3 comments/ 66257 views/ 7 favorites Hilton Head Golf Partner By: johnnieblue44 When one goes to play golf in a resort area as a single player, or going solo, as it were, it is common practice for the course to match the solo player up with a twosome or threesome. Such was the case when I made a weekend stopover in Hilton Head while coming back from a business trip in Atlanta. A friend had offered me the use of his house in Shipyard resort, so I drove the four-plus hours down Interstate 16, and arrived late Friday night. Having no set plans but plenty of time, I slept in late and drove over to the Country Club of Hilton head just before noon and the friendly young man in the pro shop told me to see the marshall, who would set me up with a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Adams, who were members and ready to tee off in the next fifteen minutes. I was on the putting green, enjoying the crisp autumn weather, soaking in the sunshine and the ambience of the plush club, when I heard her voice behind me, a soft, slow, heart-melting southern drawl, like spilled molasses oozing down the branches of the indigenous and plentiful Spanish moss trees. "Hi, thay-uh, yew must be John." I turned in response to the melodic greeting, and when I saw her, I literally dropped my putter, no pun intended, while another club rose instinctively within my crotch. She smiled a smile that would have lit up River Street in nearby Savannah. "Ah'm Kathie Adams, ah think ah'll be playin' with yew today." I maintained enough composure to stammer through my own introduction and we made small talk on the putting green while waiting for her husband to join us. I couldn't wait to see the lucky bastard that had bagged this trophy wife. Kathy muttered disdainfully, while rolling her sparkling emerald eyes, "He's in the bar, where he usually is." Me, I wouldn't have let this doll out of my sight. I immediately assessed that she was about forty-five years old (or about fifteen years older than me) and weighed about 110 lbs. She had shoulder length honey-blonde hair and was about 5' 4", with bright green eyes and sun-speckled freckles on her tiny nose. She had a tight firm body, adorned in a white golf shirt and a pair of tight beige shorts. Her tits looked to be about 34 D's, huge on that petite, toned body. They didn't look like those fake ones, all perfectly round and no sag. Hers were quite obviously 100% real. A perfect teardrop shape with large areolas and nipples that were already very hard. Her breasts had some heft to them, not sag really, just a natural heaviness that younger guys like me love on a mature woman. I found out in our little conversation that she was an ardent runner, and worked out diligently, at least five times a week in the gym in their spacious house right on the causeway in the plantation, as they call each separate development in Hilton Head. From my vantage point I watched intently every time she bent to up a holed putt, and I could see that despite her sensational torso, her pert little ass was her best feature. It was high and tight from the running, a perfect heart shape, and her golf shorts rose high up her thighs, exposing just the bottom of her buttocks each time she picked up a ball. Hubby, Paul was his name, finally emerged into the sunlight, and I was shocked at what I saw. He had to be at least fifteen to twenty years older than his wife, with a craggy, wrinkled face and silver hair, and I deduced that this was a marriage of financial convenience, a trade-off of Kathy's stunning looks and the arrogant old codgers' nest egg, which had to be substantial. Paul virtually ignored me from the outset, huffing his way through a perfunctory introduction on the first tee, and the first four holes were played in an almost awkward silence, as it was clear that he was about as thrilled to have me accompany them as I was to be in his miserable presence. The only bright spot, and it was more than enough to offset his gruff behavior and incessant drinking (he kept a bottle of Chivas Regal on ice in a cooler in the back of their golf cart) was getting to watch Kathy in her various golfing positions; set-up, stance, follow-through, each one providing me a different and highly enjoyable angle of her torso twisted in different contortions. Naturally, my imagination ran wild, and Kathy was not unaware of my attention to her details. On the fifth fairway, a tight, dogleg par-four, Paul snap-hooked his drive deep into the woods, and Kathy suggested that she jump in the cart with me while Paul searched for his ball, since her ball and my own were smack in the center of the fairway. "He'll be stone drunk by the eighteenth hole," she grumbled. "And passed out by dusk." Her delightfully sunny features clouded over only when she spoke of Paul. "Looks like ah'll be eating dinner by myself again, it gets old," she sighed forlornly. Suddenly, she propped her tanned legs up on the inside dash of the golf cart, deliberately providing me with an unfettered, eagle-eye view. The rising bulge in my trousers did not escape her attention either, and we each glanced down at the others' nether regions unabashedly. A wicked gleam came across her impeccable face. "Ah have an idea," she said, climbing out of the cart. "Ah'll share it with yew at the halfway house, Paul will no doubt have to go in and get a refresher or three." My eyes were riveted on her succulent ass as she walked across the lush grass, swinging her hips way more than she needed to, putting on a welcome show for me, while Paul thrashed his way out of the forest, taking four strokes to do so, which is about how many strokes I felt I required right about now, but of a far different kind. Sure enough, after the front nine, Paul disappeared into the clubhouse. Kathy also excused herself momentarily and winked at me and told me to meet her on the tenth tee. I sat in the cart, letting two groups play through, until Kathy reappeared, looking less than pleased, driving up in their cart by herself. Well, massively pissed off is more like it. "Ah have to apologize, John. Paul no longer wants to continue today. Seems he'd rather drink the afternoon away than enjoy Mother Nature." Her countenance brightened as she saw my sincere disappointment. She reached into her golf bag and extracted a small box and extended it to me. "But ah brought you a gift for being such a nice, young gentleman. Please open it." I fondled the box, disillusioned that my time with Kathy was drawing to a premature close. "Thank you, Kathy, that's not necessary, but so very sweet of you." Kathy's flaming eyes blazed into my own. "Ah meant open it now, John." The look in her eyes was not duplicitous, so I followed instructions and peeled off the lid of the small box. I gasped audibly as I saw the gift. It was a neatly folded pair of brown thong panties with a discernible wet spot right on the crotch of the silky fabric. When I looked up, she had turned sideways on the cart and head spread her legs just enough for me to look up the slight gap between her shorts and her skin, and I detected that she was now sans panties. I was looking right into a narrow tunnel that led to a beautiful, hairless, exposed pussy. The cute, polite, southern-belle persona had vanished, gone with the wind, replaced by an aggressive, pantiless, mature and needy siren. "Ah was finger-fucking mahself in the ladies room. Yew've been driving me cra-zee all fuckin' day, and I can't walk around in those," she drawled huskily. "Read the note, and if ya'll can follow directions, yew are in for a fun evenin', sugah." She winked at me as she drove away, and the lingering smell