2 comments/ 13619 views/ 0 favorites Fore! Play By: Alexis661 Every golfer dreams of scoring a hole-in-one. It is that one moment of perfection that makes years of practice worthwhile. And every man dreams of scoring a hole-in one in bed. You don't have to be Tiger Woods to find your way around the green and you don't have to be Don Juan to find your way around your woman. All it takes is a little practice and a few well-placed putts and you'll soon find yourself playing in the Masters. You don't even need to buy those really expensive clubs or pay green fees Hey, don't get me wrong guys, there are some of you out there who really know how to please a woman. But even Tiger Woods needs to practice his stroke and warm up before he tees off. As every golfer knows, it helps to familiarize yourself with the green you'll be playing on. Where are the sand traps, the water hazards, and what is par for the course? Maybe your woman doesn't like to have her toes sucked or her neck nuzzled. Maybe "Hey, baby, let's do it" doesn't turn her on as much as you think. Practice your stroke and warm up a bit before you tee off. Watch carefully for the signs that you may be driving straight for the sand. Does she wince every time you call her "cuddle butt" or pull away whenever you lick her earlobe? Here is where the assistance of your caddy is critical. Asking your woman how it feels or if she likes it is like asking a well-seasoned caddy which driver to use on the next hole. No one is more familiar with the green than your caddy and no one knows what your woman likes better than your woman. Don't be afraid to ask. And guys, unless you plan to putt from the parking lot, it will take a little time to get to the fairway. You don't go from your car to the first tee in 2 minutes, so don't think that pouncing on your partner and going for it will be a good way to keep on getting green privileges. Every good golfer knows that a relaxed lead up to tee time is the best way to stay focused during a round. Once on the green, practice some putting first. Warm up with a few gentle stokes and test your equipment. Get a feel for the right grip, try different strokes and see which ones send your balls sailing in the right direction. You'll know you're in the rough if your partner keeps shifting position, doesn't respond or starts talking about her day at work. Don't panic! Even Tiger's had to dig his balls out of the bunker. Readjust your grip, try a different club or reposition your stance. If you're going for birdie, chances are, your woman will start leading you to the pin. And if your partner starts to relax and stops keeping score, you'll know you're headed for a hole-in-one And remember, When moving from the tee to the fairway, keep your eye on the ball and don't rush the play. Now, it's time to practice your drive. A firm, relaxed grip on your club (I'm talking golf now) is crucial when making your first shot. Slice to the left or right and you'll end up in the bunker on a dogleg. Landing in the rough will only slow you down. A good grip with your partner is also very important. You don't want to mangle the goodies, but you do want to be sure that your partner feels your caress. If your woman has indicated (you asked, first, remember?) that she likes to have her bodacious ta-ta's handled, be sure you know whether "handled" is synonymous with "Pinched" or " A light full handed caress" And please, don't keep switching grips! As soon as your woman starts to moan and respond to that certain something you're doing, the best way to ruin it is to stop doing it! Stroke is important here, fellows. You'll want a strong, powerful swing and not a deep, rutting hack. Think of it as a transfer of energy - a smooth burst of power from your body, through your driver, into the ball. Strokes that lack confidence or power will be deflected and your ball will land way off target. Your stroke should be precise and smooth as molten gold, not jerky or rough. If you need to readjust, don't overcorrect the stroke. A little change goes a long way. Now, this is it! Take a firm, relaxed grip on the club and settle into a comfortable stance. Keeping your eye on the ball, swing from the hips with a powerful, controlled motion. Follow through with a smooth recovery and there you have it. A hole in one! Chances are, even if you're an expert on scoring holes-in-one, you'll still need to work on some aspect of the game. Don't' be afraid to practice often and use those slow-mo instant replays as an opportunity to improve your game. And don't forget, those moments right after the game is a great time to do some networking. Heading straight into the clubhouse alone for a beer alone is no way to build a good rapport with your partner. Remember to tip your caddy well. A well-deserved bouquet of flowers goes a long way in ensuring that you'll be upgraded with perks the next time you hit the green. Fore!Play Theresa waited for the second soft rap on the door before cracking it open. The young man in the hallway could see only her blonde hair and tanned face. But that was enough to confirm what others had told him—Theresa was a beautiful woman. "Hello. I'm Mark. I'm...," he began to say. Theresa opened the door wider, but remained mostly hidden from view. "Come on in." Almost before he was clear of the door, she pushed it closed behind him. Now, for the first time, Mark got to see all of the gorgeous lady he had been hired to "entertain" while her professional golfer husband played in the tournament. Theresa wore a man's dress shirt, unbuttoned down to her cleavage. It extended far enough down her bare legs that he didn't know what, if anything, she wore underneath. She oozed sexiness with her breasts pressing against the shirt and her shapely legs fully exposed. "My name's Theresa." She extended her hand politely. Mark shook it, smiling nervously. "Hi." They walked into the center of the large hotel suite and Theresa asked him to sit down. "Something to drink? Beer. Wine." "A beer's fine. Thanks," he replied. He watched her walk to the bar, her ass scarcely covered by the tail of the shirt. As Theresa walked back, she took the opportunity to closely inspect her guest. She was told he'd be a local college guy. She put his age at about nineteen. His muscular arms, shoulders and chest filled his t-shirt. Strong legs protruded from his shorts and she smiled with approval. They began to chat with Theresa sitting on the couch opposite Mark. Finally, he got to see a hint of the blue panties she wore under the shirt. Theresa crossed her legs and sipped her beer, closely watching his reaction. Knowing that they were limited to about five hours together, Theresa wasted no time in getting what she paid for. "Come here, Mark," she said abruptly during a lull in their conversation. Mark walked toward his beautiful client. "Get undressed," she commanded. The young man slowly pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He let Theresa study his body for a few seconds before pulling down the zipper on his shorts. He unbuttoned the pants and let them fall to the floor. He kicked them aside and removed his shoes. Theresa stared at the bulge under his small, tight briefs. She uncrossed her legs and let her right hand slide down to her panties. Mark watched anxiously as she began to rub her clit through the material. He regained attention long enough to unhurriedly lower his briefs until they were clear of his cock. Theresa spread her legs wider and rubbed her clit harder as Mark got naked. She couldn't take her eyes off his thick cock. Her heart beat faster at the thought of what it would be like fully erect. "Hold your cock. And stroke it," she said. Her eyes only briefly met his before returning to his magnificent cock. Theresa's hand moved inside her panties as Mark complied with her demand. Both of them reacted to watching and being watched—Theresa's pussy getting wetter and Mark's cock beginning to swell in his hand. He could feel the blood surging through it with each stroke. Eventually, Theresa pushed herself up from the couch and stood in front of Mark. "Take my clothes off," she said. Large portions of her breasts were already exposed even before he began to unbutton the shirt. He loved the feel of her soft skin on the back of his fingers as he worked his way below her breasts and onto her stomach. When he finished with the last button he hesitated. Mark felt Theresa's fingers brush against his cock. He pulled the shirt open and lowered it off her shoulders and down her arms. His eyes were locked on the woman's incredible breasts as he threw the shirt aside. It wasn't