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Ticklish Girl
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Angie I'm glad you liked my contribution. It kind of just sprang into my head, and it pretty much wrote itself. I loved writing it. 
Hey! I'm a Guru now! Woohoo!!!
Hey! I'm a Guru now! Woohoo!!!
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ROUND TWO
All right, sorry about the miscounts and other glitches but we are ready for ROUND 2!
Anyone can play and the posts are due Friday, March. 23rd (and I will have to come to your home and have a serious talk if they are late!).
Our Inspiration for the round is -
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/golfcart.jpg">
Have a riot! (And someone email me if this damn link thing doesn't work?)
All right, sorry about the miscounts and other glitches but we are ready for ROUND 2!
Anyone can play and the posts are due Friday, March. 23rd (and I will have to come to your home and have a serious talk if they are late!).
Our Inspiration for the round is -
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/golfcart.jpg">
Have a riot! (And someone email me if this damn link thing doesn't work?)
Frank
It wasa bright,sunny Monday afternoonand the course was about empty. We startted on the back nine, and I got off to a good beginning- parring the 10th and 11th, and got an unusual birdie on the difficult 12th. the 13 headed back into the woods,with a picturesque green nestled in behind two big sand traps. Crossing over a pond with a stone bridge, we went to the green, which was in sunlight, to putt out on the par 3 hole. Suddenly, without any warning, my partnerr said she wanted to enjoy the sunshine. She stopped the cart, got out, and stripped everything off except her golf shoes and socks.
I stared at Sharon, with whom I had sex, but had never seen completely nude until now. I never realized that she was an exhibisionist, as she was always partially dressed and usually in the dark.She even once said "dont look at me!"
We drove up to the green, completely deserted,and went to putt. She was away and when shwe bent over her ball, her breasts dangled enough that I thought they would interfere with her stroke, but she got close to the hole for a gimme for her par. Them I poutted, thinking about that gorgeous creature holding the pin, and hit it about 2 feet. Then I putted again and went five feet past, and missed coming back for a 4 putt green, and a double bogey, ruining a good score.
Both of us just laughed, jumped in each other's arms, and went over and made love in a trap on the nice warm sand.
It wasa bright,sunny Monday afternoonand the course was about empty. We startted on the back nine, and I got off to a good beginning- parring the 10th and 11th, and got an unusual birdie on the difficult 12th. the 13 headed back into the woods,with a picturesque green nestled in behind two big sand traps. Crossing over a pond with a stone bridge, we went to the green, which was in sunlight, to putt out on the par 3 hole. Suddenly, without any warning, my partnerr said she wanted to enjoy the sunshine. She stopped the cart, got out, and stripped everything off except her golf shoes and socks.
I stared at Sharon, with whom I had sex, but had never seen completely nude until now. I never realized that she was an exhibisionist, as she was always partially dressed and usually in the dark.She even once said "dont look at me!"
We drove up to the green, completely deserted,and went to putt. She was away and when shwe bent over her ball, her breasts dangled enough that I thought they would interfere with her stroke, but she got close to the hole for a gimme for her par. Them I poutted, thinking about that gorgeous creature holding the pin, and hit it about 2 feet. Then I putted again and went five feet past, and missed coming back for a 4 putt green, and a double bogey, ruining a good score.
Both of us just laughed, jumped in each other's arms, and went over and made love in a trap on the nice warm sand.
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Can I hop in next round? PLEEEEEEEASE?
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That's why I always wear my shortest skirts when I play Cat. And even if I don't win the round, I at least get free beers from the drink cart girl. Smile.
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cart girl
I know Cat, but I am in love with the cart girl? ain't life a bitch?
catlover said:
I know Cat, but I am in love with the cart girl? ain't life a bitch?
Ticklish Girl
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My husband Ted spent almost every weekend playing golf with his buddies at the club. I didn't mind that so much. What I couldn't stand was his constant bragging about his golf score. After every outing he came home flushed with pride and babbling about pars and eagles and whatnot. I know nothing about golf and care even less, so I just said "That's nice, honey" and left it at that. But when a couple of years passed and his bragging grew worse, I began to tire of it.
Finally one day he started his boasting and for some reason I wasn't in the mood to hear it. "Oh for God's sake, Ted, get over yourself," I said. "You act like you're the reincarnation of Arnold Palmer. You're not with your buddies now. You don't need to brag about your golf game."
Ted looked surprised, then a little hurt. "It's not bragging. I really am good. You should see me out there."
"Well, I would if you would invite me to come with you one day. Ever think of that?"
"When we were dating I asked you to come with me all the time," he grumbled. "You never showed any interest. So I gave up."
That was true, I realized. Immediately I began to regret snapping at him. "Well," I said, a little more softly. "I'm interested now. May I come with you next time, so I can see you in action?"
