We were nearing the end of the round on a brilliantly perfect summer's
afternoon. We were on the seventeenth hole, a longish par three over water of
about 180 yards, as I watched Alison step up to the tee in preparation for her
stroke. I had been giving her lessons for the past two months at the Brookhaven
country club and she had been making remarkable progress both on and off the
course. I had been working as an assistant pro at the club since I had failed
once again to regain my tour card through the qualifying matches. To supplement
my meager income and grandiose dreams, I gave lessons at the club and Alison
fell into my lap one day when the head pro, Jack Wilson, had scheduled a
conflicting lesson with the ex-wife of one of the local nabobs. "Sorry to bother
you, son, but I simply must show Mrs. Davidson the finer points of putting today
so you must take that Alison child off my hands." He had a way of speaking with
that pretentious air of a British lordship that made me want to give him a good
clout in the back of his cropped head with a well used three iron. It was an
open secret that he had been banging Mrs. Davidson for some time now and as she
had been on vacation the past two weeks the old bastard was probably ready to
cream in his tartan slacks the minute he saw her. In a way I couldn't blame him,
for even though Mrs. Lisa Davidson was in her late thirties, she still had a
figure that could compete with most of the college women with whom I had
attended school. She also possessed a high degree of intelligence as she had
successfully managed her own financial consulting firm after she had left her
her husband, who rumor had it, couldn't manage his way around the boardroom or
the bedroom. I had to wonder though why she had been hanging around with Jack.
Still, some nights while I was away from my girlfriend I had fantasized about
Mrs. Davidson on her knees in front of me with her perfectly shaped scarlet lips
caressing my stiff member. I would cum in my hand thinking about her, but it
seemed unlikely that I would get any opportunity to realize my fantasy. I
thought back to when I started at the club two months ago. I was two years out
of college and I had just been bounced off the tour for failing to make enough
cuts. The money I made was just enough to buy a well-used '79 Porsche 911 and to
pay for my hotel and food expenses. I snapped out of my reverie as the pert
young figure of Alison Traven strode up to me four our first lesson. "You must
be Scott, she smiled seductively as she walked over to the practice green. They
told me in the clubhouse that you were giving me the lesson today." I paused
slightly as I looked her over. She had medium length black hair pulled back with
a pink barrette with showed off her tanned aquiline face admirably. A pink Izod
knit top covered her bosom and a black skirt stopping just above her knees of
her athletically shaped legs completed her figure. I guessed she was about five
feet seven, rather tall for seventeen, but she was still six inches shorter than
me. Completing the ensemble she wore white golf sock and black golf spikes. I
glanced back up until I met her azure eyes which seemed to hold my gaze for a
second until I was able to blurt out, "It's very good to make your
acquaintance." "Let's get started, she said after shaking my proffered hand, I
want to get in thirty-six holes today." Alison began striding to the first tee.
For I second I hesitated unused to her directness then I quickly hastened after
her. For a high school senior she appeared all business, not at all like some of
the rich snobs I got as pupils who just want it to be known that they were
members of the exclusive club. As we reached the first tee I saw Alison turn and
wave to a very elegant woman dressed in a designer outfit standing at the
clubhouse. "That can't be your mother, is it?", I asked as I stared
appreciatively. "Of course it is, silly, don't you notice the resemblance?, she
stated rhetorically. She just wants to make sure that I'm in good hands." Steady
and calm yourself son, I said to myself inwardly mocking the tone of Jack
Wilson. This is just a job and remember your girlfriend. I wasn't vain enough to
think that every skirt I saw would instantly want to jump into bed with me and
my college education was supposed to have endowed me with a sense of the
equality of women. Why then, did I wonder, how it would feel to have Alison or
her mother splayed naked on all fours in front of me. Walking the course and
playing tennis kept the fat off my six foot one inch frame and I managed to keep
my sandy blonde hair trimmed at least once a month. My nails were clean and I
took pride in my clothes. I remained in reverie thinking until I smacked into
the ball washer tipping it over and nearly falling myself. "Maybe I should be
giving you lessons today," Alison said as she clasped a hand over her full lips
to keep from laughing out loud. I began to laugh and that broke the ice and from
that point on she always demanded that I give her lessons. We became fast
friends that first day together on the course and she teasingly referred to me
as her "master" whenever I corrected the mechanics of her swing. Today, two
months later on the fifteenth hole, I indicated that she was taking the club
back too fast which was causing some errant shots. "So 'master' Scott, show me
how it's done," she coyly inquired. I hit the same shot with the ball landing on
