I even knew what lust was or why my eyes kept locking in on her tits. Now here she was, giving me head. I moaned and Alex moaned in response -- feeding more and more of my dick into her mouth. Her blow job was softer than the one her mother had given me -- and I didn't even stop to marvel that I actually knew how they both gave head. All I could think about was how good her mouth felt on me and I sunk deeper into the seat. But just then ... I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. Was someone outside the car? It was so dark in the construction area that I couldn't be sure. I glanced around a bit more -- but soon lost interest in anything other than the girl wearing just a pair of panties with her head in my lap. "You okay?" Alex asked, just as her cell phone bleated with another incoming text. She glanced at the screen and a smile crossed her face. Was it wicked? Mischievous? She dropped the phone and went back to sliding my hard cock into her mouth. Alex's ass was arched up on the seat next to me and I reached out to touch her skin. God it felt so good, like an electric current was running through my cock to her mouth and then out through the skin of her teenage ass into the palm of my hand. She sucked my cock deeper and I knew I was onto something as I slipped my hand, past her thin panties and into the crack of her ass -- searching for her pussy. I found it -- instantly soaking two of my fingers as they were sucked inside. Her throat vibrated around my cock as I finger fucked her. With every thrust of my fingers, she sucked a bit deeper. I was too inexperienced to feel around for her clit, but Alex seemed to be loving it as she got even more into the head she was giving me. I started to lift my hips off the leather seat, thrusting into Alex's mouth. She drover her hips back against my hand, impaling her pussy on my fingers. Her swaying breasts hung down, every thrust dragging her nipples across my bare thighs. The truck was starting to rock from side to side as we both got closer to coming. My cock was ready to explode as I started to swirl my fingers inside Alex's soaking wet cunt. She stopped sucking for a moment, and at first I didn't notice. Then I stopped moving my hand, wondering if something was wrong. "Keep going!" Alex croaked, lifting her ass and pussy higher into the air. I swirled my fingers again, stirring the wetness of the her cunt. Alex started to shake and it dawned on me that she was cumming. I kept up my hand motion, not wanting to stop at the wrong time (I knew this much from the porn I had watched). Alex shook for a moment and then mover her pussy away from my hand. "Okay! Okay! That's too much," she said. Alex smiled up at me and then turned her face back down to the impossibly hard cock in her hand. Now, I just tilted my head back as Alex sucked and drooled all over my dick. She moaned something that sounded like "so big" -- but all I could think about now was my own release. My own aching need. My hips seemed to thrust upward of their own accord, driving my shaft into Alex's mouth. I wanted to grab the back of her head, but wasn't sure if that would break her rhythm. It felt so good, that the thought left my head and my arms started to go limp. All of my consciousness was centered in my cock and low moan built in the depths of my throat. Alex's head bobbed faster and faster. My legs tensed up, holding my ass off the seat as I felt my orgasm building. I gasped for air and then I started to cum. My legs suddenly got cold and I felt bolts of wonderful lightning rocket from the back of my head. My balls emptied as Alex pumped me with her lips and her hand. I seemed to cum for minutes, but she never slowed down her sucking It was over and I slumped on the seat, suddenly realizing that I hadn't been breathing. I let out a deep exhale and tilted my head back as I looked down at Alex's hair -- her face still hovering over my slick cock. I felt a bit dizzy as I closed my eyes but then ... There was a flash of light. I lifted my head and my eyes flew open. Was that inside the SUV? Was that a flash? "What was that?" "Nothing," Alex answered as she sat up. Some of the spit and cum had run down over her amazing breasts. My eyes were locked on her hard nipples splattered with my jizz, so much so that it didn't register Alex was fiddling with her cell phone. I reached out to touch her tits, but Alex interrupted me. "We should go. I have to get home." Alex was smiling as she started to wedge her tits back into her sports top, but it was clear that our 'activities' were over. I pulled up my underwear and nodded dimly. My brain still wasn't all the way active after that amazing blowjob. Back behind the wheel I started to drive the SUV back towards the park where my bike was locked up. Alex, now dressed, climbed over from the backseat and I looked at her ass again. Just then, I thought I saw a glowing light in a parked car. The construction site had been empty when we pulled in. Where did that car come from? The glowing light looked like a cell phone illuminating a face. The face looked familiar. It was Alex's best friend, Laurel, but at the time I didn't know that. Laurel