Ted brightened at once. "Sure! Come with me this Saturday. Just you and me. I'll play even better without the guys around. You should see me, hon. Nothing rattles me. You could have a brass band playing ten feet away from me, and I'd still sink the putt."
"Yeah?" Some of my earlier exasperation returned. "I'll bet I can distract you."
"No way," he said with a laugh.
"Care to make it interesting?" A wicked idea began to form in my mind.
"Interesting? What do you mean?"
"I propose a little wager," I said. "I do my best to distract you and screw up your score. If I succeed and you get a lousy score, you have to do whatever I want for the rest of the weekend. If I fail and there's no difference in your score, I have to do whatever you want for the rest of the weekend."
"Oh really?" He grinned as the implication became clear to him. "Oh that sounds lovely. I hope you're a gracious loser."
I let the comment pass, although I had no intention of losing.
The golf game on Saturday was every bit as dull as I had feared. I quickly lost interest in the intricacies of the game, even though Ted tried his best to explain them to me. I just nodded in all the right places and waited for my chance to mess up his concentration.
I finally got it on the 6th green. Ted had what he called a short putt, and he made a huge fuss about lining up the shot and measuring the distance of the ball to the hole. He kept glancing up at me and winking. Showoff. I climbed out of the cart and stood on the other side of the hole, right in front of him. "Oh Ted," I called.
He looked up just in time to see me lift my shirt and display my firm, bare breasts for him. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "Oh come on now, Alison! That's not fair!"
"Who said anything about fair?" I said, chuckling. "C'mon, hero. Make the shot!"
Ted swallowed hard, took one last look at my breasts, then lowered his head again. I kept my shirt raised, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze on my stiffening nipples. Ted paused for a long time, then putted. I frowned as the ball settled in the cup.
Ted looked up and grinned. "Nice try."
"We're not through yet," I reminded him.
We went on this way for the next couple of holes. I flashed him a couple more times when he least expected it, and I think I made him lose his composure at least once. He didn't look too happy going onto the 10th green. As Ted worked to line up the shot I whipped off my shirt and called his name. He looked up and his eyes popped.
"Like what you see, honey?" I teased.
"Oh you are too much," he said.
"Oh really? This is too much?" I cupped my breasts in my hands and held them up for him. Ted shuddered, then took a deep breath. I could feel the effort it took for him to look away from my breasts and focus his attention back at the ball. There was a long pause for about a minute, and then he putted. Once again the ball landed in the cup.
He looked at me and flashed that triumphant grin again, although his face was a little flushed. "So there!"
"You'll crack," I promised. "I'm not naked yet."
As the afternoon wore on, I continued to flash Ted at every opportunity. I didn't know what effect I was having on his score, but he was frowning more and more with each hole. On the 12th I raised the stakes a bit by rubbing and tweaking my nipples, moaning a little at the pleasant sensations. His knuckles were white as he clutched his putter, and I was pretty sure I could see a bulge in his slacks. "I'll bet I know what you'd rather be holding," I said, licking my lips. He ignored me but his hands shook a little as he made contact, and the ball just missed the hole.
He looked up at me again and he didn't seem quite so cocky. "You're evil, Alison," he said.
"That's just how you want me," I said, and licked my lips.
By the time we made it to the 16th, I had stripped completely. Poor Ted's hands were shaking so much he could hardly hold a club. The bulge in his slacks was unmistakable, and his face was bright red. He tried to line up a putt, but couldn't keep from looking at me. I was more than a little turned on by now, and I slipped my fingers between my legs to caress myself.
"Oh come on now!" Ted threw down the club and glared at me, hands on hips. "How do you expect me to concentrate?"
I gave him a mock-innocent look. "I'm sorry, dear. Would you prefer me to go sit in the cart and play with myself?"
Ted pressed his hand to his forehead and groaned. "You're driving me crazy."
Without a word I picked up my clothes and walked the short distance to the golf cart, putting a little extra wiggle into my motion. I climbed into the cart and sat there, watching him and smiling. Ted remained where he was, staring at me, making no effort to pick up his club. From where he was standing he had a perfect view of my spread legs. Making sure he could see what I was doing, I once again slipped my fingers between my legs and began to stroke the slick opening. It felt so good, I couldn't help closing my eyes and groaning.
"Enough!" Ted's hoarse shout made me open my eyes again, and I saw him striding toward the cart, club in hand. He shoved the club into his golf bag, then climbed in next to me. This close I could see his red, sweaty face, and hear his harsh breathing.
"You win, Alison," he said. "My score is shot to hell. It's over a hundred already, and it's only going to get worse. I haven't been that bad in ten years!" He laughed and shook his head.
"I win, huh? Excellent." I let my hand drop oh-so-casually onto his thigh.
He looked at my hand, then at me. A little smile started up at the corner of his mouth. "Okay. I know I've got to pay up. So what do you have in mind, Alison?"
