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Rimming the Cup

By: Stardog Champion



"Blind squirrels find a nut every now and then," 51 year old Judy Melvin told herself as she aimlessly stumbled through the undergrowth in the woods just off the 6th fairway. 

"But probably not this time," the freshly minted grandmother grumbled as she dodged what looked to be a patch of poison ivy.

"Not exactly my idea of a relaxing vacation," she shook her head and thought as she looked for the little white dimpled heathen her husband had just shanked off the tee.

Playing a round of alternate shot with a couple she and Wesley had met the night before, the next swing belonged to Judy and she was determined to find the thing.

"Look at him out there gabbing on his cellphone...so much for getting away from the office for a week," the lifelong native of Cincinnati chirped as she used one of her clubs to shove aside the brush and shrubbery.

Wesley Melvin had won an all expense paid trip to Myrtle Beach a few weeks back, providing he and his wife their first opportunity to take a real vacation in nearly a decade. Granted 10 free rounds of golf came with the prize, but Judy had gone south with visions of shopping excursions, lazy afternoons by the pool and visits to the resort's spa. 

While she didn't exactly hate her husband, or his golfing addiction, at that moment both were numbers one and two, with a bullet, on her shit list. If it hadn't been for how well she'd hit it off with the Masons, the couple from the suburbs of Chicago they'd met the night before, Judy wouldn't be anywhere near the course playing a round.

"The son-of-a-bitch can't even hit the toilet when he's standing directly over top of it half the time...how is he supposed to hit a golf ball straight," Judy looked through the woods and cringed as her husband continued to lambast whoever he was talking to from his office back home.

"Need some help...you know I'm allergic to bees...right?" Lynette Mason said from the sundrenched fairway, making it all too clear she wouldn't be venturing into the woods to help her new friend.

As annoying as Judy's husband could be, at least he did it in an understated way. Nothing compared to the band of brutish louts that were playing a couple of holes ahead of the Melvins and Masons. The sounds of those men's' obscenity laden frolicking filtered readily through the calm, mid February air, but it wasn't to the point where Judy found it necessary to report them. At the moment she had far more disconcerting matters at hand, finding her husband's wayward drive.

"Oh...there's a ball," she instantly perked up, shuffling towards the lonely little orb only to realize it wasn't hers.

"Just play it anyway and get on with the round," she told herself, knowing it would break every long standing rule of golf.

"No...just look for yours a little whole longer...you can always come back to that one," Judy decided.

It was a decision that would lead to a breach in etiquette the Royal & Ancient never covered.

The swath of woods Judy was traipsing through separated the 6th fairway her group was playing from the 11th where the group of loudmouths were currently at. Much to her chagrin, it appeared as if one of them had also shanked a shot of course when the loudest of the guys took a few steps into the woods about 150 feet up the hill.

"Maybe that ball I just saw was his," Judy mumbled out loud, deciding if it was in fact, she'd just keep that little secret to herself.

As it turned out, the guy was more concerned with freeing the previous few beers he'd drank instead of finding a wayward drive.

"Ohh...Yuck," she bit her lip and groaned, lowering her head instantly as a blush came across her face.

The topography of the course had the back nine at a slightly higher grade than the front nine Judy's group was currently on. Even though the guy in question was a half a football field away however, and close to 20 feet above the level she was standing, Judy could still hear the faint echo of his piss stream sizzling down on the foliage lining the forest floor.

"Oh God...what if he see's me," Judy's stomach rolled, instinctively looking up to make sure his eyes hadn't latched on to her.

Thankfully, he seemed more concerned tipping the can of Bud Light to his mouth with his left hand as he steadied his penis in his left.

"He must have started drinking at dawn," she incredulously noted, thinking it was impossible for a man to pee for as long as this guy seemingly was.

Sensing she was safe from view, just to be sure Judy still slunk behind a tree and waited there until the coast was clear. Hidden out of the way, she did lose her ability to hear the man's stream hitting the ground. Taking a quick peek back up the hill, Judy looked out just in time to see the guy shaking the last few drops of dew from his prick head before stuffing the thing back inside his Dockers.

There in seclusion, for the first time since the man unzipped and proceeded to pee, something about the proportionality of it all simmered inside Judy's head. Before she could make any meaning of it however, her husband yelled out from the fairway.

"Give it up Judy...the Masons said I could take a mulligan," Wes hollered down from the tee. 

Judy waited until the guy above had tossed his empty beer can off into the woods then made his way back out to join his group before she turned to join hers. When she walked back out from the woodline, suddenly the Sun seemed much warmer on her skin than it had before.

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Two nights following Judy's 'encounter' with the vulgar stranger on the golf course, she found herself having dinner with her husband at one of the town's finer establishments. They were about halfway through the meal when the familiar tone of the same man raised the hair on the back of Judy's neck. Even though the dining room was dimly lit, she looked over her husband's left shoulder and recognized the guy in question standing with several of his friends on the far side of the bar, 30 or so feet away.

