Golf On Monday, Chapter Two

"It's 1957. Daniel, an aspiring golfer, meets an older girl who initiates him to the joys of lovemaking."

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Chapter 2—More Strokes In The Game

Two minutes later, I had taken off my golf shoes and we were inside her father’s large house. It was a modern, recently built home with plenty of daylight entering through numerous windows. There was a wide, red-carpeted flight of stairs with black railings. I left my golf bag in the lacquered living room.

We went upstairs and used the bathroom. She commented on my massive ejaculation as she laughed and cleaned herself. I felt suddenly very sad again as I thought about the socially unacceptable age gap that separated us and the fact I was still only a high-school student.

Then, I looked at the small shower.

“Did you ever take your shower with a lady, Mister?” she asked as she finished cleaning her vulva. “Of course, you didn’t,” she added. “How old are you, Mister? I’ve told you my age so I have the right to know yours, and I’m very curious about the man whom I just gave myself to. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Her sparkly laugh had my heart melting! I contemplated her as she stood near me, Eve-naked, looking like the eternal figure of feminine beauty––Botticelli’s Venus, but with dark hair and Canadian sparkles in her eyes as she cheered me up with her girly smile! Her hips were curvy, yet her overall figure remained slender.

Her breasts were riding a little lower on her chest, now that she no longer wore her bra, but they were not sagging by any means. They were resting where they belonged and threw nice curvy shadows under their hypnotizing apexes. I couldn’t wait to taste them again! Indoors, the light fell on them with satin-like softness!

“I’m sixteen,” I answered, looking at the black vee of her vulva, then further down along her faultless legs, then at her feet. I took a mental note to myself; I wanted to kiss and taste these little feet again! Then, I looked back up at her face and enjoyed a new visual sip of her shoulder-length hair, which made her pale skin look so pale. I worshipped her! I loved every inch of her body!

I caught her surprised look as I came close and held her in my arms before kissing her. I wanted to make her feel that she meant more to me than just a girl I was having sex with. I would have very happily taken her as my wife. She was the girl I had been dreaming of!

I wasn’t sure about what I loved the most, between having sex and simply holding her in my arms. Sex was a rush of lust and intense carnal joy. Holding and smooching her offered a deeper, quieter connection that bordered on the spiritual.

“Let’s take a shower together, honey!” I said, speaking just as if we were home together as man and wife.

“You need to take off your clothes first, Mister! Can I help you? I’d love to see what man I got myself! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

She didn’t wait for my permission. She grabbed and pulled up my polo shirt and threw it away in a corner of the small bathroom while I dropped my pants and boxers, making her burst out in laughter as I clumsily tripped and almost fell down on the mosaic-tiled floor. I grabbed the sink just in time to avoid meeting the black-and-white ceramic.

I feverishly got rid of all my remaining clothes and stepped inside the shower with my lovely companion. The tiled ceramic on the wall looked wonderful in their Neptune green, but my eyes were busy elsewhere.

Under the jet of water, her brown hair became black and wet. Her kisses felt incredibly fresh and otherworldly, and so did her entire body!

“You’re a very beautiful mermaid with amazing breasts!” I told her, getting less shy. She beamed at me.

Then I knelt down and started to suck her wet breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth; it was water-cold and hard under my tongue! I kept sucking, circling my tongue around her areola, and felt her wet freshness yielding under my hands; her teenage-firm boobs felt amazing! After spending a long while caressing my wet hair as I sucked and kissed her nipples under the jet of water, she told me something I didn’t expect.

“Now is my turn to kneel in front of you, Mister! The Countess will reward her footman! Stand up, Mister! Stand up and let me make you happy!”

As I heard her saying “to kneel in front of Mister”, I felt a jolt of wild elation and immediately obeyed my Countess. I knew what she was about to do.

She knelt down and looked up into my eyes, smiling wide with her girly-sparkly expression as she took my dick in her hand! Always looking at me, she started licking my flaccid cock. Oh, God! I couldn’t believe this was happening! She looked so sexy, kneeling down in the bathtub and giving fellatio!

She took all my dick inside her mouth and started working my full length! I felt an all-encompassing sucking sensation! I started caressing her soaking-wet hair as she kept running her tongue along my shaft. I had just spent a load of cum, but her mouth and my youth slowly worked their magic. She soon had me half rigid! Gee-whiz, it felt mighty good!