had been looking at a photo of my cock on her cell phone screen. A photo that Alex had just taken and a photo that would soon start to dominate my days at school. All of this I would come to understand shortly, but right then I was a 'normal' guy who had just gotten blown by the hottest girl in school. Eighteen Holes Ch. 04 Here is part four in this series and though it does NOT rush along to the sex very quickly, I hope you'll find it satisfying. I woke up a bit late, which is kind of early for me and rushed out the door. You would have thought the first day back to school would have been a bigger deal for a senior like me, but I'd been distracted. Mrs. Dixon kept popping into my head – her ass in the yoga pants, her giant rack and most of all her mouth wrapped around my cock. Obviously, the kind of thing ANY 18 year old guy wouldn't mind getting distracted by, but it did make me late for school. Scrambling to find the crumpled class list in the bottom of my backpack I almost missed the door for my homeroom. In past years I had paid attention ahead of time to who was in my classes and which of my friends I would be trying to sit by, but I guess senioritis was setting in and I was flying blind. I spun around and ducked into my homeroom class just before the bell rang. The desks were all full and Mr. Worthington told the handful of us without seats to stand along the tables at the back of the class. I scanned the desks to see who I recognized as I edged back to find a spot to lean. I saw Mike and Matt, but before I could catch their attention I noticed Laurel peering at me. Laurel is Alex's best friend, and also the one I suspected of being at the construction site the night before. Alex and I had 'hooked up' in the back seat of her family's SUV and it seemed that Alex had been texting Laurel about what was going on, and possibly even taking a photo of my cock, just after I had shot my load. Anyway, here in homeroom, Laurel leaned over to whisper to a couple of other girls all clustered together. One of them was a cheerleader like Laurel and they were all the 'cool girls' – far hotter than a guy like me could normally expect to interact with. The end of summer 'activity' with Alex Dixon and her mom had charged up my libido and started me thinking that maybe I could 'fit in' better than expected my senior year. Just then, Laurel crossed her legs and I got a glimpse of her long legs and the short skirt she was wearing. The denim skirt was frayed around the edges and the view instantly sent a little extra blood pumping into my cock. The cheerleaders were not in uniform the first day of school, but it was clear that Laurel wanted to show off as much of her tanned legs as possible. Laurel caught me staring and she smiled a little bit as she leaned over to whisper something to one of her friends. Mr. Worthington started calling roll and explaining how some of us would actually be doing homeroom down the hall with another teacher after things got straightened out. We had to fill out some paperwork and for a few minutes my cock deflated in my shorts as I wasn't thinking about Laurel's legs (or Alex's tits or her mother's lips wrapped around my cock). As I handed off my completed paperwork I looked over and saw ... Laurel showing something on the screen of her phone to the other girls. All their eyes were locked on the phone – then they all swiveled their heads to look over at me. My heart sank. That was when I knew, I KNEW, that Alex had taken that photo of my dick and she had sent it to Laurel. One of the girl's grabbed the phone to get a closer look, but I turned my face away in shame. Obviously, in the time since then, I have come to realize how silly it is for me to be freaked out by hot girls essentially fighting over who got a closer look at my junk, but in that moment I felt like I would get shamed by all and be the talk of the school. Well, I was right about that last part. I WOULD be the talk of the school, but I had no idea how much fun that could be. Later, at 'Snack' break between second and third periods, I was wandering down the hall when I saw two senior girls leaning against their lockers and staring at me. They were in the social circle of Laurel and Alex – so I could only guess that they had seen the photo as well. I was about to walk over and ask them what they were laughing at (they weren't actually laughing) but before I could reach them, they giggled and scampered off. I quickly decided that running down the hallway after two girls to ask if they had seen the picture of my cock was a bad idea. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I spun around – almost ready to be mad. But it was Laurel. And she was pressed up close to me. Very close. The hallways was crowded, but she didn't have to be THAT close. I could feel her body, and especially the bare skin of her leg against mine. I was glad she was that close, at least until I contemplated what she was doing to my cock, and how I'd have to hide the erection to make it to third period. "Hey," Laurel said. "Uhh. Hi." "Have you seen Alex this morning?" "No. No, I haven't," I stuttered as Laurel shifted her stance just a bit so the curve of her hip pressed harder against my already over-stressed groin. Laurel smiled at my nervous reaction as her hand slipped lower, brushing against my shorts and the now throbbing boner inside. "She said you guys met up last night." "She said that?!" I started to turn away, my voice cracking with anxiety. Then I realized that Laurel, and her purse pressed close to my body, were the only things keeping my now three-quarters hard cock from shoving my shorts out so much I'd be blocking traffic to the Humanities building. "Yeah, and I'm pretty impressed." With that I knew she was talking about the photo and my embarrassment peaked. Laurel leaned even closer to whisper right in my ear – her firm breast brushing against my arm and doing nothing to lessen my now full-bore erection. "See you later," Laurel breathed before stepping back and turning to head off to her next class. The hem of her skirt rode up those toned, summer-tanned thighs and I swung my backpack over to hide the achingly hard shaft in my pants. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, letting me know I had a text message. I reached in for it, but my hard-on made everything twisted up. I sat on a bench and laid my backpack across my lap. A couple of other girls walked past and my eyes flashed to theirs – wondering if they were looking at me and if they had seen the photo Alex had taken. I finally pulled out my cell and saw it was a text from Matt. There was an attachment. And there it was: the photo. Matt had added a 'Dude, is this you?!?' message – but all I could see was the image. It was Alex's left hand wrapped part of the way around my glistening, wet shaft. It was the upholstery in her mom's SUV and it was undeniably my cock, still damp from blasting a load into Alex's mouth. I hurriedly stuffed the phone back into my pocket and looked around to see if I could find Alex. I moved quickly down the halls – still unsure where Alex's (or even my) next class was located. I had to see her and get her to stop this. Of course, the image had already leaked and there was no going back, but I was desperate to find some solution. What if teachers saw it? My parents? I spotted Alex down the walkway and I rushed towards her, but Mrs. Roberts crossed my path and I had to slow down to avoid her. My eyes were on Alex and I knew she was looking back at me. My backpack slipped off my shoulder and grazed Mrs. Roberts and made her pull up short. "Watch where you're going with that thing," Mrs. Roberts said. Her eyes flashed and knew that I couldn't blow her off. She had been one of my favorite teachers when I was a sophomore, and now she was a guidance counselor at the school. Mrs. Roberts was dressed in a fitted skirt and professional blouse – but she'd always been my favorite older woman, at least until Mrs. Dixon had started giving me blowjobs. "Let me see that schedule," she said – and pointed me off in the other direction to my next class. I could feel Mrs. Roberts' eyes on me as I left – but I was too wound up to understand what was going on. The rest of my day was spent trying to figure out a way to contact or find Alex or Laurel. Even at lunch they were nowhere to be seen. By my P.E. class in sixth period I was edgy. In the locker-room, a couple of guys were off to the side watching me change. They weren't gay – I think they just wanted to see if it was true, if the picture was me. I purposefully turned to face them in my underwear, and since I wasn't hard – there was nothing for them to see. As the guy's gym class headed out to do some running on the track, Laurel appeared. She was dressed in her cheerleading skirt with a tank top. This was the 'practice uniform' the cheerleaders wore – and Laurel look incredible. Her chest wasn't as full as Alex's (or Alex's mother's) but her thin, dancer's frame made the breasts she had look incredible. Her long limbs were honey brown from a summer of 'the things hot girls do' and I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. "Have you seen Alex since lunch?" I asked. "She was just asking about you. Can you come talk in the Pad Room?" The 'Pad Room' is a storage space where wrestling mats, gymnastic cushions and the high jump pit were stored out of the weather. It was hidden under the concrete steps of the football stadium, and I had heard about the stuff that some kids did in there. My cock twitched – getting partially hard for the 372nd time that day. "I have to go run with my class," I replied half-heartedly. I already knew I was powerless to resist going under the bleachers. It was my cock, but it seemed like it belonged to these women. "I got your coach to let you help us move out the pads so we can work on some new tumbling. You want us to be safe, dontcha?" I followed Laurel, still thinking that she was leading me to Alex so I could (magically?) end the school's fascination with texted images of my dick. I was trying to get myself psyched up to confront Alex – but my eyes were drawn, as the eyes of all males must be, to the beautifully sculpted ass and legs of Laurel as they swayed from side to side in front of me. She led me into the Pad Room, but Laurel