Just the cocksure and arrogant sound of the man's voice made Judy nauseous. One second she was enjoying five star cuisine, and the next she was tempted to spit a mouthful of it out in her napkin. Through it all, her husband continued to tell a longwinded story, oblivious to his wife's distraction.

"Umm...humm...Yeah...uh...huh," Judy would occasionally nod her head and reply, having learned long ago how to fake her attention with Wes even though her focus was squarely somewhere else.

If Wesley Melvin had surveyed the gaze of his wife of 25 years just a tad closer, he may have been startled by the glow of ambiguous fascination in her hazel eyes. 

Lost in a self induced fog, it took a few seconds for Judy to realize her husband was addressing her directly.

"...dessert, hon...what do you think you'll want for dessert?" Wes asked, studying the menu as he put the finishing touches on his entree.

"...Oh...I don't know...I might just skip it," Judy blathered, still looking over her husband's left shoulder with such subtlety he'd think she was staring at him.

If he'd looked up from the dessert options at just the right moment, Wes would have seen that gleam of fascination in Judy's eyes suddenly ember into to jealousy when the man at the bar began conversing with a 20 something blonde.

Without her glasses, the restaurant was way too dark for Judy to get a good look at the goings on at the bar, and the last thing she wanted to do was be too obvious in her interest. Each time she tried focusing her attention back on her husband and her meal however, she felt a gnawing urge to stare back over his shoulder.

"...I've got to get up...gotta use the ladies room...," Judy finally said, pushing herself back from the table.

Wes seemed relatively unphased, only giving her a cursory nod as he chewed the last few bites of his entree.

"You OK?" he managed to ask after swallowing.

"Oh...yeah...just need to powder up?" Judy replied, tapping him reassuringly on the shoulder as she passed even though her eyes were clearly locked on the party clustered around the far end of the bar.

It had been awhile since Judy Melvin had worn 4 inch heels, and she was so self conscious about keeping her balance stepping away from the table that she nearly toppled over the foot of the man sitting to her right.

"Oh...Ooops...sorry," she croaked, patting her chest and taking a few deep breaths before resuming her journey across the dining room.

"You're gonna walk right past him, Judy...you're not even gonna look in his direction," she defiantly braced herself as she neared the spot the man's group was gathered.

Getting close enough the pick up on the scent of the young blonde's perfume however, something primal tripped within the married mother of two. The last thing Judy expected was for the guy to divert his attention from the platinum blonde he was chatting up when she walked past. 

The strands of her curly chestnut brown hair, streaked with a hint of gray, tickling her rouge colored cheeks each time she took a step, it wasn't long before Judy got her first enthralling whiff of the man's cologne.

"Just keep your face forward and don't trip," she kept telling herself as she navigated the mine field of shuffling feet and chair legs lining the path to the bathroom.

Just as she was about to pass the spot he was standing however, the man darted like a hawk into her peripheral vision. Stopping, as anyone would, Judy politely offered the gentleman the chance to go first. In that fraction of a second, Judy was able to study the guy without looking too obvious in her appraisal. He appeared to be in his late 30's, was nicely tanned, and seemed much taller than she thought in the moments of looking at him a few days earlier standing on the hill above her.

"I'm headed to the bathroom...care to join me. You can watch me take a piss again," Judy swore she heard the words leaving the man's lips.

Shaking her head as if a transistor had blown between her ears, Judy watched the man's lips move a second time before realizing he'd simply said, "Go ahead...ladies first."

"Uhhh...thanks," Judy sheepishly nodded her head before bowing it and trudging forward.

"God...this is so embarrassing...I'm going mad," she shook her head and mumbled as she stepped towards the door of the women's room, and the sanctuary that waited inside.

Before she could disappear inside however, Judy could sense the man's presence behind her, and in the reflection of the freshly buffed door she could see he wasn't alone.

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"What are you gonna do now?" Judy asked herself, having made the trip to the restroom when in all honesty, she didn't need to use it.

Taking a few seconds to freshen her make-up and primp her hair in the mirror, Judy thanked her lucky stars she didn't look as disheveled as she felt. Having the bathroom all to herself for the moment, she even gave herself a little verbal pep talk to grow up.

"Get on back out there and enjoy your dinner with your husband," she chided the face staring back. "You've been waiting for a vacation for over five years and you've finally got one, yet you're in here in a bathroom talking to yourself."

Perhaps it was an extended case of empty-nest syndrome, but both her daughters had graduated college over the past few years and had been out of the house for quite awhile. Perhaps it was the after-effects of the change of life she'd just gone through, and the continued wrestling match with her out of whack hormones. More likely, and perhaps more selfishly, it was simply an outgrowth of the perceived lack of attention she was getting at home. A problem that served as an extra set on carry-on baggage that had made the 1000 mile trip south with the couple. Perhaps it was something as simple as missing the feeling of being desired.

