Message-ID: <20670eli$9903200430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Storiesman@aol.com Subject: "Golfing Vacation" Part 2 by Heatheranne (mf, teen, wife-cheat, mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <8345556d.36f2ff84@aol.com> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: golf2.txt (mf, teen, wife-cheat, mast) Authors name: Heatheranne (Address withheld) Story title : Donna's Summer Golfing Vacation March 1999 ------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1999. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Donna's Summer Golfing Vacation Part 2 by: Heatheranne "No, of course not, but Ellington has lots of rich alumni who like to back pros, and you do have to have a small fortune in order to travel and practice and go to the qualifying school." "And if you don't make it on the tour?" asked Donna. "Hey, I'm perfectly serious about college. I'll have a teaching degree when I get out. If I can't make it on the tour I certainly don't want to be a club pro. I might turn out to be like Jerry." They both laughed at that. Donna realized that she liked this guy. He was smart and had a sense of humor, not to mention that he was tall and good-looking. And unlike her previous boy friend, he didn't seem to feel that everything had to relate to sex. Not, Donna felt, that she would mind if he leaned in that direction. They made a date for the next day. Donna was to come by for her next lesson before she went to work in the dining room. But when she arrived the next day, George couldn't get away from the shop. Jerry was no where around and the other worker for the shop had called in sick. Donna hung around the shop for a few minutes, but George was too busy with customers and answering the constantly ringing phone to pay her much attention. They resche- duled the lesson and Donna left. She wanted to run back to her room in order to change into her work clothes. She had planned to change at the club after her lesson, but her own room would be more convenient. Donna pulled her Miata into the huge garage next to Randy and Michelle's house. She walked to the rear of the mansion sized home. There was a door there, not far from her room, where she could enter without walking through the whole house. When Donna rounded the corner of the house she was a bit startled to see Jerry's orange Porsche. Now what was he doing here in the middle of the day, wondered Donna? Randy faithfully worked until five or six each evening and ... and ... huh oh. Surely not. Surely there was no hanky-panky between Jerry-the-jerk and Michelle. After entering the door, Donna didn't have to go far to find out. From the sound of voices and the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, it was pretty obvious that there was someone in her wing of the house. Donna eased past her own room until she could peek into another of the guest bedrooms. She could see Michelle on her hands and knees in the center of a king-size bed. The pretty brunette was wearing a black leather bustier that was accented with gold studs and rings. The sexy lingerie had half cups revealing generous the mounds of her breasts that jiggled and quivered each time Michelle threw herself back and forth. Straps from those half cups were stretched across her bare shoulders. Donna leaned over a bit in order to look farther into the room. There she saw a partially naked Jerry holding on to those straps. He was wearing a huge - ten-gallon at least - black cowboy hat with matching cowboy boots and nothing else. "Yeee haw," whooped Jerry, as he pulled on the straps and thrust an abundant cock past Michelle's bright red pussy lips. Jerry's groin slapped firmly into Michelle's ass, making a counterpoint to the protesting bedsprings. "Yeah cowboy!" screamed Michelle. "Ride me you big stud! Fuck me with that big cock of yours." Donna had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. As she crept back down the hall, Donna heard Jerry gasp, "Yes, oh yes baby, I'm gonna empty my six- shooter into your hot cunt." Donna was barely able to make it all the way back to her car before she doubled over in laughter. No wonder Michelle wasn't interested in having conven- tional sex with her husband. Not while a wild man like Jerry was around to supply some kinky thrills. Donna assumed that Jerry was the "phase" that Michelle claimed she was going through that night she'd over- heard Randy and Michelle talking. Donna hoped, for Randy's sake, that the Jerry-phase would pass quickly. The next day Donna was back at the pro shop. George emerged with two irons and a bucket of practice balls. "We aren't chipping and putting?" Donna asked. "I don't think I can teach you any more about chipping and putting," George replied. "It's time we moved on to the full swing." The driving range at Ellington isn't near the clubhouse so Donna and George jumped into a golf cart and headed down a tree lined cart path that wound its way to the range. Donna sighed. She liked being with George, but she wasn't in the mood to get all hot and sweaty. At least not by swinging a golf club, that is. Donna pointed to a small track that ran into the woods to their right. "Where does that go?" George slowed the cart. "It's an access road to a couple of house sites that haven't been developed yet." Donna grabbed the cart's steering wheel and guided them off the cart path and into the woods. "Let's go