Circling her tongue around my glans, she taught me new sensations. She never broke eye contact with me as she kept pleasuring me with the shower raining down on us. The turquoise hue of her gaze added a mystical touch to the mouth job she was performing for me. I relished it! I would never forget this moment of pure delight!

She suddenly stopped and playfully kissed my cock. I was now hickory hard!

“Now, Mister golfer!” she jested. “Now is the time to play your wood and start a new hole! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

We very soon found ourselves in her bedroom.

Her bed was a one-place model with a solid metal frame. An entire wall of her room was filled with shelves of books. I noticed books in at least three different languages; French, English, and Latin. Overall, her room looked like any modern bedroom from a 1955 catalogue. The walls were painted in a nice watery green, which looked great against the chestnut brown of her wooden furniture.

She discarded the bundle of her clothes on the wooden floor and walked to a small record player. She started the 45-rpm record she had in mind for her very special moment…

Doris Day’s voice began singing “Secret Love”. As the melodious song filled the room, we began kissing and making out, both of us enraptured by the sensual orchestra music accompanying the iconic singer.

Once I had a secret love… That lived within the heart of me… All too soon my secret love… Became impatient to be free…

I had tears of joy welling in my eyes. I loved her so much! Now I understood the difference. In the backyard, I had fucked her on the grass like a casual lover. Now, this was very different. I was going to make love! We were going to make love like a proper, married couple; a very young couple!

Doris Day’s record kept playing… “Now I shout it from the highest hills… Even told the golden daffodils… At last, my heart’s an open door… And my secret love’s no secret anymore…

Then came the long stretch of orchestra music that made this song so uniquely amazing. We kept kissing while I kept running my hands up and down her silky backside, enjoying the cold wetness of her freshly showered skin! I felt her joy in my arms. She kept smiling at me, her eyes half-closed as we kept kissing.

“Miss,” I said. “I’m going to lie down on my back and you can ride on top of me if you want.”

“Well, Mister,” she replied, thinking aloud, “Mister… I, I think you would love to take me from behind! I would greatly enjoy being taken while kneeling on all fours, and I think you’re going to love looking at my butt! You haven’t seen much of it yet, so this will be your treat! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

As she laughed, she got off the bed and played “Secret Love” again. Then she jumped back on her bed and positioned herself on all fours with her butt right under my gaze!

Then, I saw her use her hand to finger herself inside her slit, which I could see clearly at the base of her butt crack.

There are no words to describe her butt! Her beauty! Her erotic softness! She had teenage-firm curves that belied her age. I was absolutely certain that if all the girls in my classroom had stripped themselves naked and entered a derriere-beauty contest against her, she would have won!

My dick had gone back to flaccid status. It grew very hard, very soon, simply from looking at her butt! It then suddenly occurred to me that I could also touch it!

As she kept fingering herself and went through some moaning preliminaries, I cupped her butt cheeks and felt her soft firmness slightly yielding under my teenage hands. I kissed her skin, and marvelled at her silkiness! I gently pressed my face against her fleshy intimacy! Her buns were cool and fresh from the shower. She carried on moaning and fingering herself.

Something savage and unbridled surged within me! I began running a wild fantasy in my head… She was in Congo, lost in some remote hamlet; the only white woman there. A bunch of Congolese tribesmen were gang-fucking her with their huge dicks! Each of them gave her his chocolate-brown manhood! She was down on all fours while each successive man firmly held her slim waist and drove her white butt into his lap repeatedly while he kept hammering her in a shaking frenzy! The drums kept playing while the tribesmen took their turns and filled her up! I was now tropical hard!

“Come on, Mister,” she said. “I’m all wet and ready for your golfer’s wood! Let’s play the hole! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

I took my position behind her protruding butt. Her slit was perfectly visible and I had no problem pushing my eager cock between her folds.

“Ahrr!!!” I growled as I felt once again the velvety tightness of her welcoming vagina! She moaned in audible delight!

I took a commanding hold of her slim waist and began pounding her with unmitigated satisfaction! As I did so, I ran my Congo fantasy again, listening to her purring and moaning while I kept gleefully pounding her, driving each of my strokes deep inside her! It felt ungodly amazing! I was grunting and groaning between my teeth as I visualized a huge and thickly muscled tribesman who was fucking her in savage delight, his mouth wide open and spilling frothing saliva as he kept grunting like a rutting gorilla!