Trying to pull herself out of her malaise of self pity, the faint echo of voices coming from the men's room on the other side of the wall trickled up through Judy's eardrums.

"Geez...," she muttered. "You'd think a nice place like this would have a little more insulation between the walls."

The longer she listened however, the genesis of the sounds became readily apparent.

Knowing the guy at the bar had fallen in line behind her on the way to the restroom, Judy made the natural assumption that one of his drinking buddies had to answer the call of nature as well. Hearing the clear traces of a female voice on the other side of the wall, it slowly dawned on Judy what might be going on.

"Just get back out there and finish your dinner before it gets cold...get out there before Wes comes looking for you," Judy tried telling herself, but her feet gradually began edging in the direction of the bathroom stalls to the spot on the wall where the sounds seemed to be centered.

"At least you're snooping around in a restroom at a fancy restaurant...not at some dive bar somewhere," Judy tried to make some light of her situation as she clicked the door of the stall closed behind her.

Locked inside, the walls of the stall seemed to amplify the noise coming from the men's room. It wasn't hard to make out what the feminine giggling and joviality over there was leading to.

"How long do you think you can stand in here before some other lady walks in?" she calmly asked herself as she guided her head towards the wall above the toilet.

"God, this is so tawdry," she scolded herself, knowing how it must look with her teetering on the tips of her heels to press the side of her head flat against the ivory tiles.

It wasn't long before the giggling on the other side of the wall ceased, followed by a few seconds of silence then the occasional rustle of clothing and shifting bodies.

"You're not going to be able to hear anything," Judy started to mouth when the thump of two hands caused the wall to vibrate in front of her.

The cartridge of her right ear flush against the cool smooth surface, Judy held her breath as her pulse raced, listening for the crude, telltale signs of impromptu coitus.

Visualizing the blonde from the peeks she'd taken earlier, Judy kept her head tilted to the side as the sounds steadily morphed from playfulness to something a tad more serious. A frigid tremor raced down Judy's spine when she heard the girl gasp through the wall.

"Little bit more than you thought, huh," Judy heard the man's haughty remark as the girl continued to whimper, the sound of her fingernails clear as she undoubtedly tried gaining a hold of the wall in the opposite stall.

Instantly, Judy was transported a day and a half back to the woods lining that 6th fairway where her husband's golf ball was lost. Suddenly Judy now grasped what had been so odd about the proportionality of what she'd seen as the man took a piss.

Not exactly a veteran of watching men pee, she'd still seen enough penises over the years to have some grasp of what they looked like urinating. Closing her eyes as she disappeared 36 hours back in time, Judy now remembered the obscene way the man's dick swung far lower than she'd expected as he watered the ground below.

With each successive breath, the girl's cries grew in intensity and volume, causing goose bumps to rise on Judy's bare shoulders. Unable to see for herself what was transpiring just a few feet away, Judy's mind created its own narrative.

The girl and the guy had likely been flirting with each other for awhile before she joined his group at the bar. There had been some playful back and forth until the guy pretty much knew he had her in the bag anytime he wanted. Taking poetic license, Judy envisioned how the man had warned the young girl what she might be in for only to have her jokingly laugh it off as false bravado. Judy then imagined how the man took the girl's dainty hand into his strong, insistent grip and lowered it towards his crotch as his buddies stared on, essentially acting as a shield from anyone else watching in the restaurant.

A tingle swept like buckshot through Judy's quim when she pictured how the girl must have jumped when the guy pressed her hand down on the log growing along the inside of his thigh. Closing her own left hand against the wall to steady herself, Judy's mouth watered as girl yelped once again.

Instead of wasting their time walking back to the hotel down the street, the girl told the man to take her right there in the establishment's restroom.

"They were walking right behind you, Jude...they may have been on their way into the ladies room to do it before you ducked in and they just went into the men's room as plan B," she theorized.

Now it seemed clear the girl's mouth had written a check her ass couldn't cash.

"GGAAAWWDDD...AAAHHHGGRRR... AAAHHHH...GO SLOW...PLLEEEZZZEEE," Judy heard the girl beg, the youthful exuberance and confidence in her voice all but gone.

"I thought you said you could handle it," the guy cockily crooned, the sound of his hand slapping the girl's ass stinging Judy's ears as she voyeuristically listened.

"...Just...please...go...slow," the girl now sounded very young and unsure of herself as her fingernails continued to dig at the smooth tiled surface of the wall.

"I am," he jeered. " I've barely even shoved the head in!"

Envisioning how it must look with the girl bent over the toilet, her face mere inches from Judy's through the wall, Judy could see the man perched behind her, hiking the girl's skirt up and twisting the strand of her black thong aside he guided his horse-hung girth between the tender pale cheeks of her ass.