see." George had to latch onto the wheel with both hands to keep them from running into a ditch. "OK," he said. "I guess we can do that." After they'd traveled a hundred yards or so, Randy stopped the cart in an area that had been bulldozed flat for house sites, but now weeds had overgrown the spot. George shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, I hope you like this little garden spot." Donna got out of the cart and walked around to George's side. She pulled on his arm until he was standing. Facing him, Donna put her hands on George's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I'm sure it has its uses," she murmured. Donna tilted her head and half closed her eyes. She didn't know how to telegraph an invitation to a kiss more openly and for a second she thought George was going to reject it. But then he lowered his face to hers and gave her a peck on the lips. Donna didn't move and George kissed her again, longer and more firmly. George slid his arms around her waist and renewed his kiss, parting his lips and darting his tongue into her mouth. Donna responded and in a moment the young couple was breathing heavily, their tongues sliding and twisting about one another. George's hands slid down until they were caressing Donna's firm ass. Donna, in turn, put her arms around George's neck and pulled him close, pressing her tits to his chest. For minutes they stayed that way, Donna worked her leg between George's and slowly ground her thigh into his crotch until George began to pump his hips. Donna broke off their kiss and took a step back. "Wow," said George, a bit breathlessly. Donna smiled at him, "You haven't seen wow yet." She grasped the waistband of George's pants with one hand and pulled down his zipper with the other. "Donna, do you think this is good idea?" George squeak- ed. Donna reached into his pants. Hmm...George was a briefs kind of guy. "I mean we're out here in the open and everything." Donna pulled open the flap of George's briefs and found the hard lump of his cock. Hmmm, Donna thought, it must be doubled up. She tugged on the warm appendage and felt it pop into the open. She looked down. His cock hadn't been doubled up in his pants, it was just so very short. Donna petted and caressed George's erection. "Oh look," she cooed, "it's so...." "Don't say..." "Cute," Donna finished. "You had to say that, didn't you?" "Well it is," Donna giggled. It was only three inches long, but as far a Donna's limited experience told her, George's little cock was perfectly formed. "And it seems to be in good working order, too," she said as she continued to stroke his fully erect member using her thumb and forefinger. Donna pulled George's face to hers and gave him a deep kiss, her tongue flicking around in his mouth in time with her fingers on his cock. She felt his breath on her cheek and his hand as it sought out her breast. They went on like that for a minute and then George stiffened and Donna felt the hot flecks of cum on her hand. She broke off their kiss and stood back. George had a sort of glassy eyed look. When his eyes finally focused on her George said, "That was nice, I really didn't expect you to do that." "Unfortunately, too many guys expect things to go exactly that way. You're more special than you know." "May I return the...uh...favor?" he hesitantly asked. Donna leaned against the cart and hooked a thumb on the front of her shorts. As she tugged down the front of her shorts she crooked a finger at George and said, "You certainly may." George gulped, "You'll probably have to give me some hints." Donna took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. "This hand goes here," she said, smiling sexily into his wide eyes. "And this hand goes down here," she said as she slid George's other hand down her tummy and under the waistband of her panties. "Down just a bit more and ohhhh," Donna whispered. "Maybe we'll get that far next time. Pull your finger back a little. That's it. Feel that? Now you've got my clit. Just rub right there. Mmmm...softer, softer. Yeah, that's it!" George squeezed and kneaded Donna's breast through her shirt and bra while he kept a steady rhythm flicking across the nub of her clitoris. Donna moaned and ground her hips against George's hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she chanted. Donna's thighs quivered and George had to steady her as she moaned out her orgasm. A few minutes later they had cleaned up and straighten- ed up. George looked at his watch and frowned, "As much as I'd like to stay with you all afternoon, I have to get back to the shop." "Can we do another lesson tomorrow?" asked Donna, with a coquettish smile. "I think I can squeeze you in," George smiled back, lightly grabbing her firm butt. For the next two weeks George and Donna saw one another almost every day. Their work schedules kept them apart in the evening, but they made the most of Donna's "lessons". The time came, though, for Donna to return home. It was the day before she was to leave and Donna was going to see George for her last supposed golf lesson. She arrived in front of the pro shop to find George, Jerry the pro and another man standing there. When she approached they looked up as if they were waiting on her. Jerry took her by the elbow and steered her to the stranger. "Donna," said Jerry, "I'd like for you to meet Coach White. He's the golf coach for Ellington." Donna