the size of the breasts that attracted him—he had seen much bigger—but he had never seen a more perfectly formed pair, with such wonderful nipples begging for his lips to surround them. Mark put his hands under Theresa's breasts and cupped them for a moment. Then he moved his fingers completely around them until he had touched every inch of her skin. Finally, he put the nipples between his fingers and squeezed. Theresa closed her eyes and gasped, arching her back toward him. The woman's hand gripped his cock harder each time he squeezed her nipples. Mark was fully erect now and desperately wanted to fuck this nearly naked goddess. But he had to take off the blue panties first...and he didn't delay. Grabbing the waistband of her panties gently, he began to pull them down. He leaned down and took the panties completely off, leaving his face just inches from her neatly shaven pussy. Mark placed his hands on her little ass and pulled her closer as he leaned into her pussy. He tenderly kissed her thighs and stomach before placing his lips on her clit. Just a light kiss caused her to spread her legs and he was able to put his tongue on the erect clit. Mark's hands tightened around her ass as he licked her over and over. Theresa put her hand on the back of his head and allowed him to continue for a few more seconds. Then she, too, was too desperate to wait any longer. "Mark, I want you to fuck me. Hard." The young man put his hands on her waist and forced her back to the couch, turning her so that she lay stretched out under him. Theresa groaned as she landed roughly on the cushions, but loved the way he was taking control. Mark put his body between her legs, pushing one to the side and letting it hang off the couch. He held Theresa's arms above her head as he lowered his mouth to her breasts. He put his lips around one nipple and began to bite it. "Oh my God, yes. Yes. Harder." Mark sucked on the nipple, bit it some more and put as much of the breast as he could into his mouth. Theresa could feel his hard cock rubbing against her thigh. She wanted it in her so badly. Unable to touch it, she waited for him to finish attacking her breasts. She loved the forceful way he used his mouth and teeth to arouse her tender nipples. She could feel the dampness around her pussy long before he moved up and aggressively kissed her. "Do you want fucked now?" he asked. "Yes." "Beg for it." Theresa moaned. "Please, Mark. Fuck me." "Tell me what you want," he ordered. "Put your cock into my cunt. Please. Fuck me with that big cock." Mark took one more tug on her nipple with his teeth before placing the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He saw the fluid already seeping between her pussy lips. It glistened against the bright red tip of his cock. Then he leaned forward. In one brutal thrust nearly the entire length of Mark's cock penetrated Theresa's pussy. The woman screamed out with pleasure. When Mark pulled back and drove his entire body down onto her a second time she cried out again. She wrapped her legs around his ass and tried to put her hands on him. But Mark grabbed her by the wrists and forced her arms back above her head. He began to fuck her harder, feeling her tight pussy grab at his cock with each plunge. Their bodies smacked together. Theresa felt her breasts being crushed under the weight of Mark's body. And she loved it. Then he raised his body so both of them could watch his huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Mark held the woman by her breasts, kneading them roughly. "Rub your clit," he said. "Make yourself cum." Theresa was only too glad to follow his orders. Her clit ached for attention. She put her fingers on it and quickly began to rub. Her hand frantically moved back and forth across the throbbing nub with Mark fucking her harder and harder. He watched her breasts quiver when he wasn't clutching at them. He felt the wetness of her pussy. Soon, he would need to cum. Theresa could feel her own orgasm building inside her body. The man she had hired to have sex with was more than competent and his huge cock was driving her insane. He treated her aggressively, which she wanted, and now drove her to the brink of a massive orgasm. She was finally able to put her hands on his ass and said loudly, "God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Mark drove his cock into her so hard Theresa was pushed onto the armrest of the couch. She clung to his body and Mark held her in place under his naked frame. That's when she felt it begin. She cried out as the orgasm gushed through her body. Theresa arched her back and forced her pussy up to meet the onslaught of the man's cock. His hands held her ass in place as Theresa kept coming, and coming. Mark could feel her fluid surrounding his cock and they both heard the sucking sounds made by their bodies as they continued to fuck. Theresa touched her clit and a new wave of ecstasy tore through her. She hung on the best she could, almost oblivious to the vicious manner in which Mark was now ramming his cock into her. All she knew was it had been years since she came like this. She didn't want it to end. But eventually she couldn't cum any longer. Mark could feel her go limp. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asked. Theresa could barely talk. "On my tits, Mark. Cum all over my tits." She watched him pull out, leaving a void between her legs. The cock was soaked with her juices. He put his hand around it and moved forward. The cock looked mammoth just a few inches from her lips. She thought at first he was going to soak her face with his cum, but Mark moved the cock to one of her nipples instead. He groaned hoarsely, then tilted his head back and stroked his cock frantically. Even Theresa moaned in anticipation of his orgasm. The first stream of white cum spurt clear up to her chin before pouring over one of her breasts. She loved the feel of his warm fluid on her body and was soon watching many more streams of his cum cover her chest. It slid down the sides of her breasts and hung from her nipples. She used a finger to spread it, then licked the finger clean letting the taste linger on her tongue. When Mark was done, Theresa simply smiled up at him in appreciation. "I'll get a towel," Mark said. "Take your time," the woman replied as Mark walked away. She watched his tight ass disappear into the bathroom. He returned and dutifully wiped clean the chest...and chin...he had just drowned in his cum. Then he got each of them another drink and settled onto the couch next to his naked client. They talked for a while, not hiding their admiration for each other's body. They were clearly drained by the intense sex but not beyond being excited again if the opportunity arose. Theresa made a point of moving around the room occasionally to give the young man several views of her sleek figure. On one of her trips back to the couch she walked straight toward him, straddling his legs with hers. Then she softly sat on top of him. Mark couldn't help but stare at the young woman's pussy, stretched wide apart in his lap. Her thighs were silky smooth and he felt the coolness of her butt on the top of his legs. Without a word, she put her hand on Mark's cock and began to stroke it. She let it rest on the inside of her palm and she slowly ran her fingers from the base to the tip. She circled it several times and finally enclosed it in her fist. Within seconds she could feel the blood flowing and the shaft start to lengthen and harden. Mark reached up and placed a hand on one of Theresa's breasts. She felt the nipple being squeezed. Not as hard as before, but enough to send a tingle all the way to her pussy. When the cock in her hand felt nearly erect, she slid off Mark's lap. Her body was between his legs as she placed her lips on the tip of the cock. She kissed it. Then licked it. Mark leaned back and closed his eyes. This was going to be good. Theresa teased the cock with little touches by her tongue before finally licking him from the base of his cock to the tip. She lingered at the end before putting it in her mouth. Just the tip. Then she slowly lowered her head until the entire shaft was between her lips. She clamped her lips on it tighter and pulled back. Mark moaned with ecstasy as Theresa began to bob up and down on his cock. She felt her hair hit his body each time she lowered her head onto him. Then she speeded up and kept it in her mouth as she sucked on it wildly. Her tongue slid up and down the bottom of his cock until he thought he'd burst inside her. For several minutes she worked on the cock, changing speeds and pressure