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Angelique Maybin was 25, and on vacation for the first time since graduating college. Working as a pharmaceutical sales rep, things were going quite well for the vivacious former Carolina cheerleader. Between a great paying job where she got to hobnob with bunches of wealthy men, a company issued Corvette and the perks that came with being stunningly beautiful, Angel pretty much had it made.

Perfectly suited for her career, Angel was nearly 5'9" with long natural blonde hair that hung halfway down her back when she didn't have it up. Possessing the body of a spokesmodel, she also had a personality to match. No matter what room it may be, every head (male and female) would inevitably turn whenever she walked in. Things were no different that particular night.

Always making a point to narrow her focus down to the most desirable men in the room, Angel rarely had a problem landing her target. Within 15 minutes of cozying up to the bar, she'd found her match for the evening with a well tanned business man from Tempe named Byron Hodges. Playing coy for a couple of minutes, Angel finally accepted the invitation to join Byron and his friends for a few drinks and not so polite conversation. 

Having escorted on and off to help pay her way through school, Angel could generally peg men like Byron a mile away. Even into young adulthood, she found herself instantly gravitating to guys just like him who seemed worldly, confident, and more to the point, financially secure. Perhaps it was the fact she never knew her father growing up, perhaps it was the nice things they occasionally bought her, or deep down, perhaps it was just the feeling that she was getting attention from someone perceived as important. In any event, Byron was squarely in Angel's wheelhouse, and as with most serendipitous liaisons, the feeling was mutual.

There was no question Byron enjoyed the attention he was getting from his friends, not to mention the wandering glance of most everyone in the place for having the prettiest girl in the room hanging on his every word. He could have whisked Angel out of there anytime he wanted, but when the flirtatious banter led to possibly consummating the deed in a risqué place, the restaurant's powder room seemed like the most convenient shot. They would have, in fact, done it in the ladies room if Judy hadn't walked in there just in front of them. Thus, they settled for the men's.


Rimming the Cup



When Byron first alluded to the size of his endowment, Angel had been around the block enough to assume he was kidding, or at least exaggerating. Even when he nudged up against her several times, she could feel the fleshy, throbbing log against her side, but didn't have a worry whatsoever it was something she couldn't manage. There were a couple of mitigating factors. Worried that it may have been too close to her time of the month, Angel was hesitant to allow the stranger to plant his stake inside her womb considering his insistence not to wear a condom. Given her unflinching desire to add Byron's notch to her bedpost, or bathroom stall as the case may be however, Angel suggested he take her from behind - a suggestion that elicited a spate of headshaking laughter from Byron and his friends.

Having developed a taste for anal sex many years earlier, there hadn't been too many guys over the years she couldn't accommodate, and frankly give just as good as she got as they jammed their cock up her ass. Having felt Byron's girth a few times through his trousers, Angel's drunken confidence was at an all time high that she could take him.

"If you say so," Byron eventually agreed before leading her to the restroom with a clear sense of anticipation, and just a dash of trepidation.

Sadly for Byron, his worst fears were realized. Angel had talked a good game, and maybe under different circumstances she may have been able to back up her bravado. By the time Byron had pushed her dress up and pressed the head of his beast into the rim of her puckered pink rectum, it was clear this wouldn't end well. Angel wasn't dealing with the drunk frat boys back at college, or some of the rinky-dink sugar daddies she occasionally graced with her presence. The whimpering, cat-like cry she gave when Byron shoved his ample spear forward showed clearly this was the first time she'd ever put her body through anything so daunting.

While Angel had made a few exploratory advances back at the bar to get an idea of what she was dealing with, while she had an accurate estimate of Byron's length, she'd sorely underestimated his uncommon circumference.

Taking more joy than he really should in the way the young girl teetered on her expensive black pumps as he bent her over the toilet, Byron's skin crawled from the sound of her manicured nails raking down the tiles to each side of her bent and trembling head. Holding his free hand on the back of Angel's neck, he could feel every nerve in her athletic body quivering as he burrowed his manhood forward.

"I can do this damnit...just go slow...please don't split me down the middle," Angel's voice rattled through the ladies room as she tediously tried bucking her rear end backwards against Byron's unforgiving slab.

Having locked the door to the men's room when they'd entered, Byron knew he was safe from being interrupted on his end. He'd honestly given no thought to anyone on the other side of the wall hearing what was going one between him and Angel, but frankly, given his exhibitionistic sense of drama, knowing a woman was over there hanging on his every move would have likely pushed Byron to finish the what he'd started.

Instead, Byron decided to just let things go when Angel's will gave out.

"Oh God...I'm so sorry...I want to but I can't," the young girl muttered in defeat against the tear-soaked swath of wall, falling forward just enough that Byron's barely embedded shaft plopped free from her burning behind.