I smiled back at him and moved my hand a little farther up his thigh. "Let's go home. I'm thinking about playing a new game. I guarantee you won't have any trouble making the shot."
Finally one day he started his boasting and for some reason I wasn't in the mood to hear it. "Oh for God's sake, Ted, get over yourself," I said. "You act like you're the reincarnation of Arnold Palmer. You're not with your buddies now. You don't need to brag about your golf game."
Ted looked surprised, then a little hurt. "It's not bragging. I really am good. You should see me out there."
"Well, I would if you would invite me to come with you one day. Ever think of that?"
"When we were dating I asked you to come with me all the time," he grumbled. "You never showed any interest. So I gave up."
That was true, I realized. Immediately I began to regret snapping at him. "Well," I said, a little more softly. "I'm interested now. May I come with you next time, so I can see you in action?"
Ted brightened at once. "Sure! Come with me this Saturday. Just you and me. I'll play even better without the guys around. You should see me, hon. Nothing rattles me. You could have a brass band playing ten feet away from me, and I'd still sink the putt."
"Yeah?" Some of my earlier exasperation returned. "I'll bet I can distract you."
"No way," he said with a laugh.
"Care to make it interesting?" A wicked idea began to form in my mind.
"Interesting? What do you mean?"
"I propose a little wager," I said. "I do my best to distract you and screw up your score. If I succeed and you get a lousy score, you have to do whatever I want for the rest of the weekend. If I fail and there's no difference in your score, I have to do whatever you want for the rest of the weekend."
"Oh really?" He grinned as the implication became clear to him. "Oh that sounds lovely. I hope you're a gracious loser."
I let the comment pass, although I had no intention of losing.
The golf game on Saturday was every bit as dull as I had feared. I quickly lost interest in the intricacies of the game, even though Ted tried his best to explain them to me. I just nodded in all the right places and waited for my chance to mess up his concentration.
I finally got it on the 6th green. Ted had what he called a short putt, and he made a huge fuss about lining up the shot and measuring the distance of the ball to the hole. He kept glancing up at me and winking. Showoff. I climbed out of the cart and stood on the other side of the hole, right in front of him. "Oh Ted," I called.
He looked up just in time to see me lift my shirt and display my firm, bare breasts for him. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "Oh come on now, Alison! That's not fair!"
"Who said anything about fair?" I said, chuckling. "C'mon, hero. Make the shot!"
Ted swallowed hard, took one last look at my breasts, then lowered his head again. I kept my shirt raised, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze on my stiffening nipples. Ted paused for a long time, then putted. I frowned as the ball settled in the cup.
Ted looked up and grinned. "Nice try."
"We're not through yet," I reminded him.
We went on this way for the next couple of holes. I flashed him a couple more times when he least expected it, and I think I made him lose his composure at least once. He didn't look too happy going onto the 10th green. As Ted worked to line up the shot I whipped off my shirt and called his name. He looked up and his eyes popped.
"Like what you see, honey?" I teased.
"Oh you are too much," he said.
"Oh really? This is too much?" I cupped my breasts in my hands and held them up for him. Ted shuddered, then took a deep breath. I could feel the effort it took for him to look away from my breasts and focus his attention back at the ball. There was a long pause for about a minute, and then he putted. Once again the ball landed in the cup.
He looked at me and flashed that triumphant grin again, although his face was a little flushed. "So there!"
"You'll crack," I promised. "I'm not naked yet."
As the afternoon wore on, I continued to flash Ted at every opportunity. I didn't know what effect I was having on his score, but he was frowning more and more with each hole. On the 12th I raised the stakes a bit by rubbing and tweaking my nipples, moaning a little at the pleasant sensations. His knuckles were white as he clutched his putter, and I was pretty sure I could see a bulge in his slacks. "I'll bet I know what you'd rather be holding," I said, licking my lips. He ignored me but his hands shook a little as he made contact, and the ball just missed the hole.
He looked up at me again and he didn't seem quite so cocky. "You're evil, Alison," he said.
"That's just how you want me," I said, and licked my lips.
By the time we made it to the 16th, I had stripped completely. Poor Ted's hands were shaking so much he could hardly hold a club. The bulge in his slacks was unmistakable, and his face was bright red. He tried to line up a putt, but couldn't keep from looking at me. I was more than a little turned on by now, and I slipped my fingers between my legs to caress myself.
"Oh come on now!" Ted threw down the club and glared at me, hands on hips. "How do you expect me to concentrate?"
I gave him a mock-innocent look. "I'm sorry, dear. Would you prefer me to go sit in the cart and play with myself?"
Ted pressed his hand to his forehead and groaned. "You're driving me crazy."