glanced at George. He looked like someone about to mount the gallows instead of a perfectly fine golfer who should be trying to impress his maybe-to-be coach. Donna turned her attention back to coach White and offered her hand. "So you're the guy who's going to see that George gets a much deserved scholarship." The coach took her hand and laughed. He was a man in his sixties with mostly gray hair and a full mustache. "We'll see, young lady, we'll see. It's nice to meet you." Jerry said, "I thought we'd play a few holes today. That'll give the coach a chance to see George play and we'll see how well he's taught you the golf swing." "Gee, Jerry," Donna shook her head, now she understood why George looked so doomed. "You know, I don't think I have time to actually play. I have to be at work in an hour." Jerry gave her a shifty smile, "Oh, I called Randy, he said that he'd excuse you for a while. Here," he began to walk toward a cart, "I've put a set of my old clubs on this cart for you to use. You can ride with me while George and Coach White get acquainted." Donna gave a mental shrug. There didn't seem to be any way out of it, she climbed into the cart and the four- some headed to the first tee. George was a nervous wreck. Jerry had neglected to tell him that the Ellington golf coach would be here to see him this day. Jerry claimed that he'd forgotten, but George was sure that Jerry wanted him to be un- prepared for the visit. Even this little golf game was a dig by Jerry. They arrived at the back tees, the ones that would make the hole as long as possible. Jerry jumped out of the cart and teed up a ball. With his choppy, but effec- tive, swing, Jerry sent the ball well over two hundred yards down the fairway. George felt numb as he emerged from the cart and went through his warm-up swings. He put a ball on a tee and set up. George had played in many competitions and the first tee jitters were nothing new. He took a deep breath, blanked out his conscious mind by focusing his attention on the number on his golf ball and let his body take over. His long, smooth swing put the ball slightly farther out than Jerry's and very nearly in the center of the fairway. The foursome moved down to the next set of tees. Coach White hit his ball with a slow, but fundamentally sound swing. "Nice shot, Coach," said George, hoping he didn't sound like a suck up. "Oh, I've played better," said the coach, "but I had some heart problems earlier this summer." The coach was going on about his health as they pulled up to the ladies tee. George couldn't concentrate on the coach's words. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten when Donna hopped out of her cart and looked at her bag of clubs like someone trying to pick out something palatable from a tray of strange hors d'oeuvres. She glanced over at George and pointed to the driver, raising her eyebrows. George wrenched a muscle in his neck as he tried to shake his head violently without actually moving it. If she'd just pick out one of the shorter irons, then George could hold out some hope that she might actually move the ball forward. But a driver was the worst, it was the hardest club in the bag to hit. With a growing sense of doom George watched as Donna awkwardly pushed a tee in the ground with her thumb. He shuddered slightly when it took her three tries to get a ball to balance on top of the tee. "Need some help?" called out Jerry. The ball finally decided to stay put. "I've got it now," Donna answered as she grabbed up the driver and took an ungraceful stance. George put his hand to his face and peeked at Donna from between his fingers. It was all he could do not to moan. Donna took some disjointed practice swings and pushed the hair out of her eyes several times. "Let's do it today, sweetie," said Jerry impatiently. She was stooped over the ball, her feet too close together, the club held incorrectly. Oh God, thought George, she's about to make the both of us look like idiots. That was when Donna looked up and, while she pushed the hair off her face once more, gave George a wink that only he could see. Suddenly her back straightened, her stance widened, she corrected her hand position on the club. George's eyebrows rose in surprise as Donna swept the club head back in a smooth arc. When the club head stopped at the end of its back swing Donna's left shoulder was pointed at the ball with her hips turned to the right. In short, she had a perfect back swing. Then her hips swayed left, her shoulders turned, the club head descended and with a sharp smack the ball arced away from the tee to land near Jerry's ball in the fairway. "Nice hit," said Coach White as he floored the acceler- ator on the cart and pulled down the cart path with a stunned George by his side. Donna twirled the club as if it were a baton as she walked back to the cart. She tossed the club into the air, caught it and jammed it back into the golf bag. She was barely back in the cart when Jerry jerked the cart forward. "That was very cute little girl," said Jerry accusingly. "What do you mean?" asked Donna, all innocence. "I mean," he growled, "I don't appreciate being made a fool of. It's obvious that you know how to play. We both know George couldn't have taught you that swing in the last few weeks." Donna could feel the blood rising up her neck and into her cheeks. "Look, I can't help it if all you men, George and Randy