NINETEENTH HOLE – CHAPTER 35
(By HGHunt)
Sue vs Rose With Clubs
“Lets get it on, slut.” Rose got things going with her first challenge.
“Bring what you got, cxnt.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll bring more than enough to have you screaming.”
The four women traded places as the jibes flew between Sue and Rose. Back and forth went those challenges and many more besides. With the outright challenges and the associated tension between them, these two wasted no time on golf club foreplay.
They assumed the position that Lynn and Jenny had just assumed and they tackled each other’s pussies with their greased up clubs the moment they hit the floor.
Both girls had witnessed the victor in the last match use the grip of her club for more effect than the Big Bertha club head had produced, so these two each went with the grip end of their club to jab, poke, rub, and slide all around their respective fuck-holes. They didn’t tease, cajole, taunt, or delay.
Realizing this was nothing more than a race they both challenged each other to hold back just by the vigor with which they went after each other’s pussy.
Lubed shafts plunged inside wet holes and rotated around and around (having seen the success of Jenny’s tactic against Lynn).
Rose used her grip like a dildo and alternated plunging in and out strokes with wiggles in every direction. Whenever she pulled it out of Sue’s cxnt she would produce a loud popping sound from the vacuum created and she could hear the same result from Sue pulling her grip out of her pussy. Pop, pop, pop. It almost sounded like popcorn popping. The noises might not have been very erotic, but both girls were forced towards orgasm by the effectiveness of the mutual masturbation.
Sue felt her pulse rate rising and she quickened her efforts with Rose. She felt good about her efforts, because she could tell Rose was headed in the right direction as well. Sue used her fingers to ply Rose’s labia apart as she fucked her juicy cxnt with that golf club. She used her fingers on her clit also, rubbing it, flicking it, teasing it, and playing with it in every way she could imagine.
Shock! Sue felt Rose’s mouth plop down on her clit just as a moment of diminished club-fucking had subsided. At that same instant Rose wickedly fucked her cxnt in rapid bursts of in and out plunging action. Sue was feeling like she might lose as Rose’s aggressive combination took its toll on Sue. Sue reacted like a trooper though and brought her own mouth to Rose’s pussy and now the two were heavily woven together by their mouths, fingers, and golf clubs.
Moans, groans, and writhing hips. Tongues danced across clits and inside cxnts. The clubs plunged in and out and wiggles all around and the two heaved and recklessly bore full steam ahead.
Lynn and Jenny watched the closeness of the race and were surprised to see Rose go off first. It had seemed like she had the advantage, but somehow Sue had held off her impending orgasm and had beaten Rose at her own game. Rose’s hips bucked wildly as her orgasm surged over her. She felt the hot glow radiate out from her pussy to every extremity. The spasms were intense, she felt her legs jerk and her body lurched so much that Sue could barely keep Rose impaled for the duration. Rose stopped fingering and club-fucking Sue’s pussy until her orgasm subsided, but she went ahead and resumed her attack on Sue’s cxnt so that just two or three minutes later Sue had her own lurching orgasm.
It felt so damn good to have that golf club probing her depths as Rose sucked her clit into her mouth and rolled her tongue in circles around and around and around. Pushing that tongue forcefully against her clit made it so damn exciting. Her orgasm flooded through her and even though Rose had lost the race she had a look of satisfaction on her face with the way she had forced Sue to come so hard.
Sue glowed with the aftermath of her own orgasm and the fact that she had beaten Rose. “Thanks babe. That was good. Pretty damn intense.” Sue thanked Rose for the orgasm but went on to say, “I whipped your ass anyway. I thought for a moment you might have me but I wasn’t about to lose another match. Lynn and Jenny better take notice. They will be in for the same fate as Rose: second place.”
Sue had caught up with Rose in points and they were in turn only 1 point behind Lynn and Jenny. This was certainly turning out to be a set of contests between very evenly matched women. Now Rose would have to come right back and take on Lynn in the next match. This would pit the two losers of the last two matches against each other. One of them was bound to win and gain a victory. Who would it be?
NINETEENTH HOLE – CHAPTER 36
(By HGHunt)
Rose vs Lynn With Clubs
They waited an hour, as per former agreement, before they readied themselves for the next match. The outcome of the last two matches had served to narrow the gap among the four women in total victories. Now only a single point separated all of them.
Lynn and Rose, coming off losses were well aware of the clock ticking. Whoever lost this next match would have lost two in a row and might find it hard to capture the magic and win the final match. Both knew what was riding on this fight. If Lynn won she would have earned 8 wins and if Rose won she would tie Jenny and Lynn with 7. The impact of this outcome was known to all of them.
Rose contemplated the differing style she had watched Lynn and Jenny engage in during their first match, as opposed to the style she had fought with Sue. Even though both matches were quite competitive, Rose felt that her straight ahead attacking style was superior to the teasing, slow to engage, mode that Lynn had used with Jenny. She readied herself for another quickie. She knew if she started right in on Lynn that Lynn would reciprocate, much like Sue in her last match. Rose and Lynn both knew that bravado and false taunting would get them nowhere. Each just steeled herself for the upcoming race, determination etched in their faces.
They headed to the blanket in the center of the room and with a quick kiss on the lips for initiation the two intent ladies went directly to work on each other as soon as they lay down on the blanket. Rose was surprised but Lynn took control of the club head end and used it to toy with Rose’s crotch. She slid it over her auburn curly pubic hair and around her inner thighs and finally settled it over her pussy lips.
Rose had cooperated fully, opening up her legs wide to provide easy access. Lynn allowed the same efficient access to her pussy for Rose’s exploration. Lynn prodded her Big Bertha across Rose’s lips and even pushed its oiled surface in wormlike fashion between her outer lips. Rose’s lips splayed wide apart, hinting at the possibilities of further exploration. As Lynn contemplated her tactics, she postponed her probing with the big club and swapped ends for the shaft and grip. She had plenty of vegetable oil nearby that she used to douse the sticky grip, making it very slippery. Leaning low to put her face just a few inches away from Rose’s already pungent pussy, Lynn loaded up a large mouthful of saliva and spit into the midst of Rose’s red-haired forest of pubes.
“You bitch!” Rose yelled. Within moments she had jetted a stream of spit into Lynn’s pussy fur in retaliation.
Lynn used the butt end of her club to push that spit all around Rose’s bush and when she had it spread out as much as she could she let loose another volley, followed by another and another.
As much saliva as she could produce she was smearing all over Rose’s forested cxnt. Lynn heard and felt Rose retaliate in kind. Their kinky exchange had both infuriated Rose and heightened her resolve to make Lynn pay for all her transgressions. Rose hadn’t forgotten any of them and she wanted badly for Lynn to suffer under her own hand.
Lynn felt Rose plunge her shaft inside her pussy now for the first time. It glided in effortlessly and the combination of oil, personal lubricant, and saliva made for a very slippery slew. Up to now Lynn had been so focused on her goal that she really did not notice any libido escalation, but with the penetration and the luxurious wiggling that followed she couldn’t help but realize that Rose was having success. Lynn spit some more and she too wiggled her driver’s grip past Rose’s plump, pink, and very wet lips. Stopping only two or three inches deep she twirled the shaft in ever-increasingly wider circles of pressure to all sides of Rose’s woman-cxnt. She lowered her mouth and suckled Rose’s distended lips into her mouth and tongued them all the while the club/dildo was stretching and pushing Rose’s vagina wider and wider. Rose responded enough for Lynn to know that the violation was reaching Rose’s pleasure centers.
Rose’s hips rocked in slow pulsing tempo. Lynn heard tiny sighs of pleasure escape Rose’s lips and she knew that she was not losing the race up to that point.
Rose meanwhile had been paying equally close attention to Lynn’s vibrations and she was sure she detected shivers of delight with many of the gyrations she sent into the depths of Lynn’s pussy with her own 5-wood grip. The intoxicating aroma produced by Lynn made Rose sure that Lynn was ‘all charged up’ with hormonal production. But she was just as aware that her own juices were flowing and providing plenty of nose heaven for Lynn as well.
Rose ached so much for victory she willed herself to think about everything else in the room. She contemplated the pattern of the carving on the furniture. She wondered who picked the colors for the walls. She discovered the tiny specks of color in the carpet. But she couldn’t make it last. No matter how hard she tried she was forced by Lynn’s expert masturbatory technique to feel her lust continue to grow. Her involuntary hip gyrations and moans gave it away. She knew Lynn could gauge just how far she had come along. With all the intimate exchanges these women had been having over the past week, it was very hard to keep secret their relative lust levels. Rose realized that it was important to always keep progressing towards her enemy’s orgasm, and to do whatever she could to focus her opponent’s attention away from those things that might bring her to orgasm. While she was thinking these thoughts she felt Lynn’s fingers and lips joining the club head all over her pussy. It was as if Lynn was hoping to over stimulate her to the point that she couldn’t help but have a flooding orgasm.
Rose kept up her variable penetration of Lynn’s blonde pussy with her club but she sought to distract Lynn from the powerful success she was having. Rose knew she would blow her top if Lynn kept that up much longer.
As in many endeavors the risk/reward ratio underlies much of what we choose to do. Rose realized this just now and in order to hold off what she knew would be a powerful orgasm in a few minutes, she decided to try a ploy that she hoped would be subtle enough for Lynn not to see right through it. She knew that Lynn’s expert clit sucking would inevitably be her doom, unless she could get Lynn to focus her attention in a slightly different way. She knew that Lynn had chosen that BIG BERTHA driver for a reason. It could have been the psychological impact of having her opponents worry about having that monster shoved inside them, or it could have been that she actually planned to use it! Whatever, she had noted Lynn’s use of the driver to probe just millimeters insider her lips several minutes earlier, and maybe, just maybe Lynn might redirect her efforts along those same lines again.
“Ooooooohhh!” Rose let out a gasping sound.
“Uuunnnnnnnnnh!” another grunt escaped her lips.
Rose’s legs shot out wider, wider, until they would have done a high school cheerleader proud.
She rocked her hips forward and back, keeping Lynn’s shaft embedded inside her cxnt, but her rocking was of such a random erratic pattern that Lynn had a hard time keeping her mouth attached.
“MMMMMmmmmmmmmm!” When Rose let out her third seemingly uncontrollable utterance, Lynn took the bait.
Rose firmly kept up her plunging action and she even spit on Lynn’s pussy a couple more times as Lynn swapped ends of her club.
Lynn ‘just knew’ that what she had seen from Rose with the deep throat action she gave Bobby at the beach and the wild lusty contortions she was witnessing that Rose would be carried over the edge if she could force Big Bertha inside Rose’s cxnt. It sure was slippery enough! She had watched the opening of her cxnt spasm and contract with all her tongue and finger work, but it certainly appeared that the hole she was looking at could accept a monstrous cock or even “Big Bertha.”
Lynn was taking her own risk of course. She knew her own orgasm couldn’t be more than a few minutes away, but she had a gut feeling that Rose would just rocket right away when she felt Big Bertha stuffed inside her. So Lynn gave Rose’s pussy one last gob of spittle and a good lick from her tongue and then Big Bertha began to wedge up against Rose’s petals. They splayed apart with no difficulty. Using the toe of her driver she wedged and wiggled it down and in so that nearly one-third of the driver was embedded in Rose’s expanding cxnt.
Rose gasped at the stretch to her vagina as Lynn wiggled and rotated it some more for half a minute before pressuring it down again. Deeper, deeper it went. Rose could feel her muscles being stretched out to the limit (?) and it was an exquisite, even though painful, condition she was in. Lynn was being very gentle, of course, not wanting to really hurt Rose, lest it destroy her lust. When Bertha was in just over half-way it was as though a giant vacuum cleaner had just been turned on inside Rose’s cxnt. “Schluuup.” The sound it made as Big Bertha was sucked inside Rose completely sent shivers down Lynn’s spine.