“I’m the big Congolese warrior!” I kept bellowing as I fucked her. “The white woman is mine. She can’t escape my African dick! Oh, yes! She’s mine… The white woman…” I kept repeating while grunting in animalistic frenzy as I roughly banged her on the wildly creaking bed! Oh, yes! Bucking her doggy style felt really good!

She was now whimpering in a complete frenzy as she took the punishment, her petite body rocked and shaken while her face kept sliding on her pillow…

“Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Oh, yes! Mister! Harder! Harder! Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm!!!”

She kept whimpering like this, her head sliding sideways on her pillow while I kept banging her and grunting just like the Congolese tribesmen in my fantasy! She was an amazing fuck!

The record had long finished playing. The bed kept creaking like crazy under our unrestrained copulating. Her whimpers were so lovely to hear! She kept begging me to go even harder amid her panting!

This was my second time inside her and I felt a lot more confident this time. Like in golf, a little training goes a long way! She was moaning and groaning loudly as I kept savagely fucking her! It was primal! It was something I had secretly thought of doing when I first saw her figure, so pretty as she sat reading in her checkered dress!

This time, I didn’t see my climax coming. It caught me by surprise, and it was massive! As I kept driving her butt into my lap repeatedly, I detonated inside her like an atomic bomb! I screamed so loud that I was sure someone walking down the street could have heard me!

She groaned, her face down against the pillow as I shot my bolts of cum inside her! A virgin she was no more!

When I was finished, I remained panting and leaning on her, my sweaty hands cupping her butt. My legs were nearly collapsing under me! I had no idea an ejaculation could be this powerful! To say this time was better than the first time was a gross understatement!

I pulled out and admired her amazing legs and feet, then her entire figure. She remained on all fours and once again used her hand to stimulate her vulva. Two of her fingers entered inside her; as she moved them inside her slit, she began moaning loud again. She didn’t mind my spilled cum.

“Oh yes!…” she moaned. “Yes yes yes yes yes!… They’re all taking me! Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… With their big brown dicks! They all take me like their dirty white bitch! I’m alone with them in the wild jungle! Oh… Mmm… Mmm! Mmmhhhh!!! Aaaaah… Aaaaaaah!!! I’m… I’m captured! Stripped naked! Ah… Oh my God! Oh my God! Their big brown dicks! They all storm inside me! … Ah… Ah… Aaahhh… Yes!!!”

She detonated in a salvo of high-pitched screams. I understood she was hitting her jackpot.

I lay on the bed beside her and watched her orgasming, utterly fascinated. The entire room seemed to be filled with some strange smell. It was something I had never smelled before. It suddenly occurred to me that it probably came from her aroused genitalia.

As she was done climaxing, she smiled at me and didn’t shift her position. She knew that I really enjoyed seeing her on all fours!

“You’re so gorgeous! Very classy too! I’m very lucky to be getting such a nice girl!” I told her. I truly appreciated the way she offered herself to me. Seen from the side, her hips, legs and feet looked like she could win a beauty contest against pin-up girls! I felt insanely lucky!

Realizing I could also touch her, I softly ran my hand along her leg, all the way down to her foot; I couldn’t believe how smooth she was under my touch!

She burst out in girly laughter and suddenly jumped on me! She covered my face with a flurry of quick kisses!

I kissed her back, then I flipped our positions, rolling myself on top of her and kissing her down her neck, then further down… I cupped her boobs, avidly kissed them and tasted some more of her nipples.

“Hmm! Mister really loves doing this!” she said. “But oh! Mister! Kiss me! I love it so much when you’re kissing me and caressing my hair! You’re so sweet and tender! You have no idea how good it feels when you’re kissing me!”

I did what she asked. I moved back up and kissed her, gently at first, then with more passion as she was kissing me back and purring in my arms. She got more aroused and wrapped her legs around me as we kept kissing. Our tongues were intensely playing with one another while she ran her fingers through my hair. We were kissing almost savagely! If I had had any erectile power left, I would have taken her again!

As we kept kissing like crazy, we rolled aside on her single bed and then… We fell down on the floor with a thud!

She laughed like a schoolgirl! She then quickly got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself. As she swiftly walked away, the pitter-patter of her feet was a delight to hear!

I remained there, lying down on the wooden floor. Then, I saw a cat, a black cat with white paws. It had been under the bed this whole time. It quickly scampered away and out of the bedroom.