of her sex hit me from two directions, her departing golf cart, and the thong in the box. I unraveled the note, scrawled on the back of a scorecard. It read: "Thought you might need a new head cover to keep me in your thoughts for the back nine. I've reserved an outdoor table for two for us at the Quarterdeck in Harbour Town at seven-thirty. We can give each other some lessons in night sports." My hard-on and I arrived at seven-twenty-nine, which technically meant it really should have been a table for three, and I followed the comely hostess to the corner table facing Calibogue Sound. Kathy showed up five minutes later in a sheer, lavender floral chiffon sundress that was transparent in the setting sun, leaving nothing to the imagination regarding if she was donned in any undergarments. Only a small triangular patch of lemon fabric was visible beneath the dress, clinging tightly to her slit, the g-string pushed up her asscheeks. She kissed me demurely on the lips, but the lustful twinkle in her green-yellow eyes served as a promise of nocturnal delights to come. We sipped a delicious Washington State chardonnay and fed each other finger foods as we held hands and watched the setting sun like old, comfortable lovers. We shared tales about our lives, and I discovered that she had stayed with her husband only for appearances sake for her kids, twin girls who were in high school, but studying abroad this semester. Normally, that would bother me, and on some level perhaps even repel me enough to not get entangled with a married woman, but somehow, with Kathy, it just seemed different. True, the allure of inevitable sex was quite convincing and persuasive an argument itself, but I'd met her husband and had seen first-hand his boorishness, and I surmised that Kathy was determined not to let him suck the life out of her needs, too. Does that sound feasible? No? Ah, OK, let's face it, I just wanted to shag her. She was red fucking hot. During the dinner, perhaps as the wine was having its effect on her, Kathy went out of character and answered this way, blushing but yet proud of her femininity, when I asked her is she realized how truly beautiful she was. "Well, when ah go to the store in tight shorts ah do get lots of looks. If ah wear a t-shirt with no bra and my jugs are undulating, ah can stop traffic." She stopped and smiled a shy smile. "And tonight, you get to fuck me." Check, please! She followed me in her Lexus to my borrowed place in Shipyard. When we reached the doorway, we kissed with intent for the first time. That first, sweet , soft exploratory kiss is always the precursor of the sexual dynamic to come, and ours was electrifying, scintillating. It was obvious to me that I held a carnal keg of dynamite in my arms. Her thin, soft lips parted in response to mine, and a long, hot, pink tongue snaked hungrily into my mouth. "Oh, God, it's been so long, please, John, take me, take me now," she pleaded. She pulled the dress over her arms and head, displaying the sensational, mature body on which I would eagerly feast tonight. I picked her up and carried her from the foyer to the master bedroom, and placed her tenderly on the fluffy mattress, and scurried out of my own clothes. "Oh my God, look at that cock. It's huge, it's...oh, my......take me," she repeated. I never felt more like a stud. I lowered myself running my hands down her body, over her breasts, her ribs, her narrow waist, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down over her thighs and knees. She kicked off her shoes and she leaned up as I slipped them over her feet. I found myself facing a small trimmed triangle of hair, her smooth puffy labia, and the hood of her clitoris protruding, just a little, from the top of her slit. With my hands on her hips I pulled her toward me and I put my mouth over her clit and ran the flat of my wet tongue over it. "Oh god, yes," she whimpered as she pushed my head into her pussy. I sat her on the edge of the bed, "Sit back and enjoy this," I said and she lay back and closed her eyes. I spread her legs wide and her pussy lips opened a little revealing her glistening folds and a hint of her hole. I leaned in and hovered there taking in her musky aroma. I licked her pussy up and down in the narrow crease between her inner and outer labia, first up one side and then down the other. I kissed the length of her inner thighs and as I approached her clit I would stop short. I teased her for a long while and between my tongue and her excitement her pussy got very wet. A trickle of clear liquid dribbled down her thigh into the recess of her ass. I looked up to see her hands caressing the pink button-sized nipples on her big breasts. She clung onto the sheets as I raised her thighs onto my shoulders and buried my greedy face into her soaking wet vagina, making both of us sigh. Kathy was immediately throwing her head from side to side as I lovingly lapped at her sopping hole and clitoris. She tasted simply amazing, clean, fresh, like a nectar of fruit and flowers. My tongue darted in and out and up and down and around the sides then over her love-button then down to the tight piece of skin between her pussy and her little pink bum hole. "Ah'm in sexual heaven for the first time in nearly fifteen years, ah haven't been eaten for that long," she groaned, and that made me feel like an oral super-hero, knowing I had this beautiful forty-something in the throes of intense Nirvana. After a minute or two she began clawing at my head as I brought Kathy closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. Her fingers were nearly tearing into my skull when I sucked on her swollen nub and slid a long finger inside her as the stubble on my chin scratched her most tender folds. "Do you like this?" "Ooooh yes . . . don't stop," she said without looking at me, writhing frantically. I continued to lick her up and down. Finally, with my tongue, I traced her slit up to her clit and my mouth engulfed it. I sucked on it gently at first and then a little harder. My tongue circled and then flicked it. Her breathing became labored and I could feel her hands on the back of my head holding me in place as I brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She let out a loud moan and clamped her legs around my head. Her hips jerked several times as I kept my mouth on her swollen clit. Then I felt her legs relax and I came up for air. I looked up and could see the red flush on the skin between her breasts. Her body gleamed with a thin layer of sweat in the lamp light. She breathed deeply for a minute and then said, "God, that was absolutely amazing. Ah've cum before but never like that! Thank yew, thank yew, thank yew!" I crawled up on top of her small body and I kissed her, letting her taste her own sweet juices. I rose and stepped back to admire her small body moist with sweat, her pert tits, the narrow of her waist, the widening of her hips, and legs spread wide showing me her swollen pussy beaconing my cock. "Not yet." I looked at her quizzically, fully poised and prepared to penetrate. "As much as ah want to feel you inside of me," she gushed, "Ah need to have you in mah mouth first, ah've wanted to suck your cock and taste you from the moment ah saw yew this afternoon." She swiveled her body around and lowered it to my crotch with a leering grin on her angelic face. "And ah just LOVE to suck cock, bay-bee." I was only too happy to comply. Hey, far be it from me to deny a mature, needy woman her fetish pleasures. She gave me a slow sexy grin and took a hesitant lick at the tip of my cock. "Ah've done this before, but it's been awhile, and never a man so