Patting her left hand across her chest as she worked her skirt back down with her right, Angel spent a few moments in vain trying to gather herself before turning to face the man standing behind her.

"...I'm sorry," she sobbed once again when she did, using her wrist to dab at running nose as she melted under the man's stoic, "I told you so" glare.

His dick continuing to jut like a jagged shank between them, Angel allowed her gaze to settle on it, but it seemed to have the same mockingly diabolical stare as the man it was attached to.

"Couldn't handle it, could you?" she swore she heard the thing say to her.

Byron fully intended to make Angel get down on her knees and finish the task she'd aborted, but the sudden knock at the locked door killed whatever mood was left.

"Fuck," Byron growled, rolling his eyes as he stared down at the beautiful but broken girl standing before him.

Stuffing the still rigid cylinder of his manhood back inside his pants, Byron motioned for Angel to head out of the stall first. Even if he hadn't gotten exactly what he wanted out of the tryst, he was still intent on every eye that watched her exit the bathroom thinking he had. Seeing the way the girl's knees knocked as she unlocked the door and slipped, head bowed, past the man waiting to get in, Byron knew his purpose was served.

Having ducked out the ladies room a minute or so before Byron and Angel emerged, Judy had just taken her seat across from her husband when the couple from the men's room stepped back out into the bar. Sure enough, several faces turned in the direction of the pretty blonde in heels wobbling out the door, followed closely by a tanned and handsome man exiting the door confidently behind her.

Judy knew most everyone watching would quickly be able to add two and two, even though she was the only one who truly knew what went on inside that bathroom. She even had to fight the motherly urge to console Angel Maybin as she slipped past the Melvin's table on her way out the restaurant.

"Honey...let's get the check and head back to the hotel," Judy whispered seductively, across the table, to her husband. 

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It had been a long, long time since Judy Melvin found herself that aroused. It had been three full weeks since she'd had sex with her husband, nearly a week and a half since she'd taken the liberty to blow off some steam and pleasure herself. Combine that natural build-up of energy with what she'd heard unfold during her trip to the bathroom, and Judy was frothing at the bit to get back to the hotel for any semblance of relief.

Sadly, after a long day of drinking, two rounds of golf and a five course dinner, Wesley Melvin wasn't feeling quite the same urgency. Judy had gotten her husband undressed and into bed, even performed fellatio on him in hopes he'd do something to return the favor, but it wasn't to be.

Wesley had an 8am tee-time at one of the most popular courses at the resort the following morning, and once he came from his wife's overly enthusiastic oral efforts, he simply rolled over and checked out, leaving Judy with several more layers of pent-up frustration and now a salty, metallic aftertaste on her palate for her troubles.

There was a brief spat, considerably one sided since Wesley had all but dozed off, leaving Judy with nothing but time, and a bushel full of raging hormones, on her hands.

"Could go in the bathroom and take the edge off," she groused, knowing that option would have been better served if she'd just dithered herself back at the restaurant restroom while the proverbial iron was white hot.

"I need a cigarette," she ran her hands through her hair and groaned, weaving across the room to mix herself another drink at the mini bar.

Judy Melvin hadn't smoked in four years. Quitting after several failed attempts had been one of her proudest accomplishments, but now the serpent of want had eagerly slithered into every facet of her being.

"There's a 24 hour convenience store down at the end of the block. I need some fresh air anyway," she swirled the ice around her glass before throwing it back.

Still clothed in the little black dress she wore to dinner, Judy touched up her hair, grabbed her purse and disappeared out into the night.

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Byron Hodges wasn't use to being let down in such a way. Always having a knack to belly up to beautiful women, Angel Maybin was a looker, even by his high standards. To have a girl that attractive, and seemingly so polished, agree to let him have his way with her in a men's room stall would have the most decadent capstone to an evening he could ever remember. Sadly, it was too good to be true.

Walking out of the bathroom after their soiree went south, Byron still strutted back up to the bar to rejoin his friends as if he had sealed the deal. Seeing several of the eyes in the room watch Angel scurry away after leading him out from the men's room, Byron gave them all a wry smile when they turned their gaze back to him. Everyone who bothered to look would have certainly thought the tanned man from Tempe had just hit a grand slam, that is other than a nondescript woman sitting with her husband at a table several feet away. She was the only one who knew he'd been thrown out at home plate.

Even though Byron would never know that woman's name. As fate would have it however, he happened to stumble into her an hour or so after the debacle in the bathroom. Having ducked out of that bar with his buddies less than a minute earlier, Byron set his sights on another place down the block in hopes of a fresh pool of potential pussy. Little did he know he'd meet it on the sidewalk before he even got there.

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"Hopefully I can get down this street to the store without getting accosted," Judy laughed nervously once she was on the street, wishing she'd grabbed a jacket to throw on over her outfit as the evening chill gradually set in.