Without a word I picked up my clothes and walked the short distance to the golf cart, putting a little extra wiggle into my motion. I climbed into the cart and sat there, watching him and smiling. Ted remained where he was, staring at me, making no effort to pick up his club. From where he was standing he had a perfect view of my spread legs. Making sure he could see what I was doing, I once again slipped my fingers between my legs and began to stroke the slick opening. It felt so good, I couldn't help closing my eyes and groaning.
"Enough!" Ted's hoarse shout made me open my eyes again, and I saw him striding toward the cart, club in hand. He shoved the club into his golf bag, then climbed in next to me. This close I could see his red, sweaty face, and hear his harsh breathing.
"You win, Alison," he said. "My score is shot to hell. It's over a hundred already, and it's only going to get worse. I haven't been that bad in ten years!" He laughed and shook his head.
"I win, huh? Excellent." I let my hand drop oh-so-casually onto his thigh.
He looked at my hand, then at me. A little smile started up at the corner of his mouth. "Okay. I know I've got to pay up. So what do you have in mind, Alison?"
I smiled back at him and moved my hand a little farther up his thigh. "Let's go home. I'm thinking about playing a new game. I guarantee you won't have any trouble making the shot."
My wife and I were at a cocktail party after the first day of the golf tournament. She was feeling quite frisky after a few drinks and whispered to me "one of my biggest fantasies is to make love on a golf course." We walked out of the clubhouse and started wlking down the 18th fairway. (As you probably know, golf courses are VERY dark at night.) About halfway down the fairway, she slipped off the sundress she was wearing, dropped it on the ground, and ran further down the fairway. I picked up the dress as I watched her beautiful butt, only in a thong, bounce away from me. She got to the teebox and slipped off her thong and hung it on the ball washer (appropriate!). As I got closer to her she skipped to the nearby 17th green. She lay down on the green spread her legs, and asked "Do you think you can make a hole in one?" When I got to her, she quickly unfastened my belt and my shorts, and pulled my shorts down in one motion. She gave my erection a few quick licks and said "Make my fantasy come true." She pulled me on top of her and she was so wet, I slid right into her. After a couple of minutes of hot and heavy sex, the sprinkler system kicked on and began watering the greens. That seemed to turn us on even more and it wasn't long before we came to a fantastic and wet (in more ways than one)climax. It then got funny as we started picking up the clothes and getting ready to go back because we were both soaked. We got back to the clubhouse and snuck around the side to the parking lot to avoid being seen, but a few did catch us and probably wondered what happened.
OOC: Believe it or not, this is a true story. The guy that this happened to was my golf partner, and after I saw them sneaking to the parking lot, I had a good idea what had happened. I finally got him to confess a few months later after quite a few beers. Lucky guy !!
OOC: Believe it or not, this is a true story. The guy that this happened to was my golf partner, and after I saw them sneaking to the parking lot, I had a good idea what had happened. I finally got him to confess a few months later after quite a few beers. Lucky guy !!
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That is so funny Ticklish! but do you have an idea for me? I somehow have not been inspired by my own inspiration. Gotta write my story soon!
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I'm never that lucky on the golf course lakid! I never get anything in my hole...er...in the hole! the hole!
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Angie's Inspiration (at last)
OOC: Well I finally posted to my own Inspiration. Thought I had gone brain dead. Uninspired by my own creation. Jeez.
But first? and TOTALLY unrelated to anything in this thread. I juss tried something my roomie, the bartender tells me about. It's a thing she gets customers to try as a way for a guy to find out what giving a blow job is like (without the pesky penis in your mouth part). Try this. Gotta have a long neck bottle of a strong beer (I am using Sam Adams) that is room temperature. Maybe shake it up just a very little bit. Then pop the cap and take a quick big drink but then wrap your lips around the neck and when the foam comes gushing up, well, that is damn near like a blow job! I swear.
I have no shame do I? Well here is my real post.
Another Round of Golf
When I drive to my Saturday morning golf game I am usually excited and eager. This round is the highlight of my week. I play with the same foursome every Saturday at eleven a.m. Sandra, a fun blonde with a terrific body, and the two Bills. Yes, we call one Billy cause he hates it and the other Bill cause he wants to go by William. Drives em both nutso. It’s all fun but intense too, with lots of bets and side bets and everybody wanting bragging rights till next week. A real riot.
But something was wrong this morning and I sure couldn’t place it. The car was running ok, the weather was great, and I know I didn’t forget to mail those important bills this morning. So what was wrong? My long blonde hair was working, lots a flair and body. So that wasn’t it. Now those guys in the parking lot are giving me a pretty good looking over as I get outa my car, but of course that’s because I am naked. Yes, all the way down, not a stitch except my Footjoys, firm pink titties jiggling plus showing off that I ain’t so much really a blonde, my dark little patch down there, which is kind of embarrassing but what can you do when you’re naked? I know I’m not worried about not being a blonde. I’ve know about that for years now. And all the men are sure doing the wolf whistle and gawking thing, but they are men, of course they act that way seeing a naked girl on the course.