and techniques like a professional. Rarely did Mark's customers give him the satisfaction this woman was giving him. He determined he'd do anything for her in what little time they had left. He refrained from cumming just long enough. Mark felt Theresa pull back from him, and watched as she stood up and walked to a large dining table at one end of the suite. Her little ass moved gracefully until she stopped, looked back at him over her shoulder, and leaned over the end of the table. With her arms stretched above her head and her ass facing him invitingly, Mark didn't need instructions. "Spread your legs," he said confidently. Theresa obeyed. He looked once more at the gorgeous, tight pussy he had been in earlier. His cock pulsated with excitement. He grabbed her by the hips and moved forward. Theresa clutched at the sides of the table and felt the thick cock enter her. "Oh God," she murmured. Her feet nearly came off the ground as Mark began to fuck her again. More gently this time, yet powerfully. He pulled her back each time he thrust into her, admiring the smooth curves of her ass and thighs and hips. Theresa's breasts were smashed against the wood table, sliding on the surface as they had sex. Every inch of her body tingled with the desire to cum. But she loved the feel of this young man inside her so much she'd delay it as much as possible. And Mark held off the best he could so he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock over and over again. Their sounds told each other when it was time. Theresa came first, screaming out with pleasure. She forced her ass back into Mark, who came soon afterwards. Blast after blast of his cum flowed inside Theresa's pussy. The sound of his body smacking against her ass echoed throughout the suite. Mark grunted with each surge of cum and Theresa eagerly accepted it. Her hair fell in disarray across her face as she continued to cum and moisture collected between her body and the table. When they were done and Mark leaned exhausted against the woman, their breathing was all that could be heard. His cock fell from her pussy and fluid dripped down her thighs. It was soon time for Mark to leave the woman, who would wait in the empty room for her tired husband to return. But she had the number to call to "order" Mark next year. Next week was another tournament in another town. Fore! Play When I was younger, I played golf, not just for pleasure, as I do now, but as my employment. I was an Assistant Professional at several golf courses before I left the business. At one of those courses, there was a female Assistant Professional, as well. Our boss, the Director of Golf, had nicknames for us. My name starts with D, and I was the older (22) and senior Assistant, so I was D1. Dorothy, the other Assistant, was D2, or Dot. And Dot was hot. I always thought she looked a lot like Diane Lane, but with more freckles, and curlier hair. Oh, and much bigger tits. That may have been another reason for her D2 designation, but DD would have been selling her magnificent chest short. Playing golf with Dot could be very, very distracting. She was 21, about 5'4" tall, with a nice firm ass, and decent legs. I would guess she weighed maybe 120. She was also very flexible, and her follow through, in the classic reverse C position, pointed her huge knockers up to the sky. Put simply, no one who played with her ever watched her shot, as that finish position put her big tits on display. I know I was always peeking, and she knew it. She was also a tease. She would flash her ass, under her short skirt, while bending to pick up her ball. I worked with her for three years, and toward the end of that time, her teasing increased. It was then I decided to act on it. We were pretty evenly matched, game wise. I had the obvious length advantage, but that was largely equalized by the shorter Ladies Tees. I hit better wedges; she hit more accurate mid-irons. She was a great chipper; I was the better putter. All in all, it was a toss up. This club we worked at was a private club, so it was pretty quiet a lot of the time. I was off that day, and Dot had worked the morning shift. We teed off about one. Dot was leaning on her driver, waiting for me to tee off. "So, what are we playing for?" she asked. Usually, it was lunch, or something along those lines. "I don't know," I replied, "but I think we should make it more interesting than lunch." We usually played skins, and match play with a stroke total kicker. That made 18 individual bets, with the match play winner as the 19th, and the stroke play winner making 20. We also paid bonuses for birdies or better. Plenty of chances to get even. "How about 'truth or dare'?" This obviously came as a surprise to her. A surprise, but not a problem. It only took a few seconds of calculating the odds for her to agree. She extended her hand, and we shook on it. The first hole was a 565 yard par 5, dogleg left off the tee, over a nasty bunker in the corner of the dogleg. I had planned to hit a draw, over the corner, off the right edge of the bunker, but I tugged it a bit left, and didn't catch it solid. I was fortunate not to be in the bunker, but I was in the rough left of it. Dot walked up to the ladies tee, 50 yards ahead, while I grabbed the cart. As I drove up, I saw Dorothy's ball arcing beautifully over the bunker, before landing in the fairway and scooting a further 20 yards. Advantage Dot, a fact her smile confirmed on her return to the passenger seat. I had about 310 left, from a reasonable lie in the rough. I figured I could get a low, running hook out of here. I took my 5 iron, pulled the ball back a bit in my stance, and hooded the face. I lashed at it with everything I had, and as planned, the ball screamed out in a low hook, doing its best Eveready Bunny impression as it ran out, to within 100 yards of the green. "Nice shot!!" Dorothy called out from her position in the fairway. She hit a nice little fairway wood 10 yards past mine. We were pretty even. My third was a spinning lob wedge that landed about 15 feet past, took one hop and jerked to a stop right there, leaving me about 20 feet, slightly downhill, breaking right. Dot hit a wedge that scooted up, 12 feet short. Her putt was uphill, right to left. I was a bit worried she might draw first blood in our little game, but we both 2 putted our way to pars. Carry over. The second hole was a downhill par 4, about 390 yards. Pretty straight, but O. B. right, with a pond left front of the green. I was on in regulation, but about 40 feet away. Dot missed right, but her chip left a 5 footer for par. My lag putt, usually one of my better aspects, slid about 8 feet past, meaning I had to putt first. But I had a good look at the line as my first putt went by, so I was able to put the pressure back on her by making the comebacker. Dorothy lined up her putt. There was some pressure on this one. If she missed, I would have control of the first two questions in our game. She hit a good putt, but it died right and spun out. "Fuck me!" she cried angrily. "Not yet, Dot. Perhaps later, " I said with a smile. She plunked down in her seat, obviously pissed about losing the hole. We drove to the third tee, a 180 yard par 3 for me. Dot started to walk up to her tee. "Ahem. There is the little matter of a wager to settle." She dropped her head and turned to walk back to me. "Alright... Get it over with." she resigned herself to her fate. "Truth or Dare?" Dorothy thought about it for a few seconds. "Truth", she decided. "Just how big are your boobs?" I asked evenly. I looked her straight in the eyes, then looked down at her chest, then back to her eyes. Her mouth was opening and closing silently, obviously flustered. She had to answer, otherwise the dare could be worse. She finally caved in. "34F" she admitted, reluctantly. "Really? Nice!" I said. Dot was blushing. She knew I had one more left. "Truth or Dare?" I asked again. "Christ!" she said under her breath, "Dare." she decided, hoping it would be easier than another truth. I let her off easy, for now. "One more button, please" I grinned. Dorothy had on her uniform shirt, which had a four-button placket, plus the top button. The top and first buttons were already open. One more wouldn't show much more. She flipped it open. I hit my shot in the bunker, and made bogey. Dorothy made an easy par. As we walked up onto the tee of the par 4 fourth hole, she was almost giddy, knowing she was in control. "Alright," I said, "Truth". I knew she was probably trying to find something really embarrassing. "How often..." she paused for effect, "... do you jerk off?" So, no question