“God,” she thought, “Rose really did want that thing inside her.”
Rose was now in treacherous waters. She had risked much and she herself had not known just what her bodies reaction would be to having that big thing plunged inside and fucking her hole. The reality was that it had hurt a bit, but Rose was a full grown woman and once it got past the entrance and was sucked inside, she realized it was a consummately wonderful feeling of joy to have her pussy stretched to the limit and to accept such an object. But, the best part was that it was more an emotional level of fulfillment and not as deliciously lusty as the previous tactics Lynn had been using. Rose wasn’t about ready to say “mission accomplished,” because Lynn had yet to orgasm, but Rose felt like she had leaped over the last big hurdle and she was in the home stretch (pun intended). Rose had paused just long enough during the giant penetration for her reaction to seem natural. But when she felt Lynn start rocking the shaft of the club, and she responded to the Bertha-fucking she was getting, she resumed her attack on Lynn’s pussy with her own club.
Rose spit again at the confluence of pussy and shaft, adding even more lubricant to the already gooey, slippery, slimy area.
Juices had covered much of Lynn’s groin, thighs, and the blanket underneath. Rose began to wiggle her shaft inside Lynn in alternating fast and then slow vibrations. Her tongue found Lynn’s clit and pressured it this way and that. She didn’t suck it into her mouth but her tongue was like a possessed demon, never stopping, always moving, always pleasing Lynn’s lucky clitoris. Rose found herself humping back at Lynn’s club as Lynn carefully wiggled and moved it all around, giving Rose a continuous sensation of immense fulfillment. Both were getting close, really close.
As Lynn realized how far along she had come from Rose’s tonguing of her clit, she decided to bring her own tongue into action.
With Bertha still embedded far inside Rose’s cxnt and only the stainless steel shaft protruding out, Lynn tongued Rose’s nub and she felt the shiver of excitement in Rose’s response. She continued to fuck Rose gently with Bertha and she knew that the added tonguing action was bound to shoot her off at any moment.
“Shit! It had better be quick,” she thought. Her own orgasm was now just a cxnt hair away from washing over her. She felt Rose’s body reacting to her own loving and it just had to happen. It just had to happen. It just had to happen to Rose first.
But it didn’t. Lynn was the one that succumbed to the inevitable. Her orgasm splashed through her and covered her body in shivers of delight. It rolled throughout her body and rolled back into her groin. She cried in disbelief at the outcome. She was ‘sure’ that she would have forced Rose to be bouncing off the ceilings with an orgasm. But it didn’t happen. “God damn you. You bitch!” Lynn was mad as hell at losing. She knew it was obvious to them all that she had lost, but it didn’t set very well with her. She didn’t even try to finish off Rose, who was obviously just moments away form her own orgasm. Instead she recklessly pulled her Big Bertha from Rose’s cxnt in one big pull. She did twist it so that it came out in its narrowest orientation, but the quick withdrawal made Rose scream. Even though the lubrication was superb, it still hurt like hell to have that monster golf club yanked out of her pussy like that.
She clutched at her pussy and rolled into a ball, crying in pain.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” It was Sue who challenged Lynn. They all knew that the stakes were high and that some unexpected things were bound to happen, but Sue was aghast that Lynn would act like that in her bitterness from losing.
“Fuck you!” Lynn retorted.
“Girls, please. I’ll be ok.” It was Rose. “She’s just a sore loser that’s all. If she wants to act like that let her. The only important thing is that I whipped her pussy good. Lord knows I can take it. Anything she’s got, I can take it!” Rose’s pride at having been impaled and fucked by Big Bertha was exponentially greater because she had been able to bring Lynn to orgasm even while she was being plundered so magnificently.
“Don’t give her a hard time. I’ll be ok. Really.”
Jenny looked at Sue who had looked for a moment as though she might have attacked Lynn for her perceived transgression. Rose’s words had quieted the mood a bit. Lynn was still mad about losing, but she did now realize that she was still tied for the lead. It was a three-way tie. Lynn-7, Jenny-7, Rose-7, and Sue with 6. Only three more matches remained. Lynn would have one more match coming up, against Sue, but that would have to wait for Sue to take on Jenny. The final match would be Rose and Jenny. Lynn knew that Jenny and Sue, with two matches each yet to go, could end her chances. It bothered her immensely to think that SHE wasn’t the one who had the most sexual prowess. She resolved to win her next match against Sue, no matter what happened in the other two matches.
Jenny and Sue were up next. With Rose’s recuperation well under way, and at her suggestion that they take a break, they got some drinks and snacks and just relaxed for a few minutes before heading back to the living room.
NINETEENTH HOLE – CHAPTER 37
(By HGHunt)
Sue vs Jenny With Clubs
The two foxy ladies, one with black hair, the other with brown, took each other’s measure for what seemed like the hundredth time. Their body shapes and sizes were nearly identical. Both were very pretty. Sue wore her dark pubic patch proudly and Jenny was becoming quite used to and proud of her shaved pussy (she re-groomed in the shower earlier).
Jenny mulled over the situation she faced. Sue was coming off an exciting win over Rose and she had proved very accommodating to Rose, but nonetheless was successful in holding off Rose’s determined lusty attack and make Rose come first. Jenny was confident in her own sex-skill, but remained wary of Sue’s determined demeanor. Sue was just one win behind the other girls, and if she were to beat Jenny, she could tie things all up with only two matches remaining. As Jenny dissected the situation she finally determined that the best tactic would still be a straightforward love-making approach. Use her fingers, tongue, and the club to pleasure Sue’s pussy and use her own determination and stamina to hold off what she knew would be a very aggressive fuck from Sue.
Sue stared at Jenny, watching the wheels turn inside her head.
Sue wondered what Jenny was thinking and she too, spent a few seconds pondering. Sue had come to respect Jenny’s sexy body and her frequent bending of the rules to her advantage: it was only an outgrowth of her competitiveness. While respecting Jenny as a sexy foe, she was still confident in her own ability, especially after bringing Rose off in their straightforward club-fuck-race.
She had been amazed by Lynn and Rose, especially Rose taking the giant golf club completely inside her cxnt. That must have been something for Rose she thought. But as exciting as that had been to watch, it hadn’t resulted in a victory for Lynn. “Maybe it was because that club was just too big and it somehow slowed Rose’s progression. Possibly a smaller club, say..... a 5-wood, would be just right?” She knew Jenny was carrying a slightly smaller 7-wood, and she caught herself wondering what it would feel like to be impaled by that smoothie.”
Both women took a moment to oil up their shafts and then Sue put her club head between her tits and squeezed, causing the club to actually squirt up a bit towards her face. Holding it in place and licking her lips she approached Jenny. Jenny mimicked Sue and they closed in on each other with their clubs held in place by compressed boobs. Once their breasts met they let their arms snake around their waists and with a tilt of their heads began lusty, passionate kissing. The clubs hung between them supported still by their lovely compressed tits.
Jenny opened her mouth and accepted Sue’s tongue inside for a delicious twirling, swirling, liquid duel. It wasn’t a duel for dominance, but a duel of passion. Each knew that this contest could only be won by creating as much possible fervor for release in the other girl. Both knew that kissing worked and so they played inside each other’s mouths for several minutes, their bodies held close, tits mashed together, arms caressing backs and buttocks, golf clubs hanging between them and tinkling together occasionally.
As if by mutual consent their hips moved together capturing a pair of dangling steel shafts between their mounds. The cool steel rubbed against Sue’s dark thatch of hair and slid deliciously across Jenny’s baby-bareness. For the most part they had shared deep kisses with their eyes closed, but as they each felt the golf club’s shaft nestle into the tight confines between their pussy mounds, their eyes opened and they shared a moment of mutual recognition. It was time to move to phase two.
Pulling apart just long enough to arrange themselves on the floor on opposing directions, tools nearby, legs splayed apart for easy access, the spectators eyes were glued to the action.
Rose and Lynn, having just completed their own version of club warfare were unabashedly fingering themselves lightly, provoking just the right amount of stimulus to maintain a highly aroused state without crashing through the barrier.
Sue rubbed Jenny’s pussy, noted the lubricated lips and jabbed first one, then two fingers inside Jenny’s pungent hole.
Wiggling around to feel the appetizing wetness saturating Jenny’s slew, Sue brought her fingers out and carefully toyed with Jenny’s clit, pinching it gently, pulling it left and right, then rubbing it gently with her still soaking fingers.
Re-lubricating her fingers with another dive inside Jenny’s feminine pinkness, she once again manipulated Jenny’s clit with deft control. At first it seemed easy to ignore what was happening to her own pussy, but within moments of beginning her own persuasive pussy play, Jenny’s reciprocating digital exam was generating horny pleasure throughout Sue’s lower body.
Jenny had also started using her fingers to explore Sue’s now familiar pussy. She originated by twirling Sue’s black bushy hair around her fingers, and feeling the luxurious, soft texture. She laid her hand down flat, palm down, and rubbed all around and through Sue’s thickly forested mound. Jenny knew that Sue was proud of her bush and it was hoped that ‘honoring’ her bush this way would seem like flattery to Sue, making her even more willing to accept Jenny’s further play. Jenny relished the slick probing fingers gliding in and out of her pussy, even wiggling her hips slowly in acceptance, but knowing that her own prying fingers were sending jolts of electric pleasure coursing through Sue’s body. She plied Sue’s lips apart; finding her juice soaked entrance and vibrating her fingers scissors-style just an inch inside. Back and forth went her fingers, alternating friction from one side to the other, and collecting Sue’s aromatic lubrication in gooey strings on her fingers. She leaned over and let a long string of drool from her mouth run down to the confluence of fingers and pussy lips. Like mixing batter for pancakes, Jenny twirled and twisted her fingers, stirring up a pot of liquid just aching for consumption. She had glanced at Sue, noting that she saw the drool dropping down to her pussy. She saw it mix with her fuzz and get stirred up inside the ever-more inviting entrance to her cxnt.
Eye contact was something that hadn’t been a part of every match, except occasionally, before this one. But this time it seemed that both wanted visual confirmation that what they were doing was working, and so they often found themselves in a bit of a stare-down confrontation, even as their sexplorations continued. Jenny was the first to get a solid grip on her golf club. Some golf pros say the grip is everything. Well, for Jenny her intended use of the grip was vastly different than the one her golf pro taught her.
Having mixed her spittle with Sue’s secretions she knew Sue’s cxnt was ready. Bending just close enough to give a quick nibble-kiss to Sue’s clit, Jenny inserted just the first inch of the 7/8 inch diameter grip inside Sue’s accepting orifice. The vegetable oil, mixing with the other previously stirred juices, made for exciting slippery friction and the expected suction noises as Sue wiggled her ass in time to Jenny’s slow back and forth wiggling of the grip filled the room.
Sue honed her senses to their sharpest ever, knowing that only her fullest attention to the matter at hand would ever give her a chance at winning. She felt the delicious joy of the forbidden as Jenny continued exploring her pussy with the handle of that 7-wood. She knew that already her heightened arousal foretold an orgasm in the not-too-distant future. But even through all that, she maintained her own focus. Without saying a word, and by making eye contact once again with her sex-foe, she sent the message as clearly as a lens on a fine telescope: she told Jenny, “just keep it up bitch, you may be hot, but I’m even hotter and it will be you that is screaming for mercy, begging for me, aching for me!”
Jenny’s eyes sent back their own message, “It’s me that is better. It’s me that is hotter. It’s me that is sexier. It’s me that will send you screaming for mercy!” Women understand these things. No words were needed. Their eyes said it all. And certainly each was doing everything in her power to ensure that it would happen her way. Arrogance met arrogance when their gazes met and held. Even as both women were succumbing to the effective exploitation of their sex organs, their eyes maintained a haughty arrogance that was transmitted back and forth between them.