thick, so be patient with me, honey." Kathy winked. "Ah'm gonna have to fight my gag reflex." I looked down at her caressing my shaft. That remark caught my interest. Her next captured it. "See, ah like to deep throat." She teased my perineum with a single finger as she peppered kisses along both sides of my cock. She looked up at me with a perfect combination of shyness and sheer lust, pausing just at the tip, and then her lips parted, and ever so slowly, inch by inch, I watched in fascination my dick disappeared gradually into her throat. Excruciatingly slowly she continued to lower her head down my long shaft, gripping every inch with her tight mouth. Holding onto it with all the strength she had between her licking tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks were concave, the suction strong. There was no air in the vacuum her mouth had become. It was apparent she wanted to feel every part of my cock, every vein that protruded from it, every crease created by them, the smoothness of it. She released her throat hold for just a second to utter breathlessly, "Ah never knew ah loved the feel of a cock inside my mouth so much until ah first felt yours." She resumed her descent and pushed down to the base as far as she could go. My cockhead, by all accounts, is enormous and it pressed against the bottom of Kathy's throat before she again came up for air. "Ah used to be able to take a big dick into my throat, but now, ah cannot, not like ah wanna. Out of practice. Mah throat is too tense." She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. "Ah am held by the kind of tension that is sexual...that makes mah body shake, mah throat close and mah pussy open. Ah felt my pussy getting wetter and wider as ah sucked your big cock, John. Mah mouth watered, as did mah eyes." Tears formed in her eyes now. "Ah wanted to give you the best of me. Ah wanted your cock to feel as good to you being in mah mouth as having you there felt to me. Ah could only try." "But now....now ah just need to get fucked." I gently pushed Kathy back into the sheets and pulled her tanned legs far apart and she looked up at me from between them. The mere sight of her essentially panting for my cock was among the most arousing things I had ever seen. I began to ease toward our mutual target, cock meeting cunt, and now my dick was between her legs which swung above me, she was looking at me as I approached, cock in hand. She shivered, "Oh God, ah am cumming again at the very sight of you mounting me...such a beautiful sight...how much can ah take?" Tears swelled again. She was panting, whimpering, moaning. I was above her now, and slid my cock deeply into her warm, waiting, gushing slit and lay down atop her magnificent, womanly body. I felt her body heat against mine. Her face in my neck, her chest, her arms against mine...pulling me in, my pumping cock and strong pubis banging into her. She wrapped her strong runner's thighs around my back and pulled me closer in, so deep now. I continue to pump her as her hips rose to meet my thrusts. She pumped me right back. She ran her soft hands along my back, from the narrow part just above my ass, up as it widened to my shoulders. A massive wave hit me. I couldn't breath. I didn't want to. I only wanted to feel this, her, her silky cunt, our orgasm, together, as one. I couldn't hear, see, or think. I could only feel...and it felt wonderful. I continued to pump into Kathy despite having just cum, my dick was still steel-hard within her tunnel and not going to recede. Tears flowed down her cheeks. They were voluntary and involuntary. Another climactic wave cascaded over her, another strong orgasm that rocked her body into a writhing, heaving tremble. I had to breath. I had to get control. She was sending me further out of my senses than I'd ever been before. But I didn't want to come back. I didn't want this to end. Kathy rose and looked up at me. I looked into her eyes. I saw our secrets reflected back at me. She knew me. I leaned down and softly kissed her. My head was getting lighter. My body was trembling. I buried my face against her. I held on as tightly as I could until I couldn't any longer. I became weak. I had no more control. My head fell back. I let go...I sank into the bed with Kathy still inside of me, on me, surrounding me with her body, her heat, her smoldering sensuality. It was more than I could stand. I drifted away softly. When I awoke hours later, she was gone. But, on the night stand, there was another note, and another pair of thong panties, my second such gift of the long day. Hilton Head Golf Partner Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the well-received story "Hilton Head Golf Partner". You may want to read that first before embarking on this sequel. Enjoy! Of course, I accepted her invitation. You know I would. * I was at Kathy's house at noon. It was an easy choice, really. Sex with a red-hot MILF or golf? Even though golf has more than a dozen more holes in which to put your balls, it's quality, not quantity, baby! I followed directions and walked tentatively around the side of the house, more like a mansion, actually. I was a bit leery about leaving my rental car parked in the driveway, in plain sight, but it's not like this was a main thoroughfare in this secluded community. Besides, little did I know that Kathy had already arranged for an alternate mode of transportation for the long drive back to Atlanta later in the day to catch my flight back to the Northeast. Motive and opportunity, like in crime, are great reasons to partake in illicit sexual activities with a married woman on her own property. A horny cougar had tendered me an intriguing invitation, and I couldn't resist the lure of another present. I was not to be disappointed. I turned the corner of the house and saw a huge pool, slightly concealed behind a large white picket fence that served to shield the pool from view. Not that it seemed to matter, at first blush, the nearest neighbor's house was not in sight through the dense pine and oak trees. But then I turned and saw the fairway of the golf course that we had played yesterday. I recognized it as the eighth hole, and the understood the reason for the fence, lest golfers would have the same birds-eye view of what I next saw in the pool as I peered through the entrance gate of the fence. Kathy was lying on her back in the pool on an oversized inflatable mattress, one of those floating pool loungers. She was wearing a bright kelly green bikini, that displayed her spectacular body, the one that I had enjoyed and pleasured so completely only twelve or so hours ago. My eyes scanned her tanned, tight body as I reached to open the gate, but I hesitated for just a moment when I saw her fingers rise up to her big, mature yet firm breasts, and she peeled the material back from her left tit and began to pinch and squeeze her taut, pink nipple, beginning to writhe slowly on the float, causing small waves to ripple within the confines of the pool. As if I wasn't aroused enough already, my cock immediately rose in appreciative salute to the incredibly erotic sight in front of me, knowing that I had about two hours to ravage this stunning forty-something married woman I hadn't even known twenty-four hours ago, but with whom I had already shared an evening of exotic intimacy. I walked through the gate, and she didn't appear the least bit startled or even jump up or stop her current activity of diddling her tit. In fact, she brought her other hand to the bikini top and lowered it to her tummy, exposing her other breast, the milky white globes in direct contrast to her otherwise