about whether I do or not. Just how often. Maybe I could have some fun with this one. "On average, or maximum abuse?" I asked. "Jesus!" she giggled, then shrugged. "Your choice!" "Well," I answered, "I would say four to six times a week, but I think I have done it that many times in a day, as well". "Really?" she queried. The answer seemed to take her by surprise. At least the second part did. There was a little glint in her eye as she thought about it. I was still thinking about her 34Fs when I teed off, and a couple of bad swings led to another bogey, while she made par. She was in control, and one shot ahead overall. I thought about going with a dare, but decided to see what else she could come up with. "Truth" I said as we walked onto the fifth tee. "Okay, let's see... What do you think about when you are jerking off?" she asked. She seemed to be genuinely interested. I was beginning to see a pattern to her questions. "Clarification? What, or who?" "I guess I mean who. Who do you think about when you jerk off?" Now that I could use to my advantage. "Well, lots of women. Some from porn, or Penthouse, or Playboy. Sometimes it's you. Now that I know how 'big' you are, you will probably be more often". That had the desired effect. She blushed, and turned away. When she turned back, her nipples were partially erect, showing little bumps through her shirt. I absolutely bombed it off the tee on the par 5. The ball carried over the crest of the slope on the right side of the fairway, bounding down the hill to get me in position to reach the green with my second shot. Dorothy seemed a bit... distracted. Her tee shot was left, her second still left of the fairway, and her third just off the right side of the green. I had a great chance here. My 4-iron landed just short of the front edge, and bounced on. It ran back toward the pin, but the slope of the left bunker pushed it off line to the right a few feet. When it stopped, I had 20 feet for Eagle. Dot hit a great chip, nearly catching the pin, and leaving 3 feet for par. She made it. I had a good look at this putt, from all angles. It paid off, because I gutted it. It went down like a homesick gopher. "Yes!" I yelled, with a big fist pump. "No!" she yelled back, knowing she was in trouble again. "Nice putt... Great Eagle 3" she added in sportsmanship. With one putt, I had gone from one behind, to one ahead. I won the hole, so I had control. And the Eagle carried with it a bonus. I had a double coming. Dorothy was waiting on the cart. We moved to the sixth, a 140 yard par 3 over a pond. "Dare" she said. "Two more buttons," I said, holding up my fingers. She sighed, and popped them open. Her shirt was now wide open. Her cleavage was on display, and since the placket of her shirt extended about 2 inches below her bustline, her bra was visible as well. It was black and lacy. And not doing a great job of disguising her hard nipples. I would definitely be paying rapt attention from here on. Six was halved with pars, as was the par 4 seventh, and the short par 3 eighth. Every swing she made gave me a great view her creamy, freckle topped breasts. Watching her line up putts was equally interesting, as I could see right down her top. I didn't even pretend I wasn't looking, and she didn't even pretend she didn't know I was looking. There was a lot on the line for the ninth hole. Three carry overs and one for the ninth... a four bagger. Two rather lacklustre bogies did nothing to solve the issue. That put five holes on the line on the tenth, another par 5. I was eager to go. "Dorothy... You may want to button up while we go past the clubhouse", I suggested. She laughed and nodded, quickly taking her tits off display.. We stopped to get a few drinks for the back nine. Then it was off to ten. The tenth tee was clearly visible from the pro shop, so Dot kept her top buttoned as normal while we teed off. However, by the time we were ready to hit our seconds shots, ... and without any input from me, I might add ... her tits were available for inspection again. It might have been my imagination, but it almost looked like she had pulled her shirt even lower. When I stuck my wedge shot inside 2 feet for birdie, Dorothy knew she was done like dinner. She made par and conceded my putt for birdie. I won five holes, to go six up with eight to play in the match. I also picked up a shot, to go two ahead, and the birdie gets a bonus. Dot braced herself for six rounds of truth or dare. She just shrugged, defeated. "Okay... what do you want to know, or what do I need to do.?" She was sitting beside me on the cart. I rubbed my hands together and laughed like a villain. Dorothy just cringed. Let's start with your... ", she looked anxious, " ... Bra. I'd like to see it... "she quickly pulled her shirt aside, showing me the black lace through the open neck. " Let me finish... I'd like to see it in the dashboard of the cart. Take it off. " Surprisingly, she really didn't protest much. She just pulled her shirt out, reached behind and unhooked it, then did the 'pull it out the sleeves' routine. Her uniform shirt was dark green, so, even without her bra, I couldn't see the colour of her nipples, but I could sure see the shape of them. Two very stiff buds of flesh stood at attention like little soldiers.. "Five more?" she said. Without the support, her tits rode a little lower on her chest, but there wasn't much sag. I had to touch them. It's almost as though she knew what was next. "Yes, you can touch them...", she said anticipating my request, "... But it'll cost you two." A pair for a pair, sounds fair. I nodded. Dorothy took a deep breath, preparing to be groped. I took a deep breath, preparing to do the groping, but with permission. Begrudging permission, but permission just the same. I reached out and took her big, beautiful breasts into my hands. They were warm, firm and heavy. I fondled her gently, moving closer. Her breathing became a little bit irregular, and her nipples stiffened more. She was starting to enjoy the contact. A barely audible moan came from her throat. "Three more." Her voice quivered a bit when she said it. Not in fear, but excitement. I looked at her, and she rolled her eyes. "Okay," she said to my unspoken request, and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt, lifting it up to her shoulders. Her nipples were dark pink, easily half an inch tall, and as big around as the tip of my finger. Areolas about three inches in diameter, and slightly lighter in colour, surrounded them. A sprinkling of freckles adorned the rounded curves that led down into her cleavage, but faded on the outer portions of each breast. I touched her again. "Damn, those are absolutely beautiful breasts, Dorothy!" I offered. "Thank you for the compliment." she replied. Her voice was very shaky, and she was breathing raggedly. "Two more". She smiled. Well, the next logical step is...? I leaned in and took a nipple between my lips. The moan this time was clear and loud. It got louder as I sucked the bud in, circling it with my tongue. I continued to fondle her other breast, while I furiously suckled this one. Then I switched. Dorothy started to squirm a little, in addition to her moans of pleasure. Her head was resting back against the roof support of the cart, and she released her shirt, placing her hands instead on the back of my head. A few more seconds, and I heard her say, very quietly. "Oh god... One more." For my last round, I lifted my face away from her chest, and brought it up even with hers. I brushed my lips over her lips, and her tongue speared my mouth eagerly, which led to about two minutes of feverish tonsil hockey. Her shirt was still pulled up above her boobs, and I was still fondling them mercilessly, but she didn't seem to care. As we broke the kiss, she looked at me and firmly said. "Okay, let's play golf." and pulled her shirt down. She was still bra less, but at least covered. The activities of the last few minutes had left me with a severe handicap, namely a full blown hard-on that verged on painful. It did not go unnoticed by Dot. "I don't suppose you want to whip that thing out and show me how you jerk off to visions of my body?" she asked suggestively. "I'd love to, but you are going to have to earn it." I responded. "Fine by me" she retorted. Dorothy won the par 4 eleventh with a bogey. My concentration was compromised, not only by the visions I had running through my mind, but by the sight of her bouncing and jiggling around without her bra. She had been provided with an unfair advantage by my own hand, and she intended to use it fully. "Drop 'em" was all