the green and backing up to within twenty feet of the hole and turned to smile
at her. "Let me demonstrate with you." I stood close behind her with my hands
covering hers. The aroma of her perfume wafted gently in the air which made my
knees go slightly weak. I pulled her hands back ever so slowly along with the
club and for a second I felt her delicious tight ass rub against my cock through
my shorts. It twitched slightly from the contact and her girlish smell while I
slowly brought the club back down in the correct technique. I backed away
wondering whether she had done it on purpose or accident, but the innocent look
in her eyes gave me reason to doubt the former impression. We started walking
towards the green and suddenly Alison stopped and stared over at the pines
lining the sixteenth fairway. I turned to look and saw Mrs. Davidson among the
trees kneeling with her skirt flipped up over her upraised ass and her arms
outstretched while Jack Wilson knelt behind her. She was moaning in ecstasy
demanding that Jack fuck her harder. Jack plunged his cock rhythmically into her
narrow furrow with his tartan slacks dangling around his ankles with his
Scottish golf cap askew from his exertions. There was no one else nearby while
we gazed transfixed until Alison started laughing out loud. At that moment Jack
turned and saw us staring with a look of surprise and horror in his eyes. He
just had time to pull out and cum in several thick spurts on the beautiful
upraised ass of Mrs. Davidson. "Damn it Jack, why did you pull out, she yelled,
you never were much good except for licking my ass." She turned around and saw
Alison and I staring and laughing riotously as she and Jack struggled to their
feet and rearranged their clothing. They hurried off leaving her silk panties
where it lay among the pine needles. By the time we got to the sixteenth fairway
they had long gone, but Alison and I were still laughing over the incident. As
we neared the trees Alison let a yell, "I think this is the first time anyone
has lost their panties on the golf course. I hope she took a stroke and
distance, the randy bitch." I came over as Alison held the black silk panties
gingerly between two fingers. The crotch was still damp from her excitement and
I could smell the powerful remnants of womanly desire as I got a closer look.
With a wicked gleam in her eye Alison threw them at me. "I think we should pay a
little visit to Mrs. Davidson tonight and return these to her, don't you think?"
Alison grinned mischievously as I could only nod in agreement wondering what her
high school brain was up to. On the seventeenth hole in the middle of her swing
Alison suddenly started giggling and dumped her shot in the middle of the pond.
"What's so funny, I demanded. Try doing that in the middle of a tournament and
everyone is going to be wondering what sort of drugs you're on." I tried to
contain my anger as I waited for an answer. Alison looked at me smiling. "I just
couldn't help thinking about what Mrs. Davidson said and that look on that idiot
Wilson's face when he saw us." I relaxed into laughter and promised her that we
would return our little souvenir tonight. We finished up the round and I watched
her depart with her mother but not before she made me promise again and I told
her that I would be there around 8:30 to pick her up. She gave my arm a little
squeeze and said she would be waiting. She would fix it with her mother that we
were going out for a pizza and a movie. I wondered how her mother agree to some
college grad taking out her teenage daughter. I had exchanged the usual
pleasantries with Ms. Ingrid Traven from time to time after her daughter's
lessons, but she didn't necessarily appear to be that liberal. I let the thought
pass as I went to the locker room to stow my clubs and shoes. I found Jack
Wilson waiting for me with a look of worry on his face. "Listen, sonny boy, er,
if it got around that I was doing those sorts of things on the course I could
lose my job here. Promise me you'll keep this quiet and I'll make your life here
a little bit easier." I sat down and slowly untied my spikes, not looking at him
for fear of laughing, as I thought the matter over. If I got him fired there was
no chance that I would be made head pro, nor was I sure if I really wanted that
job. On the other hand I realized I could use this knowledge to my advantage,
the benefits of a college degree I suppose, so I told Jack that keep my silence
he would have to let me pay a little visit to Mrs. Davidson and also pay two
hundred a month. I knew he was making decent money giving lessons to some of the
rich old dames who would never improve and two hundred was a reasonable offer,
but he hesitated about Mrs. Davidson. "I'm not sure that she would want to see
you, especially after today. She's used to having...how shall I put it, her own
way in those situations," he argued. "Well then, you're just going to have to
make sure that she bloody well does want to see me, I said mocking his
intonation. I suggest you use the phone and let her know that I'll be over
around 9:00 p.m. and she had better be ready. I'll keep Alison quiet as well," I
reassured him. In truth, Jack didn't have much choice so he made the call and
after a bit of explaining he came back with a satisfactory answer. "She'll be
waiting for you, he simply stated. In fact, I was getting a little tired of her.