Strike one! Jenny gasped audibly when she absorbed the shaft of Sue’s 5-wood several inches inside her pussy. Sue had aimed carefully, parted Jenny’s labia and plunged it deeply inside Jenny’s gaping hole. Jenny felt it hit clear home. Her cervix was being tickled by the butt-end of Sue’s synthetic grip. Sue had been very careful to not jam it inside too hard, avoiding any outright pain. Jenny definitely was a bit shocked, in a wickedly horny way, by the depth of the club that had disappeared inside her body. She could see that all that was sticking out of her own pussy was the metal shaft. “God!” she thought, “I’ve got the entire grip inside me!”
Sue wasted no time in trying to press what she perceived as her advantage. The gasp from Jenny was a big clue to Sue that one more hurdle had been crossed on the way to Jenny’s finish line.
Using the club grip just like a man’s penis, Sue began a wickedly erotic fuck. In and out, slow and fast, rhythmically and then randomly, she plunged her club in and out of Jenny’s cxnt, which was responding with lurches and humping back against that stiffest of dildos. Even when it bumped into her cervix, deep inside, she humped right back against the super long dildo.
“Oh God,” she thought, “that feels so damn good.” Their eyes met once again, as Jenny looked at Sue, as if to say, “I can take that and anything else you’ve got. I’m going to take it all like a woman and keep coming back for more, and you’ll never get the better of me.”
Sue, her gaze just as powerful: her eyes blaring out their message, “I heard that gasp. I heard your feeble attempt to hold back your arousal. I can tell you are standing at the top of a black diamond ski hill (for which the area they were staying was famous, come winter) with freshly waxed skis, and you haven’t learned to snowplow yet. There’s no way you can come back from the brink now, bitch!” Jenny’s brown eyes and Sue’s black eyes bore into each other with the most earthy of challenges: “Give me everything you’ve got and I’ll still be better than you!”
Jenny, feeling the sexy fucking motion that Sue forced on her, had followed with her own deep insertion. She however, hadn’t plunged it in like a fast ball, but more like a babies head snuggling down into a soft bed, she wiggled and poked, further and further, an inch or less at a time. She would stop and twist, wiggle, and turn the shaft around at every incremental stop. Sue just kept absorbing more and more and more, until she too had nothing but steel protruding from her sloppy lips. She knew from the small gyrations and little moans that Sue had crossed a threshold of her own. Strike one against Sue. Now the two found themselves performing identical rituals. Both were fucking each other with their dildo of the moment. Sue jammed into Jenny’s cxnt and felt her own cxnt being royally screwed by Jenny. Back and forth went the momentum. Occasionally one or the other would slow the pace, twist and turn the grip for effect.
Jenny liked to pull it clear out and tease for a few seconds before plunging it back inside. Sometimes she would grunt (in feigned exertion) as if she was trying to jam the entire club inside Sue. In fact, the first time Jenny did that, it startled Sue a bit, as she cringed from the expectation of having that club impale her entire body. But, alas, it was only a ploy.
Jenny was very careful with the actual depth and pressure she applied, wanting not fear, but arousal, from her fuck-enemy. But just that single moment of scary action, caused Sue to react counter to Jenny’s wishes.
Sue, her senses, cleared a bit by Jenny’s miscalculated attempt at lust, decided it was time to raise the ante herself. She lowered her mouth to the plunging shaft and began licking the shaft right at the entrance to Jenny’s pussy. She sensed Jenny’s lips, their tasty nectar, lubricating everything in sight, the now hot steel as it glided up to her opening and then slid back away. She licked the grip as it pulled out of Jenny. When she pulled it all the way out she made eye contact again with her partner-foe, and twirled the shaft 90 degrees and plunged it deeply into her mouth. She had never even thought of such a thing before the other day at the beach, but now, in her aroused and haughty state, she imagined she could do anything she wanted. The slippery shaft entered between her lips, which closed around it to feel every nuance of texture the device had to offer, and then when it had penetrated about 4 inches inside, she felt her throat being nudged by the end of the grip. Making sure Jenny was paying attention, she angled her head for the shaft to line up with her throat and she swallowed just as she pushed the shaft with gentle pressure downward. Her throat opened and the shaft glided down three or four inches more. She was starting to feel a bit of a gag reflex, but her motivation to send a powerful message to Jenny was even more powerful. With another push she took the shaft clear in past the synthetic grip so that only a bit of steel was protruding between her lips.
Then just before her gag reflex would have taken over, she pulled it out, glaring at the awestruck face a few feet away.
Jenny was definitely surprised and confused by Sue. “She must have taken more than a foot of that thing inside her mouth!” She caught Sue’s glare and was nonplussed momentarily. She knew her gaze must have given away her shock. Strike two against Jenny.
More than 40 minutes had elapsed since their encounter began, and as sexy and penetrating as their interchanges had been, they were both managing to prevent their arousal from lurching over that last barrier from which there would be no coming back.
Sue smiled in brief acknowledgment of the momentary look of disbelief she saw in Jenny’s face. When Jenny recovered, quite quickly, Sue noted the return of the glare of haughty bitchiness that she had come to associate with Jenny. Sue returned the gaze with her own version of feminine power and cunning. She knew she had dealt a blow to Jenny’s confidence, but yet it hadn’t really caused her to clear any of the remaining hurdles of arousal that would be necessary before she could be the winner. Her own pussy had been plundered continuously, all except for the brief moment of oral grip-fellatio she had forced Jenny to watch, and now she returned her attention to Jenny’s musky cxnt. Both women were filling the room with their mucous originated scent particles.
The power of pheromones carried to all nostrils, and they did their jobs when the signals, buried deep inside their subconscious brains, penetrated to the basest level of existence. The lust, the attraction, the hot bodies seeking each other, all that derived from and was escalated by the power of those pheromones wafted in the air from pussy to nostril. The attraction was mutual of course. Sue wanted Jenny and Jenny wanted Sue. But both women were VERY motivated to avoid the inevitable. So, inside each woman, there existed an even more personal battle than the one being fought on the outside. It was the battle between the mind and the body. Each was surely tempting and teasing and pleasuring the body of the other with every guile and manner of sexy pleasure. But whose brain could withstand the onslaught the longest before those natural instincts, remnants of ages past, surged beyond what could be held back, and plunge into the rapture of orgasm.
Sue looked down to see Jenny’s response. Sue’s cxnt consumed several inches of Jenny’s club grip. Jenny bent low and sent a big wad of saliva shooting across the distance between them to land on Sue’s tits. Two, three, four times she spit in succession, dousing both of Sue’s tits with loads of spit.
Jenny’s left hand followed where her spit had just landed. Up to now, none of these golf club battles had involved anything other than the briefest moments of titty play. Jenny had obviously decided that that should change. Her hand expertly glided across the newly wet landscape of Sue’s heaving breasts. She rubbed the saliva all around, smearing it on both tits, before focusing on her nipples. She played with one and then the other, stroking, tweaking, pinching, rolling, pulling, and rubbing them over and over again. She did all this while her right hand kept up the jabbing, twisting, pushing, and wiggling motion with her grip-dildo.
All this had taken barely a minute since Sue had given the golf club a pseudo blow job (and a real deep throat). But the action had certainly stood out as a watershed event of their duel. Sue had demonstrated her power, but had yet to thwart the attack of Jenny’s cleverly guided missile. Now with Jenny sending shock waves of pleasure from Sue’s tits outward to the rest of her body, joining the already zaps of pleasure arising in her pussy, Sue was faced with a new challenge.
Sue gasped as Jenny now brought her mouth back into the fray.
Diving down on Sue’s big clit, Jenny now had a three-pronged attack that should have brought Sue shuddering to climax any second. In normal circumstances it probably would have, but Sue was still in the glow of her powerful display from moments before and she survived by the utmost power of concentration and avoided the plunge. Nonetheless, she felt the heat growing deep inside. Now it was her turn to retaliate. Opening her mouth wide she pulled Jenny’s cxnt lips widely apart and met those wide open southern lips with her own wide open northern lips. Jenny’s inner tissues, slippery with their juices, and the folds glistening their readiness, were now being sucked like an industrial vacuum into Sue’s oral cavity. Sue sucked and sucked, desperately seeking to mesh those two worlds together. She could feel Jenny’s clit on her lower lip and her tongue dove deep, deep, and deeper inside Jenny’s hungry cxnt. She rubbed her lip over Jenny’s clit even as her tongue practically screwed itself into the inner-most sanctum of Jenny’s cxnt. Sue’s nose nestled into the small patch of pinkish-brown skin between Jenny’s ass hole and her pussy. The sensation of the hairless labia and the juicy sperm receptacle beneath her was heady stuff for Sue. Even as she felt Jenny lurch and grind her cxnt against her mouth, Sue felt one of her own barriers being crossed. She had gone down like that to get a rise out of Jenny, but the ravishing lust she had expected to bring out in Jenny had come bouncing right back to her. Now she couldn’t help it. She wanted to taste and feel as much of Jenny as she possibly could. She took a deep breath or two, let it all out, and then sucked again. It was amazing how much of Jenny’s loose lips, clit, and inner tissues she could feel against her lips, teeth, and tongue.
Their juices were mingling and Jenny was gasping for breath at her end. But she too had not given up. She continued her gentle probing, her clitty tonguing, and her nipple tweaking display.
Her body started rocking. Her hips lurched forward against Sue’s giant sucking mouth. Her own mouth covered and sucked deeply Sue’s bigger-than-an-inch appendage of a clitoris. Her tongue worked miracles of pleasure all around it and the two were now spiraling closer and closer.
Sue had forgotten all about her golf club for the moment, so consumed was she by the taste and delight of trying to devour Jenny’s pussy. But Jenny was still using the shaft of her club to work the inside of Sue’s pussy and it was now that Jenny decided to play her last card. Quickly she pulled the club out and swung it around like a baton 180 degrees until the smallish head of the 7-wood appeared at the opening of Sue’s hole. Never letting up on her oral and digital attack on Sue’s organs, Jenny nestled the toe end of that club up against the opening and then with surprising ease (it wasn’t Big Bertha!) it was gobbled up by Sue’s fuck hole. Sue didn’t gasp. Her head was buried so deeply between Jenny’s legs that there was nowhere for sound to escape. She just prayed that Jenny’s bucking hips and rocking body would cross that last threshold. She licked for all she was worth. She sucked for all she was worth. She used both hands around Jenny’s ass to pry apart her lips to their farthest and dive her tongue deeply inside Jenny and then bring it back to twirl around her clit.
Distractedly now the two women heard a scream, shortly followed by another. Rose and Lynn, unbeknownst to Jenny and Sue had become so aroused that their masturbation had taken on a new urgency. Rose frigged herself faster and faster and when Lynn caught her eye it was as if they took on a new and different challenge between each other, even as they watched the delightful battle being waged on the floor. Lynn glanced at Rose’s pussy and then back to her face. She gave her own pussy a wank while she gave Rose a wink. Off they went, racing. This time they both wanted to come first.
Sue and Jenny heard the back-to-back screams and each shot a quick glance at the couch to see the final throes of orgiastic bliss. They didn’t know which one had screamed first and they didn’t care. They went immediately back to their own business.
Sue’s mouth plastered over Jenny’s pussy, tasting every morsel her tongue could reach. Her golf club had been out of use for the past few minutes, not because Sue was intentionally trying to cheat the game, but simply because she was so overwhelmingly focused on Jenny’s pussy and the delightful fucking at the other end.
As soon as Jenny noted the succulent ease with which Sue took the golf club into her vagina, Jenny began a slow rocking fuck.