“Oh, Mister… You had a lot!” she said with a grin as she came back. Seconds later, we were together in bed again.

She then took a long look at my nude body; she stared at me and my body parts as if I were the very first man she saw in her life! Suddenly, she moved like a flash and quickly put a new vinyl record on her player, then she literally assaulted me and began frantically kissing my chest and licking my nipples, running her hands all over me!

“Hmm… I’m a jealous lover!” she said, repeating the title of Frank Sinatra’s brand-new hit, which was presently playing. She kept kissing and caressing my teenage torso, delighting me with her girly touch while America’s most famous singer filled the room with his song, accompanied by a chorus of dreamy female voices with a background of big-band music that followed a catchy tempo…

Hey, jealous lover… How wrong can you be… I’m yours ever faithful… Just be faithful to me… I am just as steady as that clock on the shelf! Maybe you’re accusing me of… What you’re doing yourself! Hey jealous lover…

She was presently straddling me and smiling down on me with playful lights in her turquoise eyes. I grabbed her flanks, then I caressed my way up until I cupped her breasts and began kneading them. I could have sworn her boobs were swelling under my hands! The feel of her breasts was fascinating, to say the least!

Frank Sinatra’s song was already finished. These amazing songs were just as short as a dream that finished way too soon.

I gently took my sweet girl by her waist and moved her back down to lay her by my side.

I was now holding her and contemplating her pretty face while tenderly playing with her hair. Her hair was addictive to my senses! She smiled and looked into my eyes, radiant in her present state of joy. Today, we had lost our virginity, both of us! We were six years apart in age, but we had this in common. No one would ever steal this away from us!

She quickly made another round trip between the bed and her record player. This time, Jo Stafford was signing her great hit from the previous year;1956 had been a great year in music.

I walked on London Bridge last night… I saw you by the lamp-post light… Then bells rang out in sleepy London town… And London Bridge came tumbling down!

“I love that song!” she said when she was back in bed with me. “Hmm… It went well!” she added.

“I don’t know…” I replied. “All I know is, it was absolutely wonderful! I loved every second of it!”

“You think? You mean it?” She had lights of joy in her eyes as she spoke. “But, shhh!” she added, “I love this part of the song!” Then, she began singing along with Jo Stafford’s vinyl-recorded song…

“Just you and I over the river! Two hearts suspended in space! And there so high over the river… A miracle took place!

“Oh, I’m so happy!” she suddenly said and pressed herself into my arms. “Hold me! Just hold me, Mister… Never let me go… Don’t ever let this day finish…”

I held her close to my heart. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. The song came to an end.

She made another quick trip to the record player. This time, she chose “Mr. Sandman” from the Chordettes.

“Miss, you’re an amazing girl! Uh, what’s your real name?”

“Rose.”

“I’m Daniel.”

“Mighty pleased to meet you, Daniel… Mmm… Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha… Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha… Oh yes… Now that we have copulated like horny beasts, now is the time to make the introductions… Oh, it’s so funny! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Now that I have taken all Mister’s sauce inside me… Only now does he want to know my name… Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

As she laughed, she half-closed her eyes and looked at me with lights of mirth. There was always something delicate and vulnerable in her features. I loved everything about her! She was my dream come true. Why couldn’t I make her my wife? Why…

She quickly got up and put yet another record…

“Thank God this isn’t a jukebox,” she jested, “because if it was, we’d soon run out of nickels!”

As sensual saxophones filled her bedroom with “So Rare“, a jazzy melody from the Jimmy Dorsey Orchestra, she was back in bed with me, her fresh, nubile body snugly cuddling me as she rested her head on my chest. I kissed her head while stroking her fragrant hair, enjoying every bit of her girly scent, every bit of this magic moment with her!

I felt something immensely strong for her… I told her…

“I… I love you, Rose!”

“I… Oh… Daniel! You’re my secret love! You’ll always be my secret love!”

I immediately thought of Doris Day’s words in Secret Love (Once I had a secret love…) My heart leapt in my chest as I remembered that this song was talking about a secret love in the past tense…

“Don’t say things like that, Rose! I mean to stay with you… I mean… Why not?!”

“Daniel… No more words! We have this day to ourselves… This summer if you want… Let’s not waste our precious time together. I’m a Spring flower! My time for joy is now, today!”