"You're in Myrtle Beach, girl, not back home in Cincinnati," she tried to reassure herself, but given the inebriated state of many of the men she was passing on the sidewalk, she almost felt like she'd been swept up in a middle aged version of Spring Break.

Judy would have been relieved to know the guys were casting their sophomoric attention in the direction of a hot little Filipino number that was walking a few paces in front of them. Only a step or two away from passing them and putting those crude men in her rear view forever, Judy's woozy gait, in the end, was her downfall.

"UUUHHHH," the guy on the far left end of the pack grunted when Judy crashed into his side.

"OH GOD...I'm so sorry," the older woman stammered, communicating immediately that it was her fault.

"Oh...No problem...you alright?" Damon Reddick asked, the youngest of the group of guys Byron Hodges had come east to visit.

"Yeah...thanks...again...I'm sorry," Judy re-affirmed before trying to stagger sheepishly away.

Despite Judy Melvin's stately elegance, tight package for her age and clearly inebriated state, Damon had no interest in pursuing the chance encounter. Favoring much younger fare, Damon politely waved Judy past as if she was a nun.

Byron, on the other hand, looked at the woman in the black cocktail dress with a slightly more tilted eye.

"You were the lady who ducked into the ladies room at the bar before I could get that blonde in," Byron's brown eyes sparkled with silent insinuation.

"Yes...Yes I was," Judy's reluctant gaze gave its equally silent admission.

"So...you heard everything that went on, didn't you?" Byron arched his eyebrow accusingly.

"Sadly...yes," Judy nodded her chin ever so slightly to convey her answer.

"You guys...you go on ahead and get us a table up the street...I'll catch up in a minute," Byron shooed away his buddies as he tried to take stock in the glassy-eyed woman wobbling on her high heels in front of him.

The cigarettes she'd come all the way out for may as well have been on the far side of the Sahara. Totally unaware of the stare Byron's two friends were giving over their shoulders as they slowly edged towards the bar down the street, Judy clutched her purse tightly over her left shoulder and tried not to wither under the man's scalding gaze.

"You out here alone?" Byron asked, sensing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.

Fidgeting noticeably, Judy finally mumbled her she was.

"Wanna go inside for a drink?" Byron nearly asked, but the primal, age-old gleam in the older woman's eyes told him no more breaking of the ice would be needed.

"My hotel's a block over," he said with cool, succinct calm.

"Forget the hotel," a vivacious voice Judy didn't even recognize echoed in her head. "If you want me to, I'll drop down to my knees and suck you off right here on the sidewalk.

Swallowing hard as she tried to mute that inner voice of bestial want, Judy simply told the stranger ,"I've got a better idea."

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One has to wonder when Robert Trent Jones designed a golf course, if he envisioned a trail of discarded clothing leading to one of his picturesque greens. That was the exact scene at a few minutes before midnight leading to the Par 3 16th hole on one of his signature courses at Myrtle Beach. 

A mere eight hours before Wesley Melvin was to tee off on the very same course, his wife of nearly 30 years found herself being led through the evergreen woodline, towards the 16th green by a man that was decidedly not her husband.

Kicking off her dew soaked heels once she was safely out of the woods, Judy shivered feeling the cool, velvety smoothness of the grass beneath her bare feet as the nameless man's edged her forward.

Byron Hodges had taken part in his fair share of outrageous hook-ups, but even by his extreme standards, Judy Melvin's suggestion had been quite novel.

"Right about here?" he whispered into the married woman's ear before tasting the salty traces of her need as he nibbled at the nape of her neck.

"...Uhhhh...Yep..." Judy trembled, nearly tripping on the flagstick marking the exact spot she'd envisioned.

"I think we can tap in from here," Byron's warm breath rattled through Judy's brain as he lowered her down to her knees.

There had been several forks Judy could have chosen to keep from flinging herself into that adulterous chasm. Perhaps it was the wine clouding her judgment, or the accumulation of her long deprived want. Perhaps it was simply Byron's overwhelming, larger than life presence crippling her ability to put the brakes on. One minute she'd been standing on a crowded sidewalk, her gaze locked with a man she didn't even know. The next, she was on her knees at the man's feet beneath the flawless stars of a crisp southern sky.

Judy knew the man could have walked into that bar with his friends and had his pick of pretty much any woman inside, just as he had with the blonde back at the restaurant earlier that evening. Yet, there he was, somehow alone with her. For the first time since Judy could remember, she wasn't a wife or mother, friend or neighbor. She was simply the lone object of a man's crude desire, and the out of body experience that realization created was nothing short of gloriously inhibiting.

Whatever that girl in the bathroom had started, Judy's searing and sole focus was to finish it. The daunting scope of that intended endeavor hit home, literally, when Byron unzipped his fly and pulled the club-like girth free, then smacked the rigid girth across Judy's left cheek.