I mean that she would make me do degrading things and then she would complain
that she was too tired to satisfy me." "Don't worry Jack, leave her to me." I
began to consider after he left how I would handle Mrs. Davidson, but then I
remembered the panties and her social position. The wheels started turning.
Fortunately, I had separated amicably from my girlfriend a week ago, but
unfortunately I remembered the promise to bring Alison along. Perhaps her mother
wouldn't let her go out after all. It was six thirty and I had time to grab a
quick sandwich from the club's restaurant before I left. By the time I finished
it was almost seven as I opened the door of the Porsche. I had managed to find
it in relatively good condition with the exception of a few dents in the body.
For five G's I considered it a wise investment. Those damn Germans did know how
to build cars, I thought as I pulled out of the lot. I tossed the keys on the
kitchen table of the apartment after I arrived home, and reached for the
Macallan. I poured a hefty double shot with just a dash of water and drank half
of it down. The familiar taste percolated up from within leaving a smoky flavor
on my tongue. I made my way to the shower and started it as I peeled off my
golfing clothes. I finished the scotch and was ready to step in when the phone
rang. "Damn, who could that be," I wondered aloud. When I picked up the sweet
voice of Alison came giggling from the other end. "I've arranged everything with
mother so I'll be expecting you at the agreed time. I'll be bringing the
Polaroid to catch the expression on her face when you present our souvenir." I
hesitated and then replied, "I think maybe we should just leave her alone for
now. I'm pretty bushed from our round and I was just planning to stay in and
read some of Gibson's latest novel." I detected a rising note of anger in her
voice when she responded to the effect that I had better pick her up or she
would tell everyone what she saw. I saw my planned tryst and extra cash
disappearing faster than the scotch so I promised I would still be there.
"That's better, she cooed into the phone, I be waiting for you." I heard the
click of a dead receiver and wondered what I had gotten myself into this time.
College didn't prepare me for this, I thought, as I gingerly stepped into the
steaming spray. I winced slightly as the water pelted my cock, which was
beginning to grow as I thought of the possible scenarios between myself and Mrs.
Davidson. "Down boy, down," I ordered futilely as I lathered my skin with soap.
I stepped out twenty minutes later, toweled off, and poured another Macallan. My
cock strained in impatience against the fabric. It may not have porn stud size,
but at seven inches it knew how to please a woman. That and my tongue, which
aside from learning a fair degree of elocution in school, had also practiced at
stimulating certain areas of the opposite sex. I dressed in black linen trousers
and loafers before applying Chanel cologne and drying my hair. A touch of gel, a
cream cotton shirt, and black linen jacket finished the job. The heat of the day
had given way to a cool breeze coming in off the Atlantic. I strapped on my
Fossil and checked the time. Eight o'clock. Still time as I lit a Marlboro and
poured one more shot savoring the growing warmth. Twenty minutes later I stepped
out into the night air and revved the engine. I made my way over to the address
Alison had provided. Greed had overridden caution I thought as I pulled up to
her house. It was more of an estate than a house and located in an exclusive
neighborhood. Alison had explained that her mother was used to living in a
certain style of luxury and the house gave Alison a sense of adventure. It was
in the manner of a chateaux with a long curving pebbled driveway to the door.
