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   Golfing with Karen by Crowbar



   I drove into the parking lot of the golf course and found a spot near
the clubhouse.  I'm not a big golfer, but my husband had committed me to
playing golf with him, his boss and the boss's wife next week.  So my
husband suggested I get out in the afternoons to work on my game.  I drove
to a nine hole course on the outskirts of town, assuming the courses out
here would be less crowded.  It appears I was right.  The parking lot was
nearly empty.  I pulled my clubs out of the car and left them outside the
clubhouse as I went in.  There was a group of men gathered around the
pro-shop counter.  I walked up and asked the man behind the counter if I
could play a round.

   "Well certainly Miss, there's nobody on the course, but you might want
to get out there quick before these old fellas.  They might slow you down
if they get out in front." The three other men laughed when they heard
this. They were all about 50 years old look reasonably fit.  They also
appeared to have the well tanned appearance of men who had spent a lot of
time on the golf course.

   "Bill, is that any way to talk about your regulars?" the nearest one
asked.

   "It might be better if these gentlemen go first.  I'm really just
learning the game and I am out here to work on some things" I said
blushing. I was a little embarrassed that I was just a beginner.  I was
also a little embarrassed because I probably wasn't dressed much like a
golfer.  In fact I looked more like a tennis player because I had figured
that my tennis skirt and zip top was the closest thing I had to golf
clothes.  I was a member at the our local tennis club and played quite
regularly to keep my 32 year old 5 foot 4 inches frame in good shape.

   "Well ma'am, if you don't mind walking around with a trio of `old
fellas', we'd be happy to give you some pointers to help you out along the
way," offered another one of the men.

   "That's very generous of you, but I wouldn't want to slow you down.  I'm
really not that good.  I'm just trying to get some practice in because I
have to play a game with my husband, his boss and his boss's wife," I said.

   "Even more reason for us to help you out.  Please, we insist," the man
said.  The other two men were nodding in agreement.  How could I refuse
such a generous offer?

   "In that case, thank you.  I'd be happy to play with you guys.  My name
is Karen," I offered to shake hands.

   "My name is Roger" said the shortest "and this is Don and Fred." I shook
all there hands and we headed out the door to the first tee.

   My suspicion that they where all good golfers was immediately confirmed
by the long drives each made on the first tee.  Nervously, I grabbed a club
and a ball from my bag and walked up to the lady's tees.  I took a couple
of practice swings and then stepped up to hit the ball.  Surprisingly I
made fairly solid contact and hit a low shot down the middle of the
fairway.

   "Well, there are no tips needed there.  That was a pretty athletic
swing. I think we might be getting sandbagged fellas," said Don.

   "Sandbagged?" I asked smiling.

   "He means you don't look as bad as you led us to believe.  Your swing
did look quite athletic, how much do you play?" asked Roger as we started
walking down the fairway.

   "Only about once a year.  I do play a lot of tennis though, about three
times a week.  I was surprised how well I hit that shot" I told them.

   "The tennis explains the athletic swing.  Let's see you do it again"
said Don as we came up to my ball.

   I grabbed another club from my golf bag and walked up to my ball.  I
made what I thought was a good swing, but it didn't feel right when I hit
the ball and it only rolled about twenty yards forward.  "Topped it" said
Fred.

   Embarrassed, I took my clubs up to where the ball lay and tried to hit
it again.  The result was virtually the same.  In fact, it took five more
shots like this to get to the green.  Each of the men had hit their second
shots on the green and had patiently waited for me.  I was feeling very hot
and flustered as I walked up to the green.  "It's okay ma'am" said Roger.
"Just try to relax.  The more worked up you get the harder it is to hit it
right."

   All the men made par on the hole with two putts and I managed to only
require three putts to get it in the hole.  As we were walking to the next
hole, Roger asked me to stop in order to show me something.  He told me not
to swing as hard and to try and focus on making good contact.  He had me
try a few slower swings to practice and we proceeded toward the second tee.
Don and Fred had already hit two long drives, but Fred's had found the
trees.  "Come on Roger, you old dog.  It's your shot, we've got Fred in the
trees" said Don.

   Roger placed his ball on the tee and I sat down on a bench facing him. I
was still feeling a little hot from the nervousness and embarrassment of
the way I was playing.  I unzipped my top a little, not realizing the noise
it would make just as Roger swung at the ball.  The ball barely rolled
thirty yards.  In fact it had not even made it to the lady's tee.  Fred and
Don were laughing uncontrollably.  Roger was red faced and looked at me. 
"I'm so sorry Roger" I said.

   "That's okay Miss" Roger replied as he started to walk towards his ball.

   "Wait a second Roger" called Fred.  "That drive didn't make it past the
lady's tee.  Aren't you forgetting something?"

   "You guys can't be serious.  We're playing with a lady" said Roger.

   "Rules are rules" said Don.

   I was confused.  "What are you guys talking about?" I asked.

   "Well Miss, it's a rule that we've always played with" said Roger "If a
guy doesn't hit it past the lady's tee on his drive, he has to walk up to
the ball with his uh... penis hanging out of his pants.  It's called a
dickout, and I don't think we should use that rule today."

   "Roger, the rule is there for a reason.  It's to add a little extra
pressure to the game.  You can't just do it when you want to.  I'm sorry
ma'am, but rules are rules.  Maybe you'd like to just take a little walk
away while Roger does this" said Fred.  Roger looked helplessly at me.

   "Roger, I'm a married woman.  It's not like I haven't seen one before.
Just get it over with." I told him.

   Roger gave me one last look and then unzipped the front of his pants. 
He fished around inside and pulled out his dick.  As he did, I gave an
audible gasp.  Roger's penis was easily twice the size of my husband's and
it wasn't even erect.  "Looks like you've made an impression" said Don.