The same penis she'd stolen a peek at a few days ago in the woods, the very same one she was picturing while it was pillaging a girl half her age on the other side of a bathroom wall just hours earlier, was now resting like a throbbing kielbasa on the side of her face. Feeling the strength of Byron's fingers kneading through her hair as he towered above her, Judy cocked her head and parted her lips as far as she could to accommodate the virile beast.

As expected, a hearty and tortured series of grunts rose from Judy's chest and spilled through her flared nostrils the instant Byron shoved his manhood forward. It was a reaction he'd grown accustomed to from the women he'd met over the years. The initial lurching and coughing, the attempts to come at it from a different angle, the frustration that at times led to surrender, while others to refocus their efforts. The fun part was seeing just how far each woman would go, and Judy Melvin just happened to be the next woman in line. If there was one thing Byron would discover, Judy wasn't a quitter.

There was nothing tender or remotely romantic about the way Byron led Judy to the center of that 16th green, and for that, Judy was thankful. Considering the depravity of what she'd suggested to him back on the street outside the bar where his friends were probably still wondering where he was, the last thing Judy needed was tenderness. For the task she at hand, she'd found the perfect tool.

The nautical serenade of the incoming tide rising from the beach less than 200 feet away, it mixed with the static rush of the blood in her head until Judy was so disoriented she had choice but to lower herself down to the ground. Byron's right hand bracketed on the back of her head as he kept his cock snug in her mouth, he stepped forward with her until Judy was safely on her back. Dropping down to one knee, Byron grabbed the 16th's flagstick with his left hand and held it in the air above the married woman struggling to accommodate him, the symbolism clear in his gesture.

Finally tossing the flagstick aside, Byron planted his knees to each side of Judy's head and pressed his groin down on top of her, essentially staking his own claim. Feeling the older woman's tongue spinning like a unhinged windmill around his buried prick, Byron began to grind his torso down on top of her in short and brutal, face-fucking churns.

His hairy balls slapping down on Judy's chin like a plush fist, considering the build-up he'd endured earlier in the evening, Byron knew he could shoot his pasty seed down the trembling woman's throat anytime he wanted. Reminding himself of the idea she'd proposed however, he pulled back before passing the point of no return. Pushing the woman's black skirt all the way up to her waist, Byron admired the beauty of her pale, Victorian thighs glimmer beautifully in the darkness below. The powerful scent of Judy's arousal thick with each inhale he took, Byron grabbed two handfuls of her panties and jerked them down with savagely efficient intent.

The sensation of her bare feet and knees on the cool, damp Bermuda grass had been one thing, but to now have her naked ass resting on the green was something else entirely. Swinging her feet out to each side as Byron took his place between her thighs, Judy let out a harrowing yelp that stirred every nightbird in the vicinity when he pressed his slurping mouth down on her steaming trough. Wrapping her legs tight around the younger man's swiveling head, Judy dug her fingers into his dark hair and rutted her hips upwards to meet his devouring assault.

Byron's first inclination was to try and prep Judy for the same experience he'd tried with the young girl in the bathroom stall. Flipping the middle finger of his right hand out like an unsheathed switchblade, Byron nudged the married woman's thighs all the way apart before jabbing the tip of the digit up against the doorstep of her virgin anus. Continuing to swirl his tongue across her gumball sized clit as he tickled Judy's anal rim, Byron flexed his forearm then drove the finger forward.

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW," Judy bayed to the moon above, wrenching side to side on the moist ground as her pussy gushed across Byron's face.

"Oh God please no...Oh God please no...," Judy winced, her fingers digging at her serendipitous lover's scalp before he could twist the probe past his first knuckle.

More than anything, Byron wanted to push the whimpering woman past her limits, but given the way his erection was divoting the ground below, he knew time was of the essence. Sweeping his tongue like a whirling dervish several more times through Judy's glistening cunt, Byron then eased up her torso, pulled the straps of her dress down and allowed her milky white breasts to spill free across her chest.

Knifing his face through the valley of Judy's cleavage, Byron greedily dined on the bosom of another man's wife as she writhed and bucked beneath him. Massaging his right hand through Judy's long brown hair as he squeezed her titties with his left, Byron's hungry mouth covered every square inch of her ample endowment until her pleas to fuck her were ripping through the thick night air.




Rimming the Cup



"How bad do you want it?" Byron slithered his tongue up the side of Judy's neck and hissed into her ear.

"...BAD...," the married woman choked. 

"Hurry up...," she added with incomprehensible urgency.

Sliding up into the same position of dominance as he had with perhaps a thousand women in the past, Byron took both of Judy's hands into his and pinned them down on the contoured green below as he guided his pelvic bone down on top of hers. Kissing her roughly on the neck as he tilted slightly to the side, Byron provided Judy with a clear view down her body so she could see the throbbing shank of his manhood resting at the gateway of her swollen vagina. Taking his right hand and grabbing the trunk-like base, Byron scrubbed the head of it through Judy's soupy mire several times before plunging it victoriously forward.

