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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> "G is for Golf" MF Rom cons by Tiramisu
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 00:10:05 -0400
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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include
graphic descriptions  of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where
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"G is for Golf" MF Rom cons

A Dulcinea story by Tiramisu

Copyright 2001 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for
archiving in ass and assm.

Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com. Or, preferably, post
comments to assd for all to see.

A game of golf.  She was looking forward to this, and 
was counting on making an interesting wager so that no 
matter who won, there would be no loser.

Shopping for her golf outfit had been part of the fun. 
A short white skirt to set  off her tanned legs, pink 
blouse, lacy white panties that she'd make sure he  
glimpsed at critical points during the game,

They were on the first tee.  Facing him, she bent down 
to put the tee in the ground, kneeling on one knee so 
that her short skirt was pulled tight, riding up on her 
muscled thighs.  The view would distract him, but she 
was just getting started.

"Honey, don't you think we should make some sort of 
bet?" she asked, standing up, feeet shoulder width 
apart so the skirt hugged her hips and thighs. 

The sight of her in the short golf skirt was already
affecting him.  If she was doing this on purpose, and 
she probably was, it would only get worse.  It wasn't 
going to be easy keeping his mind on golf.

"Sure," he said. "Loser makes dinner?"

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully.  "How about winner gets 
to name her prize?"   She ran her fingertips 
suggestively along the handle of her golf club.

"HER prize?  Pretty confident aren't we?"

She laughed bending down again to place the ball on the
tee, letting her thighs open a bit more than before.  
"Uh, huh," she said.  "I think I can win with good 
defense."

Defense in golf? 

She addressed the ball, wiggling her hips as she got 
into position.  She glanced at him, knowing she had his 
full attention.  "So, do we have a bet?"

"Somehow, I think this isn't going to be fair."

She grinned.  "Of course not!"

Secretly, she'd been taking lessons, and had become a
pretty good player, but somehow,  he managed to keep 
his mind on the game just enough so that after six 
holes, they were even.  But as they walked to the 
seventh tee, he saw that mischievous look in her eye 
that told him he was in trouble.

As she bent down to tee up her ball, again distracting 
him with the view of her thighs,  she said, "Doesn't 
golf have some sort of handicap thing."

"Sure," he said. "Players get a handicap based on their
scores.  The player with the lower handicap gives the
higher handicap so many strokes per round."

"Hmm," she said, moving closer to him.  "So if I'm the
better player, I get to give you strokes?"  He groaned 
as she ran her fingertips over the growing bulge in his 
pants.

"Oh, god, no."

"I suppose a good grip is important," she said as she
squeezed him.

"Stop that!  We're here to play."

She laughed.  "I am playing.  And I can tell you're
enjoying it."

"That's not what I meant."

"You know, if you were the better player, you could 
give me strokes.  You could take your shaft, and 
stroke.  In, out.  In, out.  How many strokes would I 
get?"

She was still rubbing the bulge in his pants. "Honey,
please," he cried.

"I suppose I should hit the ball now," she said, 
releasing him.

"You are such a tease!  Now how can I concentrate on 
golf?"

"Just relax and enjoy the game," she said and hit a 
fine shot, right down the middle. He had lost all 
concentration though, and hit a wild shot which 
disappeared into the woods.  Together they went into 
the woods to look for the ball, but  the woods were 
pretty dense.  They found a clearing, but no ball. 

"Seems like you lost your ball, so I guess that makes 
me the better golfer."  She licked her lips and looked 
at him with a wicked smile.  "Now I get to give you 
strokes," she said advancing toward him. 

She kissed him gently as her hand slid down the front 
of his pants.  Her lips parted and the tip of her 
tongue teased his lips.  He didn't resist and his 
tongue found hers, swirling around it, drawing her 
tongue into his mouth, sucking it gently.

"Hmm," she cooed.  Her hands unbuckled his pants and 
bent down to slip his pants and under shorts down over 
his hips.  His cock sprang free and she stroked it 
lightly, making him moan with delight then gripped it 
firmly, rubbing it over her face and smearing his pre-
come on her face and lips, then licking the tip.

"Hmm. You taste good, honey. Give me more." 

He groaned as she slid her lips over his cock, licking,
sucking, taking him all the way in until she felt him 
at the back of her throat.

"Aggh, honey, I can't take much more."

She let him slide in and out of her mouth as she teased 
the underside of his balls with her fingertips. She 
heard him groan, then felt him tense and throb and he 
pumped his seed into her mouth as she swallowed 
greedily.

She licked him clean, then stood up, using her finger 
to wipe the few drops of cum that  lingered on her lips 
and chin, then licked her finger clean. She kissed him, 
and he said, "You are an incredible woman. I love you 
so much."

"I love you, too sweetheart.  But I think you're in no
condition to finish our game.  Since you get  a penalty 
for losing your ball, I guess I win."

"That's okay," he said, pulling up his pants. "I 
already got the prize I would have wanted."

"Uh, huh," she said. "and when we get home I get to 
claim my prize."

"Yes, honey, you do," he said, knowing the best was yet 
to come.

As they got into the car, she kissed him quickly and 
said, "I hope you've got some strength left.  It's 
going to be a long day."

"I'm counting on it!"

"Good.  And I think, on that last hole,  you went, or I
should say 'came' out of turn.  I think there must be a
penalty for that," she said, grinning mischievously.

If she was in one of those moods, it was going to be a 
long day, AND a long night, too!

Copyright May, 2001 Tiramisu

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