she said. I complied, unbuckling and unzipping, until my pants and underwear were around my ankles. My erection, nearly 8 inches long and as thick as Dot's wrist, stood straight out. Dorothy conducted a close range visual inspection, but didn't touch me. I could feel her breath on me, but she knew she'd need to win the right to touch, just as I did with her breasts. After winning the twelfth, she merely looked at me and made a jerking motion. I merely looked at her, put my hands to my chest, and cupped an imaginary rack. She pulled her shirt up again. Then she gestured to me again, as if to say 'your turn'. I tried to look like I was embarrassed, but excitement had overtaken embarrassment a few holes ago. My cock was like steel, and I would have probably been tugging on it whether she had won or not. I wrapped my right hand around my shaft, and began to stroke it slowly. I looked at her, first in the eyes, then very deliberately dropping my eye line to her exposed orbs. She cupped her tits, holding them out for me, as she moved closer. I stroked faster. I was beginning to grunt with excitement. Dorothy was moaning herself, from watching me, pulling on her nipples, and her fingers that had begun to rub her crotch. After about a minute, and just in time, she sighed and said "Okay, that will do". I stuffed my dick back in my pants, and she pulled her shirt down. We drove to the tee of the par 4 thirteenth hole. When she won her third straight hole, she had her hand on my cock, doing the jerking herself. Somehow, I was having a hard time thinking of this as a loss. I was hardly suffering. It was a beautiful day, and I was on the golf course. By itself, that would be a good day. Add to it the fact that a beautiful, topless, huge breasted girl was wanking my hard dick, and I was getting closer to cumming. Wow. She could feel that I was close to cumming, and she stopped. She was now only three down, and one shot ahead of me overall. "You know, it has just occurred to me that you might be throwing this match, to get me to continue playing with your cock." she said. As if to prove her wrong, I put my 6-iron shot on the par 3 fourteenth hole in to 12 feet. Dot almost holed hers, the ball finishing less than two feet behind the cup. I conceded hers, and when mine curled in the top edge, we had halved the hole with birdies. We each got a bonus. Dorothy sighed. "What's it going to be?" "Your panties, please" I said, holding out my hand. She actually grinned as she deposited the tiny garment in my hand. They were wet. Very, very wet. "And here's what I want" she smiled as she tugged me over to the cart and took a seat. She spread her legs wide, and pushed me down between them. I really didn't need any further guidance. A puffy tuft of red pubes resided above her swollen labia. Her outer lips framed the inner ones perfectly, and the inner lips were long, protruding about an inch. They were glued together by her natural lubricant. Dorothy took her finger and ran it the length of her slit, separating her lips, which spread open wide. Pussy juice oozed from her gaping passage. At the top junction of her labia, her bright pink clit protruded, begging for attention. "My god, Dorothy... You have a porn star pussy! It's gorgeous!" I said from between her legs She smiled and yanked her shirt off over her head, then placed a hand on my head. Her hips were undulating. I got the impression that, if I didn't get my tongue busy soon, she was going to scream. I took another look at her sexy cunt, then dove in. Dot shrieked once, then put her knuckle in her mouth, trying to control her volume. I was tongue-fucking her good, licking her lips, sucking her clit, and spearing her with between one and three fingers. She was squirming with glee, and trying to maintain her grip on the cart, so as not to fall off the seat. Her breathing was rapid, ragged and loud. She was groaning, and the hand on my head pulled me closer. I pointed my tongue, and jabbed it into her now soaking pussy. "Oh fuck,... Eat me!... Gonna make me cum, soon!" she hissed. "Please don't stop!" I thought about being mean, and leaving her hanging, like she did to me when she was jerking me off. But I quickly dismissed the thought. I wanted to get her off, if for no other reason than to watch her orgasm. Also, she was delicious. Her honey tasted wonderful, and there was lots of it to be had. "Oh... Uhnn... Fuck... Cummmmmmming!!" she groaned, and her body tensed. Dorothy had been full of surprises today. I knew her tits were big, but never would have figured F cups. I had no idea that her nipples were so big and erectile. I didn't know she was such a playful, sexy slut. I couldn't have imagined a prettier pussy. And I never saw the squirt coming, or rather, cumming. Fore! Play About the time Dot announced her orgasm, hot, liquid ejaculate began to gush from her cunt. Actually, 'gush' isn't adequate to describe it. Imagine a pressure washer, and you get the idea. As I said, it was a surprise, but I tried to keep up as much as possible, locking my mouth over her entire pussy and swallowing as fast as I could. She shot her gravy into my mouth five or six times. By the time she began to wind down, her juice was dripping from my chin. She was gasping for air. "Thank... You... Oh fuck... Thank... You!!" I leaned up and kissed her. She eagerly licked her juices from my face. Four holes to play. I am three up, but one is carried over. And I am one shot back in the stroke department. Dot kicked my ass on fifteen. I don't know if her orgasm energized her or what, but she was a demon. She played it perfect, and only a lip out for birdie saved me from losing two shots as well as two holes. My distraction was somewhat understandable. Dorothy played the hole topless, and pantiless, wearing only her short skirt. I have never been so happy to see someone make multiple practice swings in my life. In fact, it gave new meaning to the term 'swing' , because her huge tits certainly did. And bounce, shimmy, quiver, shake,... You get the idea. When she bent to mark her ball, she lifted her skirt and flashed her ass at me. She squatted to read her putt, allowing me to read her pussy. She was damp down to mid thigh. I am one hole up, but 2 shots back, through fifteen holes. We drove to the sixteenth tee, and parked behind the bushes, out of sight of the clubhouse. "I owe you two", I said. Dorothy was still topless. She smiled and threw her leg over my lap. She freed my cock, and dropped slowly onto it. She grabbed the scorecard off the steering wheel, and tore it up. "You win. Now fuck me." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me aggressively. Dot was riding me hard, and her big tits were bouncing against my chest This was really fun. I had no clue she was such an energetic fuck. I just sat there and let her please herself on my cock. I guess she was doing a pretty good job, because she was quite vocal. "Fuck,... Yeah! Nice cock! Real nice cock!... Feels so good in my pussy!... Oh fuck yeah... Fuck my pussy!" I patted her on the ass, and she slowed her rhythm to a stop, reluctantly climbing off. I slipped out from under her, and took a position behind her. "Shit! Your cock fills me so good!" she whispered as I reinserted my dick. I have always loved to fuck doggy style, because I can go really deep. Dorothy must like it too, because she was cumming again after only a few dozen cycles. Her tits were slapping together, and so were our thighs. I actually saw little drops of her cum splashing out when I slammed into her bottom. When she had another orgasm, the splashes were landing on the windshield and floor of the cart. There was already big smear of cunt juice on the seat. I wondered if the back shop kids would figure out what it was. I suddenly had an evil little thought. "Hey Dorothy?" I whispered into her ear while I kept fucking her, "Do you think the back shop kids jerk off about you too?" She groaned at the thought. Clearly, she found the prospect arousing. "Think about them, washing this cart, with your pussy juice all over it. " Her body tensed again, and she sprayed all over my balls, the seat and the floor. "They might all get their cocks out and jerk off from smelling your pussy". More spray. Fucking her now was so smooth. Her lube made it almost frictionless, which was good for my stamina. However, she was so hot, and her pussy was doing so many little tugs, pulls and squeezes, that I was getting close anyway. "Would you like me to cum in you?" I asked her She shook her head emphatically. "I wanna swallow!" I pulled out, and she spun around to squat in front of me. I