sun-kissed, bronzed frame. She smiled, pleased at my arrival, obviously, as if the erect nipples that she was manipulating wasn't enough of a hint. "Hi," Kathy said simply, in that impossibly sexy low-country drawl, giving me the once-over behind a pair of designer sunglasses, licking her pink lips seductively, letting her gaze linger at the twitching bulge in my Bermuda shorts. "Hi," I replied. "Um, I didn't pack a bathing suit," I said, stating the obvious, since the original intent of my quick sojourn to the Island was just to get in a few days of golf. Boy, was I glad fate had intervened and plans had changed. She lowered the frames of her shades to the bridge of her turned-up freckled nose to reveal those amazing lemon-lime pupils. "Yew won't need any." Her eyes blazed into my crotch. "Take your clothes off, John. Ah need to see that big cock ah've been daydreamin' about all morning." Faster than you could say 'adultery', I stripped out of my clothes and stood at the foot of the pool in all my glory. Kathy's fingers began working her nipples more urgently, the nips were now puffy and swollen with need, her stomach began to gently but discernibly heave, she was literally panting softly now. I dove into the cool, refreshing water and came up next to the floating mattress, and we kissed...deeply...softly at first, but quickly with escalating and increasing hunger, already like familiar lovers, and my hands found hers and we jointly massaged her responsive breasts until my head lowered to suck on her large buoys, one by one, pressing her impressive mounds together with my palms roughly as my tongue lapped at her nipples, evoking groans and muffled squeals from Kathy's open mouth, suspended in a tight 'O' shape. As she gyrated in glee on the inflatable raft, my head descended down her flat tummy, and I saw her hand reach down and untie the small string on her hip that held the tiny triangular piece of fabric that barely covered her pussy, and she pulled it to the side, lifted her ass off the raft, eased the bikini bottom off of her frame, and tossed it into the pool. I saw the moisture emanating from the small, neatly trimmed tuft of light blonde pubic hair just above her slit, glimmering in the noon-day sunshine, and my new mature, sexy lover issued the order that went without saying, yet rang oh, so sweetly in my ears. "Eat me." My fingers spread Kathy's pink, puffy, glistening cunt lips wide, exposing her glorious, dripping slit and hard clit. I captured her clit between my lips, sucking lightly, as I teased the opening of her cunt. She moaned, pushing her hips up towards my face and I obliged, sliding 2 fingers deep into her as I sucked harder on her little clit. I started to press my digits against her upper vaginal walls to search for her spongy g-spot, which I found very easily as I nibbled and licked her clit. Kathy had her legs spread open as wide as possible and was moaning my name as I furiously ate her pussy, while I let my one hand wander beneath the water and began to stroke my engorged cock underwater. I raised my head above Kathy's spread legs and admired the scene while my submerged fist masturbated my dick. It was the first time I'd seen her pussy this close in the bright sunlight and so I spent a moment just looking at her, as she looked back up at me with pleading eyes, wanting so badly to be licked. Her silky golden pubes were wet and shining, and her pink pussy lips were so inviting. I spread her lips open with 2 fingers and saw her hard red clit and her dark pink inner lips. Her cunt was shining with her wetness and I needed to taste it again, so fresh, so clean, so dripping. I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked her, from the very bottom of her cunt to the top of her slit, savoring every drop of her juices. Mmm, she was just as sweet as she was last night, maybe the most delicious pussy I'd yet enjoyed. My tongue spread her inner lips and teased around her hole, then slid up once more to circle her clit with my lips, sucking on it, pressing down on the nub with my tongue. As soon as I made direct tongue contact with her clit, Kathy moaned, put her palm over her mouth, and started mumbling in muffled, obscene exhortations, which sounded especially naughty coming from this otherwise innocent-looking-in-a-preppy-athletic-way, trophy wife. I couldn't understand her, but her hands pressing my head into her cunt here a pretty clear signal. She was loving it and I was loving my second time licking her wonderful pussy. Her wondrous aroma filled my nose as I sucked on her clit. Encouraged by her moans, I decided to use some more fingers in her, too. I let one finger tease around the entrance to her cunt and heard her sharp intake of breath. I pressed my middle finger inside her and felt the hot, moist walls of her pussy surround my finger. It felt amazing. I next twisted my ring finger around, making circles and exploring all of her while my mouth worked on her clit. I flicked my tongue over the head of her clit, then circled it with my tongue, then sucked it, nibbling gently with my lips, as my finger worked in and out of her. She was dripping wet, but still so tight. I decided to try my pinky inside of her, and when I pushed it upward......Eureka..the promised land..the elusive g-spot! I worked my four fingers up into her hot cunt, all the while sucking and teasing her clit. I twisted my fingers around in leisurely circles inside her, saving two for that special spot. I felt it -- the small, spongy patch, a little rougher than the rest of her, and I rubbed my fingers together and lightly pinched the fleshy nub of her g-spot. I wanted to make this sex-starved lonely woman come harder than she'd ever had before. I continue to stroke the two fingers against her elusive spot, pressing a bit harder than before as I finger-fucked her with the other two fingers that were buried within, and exploring the nether regions, of her sopping cunt. Kathy wailed as she flopped on the floating mattress, a massive orgasm capturing and enveloping her entire body, quickly becoming accustomed to pleasure after having been denied sexual release for so long until last night. "OHhhhh please don't stop, John!! OHhhhh FUCK!!" Kathy pushed her hips up off the raft and ground against my face. I was nowhere near stopping. My lips pulled hard on Kathy's clit, stretching it and pulling it away from her, then releasing it and flicking it with my tongue. My fingers kept fucking her hard and fast, pressing deep against that g-spot with every thrust. Suddenly, I felt it. Her pussy started to contract hard around my fingers. Her body went rigid and her hips froze; her hands pulled my face hard against her cunt as she started to cum. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried out, then moaned and cried out as her body shook with orgasm. I kept my lips pressed against her clit and my fingers pressed on her g-spot and soon I felt her cum start to gush out of her. I quickly slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my mouth, lapping up her sweet juices while my thumb rubbed her clit. I kept licking and sucking on her cunt, getting every last drop of her cum as she finally relaxed and let go of my head. I continued to clean her up, licking her pussy and thighs clean. Then I sucked her cream off my fingers and licked my lips. Kathy sat slumped on the float and looked at me, her eyes unfocused. And that's when I heard the splash, obviously a body entering into the pool, and whirled around, shocked, scared. Was this Paul, her husband? Was this all a set-up? What the fu......? The body snaked against my legs below the surface, and I felt the unmistakable sensation of a pair of lips engulfing my cock. I looked down and saw a mane of long raven hair wafting in the pool water, and through the glare bouncing off the surface of the pool, I could finally ascertain that a brunette, a beautiful one at that, was on her knees underwater and sucking my cock, her hands gliding up over the surface and now caressing my chest. The mystery intruder gave my cock one long, last lingering suck, and then she popped out of the water like a fantasy mermaid, straight black hair matting against a pair of big tits with huge, deep dark brown areolas peeking out beneath the locks of wet hair. "That was the hottest cunnilingus I've ever seen," said the visiting fantasy mermaid, stroking my dick, still underwater, and she leaned over to kiss me. "I've always wanted to know how Kathy tastes." Her tongue swirled into my mouth, and despite myself, I retracted, still startled. Even as a new tongue was jamming into my mouth, my eyes were wide open and I looked towards Kathy, who was still basking in the after-glow of orgasm on the mattress. Kathy smiled at me, flicking a finger over her still-oozing gash. "This is your present, John. This is mah neighbor, and good friend, Mary." I leaned back to take it all in, my mind trying to keep up with the tactile assault on my senses, while Mary pulled more urgently on my dick beneath the water. It was all happening quickly, but not so much that I didn't absorb that Mary was one fucking hot piece of ass herself, perhaps late thirties, taller than me, standing maybe six-feet tall, and wet jet-black hair cascading down almost to her very shapely ass. Oh, and perhaps I didn't mention, she was naked, too. Mary smiled at me, bright white teeth gleaming in the sun. "You'll like your present, John." She huffed up her cheeks in a dramatic gesture of holding her breath, and her head disappeared below the water and again I felt her lips surround my cock, the friction of the pool water causing increased suction and as I glance down I could see a pair of manicured nails caressing my testicles. Kathy propped her elbows up on the float, reached to grab my head, and kissed me, tasting the residue of her own juice that Mary hadn't already exhumed from my mouth. I was being sucked below the surface by one hot stranger and kissed above it by a woman whose husband was playing golf on the course right outside of her back yard. Kathy released her lips from my mouth just as Mary emerged for air. Kathy hopped down from the float into the pool, and she and Mary tugged on my cock as a team, as Mary lifted one of my hands to lift to her own large breast. Kathy observed from close-range and smiled. "Ah'm a giver, John, what can ah say?" Mary ducked her head to resume her aquatic blow job. Kathy continued, pressing her own firm tits against my chest. "Ah've arranged for a limo to take you and Mary and me to Atlanta. We can have one of mah groundskeepers return your rental car to the local airport here so yew won't have to worry about that." I was beginning to overcome my surprise and get into the swing of things now. When Mary bobbed up from the water this time, I grabbed her head and engaged her in a deep kiss, and then switched back to Mary, before, finally, the three of us shared a teasing, sexy, prolonged three-way kiss, and I grabbed Mary's hands and pushed them into Kathy's chest. This was turning out to be a very good trip. Kathy purred as she felt Mary's hands begin to rub her globes, and I joined in, as Mary asked in her own sexy southern twang, "Do yew think yew can handle a pair of neglected married women for about four hours in the back of a limo, John?" That was a challenge that I was determined to accept. "Well..." I gave the women a steady but confident look. "There are lots of things that I can do as a younger guy that the older ones can't. I can cum six times in a day and still get rock hard." This definitely peaked their attention. Mary sighed audibly and Kathy blushed in anticipation. I continued, setting the expectations, implicitly agreeing to their proposal. "And, I love the taste of pussy and I will stay buried between your legs the whole ride if you let me. And since you've displayed such touching Southern hospitality, anything you'd want to do, to me, or have me do to you, would never be off limits with me." The women nuzzled against my body. "Let's first take a shower and clean up for the ride, John," Kathy said, hopping out of the pool in an angle that let me peek right up her gaping pink asshole and pussy. Mary followed, and I saw for the first time a pair of long, tanned legs that looked like they were the approximate length of the Inter-Coastal Waterway. Mary winked at me as I watched the contrast of the pair of tight asses sashaying in front of me, Kathy's heart-shaped, petite and firm, Mary's lean and muscular. "Since yew've set the bar at six orgasms for yourself, let's get yew started on your first." There was an outdoor shower just off a shed near the patio, and I grabbed each of the older women by the back of their heads and they descended down onto my cock, Mary swallowing about four to five inches in her first gulp, while Kathy licked my balls and looked up at me, grinning happily. "Ah'm gonna have a lot of time today to practice mah deep throatin' techniques!" A few minutes later, I sprayed my first of a half-dozen cums that afternoon onto the gorgeous faces and talented lips and big tits of the two married southern cougars, who eagerly shared and sucked my sticky, thick seed into each other's mouths. So....Do ya'll wanna hear about our afternoon ride to Atlanta? Hilton Head Golf Partner Ch. 03 The first two installments of this series were posted in the 'Mature' category, if you'd like to read them before embarking on this journey. I've posted this final segment in the 'Group Sex' category for obvious reasons, as the sexually philanthropic Kathy is kind enough to share me. A one-way trip to Atlanta was never more pleasurable. Please enjoy...... After the outdoor shower and the wonderful dual blow job administered upon me by Kathy and our new friend, Mary, I sat on the patio while the women went upstairs to change into their attire for the limo ride to Atlanta. Since Mary was much taller than the petite Kathy and couldn't wear anything in her wardrobe, Mary had brought a small bag of clothes to change into, so it was clear that the ladies had orchestrated this plan with great forethought. Since I had already boasted that I was capable of providing the two older women with a half-dozen bursts of cum for the afternoon activities, I likened the initial tag-team hummer as the equivalent of a warm-up, the proverbial 'hitting a bucket of balls' before starting the round. Mary came outside first, explaining that Kathy was putting the finishing touches on her outfit and also packing a few 'goodies' for the ride, edible and otherwise. She looked fantastic, and I made a mental note that this was the first time I had seen her with clothes on. Her long, angular frame was adorned in a aqua blue, sleeveless, lace camisole blouse, and she wore a slate gray, short cotton miniskirt. Her big brown nipples were easily visible beneath an almost sheer white half-cup bra. We made good use of our time while waiting for Kathy to emerge as Mary straddled me on my chair, and we made out softly and passionately while I eased my hands underneath her blouse and massaged her ever-growing nipples to greater heights. "Your dick is crack cocaine, it's beautiful, I'm gonna suck it and ride it for four hours, you handsome young stud," she whispered in my ear, stroking my ego as well as