She was right. I let myself go and enjoyed the present moment, gently stroking her hair and feeling her petite body snugly resting on my larger frame. Jimmy Dorsey’s background female voices were now filling the bedroom with their dreamy chorus…

“You are perfection! You’re my ideal! Of angels singin’ the ‘Ave Maria’… For you’re an angel, I’d breathe and live you… With every beat of the heart that I give you! So rare! (Saxophones…)”

This song was a heaven of dreamy voices, saxophones and soft orchestra music… A midsummer night’s dream! I would never, ever forget this moment that I shared with Rose. Decades later, this song would bring tears down my eyes. Why did time pass? Why did everything end up vanishing?

It felt like we were lost together, just the two of us in some magic place! The Land of Oz… For grown-ups!

Being with her like this was even more powerful than making love. I was with her heart and soul! In the stillness of her room, I felt the warmth of her enamoured body and heard the song slowly lingering into its finish. I was under a spell, under the illusion that we would always be in bed together, stuck in this time and place forever!

We remained in bed like this, naked man with naked woman, for perhaps an hour and a half, or two hours… Yes, more like two hours…

Each time a song ended, she got up and put another one. She had a great many records, all from American groups or singers. The cat sprang onto the bed and found a comfortable spot at her feet. Each time she got up to play another record and jumped back in bed, the cat resumed its purring at her feet.

“Zorro is jealous!” Rose said. “He doesn’t like you that much. Before you came along, he had me all to himself! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!… Zorro the cat! He’s all grumpy now… Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Oh… don’t try to stroke him,” she added as she saw me extending my hand toward the cat. “He’ll bite you. Give him time to get used to you…”

We returned to our silent cuddling session while music played. At one point, she played a song I had never heard, or perhaps once, and I adored it… The Ravens, four male singers, invited lovers to count every star in the midnight sky, to count every rose, every firefly…

As the song ended, she jumped on me, straddled me and made something like an official announcement…

“I have a wonderful idea!” she said with her playful, sparkly voice. “We’ll get dressed, I’ll give Zorro his food and milk for the day and then zoom! We’ll hop in my car and off we go to Sainte-Adèle!”

“Sainte-Adèle?!”

“Yes, Sainte-Adèle. It’s not even one hour away on Highway Eleven. We have a summer house over there. There’s a small stream at the edge of the backyard; it’s deep in a small forest. I’ve always wanted to… Let’s go! We’ll stop at a malt shop on the way. There’s a nice one at Saint-Jérôme and it’s right on our way! Come on!”

Minutes later, I was seated on the passenger’s seat and she was pulling out of the driveway at the wheel of a 1956 Buick Century that was painted in a bright two-tone style—coral pink and ivory white. She drove wearing white gloves that matched the wide steering wheel.

There was something warm and feminine in that coral pink. It was a sandy pink that hinted at a beach of seaside enchantment and primed lovers for more action to come!

As she drove north on Highway Eleven, I kept contemplating her. Sitting on the driver’s seat at my left, she looked like a very young housewife with a pretty face and a serious look in her eyes as she concentrated on the road ahead; her refreshed lipstick accentuated her housewife look of respectability.

Rose kept a moderate speed. She never drove faster than thirty-five miles per hour, the speed limit, which often dropped to thirty or even twenty-five whenever we crossed a village.

“I don’t want the fuzz to give me a speed ticket!” she said once. She also smiled and noticed the way I kept eye-devouring her breast shapes, the curves of her hips and her entire figure. Perhaps she was driving this way so I could feast my eyes longer.

Her window was halfway down and her hair was marvellously swaying in the incoming wind, her brown locks catching the daylight. It was about eleven o’clock on the dashboard.

She was now wearing a royal-blue dress with tiny, white polka dots. Her dress was tightly adjusted around her nubile waist with the same belt she had been wearing when we first met. I looked down at her exposed lower legs and of course, I admired her dainty feet, now encased in half-heel shoes.

She fugitively looked at me now and then as she drove.

“What is Mister thinking of now? The Countess must know!”

“Me… I’m thinking… Thinking of… maybe…” I felt shy all of a sudden. She pressed me on.

“Confess Mister! Confess! And I want Mister to know that the Countess loves being worshipped! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“I think you have legs just as beautiful as pin-up girls… Or maybe more!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha… Oh! The Countess is outraged! Me?! A pin-up girl?! How dare you!” she replied in a playful tone.