Alison was waiting by the entrance with her mother as I strode up. For a moment
I forgot she was just a teenager. She was wearing a silk turquoise blouse
complementing her azure eyes and a black silk skirt stopping at mid-thigh with
black stockings and pumps. Around her waist was an expensive gold belt and she
wore a snug choker around her slender neck with a dangling ornament which looked
vaguely Egyptian in design. Her large black leather purse had the polaroid I
presumed. She looked like a little countess as they bade me enter. Her mother,
Ingrid, wrapped a satin glove encased arm through mine and led me in. "You look
very handsome, Scott, she said huskily between a drag on her cigarette. I think
I can trust you with my daughter. She says you give excellent golf lessons." Her
voice had a slight Germanic accent and she smiled knowingly while I wondered how
much Alison had told her. Ingrid had a kind of rare beauty which couldn't be
bought or made. It seemed to come from deep within her soul. She had long black
hair reaching halfway down her back. Her high cheekbones spoke of an
aristocratic heritage and her radiant blue eyes seemed to penetrate whatever she
gazed upon. It seemed she was also going out for she had a designer evening
dress on; something from Dior or Givenchy. It was strapless showing off a deep
vee between her large firm breasts and accenting her slender soft neck around
which draped a similar choker as her daughter's. I guessed she was in her late
thirties, but she could have passed for someone ten years younger. "I'll take
good care of Alison," I promised. "I know you will. I think, Alison, we must
invite Scott over sometime for dinner. Now you two go and enjoy your film," she
smiled as she escorted us to the door. Her tongue gently flicked out the corner
of her scarlet lips when she looked at me. I got the uneasy impression that she
had something else in mind, but I didn't have time to ponder the implications as
I helped Alison into the car. "Okay, Cinderella, I said as I got in the driver's
seat, what was that all about?" "Don't worry, she likes you, she declared giving
me a swift peck on the cheek as we turned out of the driveway. I told her that
you were gay." She started laughing which reinforced her age. "You wicked girl,
I laughed in reply, I don't think your mother really believed that one. I'm
going to make you hit balls on the range until your hands are bleeding." "You
didn't forget to bring the panties, did you?, she asked. And give me a
cigarette." I looked at her in amazement. "They're in the back seat and you're
too young to smoke, I said, as I passed her the Marlboro Lights. Don't you know
they'll ruin your health." Alison only laughed and as she twisted around to
reach the silk panties her skirt rode up to reveal an inch of creamy flesh over
the top of her stockings. I almost swerved onto the shoulder as I glimpsed the
firm flesh. "Hey, watch what you're doing," she demanded as she straightened her
skirt and put the panties in her bag. She pulled out the Polaroid and gave it a
quick check while putting a cigarette between her ruby-red lipsticked lips. I
reached over without taking my eyes from the road while she steadied my hand and
inhaled. I chortled as she began coughing from the smoke. "Don't inhale at
first, just take a small puff. If you need something to clear your throat
there's a pint of Dewar's and some plastic cups in the glove compartment. She
reached in a poured two glasses. The whiskey steadied her breathing and she
tried the cigarette again being careful not to inhale. "Okay 'master' Scott, I
think I'm getting the hang of it." She smiled and passed me the cigarettes. I
lit one and inhaled deeply blowing the smoke in concentric rings while Alison
clapped in mock applause. We were nearing the country house of Mrs. Davidson
passing a long drive of elms and oaks. "Quite ironic that her place should be
surrounded by trees, I remarked as I stopped the Porsche about two hundred yards
from the house and cut the lights. Now stay here and I'll go see if everything
is arranged." Alison protested vigorously, but finally she promised to wait in
the car until I signaled. I stepped out and slowly approached the house. It was
a beautiful Georgian style with the addition of two columns in front mirroring
the columns of trees lining the driveway. I stubbed out the cigarette as I
lifted the brass knocker. Mrs. Davidson opened after the second rap holding a
cigarette in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. She was wearing a
silk kimono which barely concealed her swelling breasts and just reached below
the top of her black silk stockings and garter belt. She turned in her spiked
heels and beckoned me to follow. "I was wondering when you would arrive, she
purred seductively, I was getting rather tired of Jack and his limitations and
you rather intrigued me despite your laughing on the course today. I hope you
will be able to live up to my expectations," she grinned as she reached out to
stroke my growing cock through the linen fabric. I closed the door behind me and
she locked the catch. Without missing a beat, she brought her scarlet lips up to
mine all the while stroking my cock which had reached it full length. "Why don't
we get more comfortable, she whispered slipping off her kimono. Come over to the
settee." I gazed transfixed as she poured me a glass of Veuve Cliquot and took a
deep seductive inhale of her cigarette. "As you can see my panties somehow
disappeared," she laughed exhaling a long stream of smoke. I smiled at her
reference and took a long sip of the proffered champagne. It was delicious and
ice cold. My blue eyes glistened with excitement as she strode to the settee. I
took in the firm half moons of her beautiful ass and her long slender legs. In
the muted lighting of her living room she turned on her back on the satin fabric
of the settee and slowly spread open her legs for my view. I came over and sat
at the opposite end watching the display. There was a fine grain of soft blonde
hairs covering the opening of her glistening cunt lips. The hair matched her own
which was swept back revealing the soft lines of her gorgeous visage. She licked
her lips slowly and suggested that I might put my own lips and tongue to good
use. I removed my clothing until only my boxers stood between me and nakedness.