my cock. As Mary bounced up and down on me, I opened my eyes during our kiss, and saw that Kathy was peering through the sliding glass door, watching, looking a bit jealous, or so it appeared to me. As much as Mary was turning me on, I got the feeling that she was much wilder than Kathy, a female Lothario. Kathy had already shared with me that I was her first extra-marital lover, and naively or not, I believed her. Mary, on the other hand, struck me as a woman who'd had her share of carnal rodeo rides in her day. The way she had so expertly sucked my cock had something to do with my hypothesis, and don't get me wrong, I sure wanted to be the recipient of that talent in the next several hours It seems strange to say, but pleasing Kathy was going to be my number one priority on this sexual trip on wheels. She was the one who had organized my 'present', but more than that, I was already starting to feel an emotional attachment to my beautiful older lover. Plus, not to be discounted cavalierly, her pussy tasted like nectar from the gods. I could suck on that sweet, fresh cunt all day. Mary was still nibbling on my neck and grinding into my crotch, oblivious to Kathy's presence, when I called out to Kathy. "Come here, beautiful, you look gorgeous from what I can see, so come closer." Kathy almost bashfully opened the screen door and eased through it, and my heart again fluttered like a schoolboy's. She had on a pastel, scoop-neck mini dress that was full of pink and purple floral prints that hugged her sensational, mature frame. Her large freckled tits peeked out invitingly from the dress, displaying ample yet tasteful cleavage. The best contrast I can convey was that Mary and Kathy reminded me of Veronica and Betty from the old Archie comics. Veronica, a/k/a Mary, was the tall brunette vixen/debutante. While Betty, alias Kathy, was the sweet, shy, somewhat self-conscious, blonde girl-next-door with the killer body. The song, "She Don't Know She's Beautiful" rang in my head as Kathy approached, watching Mary intently, whose thighs were now covering my own like a snuggie blanket, still on top of me and feeding me her hot, hungry tongue. I literally had to gently push Mary off of me, and as she extracted her warm thong-covered lap from mine, Mary cupped a palm to her ear. "I think I hear the limo in the driveway!" She picked up her bag and scurried around the gate, yelling, "I got shotgun!" She then turned and winked to us. "Just kidding!" Kathy and I couldn't help but smile as she disappeared around the corner of the house. I walked over to Kathy, took her pretty face in my hands, and kissed her deeply, a lover's kiss. I turned her around, lifted her hair from the nape of her neck, and began to trail soft kisses on her skin as she melted into my arms. I rubbed my fingers over the taut nubs on her bosom, and whispered in her ear, "Not that I'm not grateful for the present, mind you, but why wasn't the limo ride just for you and me?" Kathy raised her arms to pull my mouth closer to her neck, and moved her body backwards slightly so that her tiny little butt rested against the ever-present bulge within my shorts. "Three reasons, really. One, ah didn't know if ah could please you for four whole hours, ah was afraid you'd wear me out, and you'd get bored." I shook my head, trying to dissuade her anxiety. She looked down at my dick, bashfully. "Your dick is so fuckin' big, and you're so young, you're like a fuckin' machine." It was my turn to blush now, it was the first time I heard her talk like that. And I liked it. "Two, ah know Mary has a lot more experience than ah do in, um, these sort of things, and, well, ah thought ah might learn a few things of mah own from her." Her face now turned beet red, which I found adorable, I was already head over heels in puppy love whenever she blushed. "Three, well, truth is....." she hesitated, seeking the right words, then just blurted it out. "Ah've always wanted to watch." My dick rose at this sexy revelation. "And be watched." It got harder. "Ah want to see how it feels to be watched when fucking mah lover." Titanium now. "And to watch mah lover fuck another woman." She leaned back to kiss me over her shoulder, her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders as she did so. "So you see, you're mah fantasy fuck come true. Ah've waited fifteen years, and now ah have four hours NOT to be innocent, to live out all of mah desires. With you." Those sexy, southern lemon-lime pupils blazed in the sunlight. "Shall we go? Our ride's here, baby." Another pleasant surprise awaited me when we got to the limo. The limo driver, resplendent in her tailored uniform, including necktie over a crisp white shirt which showed a more than adequate rack, was a petite, attractive woman, perhaps fifty, with pale blue eyes and wheat-colored hair streaked with gray, tucked up beneath one of those chauffeur caps. She doffed her cap at Kathy and me as she held the door for us. Mary had already made herself more than comfortable in the spacious back seat, fiddling with the CD player. "Good afternoon, my name is Cindy, I'll be your driver today, and I'm here to make sure you have everything you need for an enjoyable ride." Cindy's eyes twinkled with the knowledge of a limo driver who had already done the math when she saw this trio of passengers. She looked at Kathy and smiled, a co-conspirator in this plot, the driver of the getaway vehicle. "Although, ma'am, if I may say so, it looks like y'all may already have all the entertainment y'all will need." Cindy then turned to me, and said, "Your clubs are already in the trunk, sir. Your GOLF clubs, that is." Her eyes bore into mine; this was a very sexy woman, there was no duplicity in that. "Enjoy your rides, sir." The emphasis on plural. She had one more question for Kathy. "Ma'am, do you mind if I leave the divider window down so that I can hear you and see you back there? You know, just in case you need anything?" Kathy eased into the rear of the limo, on one side of me while Mary hooked her arm under mine on the other side. "Actually, Cindy, I was going to request that myself, that will be fine." Kathy began to rub my cock over my zipper, making sure that Cindy had a clear view, and Cindy's eyes opened wide when she saw the tent in my shorts. Kathy purred suggestively, "Who knows? We just might be needing your services. I have a feeling you could be most accommodating." Shortly after we had exited the Hilton Head Country Club plantation neighborhood where Kathy lived, Cindy turned the limo onto Highway 278. Before we had reached the causeway bridge to enter the mainland, Kathy and I were necking like post-prom teenagers in the back seat, and Mary had peeled off her skirt and was lying prone on the seat with her legs on my lap, beginning to diddle herself beneath her the thin triangular patch of fabric over her pussy that served as a thong. Kathy pulled urgently on my zipper to pull my dick out of its prison while I lowered the scoop-neck on her dress and began to suck on her big, pink nips. Meanwhile, I lowered my left hand to Mary's crotch and eased her thong to the side and began to leisurely finger-fuck her glistening pussy. Mary began to moan, "I'm the only one who hasn't cum yet, I need to cum, I'm going to be selfish, I need to cum, I need to cum..." With one hand, I grabbed Mary by the ankles and slid her along the leather upholstery so that I could get a better angle at her pussy, so that her ass was pressed against my left hip. With the other, I lifted Kathy's slim frame by cupping her ass, and she got the message and placed one leg over mine, reached under her dress to