“The most beautiful of all! I want to kiss your feet again!”

“Well… Not now, for sure! But I take note. Mister, you have a rendezvous with my feet! And maybe the rest will follow! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

She drove without turning on the A.M. radio. We preferred listening to the wind and humming together some of the songs that we had listened to in her bedroom.

After a burger, some ice cream and a shared milkshake at Saint-Jérôme, she further drove to Sainte-Adèle, which was about thirty miles (48 km) north of Rosemère and forty-two miles (67 km) north of Montréal. It was located amid a rolling countryside covered with forested hills—the Laurentian Mountains.

Two minutes after passing the village itself, she turned right into a gravel road and followed it for perhaps ten minutes. We passed in front of a few summer houses. Finally, after a gentle bend overlooked by majestic firs, she pulled into a driveway leading to a country house. It was a rather small house made out of natural wood, rather dark in colour and jazzed up with a rose-pink door and matching window shutters.

“Here we are!” she said, before turning off the vee-eight engine and slipping off her white gloves.

Then, she slid herself sideways on the front seat; she quickly closed the distance between us and avidly kissed my lips. As I responded to her kisses, my hands went down on her hips, then I started to pull her dress up her legs. I caressed her thighs, her knees…

She folded her legs below her butt and sort of knelt while half-facing me. I reached down, caressed her lower legs, then slipped one of her shoes off her foot and avidly stroked it. Caressing her foot got my dick growing hard.

She smiled with her playful light in her eyes, which now looked more bluish against the deep-blue dress she was wearing.

“Mister loves her Countess’s feet, I see! Mister has been wanting to do this since Rosemère, that’s for sure!” she said, seducing me with this girly voice that had my heart melting!

“The Countess,” I said, “has been thinking of getting taken by her footman since Rosemère!” I replied, playing along and smiling back at her.

She nodded at my words, then she straddled me.

She smiled down at me as she faced me, with her knees pressed against the couch-style seat on either side of my lap. Her face was just slightly above mine as her hair hovered some six inches from the ceiling. She was slightly leaning against me with her hands resting on my shoulders.

“Do you want to make love inside the car?” she asked. “I’d love this very much! You have no idea how much I was on fire this whole time, while you were watching me driving!”

“You mean… Now?!”

“Yes. Now, you silly! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

She beamed with wild anticipation as she laughed, her eyes half-closed with joy as she looked at me with an air that was not unlike the smiling Dairy Queen I had seen promoting the wonders of ice cream! Except Rose had darker hair and she looked more womanly than Dairy Queen’s sweet-sixteen face.

“Oh, silly girl! I need to take off my panties! She then filled me with wonder with her flexibility and physical nimbleness as she somehow contorted herself and managed to quickly slip off her panties, taking off her other shoe in the process.

Soon enough, she was back to straddling me and facing me with her arms around my neck.

“Now, Mister, you’re my prisoner! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Then, her features grew serious…

“Daniel, make me your woman! I want it so badly! I’ve been wanting you inside me since we left Rosemère. Later, I’ll show you how to pleasure me, but for now, I give myself to you, because I want to! Oh, I remember – you like undressing women yourself, don’t you naughty boy? Ha! Ha! Then go ahead… Undress me!”

She was panting and wetting her lips with her tongue as she finished speaking. I kissed her and felt her fiery passion as I held her in my arms.

“Take me, Daniel! Take me! I want your sweet teenage dick inside me! Please… Daniel… Now!”

My fingers were numb with excitement as I undid her buttons and opened her dress top, sliding both sides down her shoulders and arms. She herself got her forearms out of the holes, then she had a new cause for laughter as I clumsily went behind her back and tried to undo her bra.

After laughing her heart out, she undid it herself. I was again magically facing her topless breasts! She was twenty-two years young… Six years older! It was wonderful! My erection was growing and pushing!

Since she was leaning toward me, her breasts felt fuller under my hands; they seemed to be somewhat inflated. My hands got reacquainted with her nipples! It felt beyond good, but I didn’t dwell on her breasts for very long, as I was impatient to feel my dick inside her again! It soon became a reality.

She propped herself up and laughed as her small head brushed the car ceiling. I scooped myself and pushed my lap a little farther out to the front, so I could take her with a better angle. Then, suddenly, I felt her hand holding my dick once again! She guided my hard cock into her paradise!

