7 comments/ 95363 views/ 47 favorites Go Get Em Zoey girl! By: betweenthesheets The sun was just starting to peek up over the tops of the trees at the country club. The grass was wet with the early morning dew. The air was heavy with humidity. The street lights still buzzed dimly in the gray morning light. I loved the smell of the golf course in the morning. The grass had been cut and the air was clean and calm. Zoey and I walked from the truck and got into the cart that Sal had set out for us. We were the first ones here on golf days. We were always here and hour or more before we actualy teed off. Zoey and I liked to practice a little before we played. Today we were in the local clubhouse tournament. It was well known around the area by any golfer who had been around the game. I had played in it the past few years and came close to winning the last two. It was Zoey's first year she was allowed to play in it. It came with a $5,000 winners purse so it was worth playing and winning. I twisted the cart down the path to the driving range. I was glad I had bought into the club 15 years ago. It was expensive to buy in but it payed for itself within 10 years. It was worth even more to me now that Zoey was on her way to Stanford on a golf scholarship. It had been a good investment. I parked the cart and grabbed wedge and driver. One was my favorite, the other worked for me on some days and against me on others. I called my Driver, Zoey as a joke. I watched as she did the same and also carried a 5 iron. I watched as her tight little ass swayed back and forth as she strode towards the neatly arranged pyramid of golf balls. Today was going to be a good day I thought. I looked up from my stance over the ball and watched as Zoey set herself up. Her calves tensed on her shapely legs. Her ass stuck out just perfect as she relaxed over the ball. I had always noticed the mechanical details of her golf swing but ever since the incident I now noticed how great her body looked while swinging too. I had a hard time playing golf with her these days. I always had a hard on and many sexual thoughts about her during play. The way she bent to tee the ball, her serious but sweet golf face, and the always troublesome lining up of her putts. I think she knew and put on a show when nobody was paying attention. She started her back swing. I pushed out the sexual thoughts and tried to focus on the mechanics. Weight back, arm straight, hips turned, wrists cocked, the slight pause at the top. Everything reversed as she started down. Hips unturned, arms rotated and wrist uncocked. Swink, the ball took flight and started sailing right. "Shit," she huffed. "Another one right." I tried to let her sort it out herself but she wasn't getting anything but frustrated. "What's the matter Zoey girl," I asked? "I can't get this to go straight," she said frustrated. She slapped the club on the ground. "Zoey, we don't to that to our equipment," I reminded her. "Yes daddy," she replied. "What are you doing wrong," I asked? "If I knew I would fix it," she said with a scowl. I reluctantly left my perfect view of her ass, she did have a wonderful ass. You could look at it all day and not get tired of it. I went and faced the direction she would be hitting her drive. "Tee it up and I will help," I said. Her smile melted my heart. "Thanks daddy," she said excitedly. She teed one up and swung. I didn't say anything yet. It did fly right though. She put another down and swung again. It went right as well. I moved so I could see her swing from the front. She swung twice more then looked at me for advise. "You're not staying behind the ball and you're falling away," I said. "Your hips should turn and clear out but your head and shoulders need to stay behind." "Ok," she said. "Don't fall away from the ball," I continued. "You're rocking back to your heels after you start to swing down." "Stay set and shift your weight forward." "Yes daddy," she said. She reached down and teed up another. I wished I was behind her to see her tight ass do it. She set up again and swung. She did as I told her and the result was a high and straight ball. "See baby girl, I won't let you down," I said. "I believe in you, you have to believe in yourself and trust your swing." "I know daddy," she replied. She set up another one and swung. It went fairly straight. "I guess I'm just worried about everything that's happened," she revealed. "You got nothing to worry about but districts baby girl," I replied. "Daddy took care of everything else." It wasn't easy I thought. I had fucked up bad by shooting off inside of her. I had no idea she wasn't on the pill. I had assumed that she was because of the video. Then there was the issue of the video. She came crying to me a day later and said she thought about everything I had said to her. She wanted me to fix it so it wouldn't ruin her life. "Where did you meet the creep," I asked? "By the south outlet mall," she replied. We left the house immediatly and drove the hour to get there. He was back in a little stripe mall in a inconspicious little store. I couldn't believe he filmed in there. I asked Zoey twice in disbelief but she swore this was the place. "Stay in the truck," I told her. "What are you going to do," she asked? "I don't know baby," I replied. "Just stay in the truck, I will figure it out." I walked in the door and saw what looked like the typical office space. Desk, water cooler, magazines, and a few chairs for sitting in the waiting area. People come here and wait while somebody gets fucked I asked myself? "Just a minute," a voice said. I recognised that voice. I was in the right place. "Can I help you," he asked? He looked confused as to why a man was in his store. "You sure can," I said. I remained calm as I sized him up. He was ok looking from a man's standard. Zoey was slightly taller then him I noted as I started with my quick thought plan. "I'm here because you had sex with my daughter," I said. He looked scared and started to move away to the back where he had come from. "I'm not here to beat you or kill you or anything like that," I said. He still didn't look convinced. "It was her fault just as much as yours," I continued. "I'm here because I want the tape and the stuff pulled from the site and deleted." "I'm affraid I can't do that," he said smugly. "Oh no," I said. "My daughter gave you a fake ID." "She is only 17," I lied. It did make him turn red with worry. "I don't want to get the police involved and embarrass all of us." "It was consensual between you two but she being to young, that may be something you want to avoid." "That was a fake ID," he asked? "Afraid so," I replied. Might my plan work? "What was her name," he asked? "Zoey," I replied. "I remember her," he said. He tried to hold back a smile. "Let me get her file," he said. "I'm going with you so you don't bolt out the back door," I said. I followed behind him. He looked nervous as he thumbed through a stack of files. He found the one that had her name on it and pulled it. He opened it and thumbed through it on the small desk in the back. He looked at me with a concerned look. "I don't have a birth certificate on her," he said. "She said she would bring it back when she came back for another filming but she never came back." I lucked out. "I'm not trying to fool you my friend," I said. "Now I want what ever file you have with