Lust at Play - For Her - Part 1

Lust at Play - For Her - Part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A fun little summer afternoon inspired by Benawriter. Here's part one. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think. --Amy :)

Summary

A fun little summer afternoon inspired by Benawriter. Here's part one. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think. --Amy :)

Content

Submitted: June 17, 2016

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Content

Submitted: June 17, 2016

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This is not what Ben thought of when Amy suggested they play a round of golf on their first date that memorable summer day.  The city’s biggest mini-golf course!  Ugh!  He brings his favorite clubs to show off to her and even washes all his balls!  What a waste!  He feels more than a measure of disappointment but actually kind of sad.  He passes up a round that morning with his buddies just so he can devote his full energy to her.

In her email, Amy says that she’ll be driving a canary-colored Miata.  Ben’s eyes lock on the convertible easily.  He whistles.  A mini-skirt clad ass bends over the driver’s side.  Then suddenly she stands up straight.  With a slow, sexy smile, Amy swirls her keys in one hand, and she twirls the end of her ponytail in the other.  She waves to him ecstatically with a little hop that sends those breasts contained in a tank top bouncing like two full-sized bunnies.  Ben’s breath quickens, and his grumpy thoughts evaporate with that frown turning upside down.

“Hello, sweetness,” he greets with his arms open wide.

Amy comes willingly into them and hugs him back.  She says in a purr and shiver, “Hi, Ben.”  She bites her lip.  Her flame for older men always make her wet.  Ben appears all she thought he would be, distinguished and so handsome.  She takes his hand and leads him up to the mini-golf park before she loses her nerve and takes him back to her car. 

Ben follows behind like a pup.  His eyes fix on her sexy legs but that swaying ass mesmerizes him more.  He gulps in his throat as he feels his cock thickening in his shorts.

Their turn in line comes, and he pays for their entry.  The bored kid in the admissions booth hands them terrible putters and a weighted ball.  Ordinarily Ben is particular about his equipment, but with Amy distracting him he doesn’t care.  His thoughts linger on her cute little stance spreading her legs wider than necessary.  Then she has this way of sticking out her tush shaking it a little before taking the swing.  What if Ben crawls on the ground and looks up her skirt?  Would she mind him visiting her snatch for some work? 

Talking about their days and other idle chatter, they make their turn to come to the end of the course.  A little pond is on one side and a flowering bush towers high on the other.  Amy putts her ball in the last hole.  Every shot a hole in one.  Clearly, she’s run through this course before. 

She begins a cute little dance pumping her hands in the air.  “I win!  All 18 holes in one!”

Ben’s jaw drops because Amy shows him the world.  No patties?!  Damn, what a naughty sexpot!  He can’t take it anymore.  She flirts with him, a sweet little giggle, touching his chest with her index finger, the subtle brush against his rising erection pretending she doesn’t notice his expression.  The bat of her long dark eyelashes, the flash of that impish smile.  If he didn’t have her now, he’d lose his mind! 

Ben pulls her into the bushes and promptly buries his face into her soft mounds.  She smelled as sweet as she sounds, “Oh, Ben...”

“Amy…you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs and bites her little erect nipple peeking through the thin cotton of her shirt.

She moans as she rubs his expanding cock against his shorts, “I wondered how long you’d hold out before making a move.”

“Minx…” Ben groans, his hands traveling everywhere at once, but mainly between her legs to flick her bean.  He presses her against the nearest tree to lend her support while he kneels at her sandaled feet.  Freeing himself from his underwear and shorts, he strokes his prick as Amy lifts her mini-skirt for him like a good sport.

Her twat is groomed prettily, silken hairs decorating her mound.  Ben pushes his tongue between her smooth lady lips.  He groans at the juices that flow each minute.  Glancing up he sees those gorgeous peaks heave up and down. He pinches a nipple while shaking his head at her sexy sounds.  At her peach he sucks and chases her clit loving this shit!  He grabs it with his lips and sucks with a pull.

“Oh, Ben!” she yells with a shudder, “I love how you eat me!”  Her hands running over his head.

He grins knowing he’s only begun, listening to her soft mewls as she let’s go.  Pumping her with his tongue at her tender hole, licking her pedals, sucking that clit, Amy’s close to cumming grinding on his face. 

“My turn,” Amy says shoving him away.

What?! Ben almost pouted.  He loves giving oral, but so does Amy.  He knew that it was only fair. 

“Stand up,” she orders.  Ben stands as she wishes, and they swop spots.  He leans against the tree and watches as Amy goes down on his cock.  She doesn’t mess around.  In one gulp, his length disappears into her mouth.

Whoa!  No gag reflex?  Who is this woman?  Where the hell did her teeth go?  

Her tongue does this amazing swirling thing that makes his eyes roll back.  He feels the jizz building wanting to shoot in her mouth.  Her full lips hug his cock and begin the vigorous pumping in and out again.  So soft, they make him moan louder than before. 

The flicker of her tongue torments his mushroomed head while her hand massage his balls.  Her tongue swirls, tightens like a constrictor, and she sucks every bit of pre-cum from his tip.  Groaning Ben suddenly feels the bump at the back of her throat and tonsils when she shoves him back deep.  She repeats.  Stiffening after five rounds, he’s ready to come in a heap until she lets him pop out her mouth.

“What the--?!” Ben complains, but she stands touching her finger to his lips to shush him just as his pleasure might rush him.

Her mischievous smile grows as she rubs his chest with her breasts.  God, she’s such a tease!  Amy always has been while he was willing to please.  Innocent and vixen, she shifts.  He couldn’t get enough.  Boy, he’s a glutton for punishment! 

“Now it’s my kitty’s turn, Ben,” she explains with her eyes sparkling.

“So now I can finish?” he asks, eager to kneel again.  He’s not used to leaving anything undone.  Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fun.

Amy grabs him by his Polo shirt before he can.  “I want…you know…little Ben,” she grins so seductively.

How could he turn down that!  He hurries and buries the meat he’s packing.  Amy’s cave feels just right.  She holds tight to his neck and him her knee he rises up his side.  Pressing her to the tree, he smothers her cry while driving home repeatedly.  Clutching her hip, he picks up speed; the clear winner alone to plant his seed.

Adults and children draw near who just might spy.  Turned on more, Ben and Amy are consumed by a passionate tide.  Sweating and thrusting, relentless and senseless in their need. 

“Fore!” someone yells near, a roll, a plunk! and then cheers. 

Ben asks after their summit achieved, “Hey, you wanna get some beers?”


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