was going deeper. She looked back as she moved behind the pole vault padding that reached almost to the ceiling – making sure I was still following. I was. Laurel stopped. We were as deep in the Pad Room under the bleachers as I had ever been. There was nowhere else to go. I looked around. There was no Alex. We were alone. Laurel faced me and stepped closed – the tips of her Nikes resting on my own. "I saw the picture," Laurel said. There was no one around and here I was with this hot 18-year old looking up into my eyes. My dick throbbed a bit – shoved sideways by the underwear I wore for gym class. All I could do was nod. "Alex isn't coming. But you know that, don't you?" More nodding and more of my prick expanding. Laurel stepped closer, her breasts touching my chest as my heart hammered like I WAS out on the track running 440 intervals. Her fingertips brushed the waistband of my gym shorts. My cock surged again. She looked down, the crown of her head against my chest as she tugged the fabric away from my body. My dick was twisted up in my underwear for a moment, but I gasped as she pulled my shaft free and scooped my balls out to hang in the open – throbbing along with my meaty shaft. I looked around – half nervous that Alex would arrive and she would be jealous. At this point I was still thinking that maybe Alex was my 'girlfriend' and that seeing me with Laurel would piss her off. I was foolish. And much luckier than that. All concerns left my mind as Laurel wrapped both hands around my cock – pumping the loose skin up and down over the steel hard core of my prick. Laurel mumbled and kept moving her hands as I leaned back against a stack of mats and pads. Laurel kneeled down, her skirt fanned out around her legs as she placed her mouth over just the tip of my cock. She sucked on just that much – like she was giving the head a hickey. I gasped in pleasure as she started to work her mouth down over more of the flaring head of my prick. Laurel moaned and I moaned back. Her fingers dug under my balls, tugging and fluttering at times. My hips pushed forward as I tried to drive more of the cock down her throat. It really wouldn't fit, but it was like my nervous system was taking over, seeking more pleasure. Laurel worker her hand on my shaft and I growled again before ... I looked up and Alex was standing right there. She was a few steps off to the side, watching Laurel's mouth and hands work on my wet, hard prick. I was too shocked to even say anything for a moment. "I told you that fucking thing was huge," said Alex. I tried to back up, but my cock was lodged in Laurel's hungry, sucking mouth. I looked around for an escape, sure that one of these gorgeous women would be angry or jealous. Neither one of them was. Laurel's breath was raw and ragged as she pulled her mouth off the drooling tip of my prick. She exhaled and stood up, her fingers never leaving my soaked shaft. "I can't get much of him into my mouth," gasped Laurel. She invited Alex closer and they both stared down at my bobbing prick. Alex wordlessly grabbed Laurel by the shoulders and turned her around, so her skirt covered ass was right in front of my cock. Alex grabbed my shaft and looked me in the eye. "This thing is not going inside her. Do you follow." I nodded as Laurel looked over her shoulder, backing up until my cock pressed against the back of her ass – pushing up under the skirt. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my dick slid along her panties and up the crack of her ass. I was still a virgin (assuming that 'virgin' is defined as never having been inside a pussy) and this moment was so intense my legs got a bit weak. Without conscious thought I started to pump my hips, like I was fucking her from behind, but my cock slid between the cheeks of her firm, gymnast's ass and each time pressed up under the skirt and lifted the pleated fabric. Laurel was moaning with each thrust and Alex stood back, observing for a moment. Then Alex stepped forwards and unzipped Laurel's skirt, pulling her away from me long enough to strip her down to just her boy-short style panties. Alex was now controlling the action, pressing Laurel back against me so my hard prick slapped against her ass crack. Alex kissed me on the mouth and it was then that it really hit me. Here I was with two of the hottest girls in school and one of them was kissing me while she guided my cock towards her friend's ass. A smile crept across my face. "Fun, isn't it?" Alex asked as she kissed me again. I nodded and Alex reached out to slowly peel Laurel's panties down. She never removed the panties all the way, they just edged down enough so that my bare cock was against the bare skin of Laurel's flawless ass. "You don't want to spoil the fun by trying to put your dick inside her, do you?" "No," I said, "I am enjoying this." Just then, Laurel arched her back more so that more of her ass was tilted to line up with the underside of my throbbing ass. I thrust forward, dragging every inch of skin I could against Laurel's body. Laurel moaned and pushed back as Alex stepped back to watch. My hands reached out to grab Laurel's hips as I thrust against