A few seconds later, we were looking straight at each other and I was inside her with my hands cupping her butt! Her dress was tucked all the way up, with its top resting in a disarray of polka-dot royal blue around her slim waist. She kept her arms around me. She began gently bouncing on my lap and riding my dick!

Once again, my dick was tightly enclosed inside the soft, wet glove of her vagina. She moved up and down on my lap, leaning against me as she did so, looking at me with purring eyes and overfilling my sight with her moving breasts that danced inches away from my face! Oh, God! It felt so good! I felt myself precumming. I voiced my pleasure…

“Oh yes! Oh, Rose! Yes… Oh yes! Oh… Such a good girl!”

Rose kept going, bouncing herself on my impaling dick. I helped her and moved her up and down, firmly cupping her butt! I felt her forceful girliness while her face kept bobbing up and down with her mouth wide open!

She moaned, making the same sounds over and over again…

“Ooohhh… Oohh… Oohh… Oh… Oh, Daniel! Oh, yes! Yes… Yes! I’m your good girl…”

Rose kept exhaling, her breath firing her words and moans against the nape of my neck as she kept bouncing and leaning on me. Whenever she looked at me, her wild eyes were clearly expressing how much she was enjoying the ride!

I felt an unfathomable sense of elation, realizing that I was fulfilling the sexual desire of a young woman, while I was still only a teenager!

I soon felt overwhelmed. I opened my mouth full wide in anticipation, then I powerfully got past the edge. Nothing happened for a fleeting moment, then I filled the car with a life-altering scream of bliss as I erupted and filled her up with a geyser of semen!

The relief was massive! I felt my hot bolts forcefully leaving my cock as I gave her my teenage seed! We did it! Sex in a car! Wow!

“I’m, I’m sorry, Rose…” I said as she pulled herself back together while I was wiping my dick with some rag she gave me from the backseat.

“Sorry for what? It was wonderful! I had always dreamed of making love in a car! I mean… Nice place for our third time!”

“I’m sorry because I hit my jackpot while you didn’t hit yours… It’s just, not fair for you! That’s what I mean…”

She looked at me with unadulterated wonder in her eyes.

“Oh, Daniel!” she replied with tenderness. “I really appreciate your loving attention! But… I’m going to let you in a secret! I don’t hit my Cloud Nine by just getting taken. Oh, it feels very nice, make no mistake, and since I like you so much, I’m very happy to give you this much pleasure, ’cause… If you heard yourself when you explode… Gee-whiz, that’s really something! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Her expression was so adorable as she looked at me tenderly, laughing while she was still filled up with my semen…

“Let’s go take a hike! There are wonderful trails around here! Then, later, I’ll show you what you can do to make me hit my own jackpot! And then… Well… Then, you can have me again! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Perhaps you’d want to take me while I’m bent over the car’s hood? Or somewhere in the woods? We can do that later… I’d love this!”

She sure showed me how to pleasure a woman. I couldn’t say I liked very much the taste of her genitalia, but it felt amazing to hear her moaning and groaning like crazy as my tongue was stroking her clit. She kept screaming that she was the Countess and her own footmen were enjoying her with savage abandon after throwing her off her horse! Since she had given me so much pleasure, I kept going until she had no more steam left.

Then, we spoke. We spoke about our young lives. She told me about her gang-fuck fantasies. I told her about the catalogue page and my secret sweetheart. She played the jealous woman with her jokingly formal tone. We laughed. We made love again, but at that point, I was too exhausted.

She laughed about it, then, she knelt in front of me and sucked my dick until I shot the very last of my seed stores inside her loving mouth. She swallowed and laughed. She then washed it all down with a glass of Allen’s orange soda pop.

She was right. We had one summer together. It so quickly went by!

Rose was too afraid of running against social norms and upsetting her father. She went on to marry that man she didn’t really like, and that was it. We never saw each other again.

After my graduation two years later, I upset my father by going south to play golf in pretty much every single American State. I will never forget my first tournaments with the legends of my childhood… Ben Hogan… Sam Snead… I was also fortunate enough to know Jack Nicklaus, Lee Trevino, Arnold Palmer… I was never nearly as great as them, but I made a decent living on the PGA Tour.

I had many loves through the years. Each of them was an amazing woman or girl, feminine in her very own way. But there was never another one like my sweet Rose! She had been one Spring flower.

We shared one summer together. Only one.

The End.

Published 3 years ago

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