She used short strokes, maybe a couple of inches, and with a gentle rotating thrust would shove the club head a little deeper inside Sue and then rock it back towards her lips. Sue lurched and fucked back. Her hips edged closer and closer to losing all semblance of voluntary motion.
Jenny began pushing her cxnt forcefully against Sue’s most eager mouth. Jenny ached for her own release and she knew she was just about to have it when Sue lost control of her hips completely.
They bumped and banged against Jenny, as Jenny had resumed the clit-sucking action to top off the club-fucking she was giving Sue. Sue’s mouth came away from Jenny’s cxnt and she let out a long low groan of angry release. It sounded as if somebody was dying. She wasn’t dying of course; she was in heavenly bliss from her release. The entrapment she had felt of trying to hold back her orgasm was gone. She just let it flow and flow and flow. She groaned again and again as Jenny maintained her fuck-rocking action. Jenny had to try and follow Sue’s lurching hips with her mouth, sometimes succeeding, and sometimes not.
Jenny, realizing her victory could not just relax. She was so intensely horny that she was not about to lose out on her own orgasm. After Sue let out her third and fourth groans of sexual ecstasy, Jenny thrust her open gash upwards towards Sue’s groaning mouth, demanding with her movement, Sue’s finishing touch. Sue, this time, was so overwhelmingly horny herself that she joyously re-attached her mouth to Jenny’s cxnt and resumed her lapping, tonguing, sucking, penetrating molestation of Jenny’s pussy. Jenny kept up her club-fuck of Sue’s hole even as Sue slowed down. Jenny pushed her hips hard against Sue’s eager mouth and in three or four minutes Jenny finally had her desired release. Her orgasm sprayed over her like a penetrating mist or cloud. It entered her pores, the soles of her feet, her elbows, and everything else. Her entire body convulsed and stiffened at the peak of her orgasm’s power.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Her wailing cry revealed the intensity of her orgasm, made all the more by the win that put Jenny in the lead. The others watched and listened as Jenny’s orgasm slowly faded away, like the sun burning off a morning fog.
The two spent women just rolled aside, lying on their backs side by side. Jenny’s golf club lay flat with its head still firmly implanted inside Sue. The shaft lay on the floor sticking straight out from between her legs like some weird antennae. It was several minutes before the two women recovered their normal breathing enough to even lift their heads off the blanket. Jenny reached to her pussy and felt her own smooth skin. She did it as an affirmation that all was well down there. She was still getting used to her shaved lips, and she let her finger stray momentarily inside, where she picked up the gooey liquid residue of Sue’s delicious pussy loving. Lifting her index finger to her mouth she sucked it clean and swallowed the heavenly nectar.
Sue, having seen Jenny out of the corner of her eye, sat up and very gently pulled Jenny’s club out of her vagina. Pop. The small wood slid out without any discomfort and Sue handed it over to Jenny. “Here, I believe this is yours.” Sue massaged her skin lightly and stood up, staring down at the still reclining Jenny. “You know, Jenny, I still don’t like losing, but I will say that that was the ‘best’ loss I’ve ever had. It was incredible.”
“Well thank you dear, I think I deserved that last orgasm. After all the pleasure I gave you, I sure did enjoy the last one!”
“So, what was up with you two?” Sue pointed her question at Lynn and Rose, who just smiled.
“Well girls, we now have a new leader. 8 wins! Hallelujah!” Jenny stood and pulled Sue close, giving her a big wet kiss on the mouth. Their passion from the last hour lingered and each took a moment to bask in the loving glow of a shared kiss.
Without overtones of antagonism, they held each other close for nearly a minute, their kiss melting away the combative spirit.
They finally pulled apart, capturing the other’s gaze with her eyes, and passing a bond of lusty contentment between them.
“Enough! Enough girls. I hope you two aren’t forgetting that you each have another match. Hmm. Lets see,” said Lynn as she looked at the handwritten order of their matches, “Sue and I have the next match with Rose and Jenny to follow. It ain’t over until the fat lady sings. Isn’t that what they say?”
Since Sue was up next and she had just finished her match with Jenny, it was time for a break. Saturday afternoon outside their rooms was bright blue sky, soft winds, and temps in the mid 80s.
But inside, with the air conditioning on, it seemed even hotter than outside. The air practically crackled with the erotic charges flashing across the space between these women. This break in the action was typical, a few munchies, something to drink, and just lounging around. In a less tumultuous atmosphere some of them might have taken a nap, but not a one among them even gave it a thought that afternoon. Small talk was tried, but with little lingering conversation. All four women had something important to think about.
Sue, having just fallen to Jenny, had become the first to be mathematically eliminated from a chance at being the overall winner. She had 6 points, and Jenny had 8, with no way for her to catch Jenny with only a match each remaining. Sue acknowledged that fact, but only for a moment, because she knew she would be facing off with Lynn next. Recollecting her past encounters with Lynn, she fondly remembered the incident at the 19th hole last Sunday at the veranda of the clubhouse. She had surprised and discomforted Lynn with her bold kiss. Warm spinal tingling sensations reminded her of the special power she had felt, having caused Lynn such distress, however momentarily. But as she let her mind wander through the rest of the week, she realized that since that first encounter, Lynn had beaten her at every event. Three victories in a row for Lynn! “Damn! That haughty bitch won’t beat me again!” Sue recognized her fuming desire to beat Lynn as strength. This was going to be VERY personal. She hadn’t yet seen Lynn hold off the burning arousal of desire with near the fortitude that she had used to forestall Jenny. True, Jenny had held off even longer, but Sue was rightfully proud of the lengths she had forced Jenny to go to for her win. She doubted that Lynn could maintain that kind of persistence and pace. Sue’s thoughts melted into a single, almost sublime, spiritual commonality. “I’m better than Lynn.
I’m better than Lynn. I’m better than Lynn.” Her face took on a pastel hue of contentment and bliss, even as the time grew closer for the match to begin.
Lynn, ever the confident combatant, viewed her upcoming sexfight with Sue in a very different light. Her confidence was brimming because of the triple victories she had over Sue, since the 19th hole. “Sue must be exhausted,” she thought, “after that draining episode with Jenny. How could she have the stamina and mental toughness to beat ME of all people?” Lynn’s awareness of the overall standings was keen. She was one match behind Jenny, and currently tied with Rose, at 7 points. Rose would be up against Jenny and Lynn knew there was nothing she could do but root for Rose, which coupled with a victory for herself would result in a tie for the championship. All she had to do was beat Sue and she would be tied with Jenny, after that, the rest would be up to Rose and Jenny. One difference between the two sexfighters was the difference in personalizing the conflict. Lynn was hoping to catch up with Jenny, but she had to do it by wrestling with Sue.
She couldn’t keep her mind off the scoreboard. Sue, of course was past that. She had thoughts only of Lynn and the defeat she would serve her.
Rose did mull over the standings for a moment, but her thoughts kept coming back to the erotic tension she felt every time a new match began. She could almost feel the knot in her stomach that accompanied the lusty foreplay and verbal confrontations of earlier battles. She tasted the sweet skin of her opponents, and relished the remnants of hot orgasms that were buried like a treasure deep in her brain. She could almost pull them back up into reality. She actually shivered with the emotional joy that accompanied the replay in her mind of her 7 victories. The joy of those orgasms and the power of her dominance were exquisite.
Rose didn’t have to consciously ‘psych’ herself up for her match. She would be on a natural high.
Jenny, having now gathered up two wins in this round, after having been shutout in the last round of pussy-to-pussy battles, had regained her confidence, especially after the marathon with Sue. Her meditations were a sort of amalgam of the other three ladies thought combined. She viewed her upcoming conflict with Rose very personally. So far they each had two wins over the other, and this would be the personal tie-breaker between them.
She also knew if she won, she would be the overall champion in a contest that she hadn’t dreamed existed before last Sunday. Rose had been the one to propose keeping score and Jenny would like nothing better than to claim bragging rights of “Sex Queen” within their foursome as a result. Jenny’s cunning mind and clever manipulation of events didn’t place her apart from the physical though. Her erotic mood had grown like a mushroom cloud over a Nevada test site, and she now found erotic joy from everyday context. She found herself fantasizing (planning?) about her delicious hook-up with Rose and the golf club adventure. “God that is going to be fun!” she reflected to herself. Her meditation slowed to a crawl and she was thinking of almost nothing at all when Rose announced that it was now time.
NINETEENTH HOLE – CHAPTER 38
(By HGHunt)
Sue vs Lynn With Clubs
“It’s time.” Rose spoke softly, but it seemed like shouting to Lynn, Sue, and Jenny, who were nearly in a trance. It took a second time for Rose’s announcement to sink in before any of the others stirred. Lynn and Sue moved slowly, but inside they were ready.
The Vaseline jar, opened on the floor, was nearly empty. Its contents were being smeared over both golf clubs, each girl appearing to massage her precious club. Lynn purred like a kitty as she stroked her driver, watching Sue sensuously apply the Vaseline to her own 5-wood. She didn’t really notice the fierce look of determination on Sue’s face. Lynn watched but didn’t ‘see’ Sue at all. She was thinking about Jenny’s 1-point lead and her goal of pulling even with her. Sue was absolutely gorgeous, the resolve within, transmitted to her face a calm but stern beauty. Her dark hair and eyes framed her chiseled features magnificently.
“Let’s get this started with a kiss,” Sue then lowered her voice to an almost inaudible whisper, “bitch!”
By now of course the women were used to trash talk from each other and it didn’t faze Lynn to hear, barely, Sue’s last word.
But what it didn’t do either was give her the warning she should have taken seriously about Sue’s resolve. Lynn stepped to within arms length of Sue and waited. It didn’t take long and Sue stepped right up to Lynn. Their breasts met, compressed together a bit, and held their ground. Sue took a deep breath and leaned in close as Lynn matched her move symmetrically. Their mouths met and Sue tasted the healthy feminine lips, the shiny white teeth, and the pink dancing tongue. Sue drove her tongue inside Lynn’s mouth and etched a path around her pearly teeth. She examined every square millimeter of Lynn’s gums, every square millimeter of her teeth, every square millimeter of the roof of her mouth, and every square millimeter (several times over) of her tongue. It seemed at first to be a routine kiss, but the delicacy and obvious lusty exploration into every reachable corner of her mouth made Lynn’s breathing become just a little more ragged and erratic.
Lynn slithered her tongue inside Sue’s mouth too, of course, and she lavished considerable attention on her counterpart’s tongue.
Their tongues spent nearly four minutes devoted to continuous liquid dancing. Each still held her golf club in one hand while using the other to wrap gently around the waist of her partner.
With the tongue kiss lingering too long to suit Lynn, she backed away and brought her club head up to her lips for a quick kiss, before cupping it in her hand and holding the club in a fashion similar to a computer mouse, pressed it into Sue’s crotch. “Feel that girl? I know you want it.” She rubbed it firmly over Sue’s bushy black hair, and then pushed it lower to grind against Sue’s plump pussy lips. Sue just stared at Lynn, measuring her demeanor and planning her next move. “Yeah, I feel it. I feel your club. I sure do want it, but not as much as you want it.
You’re the one that wants it more. You’re the one that wants me more.” With that Sue brought her own club up to her hand and with a move similar to Lynn’s began palming it across Lynn’s crotch. She pressed it into Lynn’s blonde pubes. Moving it in small circles, ever-widening, she compressed Lynn’s flesh just enough to assure her of the power behind the club, but only enough to elicit the first erotic sensations. Sue could feel Lynn’s club rubbing across her pussy, but it was more than a minute before she lowered her club head to Lynn’s vulva.