My cock had slipped through the opening to its full seven inches as Mrs.
Davidson eyed it hungrily slipping her hands around her ample breasts. She
squeezed the teats until they were both hardened points of lust. I knelt over
her and kissed her full on the mouth while our tongues entwined in a dance of
pleasure. My hands found her breasts and I squeezed them lovingly while she
slipped one finger between the folds of her cunt lips bringing it to my mouth to
savor. I sucked her probing finger deep in my hungry orifice tasting her
delicious pussy juice. It was like a powerful drug hitting me. I had to have
more and I maneuvered myself until I was positioned kneeling on the settee
between her creamy thighs spread open in invitation. Mrs. Davidson hooked one
stockinged leg over my should digging her spiked heel into me while at the same
time pulling my head by the hair towards her juicy cunt spreading open like the
petals of a tulip. "Lick it well, slipper cunt lips as she pushed her thighs
against my head still holding onto my hair with her free hand. It seemed like
her cunt was on fire. I licked and sucked greedily of her juices. My overworked
tongue slid upwards to flick at her emerging clitoris eliciting moans of
pleasure from her. "Yessss, that's it, she cooed. Now put that tongue deep
inside my hot hole as well." Mrs. Davidson raised her leg higher and backwards
so that her pussy was even more open for my tongue. It slipped into her hot hole
while I used to fingers to spread open her blood engorged cunt lips. My whole
chin was becoming slick with her pussy juices as she kept a steady rhythm
pushing against me. Some of the delicious juices leaked down to her anus which
was opening and closing seductively in an 'O'. I licked further to catch the
juices and sensing my probing tongue Mrs. Davidson slid her gorgeous ass forward
as my tongue brushed up against her backdoor. "That's it, Scott, she hissed
excitedly. Lick and suck my asshole, as well!" I had never tasted a woman's ass
before, and now I hesitated from trying this forbidden fruit, but I then felt
the spike from her heel coming down urging my tongue forward. "Aaaah!," I let
out a muffled scream from the pain, but her heel had its effect. My tongue
slipped inside her 'O' and I was rewarded with a growl of appreciation from
above. Her asshole tasted of a fragrant musky perfume and I reasoned correctly
that she must have planned this when she agreed to see me. She lifted both legs
high now as I felt myself slipping in deeper and deeper. My cock was straining
for release with a drop of pre-cum oozing from its tip as it brushed against the
settee. I placed both hands on her ass spreading the creamy cheeks further apart
while my tongue lubricated her asshole with a mixture of saliva and dripping
cunt juices. Any thoughts about Alison in the car were completely forgotten in
the moment of pleasing this extraordinary women. Her breathing became more
ragged and uneven in her growing excitement. "Quickly Scott lick my cunt again.
I'm getting ready to cum!" I complied immediately with my tongue slipping from
her asshole and finding her juicy cunthole and clitoris. Back and forth my
tongue flicked over her engorged clit while I sucked in her juices. I felt the
first signs of her growing orgasm as her thighs clamped hard around my ears. "Yesss,
yesss, yesss!, she wailed in ecstasy when I took her clit between my teeth and
tongue. I'm cumming!!!" Mrs. Davidson pressed my head firmly against her opening
as she came in long spasms while I drank again and again of her nectar. Finally,
her legs and thighs stopped quivering and I knew she was finished. As I rose up
to catch a satisfied smile on the face of Mrs. Davidson I saw with a mixture of
surprise and horror the outraged figure of Alison Traven standing with the
Polaroid busily snapping away. "So, this is what you were doing when you left me
in the car. Well, these aren't the only pictures I've been taking, she hissed in
a tone of voice I hadn't heard her use before. We have a few plans of our own!!"
I could only stare in amazement wondering what she meant by "We".
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