her footage on it and I want that thing pulled off your site now." He set the file down and found his phone. He started dialing someone as I picked her file up. There were her pre and post test results right on the top. Both were negitive. I hoped that the same was true for her now. I was clean but I had filled her with cum the day before. I shook my head as he started to talk. "Sam, we have a problem," he said. "I need a file pulled immediatly," he said. "It's, hold on," he said. He snatched the file from my hand and said her name and some numbers. "Yes, right fucking now," he said loudly. "Pull the fucking thing now and delete it from what ever you have it saved on and then wipe it clean so there is no trace." "Thank you Sam," he said and hung up. "Sorry about that," he said. He handed me her file back. "The SD card is inside the pocket in the file," he said. "I'm sorry this happened." "Please don't call the police." "I told you I wouldn't," I reassured him. "As long as this is it and that file is gone from the net and nobody else will see it you won't see or hear from me again." "Sam is pulling it now," he said. "Let me see if it is gone." He shook the mouse and checked the site. "It's gone," he said. "Sam works fast." "Could anyone download that while it was up," I asked? "No, it's protected from download," he assured me. "Ok," I said. "I will leave you alone." "Remember what I said though." "I sure will," he replied. I walked out to the lobby. There was a pretty nieve faced girl sitting in the waiting area with an equally nieve looking guy. "Are you Jordan," she asked? "I'm here to do my audition." I shook my head and continued out the door. Zoey lit up when I opened the door with the file in my hand. We drove straight home. We went right out to the backyard with the file and a can of gas. Everything went up in smoke. Then there was the issue of her and her girl problems. Nature tooks it course on that one. "Daddy, daddy," she cried. "What," I asked? "I got it today," she said cheerfully. "Got what," I asked dumbfounded? "You know, my girl problem that says I'm not," she whispered. "Oh," I said still not understanding. Then the light bulb click on. "That's great baby." Two days later we were at the doctors. I put her on the pill. Not because we were going to keep doing it, even though I knew there always a chance we would now that that line was crossed, more just to protect her. That was three weeks ago. A lot had happened since then. "Dad, daddy, hello," she holliered. "Hum, what," I asked? "Did you see that," she asked? "What Zoey," I asked as I returned to the present. "I'm right again," she said. "I'm watching now," I replied. I stood behind her and watched her ass again. It looked good in those little white golf shorts. I looked at it as she started to swing again. Her shirt had come untucked and the small of her back peeked out as she swung. I noticed the dimples on her back and that she didn't have any panty lines. What the hell was a C string I asked myself. It fueled my desire for her. I tried to resist but I was horny today. "Here," I offered. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. I held my hands over hers and made her take a swing. I pushed my crotch gently into her soft butt as we swung down. She shuttered at my touch and gently pushed back. "See you are shifting back to your heels," I teased. "It's hard not to daddy," she replied. "You have to try," I said. I did another swing and ground into her this time. I was craving her. She sighed at my thrust and pushed back just as hard. Her skin was electric to my touch as we brought the club back down to the ground. It rested softly on the grass and we stood pushed agaisnt each other. Good thing it was still early. "Daddy," Zoey said. The way she said daddy, I knew she was thinking what I was thinking. Where could we go I wondered? "Let's go," I said. I grabbed my clubs and headed for the cart. She followed on my heels quickly. "Where daddy," she asked with an eagerness in her voice? She was as horny as I was. It had been at least a week since the last time. I didn't answer her as I reached the cart. I started back to the club house. I thought as I curved around the path. It was Sunday so there wouldn't be a lot of people there but still where would we go. Then it hit me. I parked the cart and got out. She followed close behind. "Where daddy, where," she asked quietly? I pulled the door and the sounds of the restaurant surrounded us. It wasn't crowded, maybe 15 people total. By the time we were done golfing this place would be full. They had a members section for us so we could come off the course and grab a bite without waiting. I turned quickly off towards the proshop. I didn't want to talk to anybody yet. I wanted to sink my dick into an 18 year old and quietly mumble obscenities to her. I would talk to those people later. Sometimes I hated my double life. Zoey clicked right behind me. I entered the proshop and turned again towards the locker rooms. I didn't dare go into the mens one. There probably wouldn't be anybody in there since most of us came dress and ready for golf. It was only after that we changed. Zoey was usually the only female to golf on Sunday this early. I pushed open the womens door and held it as Zoey sped inside. I came in and let the door shut. We were silent for a minute to make sure we were alone. We had never done this here but I couldn't wait any long. It was apparent Zoey couldn't either. We embrassed and started kissing. It wasn't a father daughter kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss filled with lust and desire. I cupped her face with my hands and pulled her into my kiss. We both breathed hard as we continued to kiss. We started to part but not before she caught my lower lip and pulled it softly with her teeth. We both stood closely and looked at each other with a deep wanton. We embraced again and kissed deeply again. I softly broke and moved my hand slowly to her hair line at the base of her neck. She tilted it as I leaned down and gently kissed her neck under her jaw. She shuttered with excitment and pushed herself into my lips. "Oh daddy," she moaned. It fueled my desire and I kissed her with more tongue as I moved towards her ear. I gently cupped her breast with my free hand. I felt her nipple swell with excitment through her thin sports bra. I left her neck as she sighed deeply with rapture. I moved back to her lips one last time. I broke and softly pushed her towards the back of the locker room and her locker. She went ahead willingly and stopped at the counter that ran the lenght of the wall in the back. She faced the counter and looked at me in the mirror as I approached her. "What do you want to do to me daddy," she asked? "You need to keep off your heels so your drives are straight," I teased. "How do you plan to make me do that daddy," she retorted? I didn't answer her. I moved my hands onto her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dam it felt soft and wonderful. She flipped her pony tail to one side and glanced back at me over her shoulder. I slid my hands around her waist and found the belt buckle. I began to unsnap it as she pushed her butt into my cock. It was hard and strained against my golf pants. I popped the belt open and quickly undid the button to her shorts. These were the same ones she wore the first time. I