Jimmy the pro is all smiles when I pay my fees. ‘Damn Samantha, I’ve pictured you a thousand times with your clothes off, but never dreamed you would be this hot. You are one knock out babe Sam! And you just won me twenty bucks with that brunette bush a yours, had your pussy picked as a furry brunette in the pool.’
‘Well anything I can do Jimmy. Glad you won the bet,’ I am smiling my biggest happy face.
‘Now all we gotta do is settle the pool on whether she spits or swallows right Jimmy?’ says the assistant pro as he walks up behind me and pats my bare ass. You can’t blame a guy right?
‘Well then I guess I’ll just hafta take care a that right after the round. Wanna get the guys in the pool together as witnesses?’
They love the idea. And it’s not like I enjoy giving out blow jobs for a crowd, but I do need to settle the bet right? So that isn’t what is bothering me. It just won’t go away. I am focusing on my warm ups as my gang shows up. The Bills looking so funny with their red thingies flopping around all loose and in the open. And I should real suggest to Sandra that she wear a sports bra, wow, those hooters are like cantaloupes at the market except they are made outa jello! But that’s silly, I laugh at myself, then she wouldn’t be naked. And wouldn’t that look ridiculous?
The four of us tee up and take off after our shots. A small gallery watching me as I waggle over a five iron. My little tits waggling more than the club head. I don’t hit my shot very well but that isn’t bothering me cause my iron game never warms up till the back nine. So what is it? Sure ain’t our putting (Sandra and I always played teams against the Bills) which wins us the first hole. And of course I almost forgot, as Sandra sits on one cart seat and me the other so the Bills can slurp our pussies till we get a little light headed. But losers always suck, so why would that seem strange?
On and on, hole after hole, winning some and enjoying the boy’s ministrations to our bare cunts, and losing some so we are on our knees doing the muummmphhh muummmphhh thing on their wagging dicks. Our gallery increasing as we make the turn. Billy calling it ‘Sammies’ Army, which is kinda cute. But still. I even mention my unrest to the gang and they just look at each other and shake their heads. ‘Don’t know what it could be Sam’ Bill ponders, ‘It’s Saturday, we’re the only naked foursome on the course, and after that last whole it’s the boys’ turn to lick some lovely ladies luscious slits.’
‘Yeah?’ puts in Billy as he buries his nose in my dark snatch, ‘What could be weird about that?’
Sandy and I are dormie after 16 so when we lose 17 and half the last we win the round with much whooping and jumping and very much titty bouncing. Wow those knockers of hers really fly, course mine do ok to. The gallery sure seems to think so. But even with all the almost boring normalcy and good fortune I still have this nagging itch. What is wrong?
Suddenly things get fuzzy, even soft, all cushy and soft. Huuuh? Is Billy slurping my snatch under the covers? In my bed? That can’t be right. Must not be because now he is gone, and things fade to black until my eyes are focusing again.
And then it hits me! What is wrong! My Gawd, how could I not notice?
I am standing naked in the hallway on the first day of high school! And there’s my math teacher! EEEEEEEEyyyyyyyyy!
OOC: Well I finally posted to my own Inspiration. Thought I had gone brain dead. Uninspired by my own creation. Jeez.
But first? and TOTALLY unrelated to anything in this thread. I juss tried something my roomie, the bartender tells me about. It's a thing she gets customers to try as a way for a guy to find out what giving a blow job is like (without the pesky penis in your mouth part). Try this. Gotta have a long neck bottle of a strong beer (I am using Sam Adams) that is room temperature. Maybe shake it up just a very little bit. Then pop the cap and take a quick big drink but then wrap your lips around the neck and when the foam comes gushing up, well, that is damn near like a blow job! I swear.
I have no shame do I? Well here is my real post.
Another Round of Golf
When I drive to my Saturday morning golf game I am usually excited and eager. This round is the highlight of my week. I play with the same foursome every Saturday at eleven a.m. Sandra, a fun blonde with a terrific body, and the two Bills. Yes, we call one Billy cause he hates it and the other Bill cause he wants to go by William. Drives em both nutso. It’s all fun but intense too, with lots of bets and side bets and everybody wanting bragging rights till next week. A real riot.
But something was wrong this morning and I sure couldn’t place it. The car was running ok, the weather was great, and I know I didn’t forget to mail those important bills this morning. So what was wrong? My long blonde hair was working, lots a flair and body. So that wasn’t it. Now those guys in the parking lot are giving me a pretty good looking over as I get outa my car, but of course that’s because I am naked. Yes, all the way down, not a stitch except my Footjoys, firm pink titties jiggling plus showing off that I ain’t so much really a blonde, my dark little patch down there, which is kind of embarrassing but what can you do when you’re naked? I know I’m not worried about not being a blonde. I’ve know about that for years now. And all the men are sure doing the wolf whistle and gawking thing, but they are men, of course they act that way seeing a naked girl on the course.