was close, but not ready to shoot just yet. My cock was soaked in her juices, providing perfect lubrication for a little titty-fucking. Maybe I should rephrase that, since the words 'little' and 'titty' haven't been used in the same sentence to describe Dorothy since she was 12. Maybe younger. Dot held her massive boobs together, and I thrusted firmly in her warm, soft cleavage. It felt soooo goooooood. I had an unexpected surprise for Dorothy. If I am excited for an extended period of time, or if I almost cum, then rest, then cum, I shoot huge loads. Today, I had been aroused for hours, and had almost cum twice already, so I expected this one to be gargantuan. Add that to the extra excitement of sex outdoors, in public, with a previously untouchable co-worker, and maybe getting caught. I hoped Dorothy could swim. It was time. I pulled out from between her breasts, and jacked myself a few times. She opened her mouth and grabbed the head of my cock, sucking me in. Blammmo! I cut loose, filling her mouth with hot cum. Dot swallowed, but I kept pumping out juice. Her eyes opened wider, and she gulped again, but I squirted more. She looked up at me. Her eyes said 'wow, that's a lot of cum', but I wasn't done yet. I could cum faster than she could swallow, and two little rivers of white fluid began to escape at the corners of her mouth. I wasn't done yet. The rivers got bigger, dripping down her chin, and dropping wetly onto her big melons. One more blast, and she had a blowout. Her lips lost their grip on me, and half a mouthful escaped from her lips like a tsunami of jizz. It ran down her chin, down her neck, and into her gaping cleavage. I grabbed my dick and squeezed out two more shots onto her tits. Then I dropped to my knees and fell over on my back, gasping for breath. Dorothy was covered in cum from her lips to her nipples, and a big glob was oozing south through the valley between her tits. "Fuck me! What the hell happened? Are you a fucking elephant? Jesus! That's a lot of cum." She was scooping and licking rapidly, but I guess there is a limit to how much cum she wanted to eat, because she finally grabbed the towel off the cart and wiped her face, chin and chest. She took a seat on the cart, looked at me laying on the ground, and smiled. "You know, if I wasn't engaged, I might suggest we do this again someday," she said, reflexively cupping her breasts. "So, we just have today... What time is it anyway?" I checked my watch. "Just after 4", I replied. "Plenty of time to 'finish the match'..." she giggled, arching her eyebrows suggestively. "Double or nothing at your place?" "You're on!" Fore Play and More I cannot walk past a golf course without getting excited, and I don’t even play the game. Whenever I see golf on TV it turns me on. It may just be another news feature on Tiger Woods or a preview of the Masters, and I start throbbing. I can’t even walk past the golf shop at the Mall without feeling a tingle in my pants. What is it about golf and my arousal rate? It isn’t that I have something kinky for Tiger and Co., or that I am excited by the thought of the new ladies of golf in Playboy features (although that is a hot idea!), my reason for finding golf and everything associated has to do with an evening when I was just over 18 years old. I never played golf, but I was an eager (and moderately good) club tennis player. My serve and volley were quick enough to have me playing doubles among the adults before I was a junior in high school. What I rally loved, though, was playing mixed doubles, partnering some well-toned, athletic woman as we worked up, as a pair, an enjoyable sweat for a common purpose – something about that just felt sexual. Many of the women played in short tennis skirts, or even shorter tennis shorts, and the way they used to reach up these outfits to stow away their extra tennis balls used to drive me mad. One woman, Roseanna was the subject of many late night fantasies because of the whopping bounciness of her breasts and her tendency to crush me to them whenever we won together (or even if we lost, at times). Another one, Grace, was a tall, leggy woman from somewhere in southeast Asia, and I swear she played with no panties, allowing me the kind of view of her ass when she bent over the net that would now launch a hundred upskirt sites on the internet. My favorite partner was a girl a little older than me, Barbara. She was 20, had long chestnut hair which she tied in a pony tail when we played, an encouraging smile and a smooth manner which included raising one eyebrow every time I hit a good shot. And I would be a liar if I said that I did not lust after her gorgeous bod. She had grapefruit sized breasts that she would leave free under her tennis T-shirt when we practiced. When she worked up a sweat, they would stick out at me like pencil points. The sweat would also allow me a view of her rosy areolas through the increasingly transparent fabric. But it was her legs and ass that were the most memorable. Her calves were well muscled from the tennis and Barbara had perfectly tanned and tapering thighs that would sneak up her dress leaving me with a longing to follow them to wherever they met. But it was not even that which kept me up at night stroking myself. It was the way she spoke. Barbara was from what was then called Czechoslovakia, now called the Czech Republic. I don’t know if it was her accent, her gravely voice or the way her lips pouted with every word, but she could say anything and it would turn me on. When she said “your serve”, she may have well as said “fuck my wet pussy now!” When she turned to me and mouthed “great shot”, it was as if she had invited me to suck her round tits. It required a great deal of strength to focus on the game, but I guess I did, because we were soon among the most successful pairs in the club. We seemed to have a natural understanding and we loved playing with each other. I liked the way she never lost her cool, and she appreciated that, unlike most men who play mixed doubles, I never poached her shots. We would often chat after games and we both obviously enjoyed each other’s company. Unfortunately she had a big hulk of a boy friend, Sven from Sveden, who would pick her up scowling on his booming motorcycle. So, I kept my virgin dick, and its desires, to myself. Until the day that we played our first club tournament together. We won a number of hard fought matches, and although they were exciting in themselves, they are the subject for another website. Here I will skip to the point where Barbara and I beat the number one pair in three sets. After the game, she and I went to the pool and relaxed for a while in the sun before the evening’s award festivities. I enjoyed looking at her ass covered by only a sliver of the one-piece purple and white bathing suit she had on. Part of me died and went to heaven when she asked me to apply some suntan lotion on her back. She untied some straps and lay down on her belly. I could see the sides of her teen tits as she crushed them against the sundeck. I swallowed my soda and squirted some of the gooey lotion on my hands and then worked her back in larger and larger circles until my hands were alternately touching the top of her ass and then the sides of her breasts. I thought she was asleep, so I moved down to her ass and legs. As I brought my hand up one thigh I noticed that her bathing suit was designed such that the white portion ran across her crotch, and there was a definite darkening near where her pussy opening would have been. Barbara made no attempt to close her legs and so I kept massaging her thighs. My face was close enough for me to catch a whiff of an unfamiliar perfume that I later identified as Eau de Barbara Pussy. “Come into the water with me” she startled me from my cunt reverie. I had no idea she was awake and was a little sheepish. Had she noticed me staring up her legs, or even heard me inhale deeply near her ass. She sat up holding her bathing suit to her tits. ‘Would you like to tie me up?” she asked in that sexy accent and I wanted to scream “Yes! Sweet baby, I will tie you up and tie you down and fuck you until you yell for mercy”, but instead I knotted up the strings of her suit. We jumped in the water and swam together as we often had. But this time I noticed Barbara looking at me differently. We started chasing each other and playing pool tag and spent a great deal of time touching each other’s wet bodies. She “accidentally” swam past me close enough to brush against my erection and I did the same so that my hands would repeatedly brush against her nipples that were