gently slide them down her legs as she whimpered in anticipation. I returned my hands up her tight legs and felt her hip bones as they protruded from her soft skin. Her skin was on fire with avidity as my hand roamed freely. I circled around the back and slid across the smooth skin of her ass. I gave it a quick squeeze to fuel my own desire before circling back around over her hips. I ran my hands over her pelvis and finally discovered what a C string was. I felt it with my fingers and tried to decide how it came off. There were no hip strings to pull so I was confused for a moment. She sensed this and softly spread her legs apart. The contraption loosened slightly as my fingers pushed on it. I got the idea and pushed it away from her tight lips. It slid back and around the contours of her pussy and ass before releasing. It softly sprang out from around her ass and hit the floor. It was like a girls head band with some cloth attached to one side. Interesting little thing I noted. With that out of the way I slid my hands back up and over her lower stomach. I kneeded my finger tips into her soft skin. She was electric as she pushed back against my straining cock. I softly kissed the back of her neck as she ground on me. I couldn't resist any longer. I slid one hand down over her pelvis. I felt the smooth line where her hair should be before I parted her lips and bumped her protruding clit. I rubbed it gently as she pushed into my hand. "God yes daddy," she sighed. She turned her head and contorted her body so she could kiss me again. She was flexible I noted as my lips met hers. I left her clit and moved just a little farther down. I felt her legs open just a little more to allow my hand in between. I softly slid over her swollen lips. They parted easily from the waterfall of juice that was leaking from her. I wondered if she had already cum. My hand was coated by the wetness that was on her thighs as I pushed a finger inside. "Humph, fuck yes daddy," she gasped into my mouth as we continued to kiss. I slowly slopped my finger in and out of her soaked cunt. My hand slipped and slid on her thighs as well. Fuck did she get wet I thought. "Yes daddy," she moaned into my mouth again. My other hand left her hip and slid under her shirt up to her chest. I cupped her tit softly and twisted her nipple. It was hard already but this puffed it up even more as it poked the fabric of her bra. She gasped hard into my mouth. Her hand left the counter and some how twisted its' way around to find my zipper. She couldn't get a good grip on it but it was clear what she wanted. I released her tit and ran my hand down her side to her hip. I left it there but kept working her pussy. I twisted my hand around and worked my thumb over her excited clit. "Oh shit daddy," she cried. "Fuck yeah, work my clit." I circled it with my thumb a few times but couldn't keep my hand contorted this way. I twisted back around and continued my assult with a finger only. "Daddy please," she begged. "I need to cum, please daddy." "Give me your cock daddy, I need it." I couldn't wait any longer. I released her hip and unzipped my pants. I tried to pull my cock out but the zipper on these pants was barely big enough to get my hand into. I franticly pulled at my belt. It popped loose. I pulled the button as I pushed my finger into her hole deeper. She moaned again and broke away from my kiss. She braced her hands back onto the counter. My pants quickly slipped to my ankles. My cock strained inside my jockeys. I did the one thumb shuffle and pulled a little on the left and a little on the right side until they were to my knees. My cock rested at her cheeks. I parted my legs slightly to get a little lower. Our legs were almost the same lenght, I had a little more torso on her. "Come on daddy, fuck me," she begged. I pulled my hand from her pussy. She pushed back and reached through her legs to find my cock. I grabbed her hips as she guided the tip into her tight little hole. I slipped in very easily and gasped at her warmth and wetness. "Fuck yes," she cried. "Fuck your little girl daddy." Her dirty talk always got me going. I pulled her hips and felt my cock disappear into her depths. She was soaking wet and on fire as my cock bumped her cervix. "Oh yes daddy, nice and deep," she cried. I pulled back until just the very tip was still inside. I could just feel her soaking wet lips pulling on the brim of my cock. I thrusted back in until I hit the end of her tunnel again. "Yes daddy, fuck me hard and deep," she cried. "Make your bad little girl cum all over your cock." I started pushing in and out of her hard. We slapped together as she pushed back a little. "Fuck me with your big cock daddy," she cooed. "Make me cum." "Yes, oh fuck me hard daddy." I slowed just a little as I reached up and cupped a tit. I pinched and rolled her nipple. Go Get Em Zoey girl! "Oh fuck yeah, that feels good daddy," she purred. "Keep doing that and I'm going to soak your cock." "Yes, fuck yes, right there." "That's the spot, right there." My cock pistoned in and out. She was soaked. She coated my cock and it ran down my balls. I loved how wet she got when we fucked. She pushed down on the counter with her hands and straigtned herself up. "Fuck yes, I'm cumming," she cried. "Keep fucking my little pussy." "Fuck my little pussy daddy." That did it for me, Not that I was going to last much longer then her anyway. "Fuck, I'm going cum too," I cried. "Yes, cum in my pussy," she pleaded. "Fill me with your cum." "Oh yes, god yes, I'm fucking cumming hard," she cried. I flooded her already soaked cunt with my seed. It shot deep and hard into her wet hole. It started gushing out the sides as I continued to pump into her. I pushed hard one last time and went all the way in. I bottomed out and held as we both glowed with post orgasmic pride. "Fuck yeah baby girl, that was good," I said. "Thank you daddy," she said sweetly. I remained inside of her as we rested. I looked at her face in the mirror as we both breathed hard. She had a sly little smile on her face. "It was fun watching you fuck me in the mirror daddy," she said. "I was so fucking horny, now I'm a mess." That was an understatement. Her pussy leaked both our cum out. Her ass to her thighs were coated in juice. It ran down her legs. My legs were coated with sweat and juice as well. "I'm still a little horny daddy," she admitted. "Give daddy a few hours to recover," I said. "We still have a tournament to play in." I backed away and slid my softening cock from her. I slipped out easily. Cum dribbled from her again as she pushed herself away from the counter to avoid it draining into her shorts. It dropped on the floor as she stood with her legs apart. She look hot enough to fuck again I thought. My cock started to inflate again as I watched a drip string from her then fall. "What daddy," she asked? A knowing grin on her face. She wanted to get fucked again too. I could see that from her twisted smile. Bump! "Your so funny Blanch," somebody cackled. "What, I think Mary has a great cake recipe," Blanch replied. Zoey and I froze in fear and looked at each other. How could I be so stupid I thought quickly as I looked for someplace to hide. It was Sunday but it was tournament Sunday. Men and women both played today. Zoey stood up straight and pulled her shorts most of the way up her legs so she could move. She