Jimmy the pro is all smiles when I pay my fees. ‘Damn Samantha, I’ve pictured you a thousand times with your clothes off, but never dreamed you would be this hot. You are one knock out babe Sam! And you just won me twenty bucks with that brunette bush a yours, had your pussy picked as a furry brunette in the pool.’
‘Well anything I can do Jimmy. Glad you won the bet,’ I am smiling my biggest happy face.
‘Now all we gotta do is settle the pool on whether she spits or swallows right Jimmy?’ says the assistant pro as he walks up behind me and pats my bare ass. You can’t blame a guy right?
‘Well then I guess I’ll just hafta take care a that right after the round. Wanna get the guys in the pool together as witnesses?’
They love the idea. And it’s not like I enjoy giving out blow jobs for a crowd, but I do need to settle the bet right? So that isn’t what is bothering me. It just won’t go away. I am focusing on my warm ups as my gang shows up. The Bills looking so funny with their red thingies flopping around all loose and in the open. And I should real suggest to Sandra that she wear a sports bra, wow, those hooters are like cantaloupes at the market except they are made outa jello! But that’s silly, I laugh at myself, then she wouldn’t be naked. And wouldn’t that look ridiculous?
The four of us tee up and take off after our shots. A small gallery watching me as I waggle over a five iron. My little tits waggling more than the club head. I don’t hit my shot very well but that isn’t bothering me cause my iron game never warms up till the back nine. So what is it? Sure ain’t our putting (Sandra and I always played teams against the Bills) which wins us the first hole. And of course I almost forgot, as Sandra sits on one cart seat and me the other so the Bills can slurp our pussies till we get a little light headed. But losers always suck, so why would that seem strange?
On and on, hole after hole, winning some and enjoying the boy’s ministrations to our bare cunts, and losing some so we are on our knees doing the muummmphhh muummmphhh thing on their wagging dicks. Our gallery increasing as we make the turn. Billy calling it ‘Sammies’ Army, which is kinda cute. But still. I even mention my unrest to the gang and they just look at each other and shake their heads. ‘Don’t know what it could be Sam’ Bill ponders, ‘It’s Saturday, we’re the only naked foursome on the course, and after that last whole it’s the boys’ turn to lick some lovely ladies luscious slits.’
‘Yeah?’ puts in Billy as he buries his nose in my dark snatch, ‘What could be weird about that?’
Sandy and I are dormie after 16 so when we lose 17 and half the last we win the round with much whooping and jumping and very much titty bouncing. Wow those knockers of hers really fly, course mine do ok to. The gallery sure seems to think so. But even with all the almost boring normalcy and good fortune I still have this nagging itch. What is wrong?
Suddenly things get fuzzy, even soft, all cushy and soft. Huuuh? Is Billy slurping my snatch under the covers? In my bed? That can’t be right. Must not be because now he is gone, and things fade to black until my eyes are focusing again.
And then it hits me! What is wrong! My Gawd, how could I not notice?
I am standing naked in the hallway on the first day of high school! And there’s my math teacher! EEEEEEEEyyyyyyyyy!
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Wrap Up
Well I guess that about wraps up Round 2. Seems like there is enough interest to try a couple more rounds (like I said, I knew this could never be the success Society has been, but seems like it is fun).
I am digging through my 600,000 jpg's to find the next inspiration. Will post tomorrow (Sunday).
And yes! yes! Muffin, anyone can play and it would be an honor for you to post an inspiration to my humble threadie.
Well I guess that about wraps up Round 2. Seems like there is enough interest to try a couple more rounds (like I said, I knew this could never be the success Society has been, but seems like it is fun).
I am digging through my 600,000 jpg's to find the next inspiration. Will post tomorrow (Sunday).
And yes! yes! Muffin, anyone can play and it would be an honor for you to post an inspiration to my humble threadie.
Samuari
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The Thirteenth Tee
OOC: Damn! I'm late, I hate that. OMG I just realized that I did an Angie on Angie's thread! LOL
I cheated a little and used an un finished Designated Slut story, but I think that it works, even if it wasn't actually inspired by Angie's pretty picture.
IC:
It was a mint julep kind of afternoon, hot, sultry, and almost no wind. After spending the lunch hour flirting on the pool deck, Kat came back to the room. “I’m bored, did you ever get a tee time, at that course next door?” She asked while pealing off the thong bikini.
“The front desk called and said the best they could do was late, 6:30, with a threesome that always played together.” I followed her into the tiny bathroom, and watched while she adjusted the shower.
“Scrub my back?” she invited. My Momma didn’t raise no dummies; I was out of those shorts in no time at all.