included, assumed I couldn't swing a club. I never said I'd never played. All I said was that I didn't care much for the game." That was the truth. When she had begun to go with John, she decided that she wasn't about to be one of those girl friends who walked the course with their guys, looking bored, staring into space. So she convinced her father to give her lessons and, spurred on by her determination to share John's passion for golf, she quickly learned the basics. Then, playing round after round with John had honed her skills. Unfortunately, when they broke up, golf's appeal went out the door with him. "Some excuse," said Jerry sarcastically, "I'll remember this when it comes time to recommend George to the board for his scholarship." Donna was seething. She watched as Jerry pulled a club from his bag and began to set up for his approach shot. "I suggest that you give George a fair evaluation or I might just have to speak to the board members myself." Jerry waggled his club, "Tell me, little girl, what would you say to them?" "How about," Donna lowered her voice and changed to a monotone, "Oh, oh yes baby, I'm gonna empty my six- shooter into your hot cunt." Jerry lowered his club to the ground and leaned on it. He studied Donna for several seconds. She met his scrutiny with a cool, flat expression. He returned his attention to his ball and shanked it, badly, to the right of the green. Jerry slammed his club back in his bag and plopped himself in his seat. "OK," he said angrily, "what's this blackmail going to cost me." Donna felt some cold water splash on the fire of her anger. She hadn't considered herself a blackmailer. She took a deep breath and resolved herself. After all Jerry was the one screwing his boss's wife. "Look, you smarmy jerk." There, smarmy, she'd said it. "All I want is a fair break for George, and for Randy, for that matter." She sat quietly for a few seconds and said, "I'll tell you what..." The next day found Donna and Jerry in his pro shop office. Jerry was talking on the phone, "Yeah babe, I'll meet you at noon. Yes. OK, bye then." Jerry put down the phone. "Do you really think this situation comedy plot device is actually going to put everything right?" Donna shrugged, "Michelle's a smart girl. I'm sure she'll go along until she can figure things out. And if she does, then Randy and Michelle save their marriage, and you," she pointed at Jerry, "get to keep your extravagant salary and no one gets hurt." She left Jerry shaking his head as she walked out of his office. George met her there. He nodded toward Jerry's office. "What was that all about?" Donna gave him a little smile, "Just tying up some loose ends. Are you still mad at me?" George said, "I know I didn't say much to you yesterday. I never was mad, things just overwhelmed me." He took a deep breath, "I guess this means we'll be playing a lot of golf together?" Donna's smile widened, she put her arms around George's waist. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Your mind may not be on your game." George put his hands on her hips, "I'm going to blame you for that." He tilted his head a bit and kissed her firmly on the lips. "God, I hope that scholarship comes through. I can't imagine going to college without you." Donna broke their embrace and walked slowly to the shop door. "I'll be at Ellington in two weeks and the first place I visit will be your room. George waved goodbye as she went out the door, "I can't wait," he called after her. Donna's next stop was at Randy's office. He looked up as she entered, "I guess you're ready to leave?" "Yep, all packed. I want to thank you for the room and the job and everything." Randy made a throw away gesture, "It was nothing. Michelle and I hardly knew you were there. Glad to have you." "Oh, I'm glad you mentioned Michelle. She gave me this note for you as I left the house." Randy took the note from Donna's outstretched hand. As he read, Randy's expression turned from one of casual interest to eager anticipation. Just as she'd antici- pated, Randy was so horny that the note's erotic con- tent had kept him from noticing that it was a forgery. Randy jumped up. "Uh, let me see you to your car. I have to run home." As Randy hurried them out of the clubhouse and across the parking lot to her car, Donna couldn't resist asking, "What was in that note, an invitation to a nooner?" She knew very well that it was. She'd put the explicit details of a grade A blowjob in that note. Randy opened the door to Donna's Miata. "Now what would you know about nooners?" He held up his hand, "No, I don't want to know. I'll see you when you come back for school." Donna fastened her safety belt and started the engine. She turned and looked out the window. Because of her position in the low car, she was looking right at Randy's crotch. She imagined that she could see the outline of his stiffening cock. She reached out, patted Randy on the leg, grazing his penis, and looked up; "You'll be the second person I'll come see." As she pulled away Donna looked at the handsome figure of her cousin receding in the rear view mirror and thought, if things don't work out with George and Michelle, then Randy might be first one I come to. After all, life was like a golf ball. You never knew which way it was going to bounce. End. ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 9 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----