pointed and pushed me as I shuffled along. Where the hell was she taking me I wondered. She stopped me at her locker and giggled her little girl giggle. What was on her mind. There was no way I was going to get out of here. We were so busted. They all laughed again. "Well you gals don't know what you are talking about then," Blanch retorted from the laugh. "You just have to try it once." "In," Zoey cried. They were coming closer but hadn't seen us yet. In her locker I wondered. Of all the cliché things to do in a locker room I was about get stuffed into a locker. This or get busted I thought. I tried to ease in but Zoey pushed me in. She clicked the door shut. She quickly pulled up her shorts and shuffled away, legs closed tightly together to keep from leaking everywhere. She headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. She slipped away before they saw her. Cramped inside her tight wooden locker I tried to make the best with what I had. I turned slowly and leaned back to get comfortable. I could see a little out of the wooden slats. I noticed Zoey's white little under garmet on the floor. At first I was worried but then I realized these old hens had 10 to 20 years on me and I didn't have clue to what it was. They wouldn't know a thing. They laughed some more at poor Blanch before stepping up to the mirror. They primped and freshened themselves up. I had seen them around the clubhouse and I knew the type of women they were. They joined the club just to say they were members. They didn't care about the game, they just liked to dress up for it and gossip about everyone else. They talked and cackled on about this and that as they looked over themselves for far to long. I was growing impatient in the cramped locker. I adjusted myself to try and get a little more comfort. I realized my pants were still down. Finally one of them noticed the garmet. She picked it up and looked it over. "What's this," Blanch turned and asked the others? She slipped a little in the mess that fell from Zoey. I got a soft chuckle from that. "Let me see that," the ring leader of the group said. I couldn't remember her name but I knew she was a conceded prude. I watched as she snatched it from Blanch and looked it over. She couldn't figure it out so she passed it along. She rubbed her thumb over her fingers to try and figure out why her fingers were wet. I had a chuckle as I realized it was Zoey's juice all over her fingers. She would die if she knew. The next passed it along to the next. She put it on her head. "It's a headband," she exclaimed. It held for a second before slipping up and falling off. "That's about as dumb as that stupid flower thing Marcy had in her hair," the head hen cried. They all laughed loudly. Blanch picked it up and looked it over once more. Still dumbfounded she tossed it into the trash. They continued on about Marcy. Ok, come on I thought. It's cramped in here and it would be nice to get my pants pulled back up. I still wanted to finish warming up too. I could do nothing but sit and wait patiently. "Lets go start the day off right and get a Mimosa," Blanch suggested. "Like it's your first one," Mary cried. "A Mimosa would be," Blanch laughed. Finally please leave I thought. My legs were growing tired in this cramped space. "You lush," the head hen cried! They all cackled again as they started for the door. They laughed their way out the door. It was silent in the locker room now. I bumped the door. Great it only opened from the outside. Where the fuck was Zoey! Click, it opened and the light came in. There was Zoey with her shit eating grin on her face. She was all put back together and ready for golf. I hopped out and pulled my pants up. I quickly readied myself and then headed for the door. "You going commando Zoey girl," I asked? I already knew the answer I just wanted to hear her say it. It would only fuel my lust for her. Golf was going to be hard today. "Why daddy," Zoey said in protest. "I never would have thought you would ask such a question." "How would you even know unless you took them off yourself." I played along with her drama. "Because your ass has been driving me wild all morning," I replied. "Daddy," she gasped with her eyebrows raised. "Such a sick man." "If my bad girl would hit straight I wouldn't have to stare," I replied. "I would drive straight if I wasn't thinking about your big, fat,"... she fell silent as I opened the door a foot and peaked out. The coast was clear. The little vixen leaned in and whispered "cock." Her hot breath on my ear made my cock tingle with excitement. She reached down and cupped it softly as I swung the door open and stepped out. I was already semi hard. This wasn't making it better. "That will fix it," I muttered as I looked at the tournament board. We were teeing off at 7:07 with Jeff Johnson and Easelee Grant. (That's pronounced ease lee.) I groaned at both time and the fact that we were with Jeff. I knew why we were with Jeff but it didn't mean I had to like it. Jeff took his game way to serious and followed every USGA rule to the letter. I'm all for fair play but some abstract rule that you break and you don't know about he tells you. Then you have to penelize yourself accordingly. He was just a pain. It was ok on days like today where something was on the line but in casual play you wanted to strangle him. He was there to keep Zoey and I honest even though we wouldn't cheat. Easelee was the complete opposite of Jeff. He was always funny and easy to golf with. He did have a goofy side and some of the stuff he said you just laughed at even though you had no idea what he was getting at. He may have fallen from the retard tree and hit a few brances on the way down. He was in the group to mellow Jeff out I assumed. I looked at my watch. 6:52. "Lets go back to the range Zoey," I said. We headed out to the cart and back to the range. I parked and pulled my wedge from the bag. Zoey sat quietly un the cart. "You coming," I asked? "I already did," she smirked. A coy smile crossed her lips. "Keep it up you," I replied shaking my finger sarcastically at her. "What daddy," she teased. I pointed to the range again asking if she was going to come with me. "No thanks daddy, I'm going to rest," she said. She sat as I walked off. I took a few swings as Zoey set up her stuff in the cart. We arrived at the tee right at 7:07. Jeff had just hit and Easelee was getting set to. "There you are," Easelee cried with a laugh. "Thought you were buying a new car he joked." Zoey and I chuckled a little. We looked at each other with an I'm clueless look as to what he meant. "Almost had to penalize you a stroke for being late," Jeff groaned. Zoey giggled her little girl giggle at that comment. I knew what she was thinking. Stroke. "Don't worry we are here," I replied. He snorted a little in his pain in the ass way. Easelee fired away. It went well left. "We can find that," he cheerfully said. "You better hit another," Jeff piped in. Easelee was on his way to the cart and wasn't turning back. "All right Zoey girl," I said. "We're back at tee box 2 so it will play long and hard." She smiled an evil smile at me. Why did I say that? "Long and hard huh daddy," she teased. She squeezed my thigh high up next to my cock. She brushed it as she released. Fuck was she being bold. "She isn't playing from the women's tee," Jeff asked? "She's in the