Golfing Strokes

Iamnaked’s recent story about a circle jerk off a golf course brought back a memory…

In late 70s Vancouver, the company I worked for would rent a golf course once a year and the employees would have a so-called tournament. People were paired up by means of a random draw, and my partner was a very cute, willowy Chinese admin assistant who I had fucked on my own time on a few occasions named Cynthia. Most people were pathetic at the sport (somebody famous once called it “an expensive way of playing marbles”) and Cynthia may have been the worst player in the history of the game. We soon lost the pair we were playing against as we constantly had to head into the rough or woods to search for her errant shots.

We finally completed the last hole as pretty much the last pairing and were walking towards the course bars (also rented for the night by the company). Suddenly Cynthia stopped in her tracks, grabbed my arm, and whispered excitedly to look into a maintenance equipment shed along the way. If you looked in at a certain very oblique angle, you could make out a couple who were “taking a break” of sorts. A very fat, massively titted woman was being bent over a bench and her (married, to someone else) partner was throwing her a hot powerfuck. Cynthia and I managed to keep out of sight (not that the couple were interested in anything but their own coupling). The woman’s top and bra were off and her boobs were flying all over the place as the guy laid the meat to her. He soon came, burying himself to the balls inside the woman as he blew his load, and the pair of them quickly got their clothes in order and headed for one of the bars.

Cynthia said the show had made her “horny” and asked me if I’d like to join her in the shed. We couldn’t get there quickly enough and fell into a brief but hot tongue-kissing session. She took my hand and guided it to the crotch of her shorts. I asked her if she wanted me to go down on her, but she said no and we sat down on the bench. I undid the button and zipper of her shorts and pulled them down far enough to access her sparsely-haired cunt. A minute or two of high-speed fingering of her sopping slit and hard clit and she came hard. Cynthia gritted her teeth to hold in any orgasmic moans (she’d been a very noisy cummer in my previous sessions with her) and hugged me tightly to her. I nearly came in my pants as I felt her orgasmic contractions with my fingers.

“We need to hurry up,” she whispered as she undid my pants and dropped them to my ankles. She ducked down and briefly licked my throbbing erection before taking me shallowly into her mouth for a quick little suck. “Is it OK if I just jerk you off?” she asked. “When we screw, I leak for hours after you cum and I want to see it shoot off!” I was a little disappointed as I could tell I was very close to cumming and really wanted to blow in her mouth, but nodded my head. Cynthia put her small hand as far around my thick, curved cock as she could manage and jacked me slowly as pre-cum slicked up me up. After no more than 30 seconds, I started to spurt several thick, white ropes of jizz when she caressed my balls with her other hand, intense pleasure coursing through my genitals. Cynthia carefully directed  the cumshot to the other end of the bench. She pulled out a Kleenex and wiped off my cock and her hand. We left behind the cum lake and after pulling ourselves together went into one of the bars.