standing up. The most memorable moment was when she was sitting on the pool steps, and I was swimming toward her underwater, pretending to be Jaws, and she opened her legs wide apart to let me swim between them. If that was not exciting enough for an 18-year-old boy, I noticed that the water had made the white portion of her bathing suit, the part covering her pussy, transparent. I slowed down and while I could not catch a glimpse of her nether lips, I did see delightful curls of unshaved pussy hair, pressed against the clear suit. I brought my head up gasping. She caught my face, kissed me once on the lips and said, “we better get out now and get ready for the awards dance tonight”. The suntan lotion, the dark spot between her legs and the curl of her chestnut private hair had made me forget that we had won a championship earlier in the day. At the dinner we sat and talked about the fact that I was leaving town with my parents in a few weeks and how it was too bad we would not get to kick some more grown-up ass in tennis. We moved smoothly to the dance floor and I noticed how her breasts moved freely under her low cut black top. Her cleavage shook with every step. Her nipples pointed out at me. Her skirt was tight and I could see the delicate curve of her young, tennis-toned ass whenever she spun around, which fortunately she did often. We danced to a number of great 80s tunes before the DJ played a slow song. Barbara grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips before I could even ask if she wanted a break. She threw her arms around my neck and stroked the back of my head. My hands wandered so that I was soon holding her ass. She moved in closer and I knew she must have felt my growing dick against her groin. I could smell her sweat mingled with her deodorant and a hint of chlorine from the pool earlier. I felt her soft breasts and hard nipples through her top and my shirt. She moved one hand against my chest and played with the few strands of hair near the collar. She turned her head so that her kips brushed against my cheek and she gave me a peck on the lips as the song ended. Before she let me go, she whispered in my ear, “I am going to pee, meet me at the tee off for hole one on the golf course in a few minutes” and then she was gone. I stood there stunned. The dance had been exciting enough. If she had left me with just the kiss I would have been a satisfied teenager. But she had whispered into my ear in that sexy east European accent. She had talked about peeing and images of Barbara opening her legs and releasing a stream of steaming golden pee went through my head. And then I remembered she had said to meet her. Before I had a chance to analyze that request too much, I was at the tee and soon I saw her walking toward me in the bright moonlight. She grabbed my hand and we started walking. I let her lead me as if I were a blind baby and she my seeing-eye mother. As we walked past the first hole, she said, “I wanted to find a way to say thanks for being such a great partner, congratulations on our victory and good luck in your next home, but I could not find a present that would say all those things. I was going to give you a photo of you and me that my Mom took, but even that was not enough. I want to give you something you will never forget as I will never forget you.” We had reached the fifth hole green, the furthest from the clubhouse where the party was. And before I could respond, she had pushed me down on the far side of the slope of the green and she fell next to me. Her arms went around my neck as she started kissing me on my lips, gently at first like on the dance floor, and then deeper using her mighty tongue to feel me teeth, my tongue, the top of my mouth and as far down my throat as she could. I was panting in excitement and I was doing the same exercise in her mouth. After wrapping one leg around me so that she could feel my erection, she moved so that she was lying on top of me. Her crotch was on my throbbing pole and she started moving sexually as we kept kissing. I was leaking fluid out of my dick like a hosepipe and her tongue action was making me throb. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my cock move on its own strength against her. She sat up, untied her hair and shifted so that her pussy was no longer in contact with my rod. I moved too, sat up and said “Whew! Thanks, that was memorable. No one has ever …” She shut me up with another kiss and then said, “You silly boy, I have not even started on the gift yet.” And with that she moved her head down to my neck and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Mmmmmm …I have always been excited by your chest hair, you little big man” and she ran her hands around my chest as her kips found my nipples. I had never understood why a man would want his nipples fondled during sex until Barbara started licking and biting mine on that grassy slope under the bright, full moon. She opened my shirt completely and played with my belly button as she admired my abs for a while. She then started rubbing her breasts against my cock and I moaned. “You like that?”, she asked me on that sexy voice of hers that had earlier only said to me things like “go down the line”. I moaned some more and saw her begin to unbuckle my pants while still rubbing me with her tits. “You feel so hard, I did not know a little guy like you could have such a big one,” she said as she opened my pants. She lowered my zipper with her teeth, a trick no woman has repeated with me since. She pulled down my pants and started sucking my bursting cock through my boxers. “I love the sight of a man erect under boxers, and hmmmmm….you have wet your boxers so much. It is like a full day of pre-cum on here, you naughty boy,” and she lowered her mouth to suck some of the juices from the damp fabric. “That started on the dance floor…the precum.” I admitted “My pussy was getting wet even when we were having dinner,” she said and then she put her fingers under my waistband and lifted the elastic over my sensitive head. “Oh, so hard and …” I did not hear the next word as she had placed the tip of her tongue on the center of my cock head, “I have never seen one more beautiful, so different” as she used one hand to peel back the foreskin completely. I had to admit that my cock looked different to me too. It was bigger, harder, wider than I had ever made it with my magazines. The veins were popping out, there was a noticeable red slit down the middle of the head and the head itself was like a big red, mushroom head. Barbara placed one hand on my full balls, the other at the base of my still-expanding member and licked me just where the foreskin was attached to the rest of the penis. I screamed in pleasure as she started placing pressure on areas I did not know existed until that night. She licked me from tip to base as she wanked me with her hands. “I love the taste of your juices …so sweet” and I noticed a thread of precum between her tongue and me. I threw my head back and howled at the moon. I heard her giggle throatily, just before I felt her warm lips covering my smooth head, first partially, and then completely. I enjoyed that feeling for a while before I started feeling the unmistakable signs of an approaching orgasm. I had never been sucked off by a girl before but I knew that this was coming like a tornado. “Oh Barbara, you’ll have to stop, I think I am going to come soon” In response she dived deeper on my cock so that soon her mouth was lost in my pubic hair, every time she lowered it. I could feel the back of her throat and the very thought, and the sight, of this lovely girl deepthroating me, was enough to send me over. “Aaaaaaaah, here it comes” I yelled as one final warning, and she moaned so that I felt her mouth vibrate around my cock. I felt the pleasurable pain start near my ass, move up to my scrotum and then, like a hot geyser, make its way up my cock and into her warm, welcoming, wet mouth. The first shot hit her throat and I felt her swallow it, and I squirted some more in her mouth, but she must have not been prepared for the amount I unloaded because she had to open her mouth and let some of the white cream dribble out of her mouth. That made me throb once more as I saw her lick up and swallow as much of the cum as she could. I had to remove her mouth from my inexperienced and extra-sensitive cock head. She moved up and kissed me. I tasted my cum for yet another first of the night. “I have never …” she kissed me to hush me “I know” she said softly. “I am sorry I came so quickly, but your mouth and your lips on my …” Again she