men's flight," I barked. He snorted again. "Don't worry Mr. Johnson, I will be fine," she said sweetly. She strode to the tee. I watched her soft and pleasant ass as she worked herself up the incline to the tee. She glanced back at me and smiled. She knew what I was staring at. How could I not with an ass like hers. She bent over blatantly and placed her ball on the tee. The white shorts pulled tight against her ass. I sighed as I noticed her shorts cling to her puss. They were wet and somewhat see through. I could see her lips fold the fabric as they pressed tight against them. She pulled some grass and tossed it into the air as she stood. The show was over. I snapped back and pulled my club and ball. I walked up and looked over the hole with her as she decided where to go. "No wind," she stated. "How far are the traps daddy," she asked softly? "225 and 280 left to right," I replied. "Hold your shot right." "You should reach the left so don't go that way." "I know daddy," she replied sweetly. "Let it fly Zoey girl," I encouraged. I stepped back off the tee box so I could watch her ass and stay out of view. More for the ass shot. I WAS a sick man I thought. She went through her mental check list and then swung. Pop! Ball took flight with a rapid ascent and was heading out a long way. Her normal drive was around 225. Good for a girl. This was heading much further. "Get down," I said softly as I moved to stand next to her and watch it fly. It was carrying all the way to the right trap. It finally dropped down and rolled a bit. "Damn Zoey," I exclaimed! "Well bless my aunt Betty, what did they load you up on this morning Zoey," Easelee asked? Zoey had that shit eating smile on her face. "I had my Wheaties and a shot of protein this morning," she said coyly. I laughed at that one. She teasingly bent down and pulled her broken tee out of the ground. She bumped her ass into my crotch as she backed up and stood. My cock swelled at the sight and touch. "You're up daddy," she said coyly as she looked towards my cock. "I know," I replied. I teed it up and looked to where I would go. I wasn't a big hitter, 240 on a good day. I wasn't loose either so I decided to hit easy. I took my line then did my normal rub my nose preshot ritual. I inhaled her scent on my fingers. My cock jumped at the intoxicating aroma of her pussy. Address the ball and relax I told myself. I swung and hit her average. I walked back to the cart a little embarrassed at that. The only thing that made it better was that she had out drove Jeff by a mile. She had me by 50 yards. We started down the path to find the balls. Jeff had hit his off the toe so it didn't go far. That's why he was pissed already. "Why are your shorts all wet," I asked? "You're still leaking from me," she replied. "Is it that obvious," she asked softly? "You're pretty well see through," I replied. "Oh well," she shrugged. "It will give you something to think about for when the round is over," she said seductively. I turned my head slightly at her. She had a wicked little grin plastered on her face as she looked straight ahead. My cock swelled again. We reached the area where Easelee had lost his ball. We got out and had a look while he waited for Jeff to take his second shot. She bent over and looked under a hedge row. There was her pussy pressing hard against the fabric. "Here it is," she cried. "Just over the hedges." I shook back to reality and looked with her. Surprisingly he had a shot. Jeff slapped his shot down the fairway but was still 50 yards from the green. They started our way. Easelee slapped it out over the hedges and back into the fairway. It landed by my ball. We drove up and hit. Both reached the green. Then it was off to Zoey's ball. "272, Zoey you crushed it," I cheered. She smiled her big smile. She loved it when I was proud of her. "Image if you would have had two protein shots," Easelee teased. "I wanted to but daddy said they had to be a couple of hours apart," she fired back. I gave her a hurt look. "Awe daddy its ok, I like getting my protein over the course of the day," she teased. "It's much more satisfying that way." I gave her a serious look. She knew what I meant by it. "Zoey, let's get serious about today," I said. "Try to play this like it's districts." "Yes daddy," Zoey replied softly. She looked a little belittled. I got out of the cart and went to the back to help her pull a club. "If you're a good girl and don't tease daddy too much I will reward you with more protein," I joked. "I can't promise you anything daddy," she replied. "I'm especially horny right now." She smiled a knowing smile as I burned a hole in her shorts looking at her ass as she addressed the ball. She struck the ball perfect and sent it at the pin. It landed softly and spun back to six inches from the hole. She smiled as we all clapped. The teasing continued but not as blatant as it was. She still had me horny as hell as we played on. She was having the best round of her life. Birdies on 1, 4, and 7 with pars on all the rest. I had 16 pars and a double bogey going to 18. It was Zoey and Jeff tied going into the final hole, a long par 5. I don't know how Jeff played so well but he had his days. "Go get em Zoey girl," I said. I slapped her tight ass and gave it a quick squeeze. She turned and smiled at me. It was the first time I had made sexual contact with her since the first hole. I was watching her though. The putts were killing me. Squatting and lining it up with me looking right at her. She saw but remained focused on her game. It was hot to watch her move around the course and be so focused but have that sexual glow. I wanted her and bad. "Thanks daddy," she replied happily. I followed her up to the tee. I was too far behind her and Jeff so I focused on her game. "Dog leg right Zoey," I reminded her. It wasn't like we had never played the course but making her look at what she had would help her when I wasn't there to guide her. "If I cut the dog off can I get to the green in two," she asked? "That's so risky baby," I replied. "I don't know." "You would have to hit a drive like you did on the first." "Even then you are still a long ways out." "How far of a second would I have," she asked? "At least 220 if you hit 280 again," I said thinking quickly. "Wind is at my back," she offered. We both looked over the hole again and watched the trees move. "You going to hit sometime today," Jeff asked? "I want to pressure him," she said as she watched my face twist with anger. "You better pick a good line and don't doubt yourself," I said. "I know you can do it." I slapped her ass again and took my place to line her up. "Hummm," she growled. She spiked the ball and got ready. "I'm going for the right of the 3rd trap," she stated. "Looks good," I encouraged. She set up and started. Weight back, arms straight, wrists cocked. It reversed in order but in perfect harmony. Her weight shifted forward, hips turned to the target as her torso up remained behind the ball. She came around and unloaded her wrists just before impact. The ball launched high as her shoulders brought her head around and up to locate the ball. She was such a good listener I thought. That's why she did so well. She listened to what I told her and she went out and did it. Flexibility didn't hurt either, in golf or earlier in the locker room. The ball sailed through the air a little