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Gary's Golf "Outing"
Chapter One -- Seven Hole Washout
My wife's mother called to tell her she wasn't feeling well and she
wanted my wife, Kay, to come up to Chicago to be with her. She is a
hypochondriac and it's not unusual for her to interrupt our vacation, or
whatever we're doing, with her demands. I was hoping to play golf this
day but it was getting cloudy as I drove my wife to the Fort Lauderdale
Airport. As I kissed her goodbye, I told her to give my love to her
mother. "I'll do that, you sarcastic bastard," she laughed, as she picked
up her bag and headed for the boarding gate. As I left the airport, it
really looked like it was going to rain.
It looked worse when I got to the golf course and the pro told me, "If
you hurry you can catch up with the twosome that just left. If you play
with them, you should be able to get nine holes in."
I hurried to my cart and drove to the first tee. As I rounded the corner
of the club house, I saw two young ladies waiting to tee off. "Oh, shit,"
I thought, "I'll never get nine holes in playing with two women." No way
would they let me play through, so there was nothing I could do but join
them and hope for the best. As I got closer, I could see they were both
gorgeous.
I introduced myself and asked if I could join them. They said sure and
introduced themselves. Christie was a five foot, seven inch blond with
short curly hair and a nice pair of tits in a loose white golf shirt and
a tight pair of black shorts. Kimberly was a tall brunette, about five
foot ten, and wore a loose long sleeved pink golf shirt and a short black
tennis skirt. They both had beautiful long tanned legs. They were both
very friendly and not at all displeased that their twosome was now a
threesome. They even offered me a beer which helped to break the ice and
tasted good on this muggy day.
I was a little nervous and led off with a lousy tee shot. They were
pleased about that and half jokingly asked if I'd like to play for money.
I asked how much and they said they were only kidding. They didn't play
for money, but for more interesting stakes.
Uh oh! "Like what?" I asked apprehensively.
"Blow jobs!" they said simultaneously, and laughed at my discomfort and
bewilderment.
"How does that work?"
"If you win the hole," Kimberly explained, "you also win a blow job. If I
win the hole, you have to go down on me."
"Suppose Christie wins the hole?"
"Then you both have to go down on me," Christie chimed in eagerly.
"That sounds like a win-win situation to me," I said.
"We think so," Christie said. "No chickening out, now," said Kimberly.
"No way," I said emphatically.
"We'll see," Christie said, winking at Kimberly. They both laughed as
Christie teed up her ball on the ladies' tee. Wow, what an ass, I thought
as she bent over. She had a pretty good shot right down the middle, and
then Kimberly hit a long straight drive that had to be over 200 yards. My
second shot wasn't much better than my drive. Christie's was another
right down the middle, leaving her a short chip to the green, and
Kimberly's second shot was a low liner that hit in front of the raised
green, rolled up on it and down the back. She said "Oh shit!" but I would
have given anything for a shot like that. My third shot ended up on the
fringe, while Christie's 90-yard chip was a high arc that stopped about
three feet from the pin. Kimberly's short chip stopped about a foot short
and she sank it for a par. We both high-fived her and the ladies hugged -
- then kissed -- then rubbed their tits together. God, I'll never make
this putt, I thought, I'm trying to hide a hard-on. Christie's putt
rimmed the cup, so she ended up with a five. I two-putted, too, so I
finished with a six, so we both owed Kimberly a "head job."
1st hole -- G-6, C-5, K-4 -- K
The second hole was a long par five, but the ladies' tee was about ninety
yards closer. I had a pretty good drive, but they both did, too. Kimberly
out-drove me even without the 90-yard advantage. None of us parred, but
Kimberly had a 7 and Christie and I had 8s, so now we owed Kimberly two
head jobs.
2nd hole -- G-14, C-13, K-11 -- K
The sky was getting dark as we approached the third hole, a 150-yard par
three. Kimberly put her iron shot on the green. Christie's drive hit the
green but rolled off the side. I hit a four iron that hit in front of the
green and rolled up to within three feet of the pin. "What do I get for
being closest to the hole?" I asked.
"Probably a hard on," Kimberly joked. We all laughed, but they laughed
harder because I was blushing. I wasn't used to such blunt talk from
women. Christie had a nice chip and holed out with a par. Kimberly made
two long putts for her par. Here's my chance for a birdie and for these
two gorgeous chicks to go down on my birdie, I thought. But I choked and
was lucky to make par, so that hole was a wash.
3rd hole -- G-17, C-16, K-14 -- 0
Speaking of washes, the sky was getting darker and the clouds were
rolling in fast. We were going to have to hurry to even get nine holes
in. The fourth hole was a par four. Christie had a five and Kimberly and
I both had sixes, so we owed Christie a head job.
4th hole -- G-23, C-21, K-20 -- C
My drive on the fifth hole was pretty good; Christie's was about the same
distance as mine, but she was hitting from the ladies' tee, which was
thirty yards closer. The wind kicked up as Kimberly bent over to tee up
her ball and it caught her short skirt and blew it up over her back,
revealing her violet colored silk bikini panties.