About four Kat started getting ready for the evening round. Deciding on her “Daisy Dukes” with a cropped top that was tied closed, she spent an hour on her hair, getting it to just wave just right. More time on her face and nails, a little rouge on her nipples, and she was ready.
“What do you mean that only one of us can play?” I was starting to get mad.
“These gentlemen have agreed to add one player to make a four some, and club rules prohibit more than four at a time.”
“Well can I at least ride along? I can be the caddy.” Kat leaned onto the counter giving the man a clear view of her luscious breasts.
‘I’m sure that Tom, Dick, and Harry would not mind having such a lovely spectator.”
For the front nine, Kat pretty well behaved herself. At least I was the focus of he attentions. She was really clingy. Rubbing her breast on my arm and giving me long “kisses for luck” with plenty of tongue before every shot. It must have helped, because I was 3 under after eight.
We were making out in the golf cart on the ninth tee waiting for my turn. I lifted a tit free of the loose top and suckled her nipple.
“I am so horny, will you get me fucked soon?” she breathed into my ear.
“These guys?”
She nodded.
“Will you guys break it up? Sam you’re up.” Tom called.
I got up and hit my best drive of the day, a good forty yards past Dick’s and with a perfect lie for a four iron shot to the green. It was birdie time at least, and a good shot at eagle.
“It ain’t fair, she keeps you all inspired and wound up, while she distracts us,” Harry grumbled. “No wonder you’re 3 shots ahead.”
“Tell you what, Harry. I will lend Kat to whoever loses the hole, so that she can inspire him to play his best. In fact we can do the back nine that way. Kat will ‘inspire’ the man who loses the proceeding hole, until the eighteenth, when she is mine. The winner will drive Kat’s cart.”
“ But she won’t be as ‘motivating’ for us as she as been for you.” Tom protested.
“Well I can’t tell how you will react, but if you don’t do well, it won’t be because Kat didn’t work at it.”
I got my eagle, and Tom three putted to lose the hole. He climbed onto the back of the golf cart with Kat. She flowed into him pressing her body against his. “So you need some inspiration, eh?” Brining her hands around his neck, she began kissing him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Tom’s eyes looked for me full of questions. I smiled the answer that he wanted back, and climbed into the other golf cart. By the time we got to the Tenth tee, Kats blouse was untied, and hanging off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts to one and all. Tom fondled them throughout the tenth hole, and barely lost to Dick.
When the second golf cart got to the eleventh tee, Kats top was tied to the roll bar, and Dick’s hand was unbuttoning her daisy dukes. Kat had her hand on the bulge in Dick’s trousers, delivering all the ‘encouragement’ he could stand. Dick nuzzled Kat during the long par 5, but was not able to play badly enough to lose to Harry.
When Harry and Kat’s cart arrived on twelve, Her dukes were completely unbuttoned, and Harry’s hand was buried inside. Kat for her part had run her small hand up the loose leg of Harry’s shorts and was ‘motivating’ for all that she was worth. When they broke the clinch, Kat took each of Harry’s fingers and sucked them clean, making a sexy show of it. It really took some doing but with a four putt, I managed to lose the par three, and settled in for my round of encouragement.
“Are you Ok?” I asked her, reaching for her nipple to pinch.
“Ahh, yes. How about you, are you having fun?”
“Do you want this to go all the way out here, or invite them to the room?” I slid the useless duke off, leaving her naked except for her shoes.
“I need to be fucked soon. Don’t make me wait to get to the room.”
I slid two fingers into her sopping, hungry cunt. “You want it now? From all of us?”
“Yessss! Fuck me, fuck me now.”
[Edited by Samuari on 03-24-2001 at 09:02 PM]
OOC: Damn! I'm late, I hate that. OMG I just realized that I did an Angie on Angie's thread! LOL
I cheated a little and used an un finished Designated Slut story, but I think that it works, even if it wasn't actually inspired by Angie's pretty picture.
IC:
It was a mint julep kind of afternoon, hot, sultry, and almost no wind. After spending the lunch hour flirting on the pool deck, Kat came back to the room. “I’m bored, did you ever get a tee time, at that course next door?” She asked while pealing off the thong bikini.
“The front desk called and said the best they could do was late, 6:30, with a threesome that always played together.” I followed her into the tiny bathroom, and watched while she adjusted the shower.
“Scrub my back?” she invited. My Momma didn’t raise no dummies; I was out of those shorts in no time at all.
About four Kat started getting ready for the evening round. Deciding on her “Daisy Dukes” with a cropped top that was tied closed, she spent an hour on her hair, getting it to just wave just right. More time on her face and nails, a little rouge on her nipples, and she was ready.
“What do you mean that only one of us can play?” I was starting to get mad.
“These gentlemen have agreed to add one player to make a four some, and club rules prohibit more than four at a time.”