farther right then she wanted but the fact that she hit it so flush and we had a tailwind helped her ball. It touched down right of the trap and settled on the right side in the first cut about 285 yards out. I hugged her tight from behind. "Fuck yeah you did it Zoey." She softly pushed against my cock as Jeff strode by to take his shot. He snorted his disapproval. She left the tee box as Jeff set up. I walked off and cleared out of his view. He struck it well but landed left of the trap at about 260. I drove 240 and Easelee a wonderful 210. He was older so that was good for him. Easelee and I laid up. I was in coach mode wanting to help Zoey win. Jeff punched his shot up and rolled it just on the green but left a long putt. The pressure was back on Zoey now. "215 to the center," I said. "Pin is playing back and wind is now blowing in from our backs and right." "4 hybrid," Zoey asked? "It's an awful long shot Zoey," I gave my honest assement. "He has a long putt too." "If you lay up you can play for position and get a great 3rd shot." "You are playing that sandwedge perfect today." "I just hate to waste this drive," she said. Her look was so serious and focused. She looked so hot as she glistened with sweat in the mid day heat. Her shorts were very see through now as they were soaked with sweat. She had untucked her shirt to cover her butt so it wouldn't be so noticeable to the others. I wanted her. "Up to you baby," I said. "It was a perfect drive but it's far out from here." She pulled her pitching wedge out to play the lay up. Good girl I thought. I didn't know if she could get there or not with the 4. If she got a good roll she would be just as far away from the hole as Jeff. Or she could press to hard and pull her shot. I really wanted her to beat Jeff. She fired her wedge to 100 yards out. Perfect range for her sand wedge. Easelee and I had 120 in and we both hit the green. Zoey pulled her club and confidently hit her shot. It flew high into the air and softly landed 3 feet in front of the hole and spun to a stop. Easelee clapped as Jeff punched the pedal to the floor and sped off to the green. "Good job Zoey girl," I cheered. "Thanks daddy," she smiled. She hugged me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I kissed her back softly as she let a soft moan escape into my mouth. My hand went down between her legs as she stood outside the cart and leaned in for her kiss. I felt her soft lips through the wet fabric as she moaned again. Go Get Em Zoey girl! We both broke the kiss and looked at each other. I left my hand fall away from her as she pressed her pelvis into it. She tossed her club into the bag and climbed in. I started the cart forward. "Let's finish this up so I can fuck you again," I relented. "Daddy," she gasped. "You are a bad boy for saying such things to your daughter." "You shouldn't assume that I want you to fuck me," she teased. "What if I want to fuck you," she said coyly. "You're wet, I know you want it," I teased. "I've been that way since I rolled out of bed this morning," she revealed. "I bet," I said. "I have to ask you something Zoey," I said. I came to a stop with Jeff looking back as he strooled to the green. "After we finish," I said as she turned her head to listen. I marked my ball. Zoey fixed her divot and then marked hers. Easelee left his down since he was out of the way of everyone. Jeff started looking over his long putt as Zoey and I stood under the lone oak tree that guarded the green. "What did you want to ask me daddy," Zoey whispered? "Not now baby girl," I replied. I was intently watching Jeff as Easelee came and stood by us to escape the heat. "Playoff," Easelee whispered. I remain focused on Jeff. He picked an acorn from the green and dug into the turf to fix the small depression it left. "Did you see that," I asked the other two spectators? "Yeah," Zoey questioned? "He touched his putt line to fix the acorn divot, you can't do that," I said. "That's right," Easelee said. "You sure daddy," Zoey asked? "Hey Jeff, you just touched your putt line, you can't do that," I said. He froze up for a second and revealed his guilt but tried to play it off as nothing. "Yeah, I fixed a divot, so what," he retorted. "You can only fix ball marks not acorn marks," I barked. "I think you're mistaken," he said. "I'm talking to the director when we get back to the clubhouse because I know you are wrong," I fired back. "You are going to look dumb," he replied. "I'm trying to putt, leave me be.," "Ok, you will see," I said. I returned back to the tree as he looked over his putt again. "I know I'm right," I said. "You are," Easelee said. Zoey still remained skeptical. Jeff circled his putt several times before he finally took his stance over his ball. I think he broke the 5 minute time limit between shots too but I didn't say anything. He gave it a smooth hit and it rolled steadily across the swift green. It broke left then back to the right and dropped over the lip of the cup for an eagle. From over 50 feet away it rolled in. Zoey looked deflated. She played so well and would lose on the last hole. I could read her mind. "Zoey, you're fine," I assured her. "Make your putt." "You are going to win." She smiled at my confidence un her. She lined up her 3 foot putt and sank it for a birdie. "68 is awesome Zoey," I cheered. "You spanked my ass again." "You going to spank mine," she whispered to me as I set down to line my 14 footer. It was my turn to give her a wicked smile. It matched to one she had on her face. I rolled my ball to a stop 2 inches from the cup. Another par for a 74. Very good for me considering my cock teasing daughter hardly let up for 18 holes. Easelee 3 putt. We drove to the clubhouse and found the director. I explained what I saw along with Easelee. Jeff pled his case too. Finally the director made his call. "As much as I hate to say it, Jeff you're wrong," he said. "You violated 16-1." "You touched your line of putt." "I'm giving you the two stroke penalty that's mandated by the rules." "Adjust your score accordingly before you turn in your scorecard." "Asshole," Jeff snickered at me. "Fair is fair my friend and don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing to Zoey if shit was the other way around," I retorted. Zoey had beat Jeff now by a shot. We just had to wait till the remaining golfers came in from their rounds. Zoey had an excellent chance to win. 68 was going to be hard to beat especially the way the course was playing today. "Where did Zoey go," I asked Easelee? "Said something about getting out of her wet shorts," he replied with a shrug. I figured she would want to get cleaned up. I decided to take the cart back to the truck and get her clubs put away. She had the district tournament next Saturday. She had an away match on Wednesday and practice every day in between so she would need her clubs. I would leave mine for Tuesday and Friday golf matches. Those were my golf days for next week. I carefully placed her bag into the back seat of the truck. I locked up and took the cart over to the barn. I drove it into the members cart parking area. There were only two workers on today for cart tending. They were busy cleaning up two that had come in and they had a few in waiting. No big deal I thought. It wasn't like I haven't parked my cart before. I pulled it into my spot and backed up. One of the workers