extract her own lavender thong, and slid her sopping gash down onto my dick, causing both of us to moan as her swollen, puffy folds enveloped my shaft like a glove. I pulled the hem of Kathy's pretty dress up over her belly button, so that it reached the top of her dress, which had already been pulled down below her beautiful tits. The material bunched in a wad at her midsection as she began to ride my throbbing cock with alacrity, and she pressed her breasts together in an invitation for me to suck on them, and I eagerly complied. Meanwhile, I looked down at Mary and could see the puddle of wetness glistening on and between her slender thighs as both her fingers and two of my own invaded her slit in a tandem finger-fuck. She was so turned that she had literally soaked herself, granting her wish to cum by the manipulations of four fingers within her tunnel. It was an intoxicating, heady feeling to know that I had this power over two older, sex-starved women. I wanted to taste the moisture that had pooled there between Mary's legs, so even as I continued to push my cock deeper into Kathy's tight twat, I lowered my head and positioned it to allow for the best angle for penetration for a tongue-fucking of Mary's bald vulva. I felt the warm liquid within Kathy's cunt, bobbing up and down on my pole with urgency now, as her fantasy was being acted out, with a bonus twist. She was being watched while getting well-fucked by my big dick by both Mary and Cindy, who was peering with great interest into the rear mirror, while at the same time witnessing her good friend's pussy getting eaten, mere inches away. Slowly, I pushed my tongue inside Mary. I felt tiny spasms inside her wet hole with each movement, the muscles in her strong cunt reacting to the muscles of my flicking tongue tip. On top of me, Kathy's cunt made slow strokes on my cock, clenching it with each insertion, as if she was feeding from me. I plunged my tongue deeper into Mary, scooping my tongue to taste her warm juices, reaching further within her with each lick. I took my hands and spread Kathy's cunt with one hand and Mary's with the other, so that both of their beautiful gashes were open more to me. Displaying their gorgeous labia like flowers opening their petals to the sun. None of us could believe how deep my tongue went inside one hole, while my cock assaulted the other. Kathy's cunt squished with each thrust, while Mary shot small bursts of peppermint-tasting pussy cream into my lips. I continued my slow torture of the two married women. Moving in and out of two pussies, one with my tongue, one with my cock. Stabbing and then retracting, in varying speeds and rhythms. Hearing their groans, their exhortations...and then...... Mary came with a shudder and a violent heave of her flat tummy as my tongue tip reached her spongy g-spot deep inside of the top wall of her vaginal cavern. A stream of hot, white cum burst from her slit and saturated my face, and seconds thereafter, I felt Kathy's silky, soft cunt contract on my cock, and my cock head slapped against her cervix as her cunt opened wide to accept the full length of my shaft, liquid flowing out of her on the upstrokes, coating my belly with her ejaculate. Kathy collapsed to my right, rolling off of me with a satisfied grunt, her hand almost involuntarily rubbing her clit vigorously as she continued to shake in orgasmic after-shock. This allowed me to get a glimpse of Cindy in the front seat, and we made eye contact in the rear view mirror, and I could tell she was driving the limo with one hand while snaking her other hand down inside her tight pants. This momentarily distracted me from the next sensation I felt, which was Mary's warm mouth enveloping my dick. She had quickly rebounded from her own squirting session to commence on an oral exploration of my swollen cock, covered with Kathy's tasty fluids. Mary went down on me until I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. Beside me, Kathy was roused to attention as I cupped her head in my hand, and gently nudged her. "THIS is how you deep throat, sexy lady. Watch." Kathy and I both gently massaged her still engorged clit as we watched Mary's oral matinee show. Mary swirled her tongue all over my big, thick cock as it was deep in her talented mouth. Suddenly, she began going up and down on me, fast, real fast, sucking hard with her mouth encased in a tight 'O'. I began to moan in pleasure in response to the tight grip she had on my shaft with her full, red lips, and that encouraged her to go even faster. The faster she went the more I moaned. I yelled encouragement to Mary, "Yes, do me, you beautiful cocksucker. Take me all in!" I grabbed the back of her head and began to face-fuck her now, and a moan from Cindy up front wafted into the rear seat. Kathy reached over to cup my balls in her hand while Mary was blowing me, and gently she massaged my balls in her hand while her mouth moved to kiss me, and she began to suck my tongue while Mary sucked my cock. After a few more minutes of hard cocksucking and testicle massage by the two cougars, I felt my cock finally tighten up, my balls begin to swell. "Oh yess, Mary. Oh God, Kathy, I am gonna cuummmm." Mary continued sucking and opened her eyes in anticipation. Within seconds she felt me shoot my gooey, warm fluid into her mouth. Mary continued with her sucking until she decided I was done shooting and she felt my member soften, just a tad. After that, Mary thought it was safe and she sat up, took Kathy by the head, and spit all of my sticky cum seed into Kathy's mouth. She wiped any excess from my cock and Kathy's mouth and licked it off her fingers. In the front seat, Cindy came with a loud squeal, struggling to keep the car in the proper lane as her pants were now pushed to her ankles, her fingers dancing over her clit. Her hat was off now, and her face was flushed, and I could see that most of the buttons were loosened on her white blouse, displaying a profile of a very promising-looking pair of fifty-year-old tits. There was a deafening, awkward silence in the vehicle for a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, until Cindy took the lead with this ice-breaker. "Four people cumming within a minute or two. That's a record for this car, I can tell y'all that!" All three rear-seat passengers giggled, exhausted from this mobile sex show, and Kathy closed her eyes and rested her head on the rear headrest. "Jee-zus Fucking Christ, that was ah-may-zing!" Cindy was not shy, she next offered her services just as she had indicated when we left port about an hour before. "If you ladies run out of holes back there, I'd be glad to volunteer a few of my own, it's torture to sit here and watch that huge cock and not get a feel of it." She pointed to the clock on the dashboard. "Hey, we still have a little under three hours to go." I was filled with a sex-fueled adrenalin and confidence that only being the cocksman in a steaming FFM can induce. "Mary's next, Cindy, but if you really want to, I would love to have you ride my cock, also." Kathy's eyes popped open in reaction to my bold declaration. "See," Kathy said. "And you wanted to know why I invited Mary along, and now you're ready to do the driver, too." She shook her head, and I'm still not sure whether it was in disbelief, disappointment, or admiration. Cindy retreated just a bit, she didn't want to overstep her boundaries. "Hey, I'm just the hired help here, and believe me, I'd pay to watch that show again. But like I said, I'm here if you need me, sugar." Mary, the pragmatic, experienced one when it came to solving complex sexual equations, piped up with a