The two were still standing, about a foot apart. The clubs glided effortlessly and deliciously over the tender skin of each woman’s labia. The natural energy of lusty libidos had its switch turned on. The old phrase is a well-chosen moniker. Both women were now ‘turned on.’ There seemed to be some awkwardness to their movements though. The long shafts of their clubs, dependent on the particular way they held their clubs, made for less than graceful exploration. Each shaft protruded nearly upward, angling between them and bumping each other and basically getting in the way.
In a surprise move, Sue grabbed Lynn’s club out of her hand and tossed it aside. Lynn, stunned a bit, just stood there as Sue thrust her hips forward, her fuzzy mound bumping the heel of her club, and forcing the toe of the club a bit deeper between Lynn’s legs. Sue drew her hand up higher on the club, holding it just enough to keep it from falling, and reached around Lynn’s waist and grabbed her ass. Pulling Lynn forward, and thrusting her own hips out, she felt the mass of the club pressing into her crotch as it met Lynn’s crotch equally.
Looking into Lynn’s eyes, Sue said, “Lets get on the floor with this.”
“Suits me just fine.”
The two spent a few seconds arranging themselves on the blanket.
They brought their crotches together by throwing one leg over the leg of the other. In a sitting position their crotches were now cuddling up to each other and their torsos and faces were within reach of each other. Sue brought the club into the narrow confines of the region between their pussies. She nestled her bushy crotch up against the club as Lynn did the same with her blonde bush.
Lynn cooed as she felt the bump and pressure that traveled through the club from Sue’s wiggling hips. While not the shape of a double dildo, the club head was in position to transfer pubic gyrations between the two. Their pussies were locked to the well-greased device and were wiggling and squirming against each other, trying diligently to direct their thrusts and parries to best advantage against the other. They bumped and humped against each other for a few minutes, eventually both became frustrated with the lack of stimulation they seemed to be able to generate. The friction of club against pussy felt pretty nice, but there was very little penetration possible this way, and their sexy vulvas were kept apart by the thickness of the club head. Lynn was the first to become discontented with the progress and so she slid apart for just a moment and swapped the club 180 degrees, so that now the grip was between their pussies. Sue allowed Lynn to pull the switch uncontested.
Back together they came. This time the much narrower end of the club allowed their labia to distend out to the side and envelope the grip enough to touch on opposing sides. This was better, but within a couple of minutes this seemed too tame as well. The club would tickle their clits, but it wasn’t enough. Their labia could snake around the grip and touch, but it wasn’t enough. Sue leaned forward to kiss Lynn again, even as she ground her pussy against Lynn and the club for the last time.
Lynn responded to Sue’s kiss by grabbing the golf club and discarding it off to the side. Oh, no! She was breaking the rules! Mock anguish!
What a relief thought Sue. Now I can get after her without that crap in my way! Jenny and Rose, on the sidelines, didn’t say anything. They just left it up to the two girls to decide for themselves. Sue urged her body forward a bit on the floor, pressing her pussy firmly up against Lynn’s orifice. Sue lifted her right leg and bent the knee to wrap it around Lynn’s back.
With her heel she could pull Lynn forward even more, which is what she did. Their kiss continued, picking up where the earlier kiss had left off. Tongues swirled around inside their mouths.
Lynn’s leg reached around Sue and pulled Sue closer to her. Sue used her left hand to grab her own right ankle around Lynn’s back. She pulled her ankle towards her, pinning Lynn and her pussy deliciously up against her own cxnt. Lynn felt the squeeze, and being symmetrically positioned she managed to do the same thing. Giving a quick yank on her own ankle she plastered her pussy up against Sue’s dark thatched pussy. Sue grunted at the impact, but it only made her pull even harder herself.
Body versus body: Dueling tongues, breasts, nipples, pussies, and legs they devoured each other with every millimeter of skin that could find another millimeter of skin of the foe. The raggedness of their breathing was more and more evident. Sue was ready to up the ante. She let go of her ankle and leaned just a bit to her left and reached the recently discarded golf club.
She pulled the club behind Lynn and worked the grip into her ass crack. She wormed the blunt end of the club around and around Lynn’s puckered hole.
Lynn, in her arousal, felt the probing of her asshole. Wondering if Sue could jam it up into her or if it was just teasing. She found herself wanting to be probed by the shaft. Sue noted the shift in Lynn’s breathing, the gasp that came out of her mouth, and the anxious wiggling that accompanied the near intrusion.
Lynn leaned back for a moment, readying herself to raise the ante, swirled a large mouthful of saliva around, and then let it fly at Sue’s face. The spit landed squarely in the center of Sue’s face, dead between her eyes. “You bitch!” Sue didn’t let that go unanswered and she returned the favor with a big splat across Lynn’s right eyebrow. Back and forth they each spat three more times, covering their pretty faces in drizzly, bubbly, saliva. A few more trash talking barbs passed between them before Sue thrust her upper body against Lynn, knocking her over on her back.
As they tumbled to the floor Sue gained superior position and immediately began humping Lynn’s pussy with her own. She gritted her teeth in determination to force Lynn closer and closer to an orgasm. Lynn fumed at the superior fucking position Sue had found and she fought to throw her off. But the combination of fatigued muscles and her own horniness prevented her from accomplishing anything more than bouncing Sue around a bit. She felt Sue’s slippery pussy grinding downward against her own, missionary style. She watched and felt her own spit dripping down off of Sue’s face onto her own. She didn’t like her predicament one bit and she was determined to turn the tables on Sue. But of course Sue had other ideas.
Sue thrust her hips wildly against Lynn, banging her fuzzy mound against Lynn over and over again. Lynn began to moan from the delicious and furious pounding her pussy was receiving. She tried repeatedly to throw Sue off but each time all that was accomplished was a more furious pounding from Sue’s determined pussy. Sue dropped her spit-covered face lower to Lynn and went after her mouth with her own open mouth. Lynn could hardly resist and she returned the favor eagerly. Lynn knew her arousal was surging and it was imperative that she do something to slow down the momentum that Sue had built, but what?
She remembered the golf club. Sue’s 5-wood was lying close to them and Lynn grabbed it and she aimed to use it on Sue’s butt, much like what Sue had done with her a few minutes earlier. It wasn’t easy with Sue continuing her kiss and hump action on top of Lynn. Somehow Lynn managed to reach around behind Sue far enough to get the club’s shaft/grip aimed roughly at Sue’s gyrating asshole. Sue didn’t stop her fucking but she didn’t try to thwart Lynn’s probing either. She felt the tip of the same grip that had moment before been probing Lynn’s behind. Sue felt both kinky and in control for the moment and she didn’t think a little ass-play would hurt a thing.
Lynn got her index finger a knuckle deep inside Sue’s butt. She felt her sphincter loosen a bit as she pushed it deeper. Then with her finger about 1” inside she felt the anal contraction pinching her finger. “She’s ready now,” thought Lynn. With some difficulty she replaced her finger with the club. It took some doing to control it well enough to work past the tight entrance, but Sue seemed obliging by slowing her pushes somewhat to allow for Lynn to accomplish what she wanted. As motivated and intensely determined as Sue was, she had felt an ache for her ass to be plundered and it felt really good to have Lynn work the club into her tight ass. “Mmmmm,” Sue murmured into Lynn’s mouth as she felt the slippery grip work past her opening and give her stretchy hole a nice full feeling.
Jenny and Rose watched from the nearby couch as the two hot, desperate women ravished each other, jostled for position, and took all the other could dish out. Sue looked pretty strange actually, her bouncing butt looked quite peculiar with a golf club, embedded a few inches inside her ass, rapidly gyrating and bouncing around in crude response to her humping motions that still did not let up.
Sue felt her ass take the club. She felt it wickedly probe her hole, and she felt it push against her bowel wall as the weight of the club head prevented the shaft from following her body motions directly. Lynn had made sure it was deep enough to stay inside and she removed her hand from the club and she grabbed Sue by the hair and pulled her head and face down towards her own mouth as their kissing continued. Lynn’s pussy had been pummeled for nearly 15 or 20 minutes now by Sue’s bushy mound and pussy and it was beginning to take its toll. Lynn was trying hard to maintain her aggression and pulling Sue’s hair was another way to try to maintain some small level of control.
Predominate now though for Lynn, was the fact that her pussy was burning with desire. Her clit had been jostled and rubbed for so long, her pussy lips so deliciously enflamed, that the battle for control was being lost. With her hands still firmly gripping Sue’s hair she pulled her head up and away from the exhaustive kiss and began to scream her submissive demands. “Fuck me more! Fuck me harder, bitch!” She yanked on Sue’s hair, first to one side and then the other, but Sue just kept pounding and rubbing her pussy and clit down, down, as deeply as she could into Lynn’s wide open crotch. Quickly, Sue reached around behind and pulled that damn golf club from her ass so that she would have more freedom to pound away at Lynn. Wham! Wham! Wham! She smashed her pussy again and again down into Lynn. Lynn began to moan and groan. Sue spat in her face from above another time and all Lynn did was scream, “More! More! Give me more!” Sue felt her own pussy begin to vibrate with the rousing electricity of her impending orgasm. Sue had been in control for so long, and her confidence that she would have Lynn orgasm first so powerful, that it was a bit of a surprise to feel her own orgasm approaching. She knew that Lynn had to be very close, and so as not to risk letting Lynn’s arousal fall backwards in any way, Sue forged full speed ahead, risking her own loss of control.
Grinding and rubbing her soaking pussy down and into Lynn, she felt her clit match up with Lynn’s clit and putting every last ounce of her sexual energy into her motions she pushed and wiggled her hips to force as much lovely friction as possible across Lynn’s erect clit.
Screams of joy rent the air. Orgiastic control was lost and the two women bashed and banged their wet pussies together in pure writhing ecstasy. Sue felt wonderful, now that Lynn had flashed past her barrier first. The cries and screams were Lynn’s and she let her pent up rage, anger, and lust, all come bursting out. “Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh God! Youuuu Biiiiiiiiiiiitch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Make me cum.
Make me cum hard! Pound your pussy into me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sue of course was in no mood not to oblige Lynn’s orgiastic demands. As Lynn shuddered and screamed her way through a powerful orgasm, Sue let herself go. She used her clit to grind again and again into Lynn’s clit, dipping occasionally a bit lower to push it in between the soft wet folds of her labia, relishing the freedom to be totally sexual and totally in control all at the same time. Her orgasm followed Lynn’s by about 30 or 40 seconds and it was absolutely heavenly. She lowered her spit-covered face to Lynn again and kissed her lips ravenously as she powered her pussy against Lynn’s still gyrating gash. Sue didn’t yell or scream, but her hearty moans and whimpering made it clear to Jenny and Rose that her orgasm was indeed at hand. Their thrashing bodies eventually slowed.
Their whimpering and moaning diminished to a feeble shadow of moments before. Sue remained atop Lynn and Lynn returned Sue’s kiss, now tenderly, unlike before. Their perspiration-soaked bodies became notably active only from their heavy breathing.
Several minutes went by before the kiss ended and they pulled their bodies slowly apart. When Sue finally rolled off the top onto her back beside Lynn the others could see the huge warm smile spread across her face.
Vindication! Sue had finally gained her second win over Lynn and moved up to 7 points on the match total, matching Lynn. It was her first victory over Lynn since the very first event, the kiss over at the golf course that caught Lynn by surprise. Sue was blissful with her win, even knowing that she would not be the overall champion. She had tied Lynn in points and matched Rose as well. Jenny was one point ahead of all the other three with only a single match left: Rose vs Jenny.
Lynn ached over the loss, since it ended her chance of equaling Jenny’s point total. But she certainly did have to admit (to herself anyway) that the intense orgasm Sue had squirmed out of her was wonderful. She didn’t say much. Just one word came out, “congratulations.”
The two finally sat up to hear the kudos from Jenny and Rose.