kissed me quiet “I wanted you to come in my mouth. This way you will remain harder and stay longer for what I really have planned for us. For when I put that monster of yours on my juicy, pink pussy” “But my cock …” I had never been able to get my dick hard faster than an hour after coming when I masturbated, and while I knew this was very different, I doubted my abilities. ‘Oh, I think I can help there,” she said as she sat up, and lifted her blouse off over her head. Sure enough, the sight of her pink nipples starting hard at me, surrounded by saucer-sized, pink, puffy areolas sent a vibration down my spine and up my cock. ‘You like them?” again that voice dripping with sex and cunt juice, “then suck them for me. I need them sucked …hard” So I lifted my head and started servicing my first tits. “Oh I love having them sucked …oh, just like that, like that, you champion tit sucker” I marveled at the juxtaposition of the softness of her white globes and the hardness of the pink nipples. I tested their firmness by biting down, I licked clockwise and counter, I nibbled, I chewed, I pulled and everything I did made Barbara hornier. She was moaning loud and she took my hand from behind her back and placed it on her ass. “ Did you like what I did to your cock earlier?” she asked. I gulped at without letting my mouth leave her left tit. “ You know, I have never swallowed cum before, but yours were so sweet, so delicious and I could not take my mouth off even when you said you were coming, and once you exploded,” she moaned here for effect, “I knew I had to swallow your cum like a passionate love juice.” I moaned at the memory of her swallowing my cum, and my dick did some more throbbing. “Your juice really is sweeter than any previous boy I have sucked off …how come?” she punned ‘I lifted my head for a second to say, “All semen has a combination of sugars as an energy store for the tiny sperm that are too small to take any storage space with them. Some men have more fructose and …” I stopped because I did not want to break this sexual mood with a lecture on the biochemistry of semen, but she giggled naughtily. “Like a delicious energy drink during sex.” I felt around until I could slip a finger under her thong panty. It was all one wet mass underneath, but before I could find her opening, Barbara had stood up. I wondered for a brief flash if the night was over, or if she had head someone approaching the green. But she stood on top of my chest, turned around so that she faced my feet, and bent at the waist. I looked up and was treated to a sight of a wet black panty deep inside her butt crack, hidden between two equally exciting butt cheeks. I moved my hands up her legs as Barbara grabbed her panties and lowered them in one well-trained maneuver. In a second I was staring at her pussy lips looking at me from under her ass. No Playboy pictorial I had seen until then (or since) had excited me as much as this view of the perfect ass and more. She bent further and ran her finger up and down her pussy and then stuck it in. It made a sound like a spoon entering a bowl of jello. “I am soooooo wet, baby, and” she paused her to raise her cunty fingers to her lips, “I want you to lick me there” and with that she lowered her ass to my face and I instinctively stuck my tongue out and licked the spot between her asshole and her pussy. She moaned and moved so that I had further access to her sweet, dripping pussy. I licked her with a slow rhythm first, thrusting the tip of my tongue deep inside her where the taste was tangier, sharper. As I kept tongue-fucking her, I felt her juices become runnier, dribbling down my chin and onto my lap. I stuck one finger in her, and it was soon lost in the pinkness. From where I sat I could just make out the few curls of chestnut hair above her pussy that had driven me wild earlier in the day in the pool. She bent over more, revealing a flexibility I did not know she possessed. While I licked her pussy from the back, she touched my balls and lowered her head so that her mouth surrounded my renewed cock. No woman I have fucked since has been able to repeat this move with me, but if you are a woman and you can do this, let a man lick your pussy from the back while you are standing, then bend over and suck his cock, please contact me now. That night Barbara spun around without ever breaking contact between her cunt and my mouth. I grabbed her ass and held her pussy on my face and kept licking higher until I reached the little swelling above her pee hole. She grabbed my head and aimed my mouth onto her clit. I licked for a while, but soon she was moaning out, “Suck it, suck me, suck my clit” and so I did, softly and first, but then with the same passion with which I had kissed her mouth earlier. She started moving to simulate fucking. She was humping my face and I used my hands on her ass to help her get the rhythm, and to provide support. “Oooof, you will make me come right now on your beautiful, talented lips.” There was sweat running down her back, down her ass crack and one of my fingers slipped into the crack and then into her asshole. She moaned, and started shaking. I held her more firmly against my face, scared that she would stop me from licking this delicious pussy mound in my face. I jiggled the finger I her ass so that it penetrated her past the sphincter up to my second joint. She got louder and louder, pushed one last time against my mouth and then released a flood of the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. I felt a muscle inside her pussy press against my lips two or three times, she screamed into the night air and then she collapsed allowing her body to run down mine and sat on my lap. Fore Play and More The combined wetness now in my lap made it easy for her to guide my rock-hard love pole into her runny cunt. She moaned as my body rose into hers. She kissed me, and smiled as she said, “I have never tasted myself like that on a man’s lips because I have never come in a man’s mouthy before”. The thought that I could provide new experiences to a fuck goddess like this, albeit a young fuck goddess, was supremely exciting, as if I needed more excitement. She buried her face in my neck and started sucking and biting me there. I could feel the last of her pussy spasms and I knew I would not last as long as she might like. I moved her so I see her lovely, youthful breasts bounce as I thrust rhythmically into her. I squeezed them together, and then raised my mouth to lick both of the nipples. “I am coming again,” she whispered in my ear, and I could feel that same pussy muscle that had pressed against my lips, press against me lower now. I let one hand go down between us and pinched her clit as my dick moved in and out of her sloshing pussy. “I love the sight of your mouth on my tits, the sound of your cock moving in and out of my pussy, the feel of your balls slapping against my wet asshole, the pain of you biting my sensitive nipples …I am coming” she said and I felt her contract squeezing the juice out of me like a ripe fruit, as I nearly came simultaneously with her. “I should not come inside you, “ I said with the last shred of a responsible brain. She pulled me out and started yanking me with her hands, using our common lubricants to rub me up and down. She kissed my cock, massaged my balls once and then raised her body I saw her looking with passion into my eyes and I came in her hands. One shot came out like a cannon ball and landed in her long hair, one hit her above the right eye. “Oh fucker” I yelled out nonsensically. One long streak fell on her belly and one last spot of jism landed smack between her heaving tits. She kept moving my foreskin and I dribbled out some last droplets. ‘Barbara, oh Barbara!” I moaned. Finally, accepting that she had drained my nuts completely, she came and kissed me deeply. She found the come in her hair and face, wiped it with her fingers and licked it. “Yummy and sweet, and now I learn nutritious too” She smiled and I kissed her. I offered her my shirt to wipe the rest of cum off her belly and breasts, but she shook her head, “something in case I want energy later …or if I want to remember your passion when I am alone tonight. I will have the smell and taste of your sex with me until morning.” I too had the smell of her on my hands and I knew she had left a streak of cunt on my chest and belly when she had moved her slit form my mouth to my crotch. We dressed quietly and started walking back to the party, hand in hand. “Barbara, “I said, a little choked up, “I really will never forget this” “Better than a photograph, right?”