Even under the cloak of darkness, Byron could still sense every muscle in Judy's body straining to take him. Hurling an inch or so further each time before stopping to make sure he hadn't split her open, Byron savored the locomotive-like pace of her breaths as he burrowed steadily deeper. Feeling her nails digging into his flesh as she held on for dear life, Byron could tell the inner lining of Judy's vaginal walls were stretched to the max.

"You heard me through the wall with that cute little blonde back at the restaurant, didn't you?" Byron tauntingly prodded.

"...Yes...," Judy somehow managed between gasps.

"And you thought you could do better," he brazenly smiled, eliciting a pained but silent nod from the woman writhing below.

His foothold established inside her, Byron pounced with like cat back on top of Judy, pressing the full weight of his cock into the married woman's gurgling depths.

"JEEEEEZZZUUSSSS...FUCK...MUUUTHHHEERRRFUCCCKKK," the normally prim and proper woman wailed as her younger lover gained traction inside her.

The imprint of Judy's back pushing deeper into the manicured green each time Byron slammed down, Judy locked her ankles around the small of the man's back and felt him digging at places no man ever had inside her.

The shock to her system was overwhelming. By the grace of God, she wouldn't have to hold out for long. 

Even if she'd opened her eyes and tried to look down, any chance of seeing the obscene damage Byron was doing to her lower regions was blocked by the quivering white blur of her breasts shaking like mounds of Jell-o across her chest each time he brutally pounded his girth home.

Byron's groans rising like a turbine engine from his chest as he pile-drived down on top of her, Judy gritted her teeth and flung her arms around his shoulders as tears streamed down both cheeks.

"YES...YES...GGRRR...GRRR...GGRR... GGRRAAHHH...AAAHHHHH...GIVE IT TO ME," she pressed her soaked face against Byron's chest and whimpered as his boiling reservoir began to explode inside her.

The rounded head of his penis scrapping against that secret, special spot that had long gone untended, Judy hurled her crotch upwards against Byron's behemoth until it felt like his very presence had engulfed every ounce of her being.

"...Cumming...Cumming...Oh Shit...Oh Shit...I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGGGGG," the older woman coughed and spat, losing touch in that glorious moment of everything she'd ever been.

When Byron finally pulled back and withdrew his sword, the vacuum it created caused Judy to tilt to the side from the unsettling rush filling the void. Seeing the slab of his manhood glisten with the juices of her volcanic lust, Judy could see the cold glow of conquest in his eyes. Sitting up to try to meet his gaze, a good bit of the seed he'd deposited inside her flowed in stream of creamy globs from her distended labia and oozed into the cup of the 16th hole resting between her sore and screaming thighs.

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Approaching the 16th tee in a golf cart being steered by her husband a little after 11 the following morning, Judy Melvin winced the second she stepped out onto the concrete cart path. What she'd been through just a few hours earlier, 170 or so yards away from the spot she was standing, would have taxed her to the max when she was in her early 20's. Needless to say, her 50 year old legs were shot, and would be for days to come.

"Best round I've had in years," Wesley Melvin chuckled loud enough for his wife to hear. "See what happens when you get a good night's sleep."

Judy just nodded her head and took the last few sips of Diet Coke as her husband grabbed his club. Thankfully he was still asleep when she staggered back into the room a little after 2am. Even better, he'd bought her excuse that her pronounced limp had come from wedging the tip of her heels in a storm grate the night before.

"Golf course looks a lot different during the light of day," Judy thought dreamily to herself, even though it wasn't like she got the grand tour earlier that morning.

The man she'd shared that moment of carnal weakness with was nowhere to be found, and Judy was comfortable with that. What happens on the 16th green, stays there.

"Puuurrr...fect," her husband grinned when his shot landed 10 feet from the hole and rolled within five.

The knot in Judy's stomach worked itself all the way down to the crotch as she jumped in the cart and took the short ride down the fairway.

"Bet the grounds crew found my panties this morning...either that are he took them as a trophy," she openly pondered, knowing she didn't wear them back to the hotel.

Stepping up the green and laying eyes on the very spot of her indiscretion, Judy could feel the ghostly presence of Byron's cock still sawing away inside her as Wes lined up his putt.

Naturally, he struck the ball firm and it disappeared into the center of the cup to secure the victory.

"YESSSSSS," her husband exclaimed, pumping his fist several times before going over to shake his playing partner's hand.

"Just lucky today," Wes tried to sound polite.

"Gonna save that ball," he looked over and told Judy. "Its got winning all over it."

"Winning's not the only thing it probably has all over it now," she turned her head to stifle a very uncomfortable laugh, knowing what was likely still lining the 16th hole as her husband reached in to grab his lucky ball.

THE END