Both of the final combatants gave hearty congratulations to Lynn and Sue: probably a bit more for Sue, since she had emerged victorious. The sexual energy of the room remained as they took their break. Sue and Lynn needed showers and Rose and Jenny obligingly allowed them to clean up before they took center stage.
NINETEENTH HOLE – CHAPTER 39
(By HGHunt)
Last Match: Rose vs Jenny With Clubs
The contests with these women had all been hard fought, sexy, and in some cases dramatic. The high opinion that each had of herself, in all things, especially in sexiness and sexual prowess had turned out to be well warranted. As much as each thought that she was superior, it hadn’t really been a surprise that the tally had turned out to be so even. Jenny’s slight lead over the others wasn’t what any of the others would have wanted, but with only one point separating them all with one match to go, it spoke volumes about the parity they shared. Lynn = 7 points Sue = 7 points Rose = 7 points to face Jenny = 8 points.
Rose had a chance to tie Jenny with a win. Jenny could convincingly claim the championship with a final victory. Sue and Lynn might end up in a three-way tie for second or be relegated to a two-way tie for 3rd. Either way it would be only a small sliver of sexual performance that separated these hot 30-ish women.
A few bites to eat and some liquid refreshment preceded the last encounter. It was early evening by now and the ladies all needed some replenishment. The gathering in the living room began with similar preparations as before. Clubs were greased or oiled.
Hair was combed and prepped. Makeup was touched up. Talk was minimal again. Lynn and Sue seemed calmer than before, but Rose and Jenny were wound up really tight. The notion that their overall group competition was basically an even match hadn’t really settled in their heads. They were very much motivated by their own desire to be the champ! Jenny was aware that a victory would insure a championship. Rose knew that a win would only bring her into a tie with Jenny, but she had already planned to demand a tie-breaker match when she won. She knew that Jenny’s sense of competition and fairness would practically demand that she accept. Rose didn’t let that thought get in her way of focusing on the immediate future. She wanted to dominate Jenny right from the start. She wanted to never let Jenny have an ounce of control. She was psyching herself up for the demands that a totally aggressive strategy would place on her. She wondered just what the best method of golf club stimulation would work the best on Jenny. She remembered that Sue and Lynn had reached their explosive finale without the golf clubs having been directly stimulating since much earlier in the match. The rules were broken then, obviously, maybe she should plan a bit of a departure from the rules herself. “Should I?” she wondered.
Before Rose had finished her deliberation, Jenny was approaching her, invading her space. Rose had to actually step back a bit, but Jenny kept coming, golf club in hand. Jenny was obviously ready to go and Rose was taken by surprise. When Jenny had taken a couple more steps forward and Rose backed up an equal distance, Rose had no further back to go. She was up against one of the big chairs. But Jenny came right up to Rose and gave her a shove. Rose was forced down into the chair. She immediately tried to get up but Jenny leaned down over her to prevent her from getting up. Rose’s counter move was to bring her club between them and she used both hands held horizontally across Jenny’s tits and pushed back, much like a cross-check in hockey (where it would be a penalty). “Get off bitch!” Rose was angry at Jenny ‘jumping the gun,’ and also with the degree of aggression she had used.
With Rose’s club across her chest, cutting deeply into their massiveness, Jenny shot back “What’s the matter, girl, not ready for ME?” She leaned back up a bit to relieve the pressure from the club in her tits, but she didn’t step back either. She brought up her own club towards Rose’s tits as Rose crowed, “I’m ready for you. I’ve always been ready for you. I can take anything you can dish out and return it multiplied. I’ll have you squirming like a worm on a hook and there won’t be anything you can do about it either!”
Jenny responded with just one word, “Dreamer.”
Jenny’s greased 7-wood engaged Rose’s big tits: first the left and then the right. Jenny held the club gently and rubbed it across Rose’s nipples, back and forth, around and around. She was still above Rose and leaning down a bit. Rose used her shaft to flick across Jenny’s nipples, which were distinctly hard and protruding, as were Rose’s. She flicked up and then down, catching both nipples simultaneously with the greased steel shaft, and with just the right amount of upward or downward pressure she could bend her nipples back until they snapped back out as the shaft worked its way past. Rose moved her hands very quickly forcing Jenny’s nipples to bend and spring back over and over again: probably 20 or 30 times in a minute. The rapid stimulation and pressure reddened her tits a bit, but her nipples seemed even harder than before. Jenny ignored the tit attack she received to focus her own tit attack. She rubbed and rubbed Rose’s nipples with her club head until they too were erect, firm, and standing tall.
The physiology of sexual excitement was present, but neither was bothered by it, they just let it slip into their subconscious and each concentrated intently on the arousal of the other woman. Rose, hindered by her position underneath Jenny, who was still leaning over her from above, let her club slide off to her left and she grabbed Jenny’s hair and pulled her down close, face to face. With a good grip on Jenny’s hair and her face just three or four inches away, Rose licked her lips in an attempt to entice Jenny to kiss her. It worked. Jenny lowered her face agreeably and their lips met. Jenny had moved her golf club aside and let her body slip lower, touching parts of Rose’s body with her own. Her kiss from above was soft and tender. She used her lips to pinch Rose’s lips and pull them towards her as Rose used her lips in similar fashion. Neither was fooled by the mock tenderness. Rose ached to just lash out at Jenny, to rearrange their position, to force her to submit to her own powerful sex.
Her predicament though didn’t offer much. She managed to slide her left leg between the thighs that were pressing down towards her. She wedged her knee further up Jenny’s crotch until she could feel the soft smooth pussy, with just a touch of moisture rubbing off on her knee. Wham! Up went her knee, jamming itself hard against Jenny’s pussy. Jenny rocked forward from the impact, crushing her face against Rose. The kiss turned intense.
Jenny reacted quickly to force Rose’s mouth open, diving her tongue inside and attacking Rose’s tongue with her own. The slippery eels danced and jousted together as Rose set up a rhythm of pussy attacks with her knee. Over and over again she bounced her knee against Jenny. Surprisingly Jenny didn’t try to stop the knee to crotch action, but instead opened her legs just a bit, availing herself of Rose’s assault.
It took a few minutes, but the repetitive action from Rose’s knee, pressing and rubbing against Jenny’s pussy began to invade the control Jenny was trying to maintain. She needed to remove her pussy from the attack and so she ended the kiss and stood up for a moment. It was just enough for Rose to take advantage.
Rose leaped up and wrapped her arms around Jenny and began to quickly hump her hips at Jenny’s pussy. Jenny humped back for a moment but then she pried Rose’s arms from around her and stepped away, towards the chair, where she found the golf club and picked it up. Rose, sensing a break in the action went to pick up her club.
Rose said to Jenny, “Lets get on the floor and find out what we are made of.”
Fine. I know what I am made of: hot sex! What are you made of?”
“Quit talking bitch, get down on the floor and I’ll show you.” She glared at Jenny as they dropped down to the carpeted floor.
Jenny smiled at Rose as she nestled up to Rose in a prone position. From appearances it seemed they were about to open their sex up to the other and just see who could do the better job. Rose lay on her left side head to the south and Jenny was on her left side with her head to the north. Each girl lifted her upper leg, bent at the knee, allowing a superb view and delicious access to her own moistened cxnt.
For just a moment of delicious tension, the two just stared at each other’s pussy. Rose bent low and let her eyes follow the delicate contours of Jenny’s now well-shaved pussy lips. She could tell that Jenny was close to her own pussy, but she didn’t feel anything just yet. Close enough to absorb Jenny’s feminine aroma, she inhaled deeply, loudly, murmuring an “MMMmmmmmmmm,” when she finished her long slow breath sucking. She made sure that it was all loud enough for the others to hear, especially Jenny. Wanting to milk a little more erotic motivation from the moment she sucked in another deep breath of air from the damp humid region between Jenny’s legs. “It is delicious,” she thought to herself as she murmured again for effect. She heard Jenny match her action with a deep inhale of her own, to be followed by an even louder “mmmmmmmYeah.”
Jenny was inhaling and making her erotic intentions known with her noises, her little wiggles that she imparted, almost inviting Rose to ‘get with it.’ Even though she had seen Rose’s pussy up close and personal before, she now gave it a close up visual exam. She noted again the wispy strands of fuzz that hugged her puffy labia. The fine strands of pubic hair were thinly placed around her lips were in gorgeous harmony with the rose-pink lips that adorned her crotch. Jenny withheld her touch, savoring the sight and smell of Rose’s center of femininity. A few fine hairs grew low beneath her pussy, slightly encircling her puckered anal hole. As her eyes swiveled upward they focused on the upper region of Rose’s pussy. Her clitoris poked invitingly out from the soft folds, a few stray hairs lingering in front. Higher yet, the shimmering dark red hairs thickened considerably. Fanning out to the sides, following the contours of the fold between thigh and groin, her pubic mound prominent with its thick furry covering. Many of her lush hairs grew to several inches in length. The temptation was finally too much for Jenny. Her right hand glided into the thicket of Rose’s mound. Her fingers rolled the hair around and around, pulling gently, parting the hair from side to side, and pushing through to the floor of the thicket. She traced a path of hair-play all over Rose’s entire mass of auburn hair. No hair went untended by Jenny’s exploring digits. She noted how much thicker Rose’s pubes were in the very center of her mound. It was impossible to delve deeply to her skin in the very center without using both hands to pull the hairs enough apart to expose a route. The thickness of her hair dwindled slowly out to either side towards the edges, eventually tapering to the soft white skin of the 37 year old beauty.
Jenny noted the small wiggles that accompanied her pubic exploration. Rose’s hips didn’t move much more than a millimeter, but it was enough to assure Jenny that her teasing exploration was definitely enjoyed by Rose. Now that she had spent several minutes with an aromatic, visual, and fingering exploration of Rose’s bush, she was ready to advance the game.
She was already beginning to feel something tempting and teasing her own pussy. She felt Rose’s finger (she didn’t know which one) pull her left labia lip off to the side for a few centimeters. She felt Rose let go and while her labia, under tension, pulled slowly back towards its home. Just then Rose’s finger pulled the right lip off to the side in the opposite direction. Back and forth went Rose’s fingers, Jenny could feel the lips parting and springing back. But with each little pull, the shallow depths of her pussy became more and more open. She knew Rose would eventually begin to explore a bit more deeply or forcefully, but she was intent on not advancing any faster than Rose. As much as she felt a burning desire to win and to force a massive orgasm from her friend and foe, she knew Rose had the same intent for her. Controlling her opponent by doing ‘less,’ she was challenging Rose, with her own slow action, to do the same. Finding a single long pubic hair growing from the edge of Rose’s labia, Jenny pinched it between her fingers and pulled it slowly away and to the side. Careful not to jerk or pull too swiftly, she continued to pull, watching the follicle pull the labia aside. She ‘ooohed’ at the sight of her pretty pink puffiness being stretched. “Mmmmmmm, nice pussy.”
In response to her own small talk, Rose answered, “You have a very pretty pussy, Jenny, I can tell it really wants me to fuck it. It’s just aching isn’t it?”
“Yeah, bitch. It’s aching all right. It’s aching to prove that you can’t control it!”
“We’ll see. We’ll see.”
With that comment Rose let a long drool of spittle fall to Jenny’s lovely slit. Dripping a second line to her pussy, she reached for her club. Using the very end of her grip she stirred the spit. Pushing it here and there she adorned Jenny’s entire pussy with wet spit, mixing it with the sticky secretions dribbling out of her hole. The slippery, gooey mixture allowed the club to slide effortlessly all around. She pushed it up and down Jenny’s slit. Her labia parted easily, just enough for the very end of the club’s grip to slide up and down the length of her slit, just inside her lips. The lubrication was superb, coming from both vegetable oil, spit, and natural juices combined. Soft squishy sounds could be heard as she wiggled the device around the entrance to Jenny’s creamy hole. Using fingers of her left hand to pull her lips apart, she could see the drenched soft folds of her vagina. Using the utmost care she guided her club between her own fingers and between Jenny’s labia to penetrate a small portion of the available depth: just an inch or two. With wickedly slow gyrations she began to twirl the golf-club-dildo in circular and elliptical orbits. The pressure against Jenny’s vagina walls would shift from anterior to left to posterior to right and continue around and around.