“Well can I at least ride along? I can be the caddy.” Kat leaned onto the counter giving the man a clear view of her luscious breasts.
‘I’m sure that Tom, Dick, and Harry would not mind having such a lovely spectator.”
For the front nine, Kat pretty well behaved herself. At least I was the focus of he attentions. She was really clingy. Rubbing her breast on my arm and giving me long “kisses for luck” with plenty of tongue before every shot. It must have helped, because I was 3 under after eight.
We were making out in the golf cart on the ninth tee waiting for my turn. I lifted a tit free of the loose top and suckled her nipple.
“I am so horny, will you get me fucked soon?” she breathed into my ear.
“These guys?”
She nodded.
“Will you guys break it up? Sam you’re up.” Tom called.
I got up and hit my best drive of the day, a good forty yards past Dick’s and with a perfect lie for a four iron shot to the green. It was birdie time at least, and a good shot at eagle.
“It ain’t fair, she keeps you all inspired and wound up, while she distracts us,” Harry grumbled. “No wonder you’re 3 shots ahead.”
“Tell you what, Harry. I will lend Kat to whoever loses the hole, so that she can inspire him to play his best. In fact we can do the back nine that way. Kat will ‘inspire’ the man who loses the proceeding hole, until the eighteenth, when she is mine. The winner will drive Kat’s cart.”
“ But she won’t be as ‘motivating’ for us as she as been for you.” Tom protested.
“Well I can’t tell how you will react, but if you don’t do well, it won’t be because Kat didn’t work at it.”
I got my eagle, and Tom three putted to lose the hole. He climbed onto the back of the golf cart with Kat. She flowed into him pressing her body against his. “So you need some inspiration, eh?” Brining her hands around his neck, she began kissing him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Tom’s eyes looked for me full of questions. I smiled the answer that he wanted back, and climbed into the other golf cart. By the time we got to the Tenth tee, Kats blouse was untied, and hanging off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts to one and all. Tom fondled them throughout the tenth hole, and barely lost to Dick.
When the second golf cart got to the eleventh tee, Kats top was tied to the roll bar, and Dick’s hand was unbuttoning her daisy dukes. Kat had her hand on the bulge in Dick’s trousers, delivering all the ‘encouragement’ he could stand. Dick nuzzled Kat during the long par 5, but was not able to play badly enough to lose to Harry.
When Harry and Kat’s cart arrived on twelve, Her dukes were completely unbuttoned, and Harry’s hand was buried inside. Kat for her part had run her small hand up the loose leg of Harry’s shorts and was ‘motivating’ for all that she was worth. When they broke the clinch, Kat took each of Harry’s fingers and sucked them clean, making a sexy show of it. It really took some doing but with a four putt, I managed to lose the par three, and settled in for my round of encouragement.
“Are you Ok?” I asked her, reaching for her nipple to pinch.
“Ahh, yes. How about you, are you having fun?”
“Do you want this to go all the way out here, or invite them to the room?” I slid the useless duke off, leaving her naked except for her shoes.
“I need to be fucked soon. Don’t make me wait to get to the room.”
I slid two fingers into her sopping, hungry cunt. “You want it now? From all of us?”
“Yessss! Fuck me, fuck me now.”
[Edited by Samuari on 03-24-2001 at 09:02 PM]
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Round Three
So I have selected the next Visual Inspiration and hopefully it will appear here this time! Otherwise check the geosite?
This posting is for Round Three, March 25th with the responses due Friday, April 6th!
Anyone can play! Juss join in and have fun fun fun till your daddy takes the t-bird away!
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/s-ar3.jpg
Darn! why can't I get these to work? try this -
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/s-ar3.jpg
[Edited by angie girl on 03-28-2001 at 03:25 PM]
So I have selected the next Visual Inspiration and hopefully it will appear here this time! Otherwise check the geosite?
This posting is for Round Three, March 25th with the responses due Friday, April 6th!
Anyone can play! Juss join in and have fun fun fun till your daddy takes the t-bird away!
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/s-ar3.jpg
Darn! why can't I get these to work? try this -
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/s-ar3.jpg
[Edited by angie girl on 03-28-2001 at 03:25 PM]
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I know! I know! I have asked for help from the dumbo geosite people and will try to repair ok? if anyone is a genius on this stuff please help?
KillerMuffin
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If the site is down, then the picture won't work either. As soon as they fix it, then you should be able to see the picture.
angie girl
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auuugh!
OK! OK! I find that if you copy the URL and paste it into the address bar (instead of juss clicking on it) you will get the picture? Try it and let me know? I am exhausted.
[Edited by angie girl on 03-26-2001 at 04:16 PM]
OK! OK! I find that if you copy the URL and paste it into the address bar (instead of juss clicking on it) you will get the picture? Try it and let me know? I am exhausted.
[Edited by angie girl on 03-26-2001 at 04:16 PM]
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