brilliant idea, at least from my perspective. "Well, I don't think we could pull over to the side of the road and still get John to the airport on time. But, I'll tell you what, Cindy, it's my turn next, but after I fuck John, how about I take the wheel from you for a spell, and you can get back here and enjoy your, uh...." Mary began to stroke my cock, feeling it coming back to life in her palm. She shook her head in marvel. "Your, uh, gratuity here. It's a REALLY big tip." Cindy unclasped the snap of her bra, and a pair of obviously surgically enhanced, but still very edible-looking titties spilled out. "I like the way you think, girlfriend. Now ride that cowboy!" To assure that Kathy wasn't feeling left out or betrayed, I took her into my arms and snuggled her against me, and whispered tenderly in her ear, "You'll get me last, and you're still the best. But for now, you get to enjoy one of your fantasies, so sit back and watch me fuck your friend." I turned to look at Mary, and she returned my gaze with flaming lust in her eyes. "Hard," I promised. I took Kathy's hand and placed it on my half-erect dick, already once again rising like Lazarus in conjunction to the dual caressing of Mary and Kathy, and began to make out with Mary. Once fully ready for lift-off, Mary turned around and rode me reverse-cowgirl-style, so that "Cindy can see my tits", as she announced to our intimate group. How thoughtful. Cindy bounced up and down on my cock in a steady rhythm. The girl could really fuck, I had to give her that, I could definitely see her as a gang-bang girl and wondered silently how many men she had enjoyed at one time, it was apparent that she knew from dick, as they say in New York. Her position allowed me to maneuver my cock into her at varying speeds and angles, and it also permitted me to lap and suck on Kathy's perfect tits while doing so. I made it a point to try to run my tongue over each and every freckle, and any envy that Kathy may have been feeling was soon forgotten when she began to writhe and arch her back in response to my oral attention on her twin mounds. "You have sensational tits, Kathy," I mumbled, my mouth full of her delicious breasts, as Mary reached under my shaft buried inside of her and grabbed my sack, giving them what I call a 'frumunda squeeze' (from unda my balls!). I looked up at Kathy as she smiled down at me contentedly, two nipples being attended to simultaneously. "Almost as tasty as your pussy. I could eat every bit of you all day." Hilton Head Golf Partner Ch. 03 Kathy rewarded me with a deep kiss and I took the opportunity to grab Mary's slender, athletic hips and thrust her down on me with all my strength, and the unmistakable sound of heavy balls slapping against firm ass flesh resonated through the confines of the limo, and I fucked Mary into orgasmic oblivion, then called sweetly up to Cindy, "Next pit stop, pull over, Mary will take your place at the wheel, Cindy." Mary responded with a groan. "That is, if she doesn't take a nap first. But a deal's a deal!" Twenty miles later, Kathy and Mary gathered up their clothes strewn throughout the limo, pulled them on hurriedly, and ran into the roadside highway restroom to pee. By the time they had even gotten to the bathroom, Cindy had already removed her uniform, revealing a surprisingly fit torso, climbed into the back seat and had begun earnestly sucking my cock. Cindy was a verbal one, she liked her dirty talk, it was clear. "Oh, yeah," she moaned as she slurped and spread tiny strands of saliva all over my cock, still greased by Mary's most recent cum. "Look at this big, young cock, beautiful, I'm gonna take this monster deep in my throat, and then my cunt, and then up my ass." That definitely captured my attention. Cindy saw the ladies returning to the car and leered up at me. "They didn't offer their tight little asses to you like I will, did they, stud? Let's show them how a older lady ass-fucks a big, young, strong cock, huh?" She resumed her ardent sucking as Mary assumed the wheel and Kathy hopped in the back, wide-eyed at the zeal with which Cindy was attacking my cock. Mary started the ignition and fiddled with the control panels for a while, acclimating herself to piloting a limo for her inaugural voyage, and by the time we steered back onto to I-16, I had laid down flat on my back and Cindy commenced to ride me with a fury, shouting obscenities the whole time, as the other two ladies sat in silence as the horny fifty-year-old chauffeur did a play-by-play of our fucking, alternating my shaft into both her pussy and her anus in thirty-second frenzied intervals. "Oooooh, yes, Christ, fuck, that's it, fuck me, unggh, oh yeah, what a dick, what a fucking cock, yeah, oomph, fuck me, stud, gimme that big dick, give it to me, give it to Cindy, give it to Momma, fuck me, stuff my cunt, fuck my ass, fill my holes, that's it, ooh, yeah, fucckkkkkkk." I had to admit that Cindy's words were having their desired effect on me, and despite already having fucked for two hundred miles with a cute, sweet hottie in her forties and her slutty friend in her late thirties, Cindy was probably the best fuck of all. Her words and movements and the intense chemistry that she evoked from me with her unbridled sexual enthusiasm soon had me shooting another load of hot semen up her talented cunt, my third of the day. She swooped down with her mouth and sucked every last drip from me, like she was savoring a cup of Maxwell House coffee. Good to the last drop. I looked out the window to spy a road sign that said, "Atlanta, 47 miles". "Ladies," I announced to the trio. "I need some 'alone' time with our hostess here. Mary, please pull over when you can and let Cindy assume her duties." "Gladly," Mary chuckled. "This thing isn't easy, it's like driving a fucking tank." Five miles later, Cindy resumed her driving responsibilities, and Mary attempted to hop in the back, but I hit the power lock. "Nope, sorry, front seat only for you for the remainder of our trip to Atlanta." She peered in through the tinted windows with an incredulous pout. I leaned Kathy back prone on the seat, raised her dress over her needy sweet cunt, and lowered my head to her pussy, which is where my day began, and where it would end. Forty minutes and five tongue-lapping-and-finger-fucking-induced orgasms later, Kathy lay reclined on the rear seat as the limo pulled into the "Deprtaing Flight" check-in area at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport Terminal B. The 'red cap' man who checked my golf clubs never even noticed the naked Kathy lying on the back seat with her dress up around her neck, passed out, cum oozing from her golden pussy, with my business card tucked in her purse, with a note on the back that read: "Fly to Philadelphia. Soon. I owe you a few presents." But the man did notice, very much so, as did most of the customers around the Delta check-in line, when Mary and Cindy and I exchanged a hot three-way good-bye kiss curbside. Two days later, I received an e-mail from an address I didn't recognize, with an attachment. I opened it, and saw a photo of Kathy, legs spread, with three fingers disappearing in her pink labia. The e-mail contained one word. "When?" Hilton Head Golf Partner "I'm not playing golf with Paul tomorrow. Instead, I'm going to have you again before you have to fly back home. I'll be in my pool at noon. Join me, just come to the back of the house, it's safe. I'll have another present for you, which you'll like." Her address was scrawled below. I placed the note back on the night stand and lay there, wide awake, wondering if I should accept the invitation.