peeked around corner at me. I plugged it into the charger and started back for the clubhouse. "Sorry about that Mr. Lewis," he said. "We only got 2 of us today." "Freddy called out sick." "It's ok," I replied. "It isn't like I've never parked a cart before, hell I used to work here back in the day." "Yes but we don't like the members to have to do anything," he replied. "Tell you what, I won't say anything and we can forget this whole thing." "Sure thing Mr. Lewis." I strolled out of the cart barn back towards the clubhouse. I remembered my 6 months or so of working at the cart barn. It was weird to be a member and have to wait on other members. That was way back when Zoey was little and money was very tight and Cotton was still in the oven. I decided to quit due to the awkwardness. I did have fun working there though. I reached the clubhouse and went to the locker room to switch my shoes. I opened the door to head to the restaurant. Zoey took my breath away as she exited the locker room. "Wow," I said as I took her in from head to toe. She was wearing a black lycra long sleeve dress with a slight V cowl neck to show a little cleavage. The ruffled cowl covered the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. It was a good thing because I could guarantee her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. The dress was not extremely skin tight but did hug her nicely and left a perfect outline of her tight little body. The dress hung down to mid thigh. It showed her long legs off. She had on a simple but nice pair of black flip flops. Her deep red toenails gave it contrast. Her hair was free from the confines of her ponytail as was her thing while golfing. Now it was down and spread out over her shoulders and back. Her hair was slightly curly like her moms but a light brown like mine. It had a wet look from a fresh washing. She smiled at me as I stared at her. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. Her big lips were coated in red lipstick. Love to see those on my cock I thought. She had just a touch of make-up on. She looked stunning. "What daddy," she giggled as she wiggled her leg around and twisted her hair through her fingers nervously. She knew exactly the effect she was having on me and she loved it. "You look stunning baby," I said softly. She walked to me seductively. Her tits bounced freely as she took her steps. She reached my side and took my arm like we were on a date. Her smell of coconut moisturizing cream was intoxicating as we started for the restaurant to get food. How was I going to eat when the only thing I wanted to do was sink my cock into sweet little Zoey. We started through the restaurant to the members area. We had to walk single file to weave through the tables. I let Zoey go first. That was a mistake on my part. My eyes were drawn to her ass softly shaking as she walked. My first thought was I wonder if she has anything on under that dress. I doubted she did but I had to find out. My sexual desire was in overdrive now. My attention was diverted from her ass by the sound of someone calling my name. It was a few other members who had golfed and wanted to know how we did. They also hadn't see Zoey in a while and wanted to know how she was. Zoey did her thing and took over the situation. She started answering and chatting away. I stood next to her and placed my hand on the small of her back. I let it rest there for a minute before I boldly moved it down and felt her ass. I had to see if she was wearing panties. I couldn't feel any lines. "Well I hope you win Zoey," Mike said. I came out of my investigation mode and returned to the conversation. "With a score like that she should," Donald piped in. "I'm just glad she beat Jeff." We shook hands and continued on to the table. I pulled a chair out for Zoey and pushed her in after she sat. I took a seat next to her as the waitress came over. She made small talk with Zoey as she took our order. Easelee and a few others came to sit at the 10 top round table. Zoey and I were at the table where it backed into the corner of the room. There was nobody on either side of us. My desire to find out and confirm if she was naked under that skirt was overwhelming. I tried to fight it but my cock won out. My hand left the table and found her knee under the overhanging table cloth. She flashed me a sassy little smile. She knew what I was after. I quickly went higher up her leg and under the stretchy skirt. She was still in tease mode and left her legs together. I pushed softly to try and get her to open. She looked coyly at me but still wouldn't open. My cock throbbed now. I let my hand rest there and waited on her. The waitress came back with the drinks and started with our food order. She took Zoey's first. She parted her legs just a little. I left my hand still until I placed my order. I started to slide up but she closed them again. She smiled her evil little smile. I pouted my lips. She finally leaned over and whispered as she spread her legs wide. "Yes, I'm naked under here and I'm wet and horny as hell." "Where do you want to go and almost get caught this time," she asked? My hand went straight for the kill. I found her clit and touched it softly. She was soaked again or still for that matter. With horny Zoey you could never tell. She moaned in delight as she set back straight. I touched her gently but returned my hand back to her knee as the waitress rounded the table to head to the kitchen. My turn to play the game. "Fuck," I grunted. Easelee and Zoey turned there heads. "I forgot my phone in the cart." I stood and left Zoey confused. She didn't know whether I was serious or making this our escape. "Did you get my clubs from the cart," she asked? I had but I needed to hook her too. "I didn't know I was your caddy," I replied. She wiggled from the chair and carefully stood while pulling the dress down her long legs. It stretched down to her knees before she let it go as she started walking. It returned to its normal lenght. Her flip flops clicked loudly behind me as we headed for the cart barn. Carts were lined up 5 deep now. They were falling behind. There were still a few groups out in the course. Zoey caught my arm. "Did you really forget your phone or are we going to fuck," she asked? I pulled my phone from my pocket. A wicked smile appeared on her face. "Where are we going," she asked? I quickly slipped inside the barn out of site of the two over worked guys cleaning carts. Zoey was right behind me. I headed straight for the back of the barn. There was an office in the back where all the invoices for anything they used on the course were processed. It was the only air conditioned part of the barn. I grabbed the knob and gave it a try. "It's locked," Zoey noticed. "Now what?" "You give up to easy Zoey girl," I replied. I twisted the knob hard and pulled up. It softly popped open. "There you are my horny little girl," I teased as I held my hand out for her to enter. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped into the small office with a little window overlooking the driving range. I followed her in and grabbed her arm. She jumped into me and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I pushed her into the door and closed it in the process. She ground her pelvis into the lump under my pants as we started to kiss. Our lips crushed into each other as our tongues danced together. Soft moans escaped Zoey's lips as she dry humped my trapped cock. She dropped an arm and tried to free my cock out the zipper. I knew from earlier that wasn't going to work. "What the fuck," she cried in frustration. I pulled her higher into my grip. Her humping pussy was now at my belly as we resumed our salacious kissing again. She was above me now and having to kiss down. It was a odd feeling to have somebody above me while standing. My hands had been under her ass and upper thighs to hold her up. Her skin was so soft and on fire with excitement. I slowly snaked my hand away from her butt and went under it. She gripped her legs tighter as she felt my supporting hand leave. I slid over her puckered asshole and felt her shiver. I wondered if she was still a virgin there. I oriented my fingers and slid forward over the trail of wetness that led to her open cunt. I softly dipped my fingers in two at a time up to my second knuckle. She moaned deeply and kissed me even harder as I sawed my fingers in and out of her. I changed tracks and went a little further up and found her protruding clit. She arched her back but remained lip locked with me as I circled it with my index finger. She whimpered softly as I trapped it between my index and middle finger and rolled around. "Fuck," she cried into my mouth. "You keep doing that and I'm going to cum." I rubbed her a little harder. "Fuck yes daddy," she yelped. "Make your little girl cum." "Yes right there, fuck right there." Her cunt flooded my hand with juice. It seeped gently from her as she writhed on my hand. I let her come down from her high before I removed my cramped and contorted hand. I pulled it back to her thigh as she slid down a little. Her pussy was in sexual overdrive as it brushed my belt buckle. She stopped sliding and softly humped it as she leaned into the door and moaned with pleasure. "Shhh," I hushed her as I reminded her where we were. "Well you better stick something more then this belt buckle into me," she cried. "That's a sexual moan of frustration." "I'm fucking horny daddy." I didn't want to keep her waiting. I pulled her from the door and marched over to the desk. She pushed a few things aside before I set her on the edge. They scattered to the floor. Her legs dangled over the edge as I worked to get my pants down. I pulled the wet belt buckle open and popped the button on my pants. I glanced up and saw Zoey smiling seductively as I worked. She was leaning back on her elbows and waiting patiently. I was taken back to the video for a second. I let my gaze wander down between her legs. Her pussy was swollen a little with excitement as white cream leaked from her pink folds. It looked inviting as I realized I has never tasted her before. Sure we had fucked a couple of times after the incident but I had never tried her. I knelt down and inhaled her womanly scent. It was intoxicating and made my cock tingle with excitement. I leaned in further as she opened more and tasted her. She tasted as good as she smelt. I wanted more. I plunged my tongue into her sticky wet hole and lapped hard at it. "Oh fuck daddy, that's good," she cried. I moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth softly. She shivered as I rolled my tongue over it. "Yes, right there, fuck that feels good," she cooed. I released her clit and flattened out my tongue. I slide it over her little bump softly as she moaned in delight. Her very soft and just starting to grow hair on her lips tickled my lips. "Oh god daddy, that feels good too," she cried. "Most boys are scared to go down on me," she revealed. I lapped a few more licks before releasing my suction on her pussy. I looked up at her questioningly as I wiggled out of my pants for the second time today. I returned to her soaked pussy again. It was calling my name. "They don't like how wet my pussy gets," she moaned. "I think it's hot," I said between licks. "Mmmm," she growled. Her little growl and her use of the word pussy swelled my cock purple with blood. She just threw gasoline on a fire so to speak. "Take off your dress Zoey," I ordered. "What," she asked genuinely surprised? "I want to see your body, all of it," I assured her. I had never seen her completely naked either. She didn't hesitate, her hands crossed at the curled up hem at her hips and she pulled up in one swift motion. The dress popped over her head and off onto the desk. I pulled my shoes off and kicked my pants off as I took her nudeness in. Her tits hung like perfect teardrops as her nipples twisted outward from cold and excitement. C cup I confirmed as I admired her. "God you're beautiful Zoey," I said softly as I touched her tit gently. "Thanks daddy," she smiled politely. "You're suppost to say that though, I'm your daughter." "No baby, you are perfect," I said. "It's surprising since I had a hand in making you." We both laughed a little. I noticed her lack of tan lines again. "Where are your tan lines," I asked. She giggled but dodged the question. "Come fuck me daddy," she teased. I stepped forward as she pulled her legs up and apart and rested her feet on the desk. My eyes opened as I saw how flexible she was. I grabbed my cock and looked down. Her pussy was leaking down over her ass and onto the desk. A twisted thought ran through my brain. I softly pushed the tip against her asshole. She shivered at my touch. "Ever had a cock here," I asked? "No," she replied quickly, eyes big and mouth making an O. "I've been curious about it though." My thoughts weren't on her ass though, I wanted her tight little pussy. "Another day maybe," I said. I pushed my cock easily into her wet cunt. "Yes, fuck me daddy," Zoey cried. "Fuck me good and hard." I pushed into her hard as she pushed into me. We slapped together in a nice rhythm. "Fuck me daddy," she moaned. "Fuck my wet little pussy and make me cum.," "Make my pussy cum hard on your cock daddy." I leaned over her and found a nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and ruffly cupped her tit. God her tits are nice I thought. "Yes daddy, suck on my nipple," she cooed. "Bit my nipple and fuck my sloppy wet cunt." "Make me cum." I had never heard her use the word cunt before. It was more fuel on the fire. I loved when she talked dirty. I released her nipple and pulled her from her desk. I remained sunk in her depths as I held her and fucked her while standing. She wrapped herself around me and pulled my cock deep into her wet hole. It milked and pulled my dick deeper into her womb. She bounced on my cock as we walked to the wall with the window in it. I kissed under her neck as I pressed her against to cool metal. Her coconut moisturizing cream didn't taste as good as it smelt. "Holy shit, that's cold," she cried as her back pressed onto it. "Just take it," I barked. "It will be worth it." "Ohhh daddy, don't tease me," she cried. I looked out the window and watched the golfers hit on the range as I pressed my cock into my daughter. If only they knew what was happening on the other side of the metal wall. "Yes daddy, fuck me daddy," she cried. "Fuck my little pussy." I released her ass and slid my hand between us and back under her leg. She moved her leg off my hip and up. I repeated with the other. Now her legs and feet were up and pressed between her chest and mine, her legs resting on my shoulders. It allowed me to drive deeper inside of her.