Rose, with her eyes wide open to absorb the intimate advance she was perpetrating, let out a little sigh. It was a sigh of contented arousal, caused by the lovely probing with which she was totally immersed.
Jenny was still examining Rose’s pussy closely, very closely.
Finally satisfied that she had discovered all she needed to know about Rose’s womanly thatch, she began to refocus her attention on the wonderfully splayed lips just below her chin. Rose’s adornment, so different than Jenny’s, since Jenny had shaved, was certainly a lovely source of desire for Jenny. But those lovely labia and the hidden depths inside were now drawing Jenny’s attention.
Jenny’s fingers got busy. She probed, pulled, rubbed, pinched (gently), kneaded, and explored Rose’s cxnt. Her enjoyment of the current situation was sincere. Yet she fully expected to win her match. She could feel the lovely gyrations in her own pussy as Rose’s club circulated around the outer regions. Jenny let out a sigh of her own and from this point on she and Rose both were quite verbal: lots of sighs, moans, and exclamations. Her excitement was real and Rose’s tempting pussy made her drool, literally. Now it was her turn to let a long stream of drizzle spill down onto Rose’s pussy. Jenny parted the upper lips and she aimed expertly for her stream of spit to fall directly onto Rose’s clitoris. “Mmmmmmmm!” Finally she brought her own club to bear on the crotch of her rival. Jenny however chose to use the working end of her club. The shiny 7-wood nestled comfortably into Jenny’s hand. Positioning it carefully on Rose’s clit, she rubbed Rose’s clit with slow circular motions. Rose’s clit excitedly responded to the pressure. In moments her hips were gyrating slowly to the rhythm generated from Jenny’s manipulations.
Jenny continued to enjoy the feeling of her pussy being gently filled and distorted by Rose’s club. Her hips began to rotate in response to the delicious feeling in her pussy. Her focus began to shift back and forth from the wonderful feelings in her own crotch to the need to lift Rose’s excitement level higher. Rose was now caught between the same two competing moods. On the one hand she just wanted to relax and let Jenny perform her sexual miracles, and on the other, she demanded herself to get Jenny off first.
While Rose was gathering momentum with her club-head vibrations inside Jenny, she felt Jenny’s 7-wood move lower. She recognized the toe of the club parting her lips, where moments before Jenny’s fingers had paved the way. As she noticed the toe dive deeper between her cxnt’s puffy pink lips, a happy gasp escaped her mouth. Another gasp followed a moment later. Her pussy was being spread apart slowly and surely by the shiny metal wood.
Within 45 seconds she had been impaled by the now invisible club. It had disappeared completely into the depths of her vagina, only the shiny stainless steel shaft protruding from the entrance. “That feels Goooood,” Rose blurted. “Yeah baby, do me with that thing.” The lovely full feeling inside her twat made her ooohh and aaaaaahhh. She was excited, again, by the kinky action. It had ratcheted her arousal up another step on the stairway and she was determined to bring Jenny along. She decided that Jenny should get ‘filled up’ too.
Before she swapped ends of her club though she began to use her mouth. She charged her tongue into Jenny’s slimy crevice, joining the club head already there. Probing her orifice for a few moments, she followed up by aiming at Jenny’s clit. Her tongue twirled expertly the little nub of erectile tissue as she pulled the club from Jenny’s hole and brought the other end to bear on Jenny’s desirable hole. Using care so as not to hurt her, she gradually pushed and guided her 5-wood into Jenny’s slippery cxnt. Jenny was obviously very ready for the intrusion as it entered with relative ease. Now it was Rose’s turn to hear Jenny moan and groan from the exquisite feeling of mass inside her. Rose’s last action brought Jenny that step higher so that both were now feeling the perfect flush of sexual fulfillment and desire. Neither was quite ready to slip over the edge, but both women knew that it would be very unlikely to retreat from the powerful desire welling up inside.
Jenny felt sort of like a Charles Lindbergh, who, when crossing the Atlantic, passed the midway point and noted in his journal that his home was now Europe instead of America. Jenny knew she couldn’t go back. She knew she had to plunge forward and reach the orgasm her body was demanding of her. She knew all this and yet she knew she hated the thought of succumbing so fully to the power of desire that Rose had kindled in her breast. Her ooohhs and aaaahhhhs mixed with similar sounds from Rose’s mouth and the two each felt the heated passion emanating from the body of the other. Jenny and Rose simultaneously began to move their hips in sporadic, jerking thrusts of fucking. Each wanted to feel the power of that golf club push deep inside and then pull back.
Jenny felt one of Rose’s fingers probe lower until it found her puckered asshole. She felt the tip part the opening and dive inside. The slippery oil, pussy juice, Vaseline mixture made it an easy target to penetrate. That gave her an idea. She loved the feeling of having both her holes plugged and she loved Rose’s exquisite timing. She also knew that Rose was having a hard time holding back, since her hips were bucking and grinding against the club and Jenny’s mouth with a firm vigor.
Jenny risked much by making her thought known. Her suggestion required a bit of help from the other two women on the sidelines and she wasn’t totally sure that Rose was amenable. Her gut feeling was that Rose would agree to the idea. “Here goes,” Jenny thought. “I want a golf club up my ass. I want this one to stay right where it is, but I want one up my ass too. Rose, what do you say we get a little kinky and line up facing away from each other on the floor on our hands and knees, and with a little help from our Sue and Lynn we can stick the grips of each club into our asses and keep the heads buried inside our pussies? That way we can fuck each other with both ends at the same time. I bet I can make you come first!”
“Ooooooohhhhh God!” Rose exclaimed more from the delicious texture of the club wiggling inside her pussy than from the suggestion, but she heard everything Jenny had said and her instant reaction was to accept. She never doubted her own fuckability. She never doubted her sense of mastery over Jenny’s body. She felt extremely confident that in any body to body match up she would be the superior. The fact that the idea was a bit odd or bizarre just made it all the more exciting as far as she was concerned. She looked over at the other two women, who were sitting on the couch with a look of surprise etched across their faces. “Well girls, what are you waiting for? We could use a little help over here!”
“Sure, why not?” Lynn grinned as she got up. Sue was not far behind and the two of them approached Rose and Jenny who were now parting a bit and, with the odd appearance generated from a golf club trailing behind each, protruding from their pussies, the two arrange themselves about 3 feet apart in a hands-and-knees position. Rose faced north and Jenny faced south. Rose shivered as she felt the club in her pussy wiggle and vibrate as she crawled across the floor. “Mmmmmmmmmm. This is going to be good. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into,” she taunted Jenny.
“Don’t you worry. I know exactly what I’m getting into. I also know exactly what is getting into me! Girls,” referring to Sue and Lynn, “Why don’t you give us each a heavy shot of that Vaseline. We don’t want any ‘chafing’ now do we?”
Sue giggled a bit at the site below her. She bent to guide the shaft-grip end of Rose’s club towards Rose’s waiting ass. Lynn was doing the same with Jenny’s club and Jenny’s anxious ass.
“Lean forward a bit would you?” Sue requested of both ‘ladies.’ As they leaned forward Sue oriented the grip perfectly up against Rose’s anal hole while Lynn guided the other club the same way towards Jenny. Each little wiggle of a club from either of the two tenders had caused a lovely sensation inside the two women’s pussies. Rose’s 5-wood filled Jenny’s pussy, spanned the gap between the two women’s asses, crossing over to form a very small angled ‘X’ and then daggered its way inside Rose’s butt.
As Sue and Lynn made sure the two clubs were in perfectly symmetrical alignment Lynn said, “OK. You’re all lined up. Just inch back slowly and you’ll be all set.”
Jenny wasted no time. With a quick backwards jab of her ass she both impaled herself and Rose all at once. Rose pushed back just a second later and now the two were many inches deep inside each other’s dual openings. Both let loose a cascade of grunts and shrieks from the erotic fulfillment of their coupling. As they each had shoved their asses back towards each other the amount of visible golf club diminished. Sue and Lynn stepped back to admire their handiwork and to assess the status of the unusual battle about to take place. While the small pause in the action had momentarily caused their heated actions to subside, it only took a few moments for the two of them to get right back into ‘drive.’
Rose actually seemed the more aggressive with her ass. She rotated it. She pushed back in sharp jabbing motions. She accepted the fullness invading her holes with gusto. She loved the feel of the club gliding into and out of her ass hole as her pussy was rewarded with its own brand of delicious pleasure. The slippery holes couldn’t really grip on the clubs with any sort of command, so this turned into a total fucking frenzy. Jenny felt the club jab inside her twat, all the way up to her cervix.
She hoped that the effect at the other end was at least as delicious as what she was feeling inside her holes.
A golf club is over 30 inches long, but with two pussies gobbling up as much as 9 inches at a time and an asshole nearly as much, the amount of visible shaft shining between them varied from as little as one foot to as much as two feet as the two women thrust and parried their ‘swords’ at each other. Jenny looked back over her left shoulder to watch, as best she could the penetration of the clubs into Rose’s body. When Rose looked back over her right shoulder, their eyes met and hotly they held each other’s gaze.
Little shrieks gave way to louder shrieks of pleasure. Small little grunts became loud boisterous grunts that were very unladylike. But neither cared. Each aimed to fuck her foe more and better than she could be fucked. The two clubs never fell out. Neither woman retreated from the fray. Sometimes the women would piston towards and away from each other symmetrically and at other times their bodies would just rock back and forth in tandem. Sometimes one would wiggle and rock her ass from side to side, which would usually be followed up with a payback from the other. Even though there was no clit work going on, the two women were feeding the flames of desire with their actions. They never took their eyes off each other and the mutual desire and competitiveness took them each a step upward. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Their motions became more out of control.
The sounds they made became more like animals than human. The faces were faces of desire and determination. They glared at each other throughout the next several minutes.
“Fuck me!” “Fuck MEEEE!” Back and forth went the lusty commands.
Each begging the other to do it more or do it better or do it harder. At this point they were both anxiously approaching the precipice. Knees began to have a harder time keeping up the rhythm. Arms barely could hold up their torsos. But onward they went. Fucking and fucking and fucking. Asses and pussies went at each other through the phallic fill-ins of their golf clubs.
“Harder, come on bitch, harder!” Jenny humped back at Rose convinced that she was going to win. She felt the clubs wiggling and vibrating and filling her holes. She felt the arousal close in towards her orgasm, but she somehow knew that her orgasm wasn’t imminent and she wondered if Rose might not be quite there either. As exciting and erotic and nasty as their connection was, neither was ready to lose control and have an orgasm in that arrangement. While Jenny was thinking about the implications, knowing that even though she didn’t feel likely to have an orgasm this way she suspected Rose might be the same.
Her suspicions were confirmed when a moment later Rose suggested haughtily, “Lets fuck without these damn sticks in our asses: woman to woman, and pussy to pussy. We’ll settle this once and for all.”
“Hey Rose girl, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy into submission.” With that comment she pulled away from the connection. The clubs pulled out of their butts and then with a little help from their hands they extricated the clubs from their pussies.
In seconds they had turned around to face each other and the approach was without delay. Their muscles were a bit sore from the length of time they had been jousting, but the motivation overshadowed whatever fatigue they were experiencing. “I’m gonna fuck you good!” “We’ll see who fucks who.” The two exchanged a few ‘pleasantries’ as they neared each other. Sinking to the floor together they opened their legs wide and arranged a meeting of crotches from a seated position. Right legs were high and left legs were low and the two sexy torsos moved closer together. Arms held on to each other for support and they began immediately to get it on. Rose’s thickly furred pussy hammered Jenny’s slick and shiny pussy only to be hammered back with a vengeance.
