From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Strokes (MFF, slut, golf)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 21:55:41 GMT

			       Strokes

	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 Gs 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- 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!!"

			       The End