her ass. My dick was outside her body, but this felt to me almost like fucking. I had never been inside a pussy, so how was I to know how much better it could be. That said, it was pretty damn exciting to slide my prick along the crack of the cheerleader's ass with her panties pulled down juuust enough to give us that delicious skin-to-skin contact. Laurel kept tilting her hips so that her pussy was almost pointed up. My balls slapped against her panty covered lips with every thrust. Laurel and I were both gasping for air as the Pad Room was filled with the scene of her wet pussy (and maybe Alex's as well). I was a lot bigger than Laurel, so her body was being tossed around with each forward movement of my hips. Alex stepped closer and looked down at my cock – it was laid out along Laurel's back and I have to admit it did look pretty big against her petite frame. "Getting a bit dry?" Alex asked – her face now only a few feet from my cock and her best friend's upturned ass. "Yeah!" Laurel grunted – the first words she had said in a while. Without hesitating for an instant, Alex leaned down and sucked the tip of my prick as it arched up away from Laurel's butt. Alex's mouth felt incredible and she drooled and nearly spat all over my trembling dick. The moisture pooled under the shaft and made everything slippery. I knew I wouldn't last long now, and I started to thrust again. Laurel pushed back against me and Alex stepped back to soak it all in. My prick thrust forward faster and harder as I was practically tossing Laurel forward and then propelling her backwards onto my dick. My cock was still a few inches too high for going into her pussy, but that had been declared off limits and at this point I was so caught up in how good this was feeling, I hardly cared. I started to grunt with each hammering thrust forward and Laurel was like a rag doll in my hands. My fingers dug into her lean but still soft hips as I raced towards my climax. My rock hard prick slid through the saliva-wet channel of Laurel's ass crack again and again until it happen. I tossed my head back and my eyes slammed shut. My throat vibrated with a howl I tried to hold back as I arched my own back. I was lifting Laurel off the ground now with each pump and I looked down at her back as ... A heavy line of thick white cum rocketed out of my cock and splashed up her spine. The jizz reached the back of her tank top, but most of the white, milky cum washed over her warm, suntanned skin. "Fuck!" Alex gasped as she leaned in closer. I pump again and again. My brain went fuzzy for a few moment and the skin of my body, everywhere except my throbbing, hyper-sensitive cock got clammy. My dick pumped out a few more jets of cum, then the airborne shots diminished to a slow, seeping drool across Laurel's bare back. I gulped in air as I rubbed my sloppy, wet cock a few more times against the slimy crack of Laurel's ass. I looked over and saw Alex had her cell phone out and I knew what she was up to. "No way are you taking another fucking picture!" I snapped. "Why?" replied Alex, "Because the last one worked out soo poorly for you?" The camera phone clicked on my thick, still mostly hard dick floating in a sea of jizz and spit in Laurel's arched lower back. The photo was a close-up – just the cock, the cum and Laurel's back and part of her ass. No one would know who it was, but I suspected everyone would have a guess or two. Laurel now stepped away from me – tugging her panties up crookedly. Her legs were still a bit unstable as she reached for her discarded cheer skirt. I nodded, agreeing that Alex had a point. The photo of my dick that she had taken the night before had already got every girl in school talking (or at least thinking) about what I had between my legs. Then there was this little encounter where two girls had teamed up to have me dry (wet-dry?) hump the tightest ass in school. "Laurel, don't put your skirt on over that mess!" cried Alex as she saw Laurel trying to pull her skirt up. Alex grabbed my gym t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I didn't even try to resist as Alex wiped the coating of jizz and spit off her best friend's back. Laurel zipped up her skirt and turned to give me a kiss on the lips. "I knew I'd enjoy the bumper boats," giggled Laurel, referring to the start of this whole sexual adventure when Alex's super-hot mother had, umm, 'accosted' me at my job running the bumper boats at our town's amusement center. "Now help us get these pads into the dance room, like you're supposed to" Alex laughed. She tossed the damp shirt at me and managed to catch it before my face got soaked in my own jizz. Once again, I was left shirtless as my clothes got used as a cum-rag. Eighteen Holes Ch. 04 As I dragged the folded up pad across the hallway to the room where the cheerleaders were practicing, I saw Mrs. Roberts pass by again. My chest was sheening with sweat and I'm sure my cock was still half-tenting my gym shorts. Mrs. Roberts slowed down, but I didn't have time to check out her legs, since I heard Alex and some other cheerleaders chattering excitedly in the practice room. What could they be discussing?