Rose was glad to be able to link up with Jenny face-to-face and body-to-body. The kinky excitement of their odd golf club coupling had been a big thrill, but somehow there hadn’t been enough intimacy for the pinnacle to be reached. She realized Jenny had come to the same conclusion when she so readily consented to the switch. Now it was down to the real thing: woman on woman and pussy to pussy. Rose leaned forward, diminishing the degree of sexy contact between her groin and Jenny’s pussy, but she was intent on forcing Jenny back to engage in a dom/sub fuck session. Rose intended to be the dominant fucker. She knew Jenny wouldn’t just allow that to happen without a contest and she was proved right as Jenny pressed back. Rose had managed the first advance and Jenny wasn’t overcoming the few inches she had been forced back, but she maintained a static position where her back was bent just slightly backwards while Rose was able to lean forward just a tad. Their tits had squeezed together between the compressing torsos. Arms wrapped around each other’s backs for leverage and support and to squeeze. The squeezes weren’t the type to steal the breath from either woman, but enough to cause some compression and generate the awful contradictory message. Fight or fuck, which was it to be? Their lovely pussies maintained contact throughout most of this. Some bouncing and shoving and huffing and puffing caused them to slip apart momentarily more than once, but they invariably found their way back into intimate contact. Rose felt Jenny’s slippery juices and her puffy protruding labia. She recognized Jenny’s clit when it thrust its angry message at her own enraged and engorged clitoris. The clits dueled between their legs, testing each other with their slippery friction. She knew her labia were splayed far apart and that Jenny’s cxnt was wide open also.
After all, the golf clubs had done a great job of opening up their inner passageways. This round of competition was less verbal than the last, but the occasional groan and grunt and shriek was still evident.
Sue and Lynn continued to sit transfixed by the ongoing battle between their friends. They watched intently as Jenny eventually began to push Rose back a bit. Slowly, ever so slowly she managed to return to a vertical position with her upper body.
She humped and ground her pussy against Rose’s delicious auburn crowned mound, delighting in the wonderful texture of her gushing puffy lips, surrounded by the forest of pubic hair.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” “That feels goooooooooood.” “God I just want to fuck her into oblivion.” “I know she is going to come. I just know she is.” Jenny’s thoughts raced and her loins continued their work, pushing and twisting for as much wicked contact as she could muster. Her humping pussy made contact with Rose’s retaliating pussy, but the most delicious and desirable contact was elusive. Maintaining their upper bodies in contact was a barrier to the best angle of attack and Jenny was bent on lining up her soft vulva tissues with her counterparts for the delicious joy she knew she would both be able to give and receive. Somehow she couldn’t allow herself to just lay back for the scissoring position she desired. The problem got solved, but not in the way Jenny had hoped for.
Rose had not been happy when Jenny forced their torsos back into an upright balance. She ached for dominance, even as she ached for the same sizzling pussy contact as Jenny. She noted the pillow lying on the floor beside them and dared to make a quick move in hopes of unsettling Jenny. Her hand lashed out and grabbed the pillow and swung it at Jenny’s head. Obviously there wasn’t any hurt or pain involved, but the surprise forced Jenny to react by leaning slightly away as the pillow raced towards her head. In that instant Rose grabbed Jenny’s ass with her left hand and as she lurched her own ass just an inch or two backwards, pulling Jenny with her. In the very next instant, as Jenny’s torso leaned back, Rose pushed forward and with Jenny off balance, was able to force her back to the floor. Since the struggle had taken its toll on Jenny’s energy she did not immediately fight back, but took the opportunity to let her muscles rest for a bit. Pillow still in hand, Rose lifted Jenny’s ass off the floor and slid the pillow underneath. This raised Jenny’s butt about 9 or 10 inches off the floor. Perfect!
Rose had Jenny just where she wanted her. It only took a slight adjustment of her body position, spreading her legs farther apart for balance on the floor, she was able to force her pussy down directly into mutual slippery contact with Jenny’s waiting pussy. Jenny let her legs drift wide in a big ‘V,’ opening her hole invitingly. She felt with immediate sexual gratification Rose’s hairy pussy descend on and into her pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” “That feels gooooooooooooood.” “God I want to fuck her into oblivion.” “I know she is going to come.” Rose’s thoughts raced through her head in echo of what had flashed through Jenny moments before. Now though, it was she who was in position to accomplish her mission. Rose thrust her hips down, grinding hard against the liquid heaven that was Jenny’s twat.
Twisting and rotating she felt Jenny twist and grind up against her own bushy heaven. Rose’s breasts jiggled in the glow of the setting sun that had been shining in through the west windows.
Drops of sweat trickled down her body, dripping off or spraying about whenever she shook vigorously. The sight was intoxicating for both Sue and Lynn. They watched as Rose’s big boobs bounced and shook to the timing of her vibrations. Awesome! Even with the air conditioning on the room felt humid and close. Their noses absorbed the lush damp odor of sweaty females in heat, almost tasting the fermented intensity emanating from locked loins. The sun glowing off such a stunning pair of females with the contrast of shadows lengthening only served to heighten the erotic atmosphere of what had been powerfully sexy to begin with.
Both Rose and Jenny were immersed in a sea of lust. While their brains hadn’t forgotten the competitive nature of their union, the hormonal surge was taking more and more control. Each movement, each sound, each pore of their skin, each cell in their body was dedicated to pleasure; pleasure for self and pleasure for the other. And now it seemed that pleasure for self was winning out over pleasure for the other. Rose’s hips became a dervish of motion, twisting, grinding, pushing, aiming for the most intimate contact. She felt Jenny buck her ass up towards her own. She felt Jenny’s clit invade her cxnt and push her lips around and around. The lower clit and the upper clit banged their enemy clit without conscious intent. The clits were taking control. Rose felt Jenny’s clit wiggle and thrust upward in defiance of her own downward force. It was glorious. Recognizing her own escalating arousal, she focused her actions directly at Jenny’s clit. She ground her own juicy bud into Jenny with the most vigor she could muster. Her legs were wide apart, planted firmly on the floor, one on either side of Jenny. Jenny’s legs were acceptingly spread very wide. Jenny could use her shoulders and arms for leverage to accommodate Rose’s forceful advances with forceful upward advances of her own. The combination of the two women grinding and sliding their pussies against each other had them panting in desperation.
Jenny knew her orgasm was approaching. She could see Rose’s facial expression of ecstatic joy and it gave away the closeness of Rose’s impending orgasm. Even though she was in a gravity forced submissive position, her grinding motions and determination were anything but subservient. She wiggled and thrust her clit at Rose without letup. The sizzling friction of their two sensitive organs had both women panting, grunting, groaning, and making all sorts of less than ladylike noises.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Jenny kept repeating herself over and over and over.
Soon Rose joined in the verbal cacophony. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Oh God! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
NNNNNNoooooooooooo...... Fuck, Fuck.
OOOOOOooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Yyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss.”
Jenny couldn’t stop herself any more. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Mmmmmmmmm! Yesssssssssssssssss. Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooo. Unh, Unh, Unh.”
The approach to orgasmic explosion was obvious. Each knew what was about to happen, the only question was timing. Lynn and Sue were watching and listening intently. Two banshee screams split the air in the room. Two women were flooded by a Tsunami of an orgasm. Jenny and Rose screamed their delirious screams for nearly a minute before they died down. Jenny had exploded into her orgasm, in the next instant (milliseconds later) Rose lost all control and shuddered along with her screams, sharing a double tsunami event with Jenny. The two fucking women gradually slowed their motion, allowing for the pent-up energy of their union to dissipate. After another minute or so of pussy humping fun, slowing to a snail’s pace, Rose finally fell off Jenny onto the floor. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, as was Jenny’s.
The two women lay there spent for a few seconds, eyes closed in dreamy pleasure. The heavenly union they just shared had been so powerful that even the thoughts of winner and loser had been displaced in their minds. Only the supreme satiation of their sexual appetites remained.
For Lynn and Sue, however, they did think about the results. Who had won? Lynn looked at Sue and could see the slight consternation on her face. “What are you thinking?” she asked.
“Well, that was sure fun to watch. But I’m not sure who came first. Could you tell?”
They were whispering softly. “It was god-awful close. I think Jenny might have let loose just a fraction before Rose, but I can’t be sure. I think it was a tie.”
Sue dared to speak up. “Well ladies, that was pretty damn good, that episode with the clubs stuffing your holes was pretty impressive. It looked like a tie. Awesome match girls!”
\Lynn confirmed her opinion. “I never expected that but it was a tie. It looks like Jenny eked out an overall victory. She managed to keep her 1 point lead.”
“Damn! I thought for sure I had her. Are you sure she didn’t come first?” Rose half-heartedly questioned their determination of the winner.
Jenny finally ventured her opinion. “Hell, all I know is that that was one helluva fuck. Yummmmmy! I always knew I was the best though. This just proves it. What was the final score anyway?” She questioned out loud even though they all knew perfectly well what the score was, including herself.
“Counting ties as half a point Sue and I each had 7 points, Rose ended up with 7 ½, and Jenny had the most with 8 ½. If Jenny wants to claim the win, that will be all right with me. But just remember girl, you didn’t win by very much and the next time it could be completely different.” Lynn was acting more gracious than usual, considering her usual haughty demeanor. But the score did tally up slightly in Jenny’s favor.
Rose, as fiercely determined as she had been to win, felt deflated by the outcome, and her consternation at only managing a tie with Jenny prompted her to pick up on Lynn’s last thought.
“Next time. Next time could be very different. You were right Lynn. Next time it’ll be me that gets crowned champion.” She was already asserting and assuming that there would be another round of competition.
Sue grinned a little smile before adding, “Well, ladies, as it turns out our ‘vacation’ is only half over. I’m sure we could find something spicy to while away the days up here. I wonder if we can even find time to get out on the golf course again?”
“Before we make any plans for our private times, why don’t we spend the next day with more usual fare? A little time off from our girly wars could be fun, and at the same time, make a return engagement all the more fun. What do you say we head out for a nightcap. After all it is not that late yet for a Saturday night. There must be some pretty nice bars in town. What do you say?” Lynn’s ideas made sense, even for the tired battlers from the last match. The clock said 9:55 P.M. and they could be cleaned up and ready to go in less than an hour if they didn’t go for a glamorous look.
Sue expanded on that a bit. “I’m famished. I don’t want to get all dressed up. Lets just take quick showers and dress in something casual and go to that bar we went to last year. You know, the one down on Bayshore Drive that had good food and a dance floor. I think it was called Sammy’s.”
Jenny, still naked and sweaty finally stood up. She flipped her hair back and agreed. “Rose, congratulations, you put up a helluva a battle there. I don’t know about you but it sure worked up an appetite inside me. What do you say we go over to Sammy’s?”
“Fine. I’m hungry as a horse. A change of pace would be good.
Let’s go.”
And so it was that the four hot women quickly readied themselves for the late evening outing. The fireworks of the last week were over. Jenny had come out on top, but the more important outcome of the week was that the sexual fires that burned within them had taken a very different turn than any might have imagined a week ago tonight as they finished packing back home. No way could they have predicted that the week would have been anything other than a fine golf, tennis, lakeshore, and dining vacation.
With so many preconceptions evaporated by the events they shared, it now was apparent that the future held a much wider array of activities than they might have even dreamed of before.
Already, with still a week to go, they were all thinking that this was the best vacation they had ever had. To a woman, they didn’t want it to end. What would the future bring? Only time will tell.
THE END