Not Quite A Hole In One

From where I was squatting, hefting my painful balls and distended cock, she looked like a carefully posed soft porn shot for a men's magazine. Mrs Susan Armstrong was a breathtaking slut and my brain was dizzy with the desire to push my cock as far as it would go into that beckoning slit.

She didn't quite make the putt – it just lipped out to deny us the win and I tapped in for a half and for us to go dormie three; now we couldn't lose; three up and three to play. I waddled to the 16th tee while trying to re-position the buzzer in my trousers. My balls were aching from the erotic feast laid on by my ravishing golf partner.

The match was all over very quickly. My awesome pantie-less partner struck a sublime five wood into the heart of the 16th par three green and as the ball ran out it very nearly clipped the pin. It was her best shot of the day. I was left with a simple uphill five foot birdie putt to clinch the match against our struggling partners who had hooked their tee shot into a deep greenside bunker.

In the clubhouse having a drink afterwards I was oblivious to Mr Car Dealer rabbiting on about the state of the economy. Susan was massaging my cock under the table while chatting gaily to Mrs G & T as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I was going nuts.

We made excuses to leave early. In the car park Susan had a Chrysler Voyager minivan with those blacked out rear windows. She perched her leg on the running board to remove her golf shoes. I slid up behind her and stroked her naked sex under that short, blue skirt with my finger. She was dripping. She simply said "Jesus", and climbed into the back of the Chrysler. With a swift look around the car park, I jumped in behind her and slid the door shut. She almost tore my trousers off and tongued my swollen cock while those giant green eyes bored into me.

Susan clambered breathlessly on top of me and I bottomed out inside her in one incredible silicone smooth insertion. Paradise. She kissed me frantically and held on to my ears so tightly I could barely wriggle my head down to nibble on those rubbery nipples – but I made it.

We didn't last long – a rapid explosion of juices and expletives. One of the most spectacular erotic encounters of my life.

Susan lay across the big leather seats in the back of the car, her skirt and shirt bunched round her waist and sweat glistening on her breasts. A dream of a creature.

"Well, would you like to play a round with a woman another time?" she asked.

"Let me think," I replied, "Yes, I'm sure I can fit you in again shortly."