"Thank you, Kimberly," I joked.
"Fuck you," she shot back. "See what we women have to put up with?"
"Yeah, but you get to hit from the red tees and you're both out-driving
me anyhow."
"Hey, come out here tomorrow and we'll dress you up in women's clothes
and you can hit from the red tees, too, okay?"
"I just might take you up on that," I joked. They looked at each other
and laughed. Then Kimberly hit a booming shot with the wind at her back,
and I knew I wasn't going to win this hole.
But the ball rolled into the creek that crossed the middle of the fairway
and she had to take a penalty shot. Christie and I both cleared the creek
with our second shots, and we were both on the green with our third.
Kimberly's second shot was short of the green, and with the penalty, she
was laying four with her chip to the green. We all two-putted, so
Christie and I tied and Kimberly owed both of us head jobs.
5th hole -- G-28, C-26, K-26 -- C & G
The sixth hole was a long par five, the farthest from the club house. We
could hear thunder rolling in and saw lightning flashes in the distance.
I hurried my shot and topped it, and it didn't even make it to the
ladies' tee. "You know what that means," they said in unison as they
laughed.
"He's blushing again," Christie said, "he knows what it means."
"Come on, Gary, whip it out. Don't be a party pooper."
I was really embarrassed now. Guys always say if your drive doesn't make
it to the ladies' tee you have to play the hole with your dick hanging
out. But it's just a joke; I never heard of anybody really doing it. But
they were pretty insistent, and I thought they were just kidding and
would stop me if I un-zipped my fly. But they didn't. They started
clapping and chanting, "Gar-y! Gar-y!" Now I didn't know if I could get
it out -- I was getting a hard on.
"I think Gary needs some help," Kimberly said, and she came over to give
me a hand. I half-heartedly backed away but she grabbed me by my shorts
and put her hand inside my fly and took out my half hard tool.
"All right!" shouted Christie and I looked around to see if anyone was
watching as she came over and said, "Let me try that club." I got hard
just looking at her painted finger nails wrapped around my throbbing
prick. "Wow, it's hot and hard, just the way I like them."
"All right -- let's get on with the game," Kimberly said. I was so
disoriented, my second shot was worse than my first. Two shots and I
still wasn't past the ladies' tee. "Hey, now you'll have to play with
your balls out, too," Christie said. "Here, let me help you." and she
came over and took my balls out.
"Wow, nice," she said, "Do you want your blow job now?"
"Come on you two," Kimberly called, "It's going to rain." And rain it did
when we finally made it to the sixth hole. I must have had at least a
ten. I was a little distracted by the rain and the lightning which was
getting closer, and the lightning rod which was jutting out of my pants.
The girls were distracted, too -- they couldn't stop laughing at my
predicament. I hope they were laughing at my predicament and not at my
prick. They told me they both had an eight so I owed both of them another
head job.
6th hole -- G-38, C-34, K-34 -- C & K
"May I put my prick back in my pants before I drive," I asked.
"Oh, come on, you're among friends here. It looks nice; we love it. We
should have brought our camera," Kimberly said. So I hit a long drive off
the seventh tee, with my dick standing straight out; that impressed both
ladies.
"Hey, you don't need to hit from the red tees" -- "We have a ringer
here," they said. But the siren blew, warning everybody off the course,
as the thunder crashed and the lightning lit up the dark sky and the rain
poured down. We were all getting soaked and Christie's nipples were
threatening to burst through her soaking wet thin shirt.
"Follow us," they shouted over the noise of the thunder and the rain as
they jumped into their golf cart and sped away from the direction of the
club house. We pulled up to a row of condos and I suddenly realized my
cock and balls were still protruding from my fly.
A garage door opened and we drove in. "What's this place?" I asked.
"We live here," Christie said. "Come on in and get out of those wet
clothes. We'll call the pro shop and tell Bob where we are. He'll let us
bring the carts back when the rain stops."
We went upstairs and they broke out a bottle of wine. "Wow, look at that
view," I said as the lightning flashed and reflected in the lake in front
of their condo.
"That is some view," Christie said, "Your prick's still showing off.
Don't touch it. I'll get the camera."
I hadn't noticed my fly was still open and my half hard boner was quite
visible.
When she came back with the camera she said, "Get it up for him, Kim,
it's starting to droop." Kimberly took off her shirt and her tits were
gorgeous. Kimberly rubbed them on my prick, then took it in her smooth
warm hand and said, "The poor thing's cold, no wonder it's drooping. Do
you want me to warm it up for you?"
She got a towel and dried off my prick and it started to stand up again.
She knelt down and took it into her warm soft mouth and I thought I was
going to explode. Christie took a picture of us with my prick in
Kimberly's mouth, and another of just me when she stood up. I couldn't
believe my good fortune. I had 38 for six holes, so this turn of events
proves that a lousy day of golf is better than a good day at work.
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