   I quickly tried to regain my composure and picked up my golf bag.  As we
walk toward Roger's ball, I couldn't help noticing his penis becoming more
erect.  It was sticking out of his pants a full ten inches and there must
have been at least two more inches inside.  Roger walked up to his ball and
hit it quickly.  Somehow, he hit a good shot straight down the middle.  I
grabbed my club and ball and quickly ran up to the lady's tee.  I tried to
concentrate on hitting it, but all I could see was Roger's erect penis in
my mind.  Somehow, I managed to hit a good shot down the fairway.  I turned
around to see Roger facing away from me still trying to get everything put
away.

   "Come on Fred.  Let's go find that ball of yours in the woods.  I think
Roger's had a hard enough time" said Don laughing.  He and Fred started
walking down the side of the fairway where Fred's ball had gone and at some
point ducked into the trees.

   I looked back at Roger, still facing away from me and trying to fix
things.  "Roger, are you okay?  Is your zipper stuck?" I asked.

   "No ma'am.  I have a bigger problem" replied Roger.

   I went around to see what Roger was doing and I saw his problem.  The
problem was to get his monster penis back in his pants while it was still
erect.  "Oh, Roger.  I'm so sorry.  It's all my fault" I said.

   "That's okay Miss, this is something I have to deal with.  Although,
it's pretty hard to get this thing to settle down with such a beautiful
woman around" said Roger.

   "I wish there was something I could do" I told him.

   "No Miss.  I couldn't ask a young married woman like you to do what's
needed here" said Roger.

   I think I knew what he meant, but I still found myself asking while I
starred at his erection.  "What's that Roger?"

   He looked over at me and said "I need someone to suck my cock."

   The next thing I knew I had dropped to my knees and had three inches of
Roger's cock in my mouth.  I'm not sure what came over me.  All I was
thinking about was how I wanted that big cock.  I gradually pumped up to
six inches of it into my mouth.  It didn't take long before Roger let out a
groan and started to cum.  My first reaction was to pull away, but Roger
reached down to hold the back of my head and prevent me from escaping.  As
a result, I found my mouth getting pumped full of sperm very quickly.  I
had no choice but to swallow it.  Surprisingly, I enjoyed the taste and
stopped trying to pull away.  In fact, I felt some disappointment that it
was over so soon.  I made sure that after Roger's dick had stopped spewing
sperm, I cleaned him up with my tongue.

   What had just happened?  I didn't even really enjoy oral sex with my
husband.  We had tried it a few times, but I never let him cum in my mouth.
And here I had willingly done it with a man who I had known less than an
hour.  I also felt a yearning to do it again.

   "Thank you kindly young Miss.  It's been a while since I've had a pretty
girl like you drain this monster" said Roger.

   "I feel I should thank you Roger.  I enjoyed sucking your cock and
swallowing your cum.  You've got a very nice prick.  I've never seen one so
big before" I told him, getting off my knees.

   "Your husband has a small dick, does he?" asked Roger.

   "I never thought so before, but it's less than half the size of yours. I
am embarrassed to say that my husband's dick is the only one I've known
until now.  How long is yours?  Have you measured it?" I asked.

   "Yep.  Twelve inches long and five inches around" replied Roger proudly.

   We walked quickly up the fairway to discover Don and Fred just emerging
from the woods.  "Well, we found it, but all I was able to do was knock it
back on the fairway" said Fred.

   We all got to the green in good order, but I noticed Don beginning to
stare at me while I was about to hit my putt.  "Excuse me ma'am.  It looks
like you have something on your face" he said.

   I put my hand up to my cheek and felt something sticky.  I looked at my
fingers and there was no denying what it was.  "Holy cow!  It's cum" said
Don as Fred came over to take a look.

   "Roger was kind enough to let me suck him off" I said shyly, as I found
myself licking off my fingers.  There were now noticeable growing bulges in
the pants of Fred and Don.  My embarrassment at being caught was being
overshadowed by my desire to do it again.

   "Well ma'am, my cock is at your service if you need a mouth full of cum
again" said Don.  "Mine too" added Fred.

   "Thanks guys, but what I need right now is to cool off a bit" I unzipped
my top completely so it wide open.  Then I unhooked my bra and pulled it
off.  My tits were now free for all to see.  I have to say that I am fairly
proud of my breasts.  They have remained a full firm 36 D cup since I was
21.  I really wanted to impress these guys and I was getting so horny that
I really wanted to show them off.

   "That's a mighty fine set of knockers you have there ma'am" said Fred.

   "Thank you, Fred.  How about a new rule?  If anyone makes a birdie I'll
suck him off" I told them.  I put my bra into my golf bag.

   "That's awfully kind of you ma'am.  I'll be shooting at all the pins
today.  But I think Don is the only one with a birdie putt on this hole. 
Let's see if he can make it" said Fred.

   Don prepared to putt the ball.  He still had a noticeable bulge in his
pants and his 12 foot putt rolled just wide of the hole.  "Fuck!" he said
"Now that's pressure!"

   Everyone gathered up their balls and clubs as we made our way to the
third tee.  I had a definite spring in my step now.  I was no longer
nervous or embarrassed to be out here with these guys.  I was going to be
their trophy.  I was also going to get some more sperm.  Just thinking
about it was making me wet.

   The third hole was a par three.  Each of the men found the green with
their tee shots.  Fred was closest to the hole with only a short putt
remaining.  I was getting ready to hit my shot when I suddenly realized I
was feeling a bit uncomfortable.  So I dropped my club to the ground and
with the guys watching open mouthed, I pulled down my panties which were
soaking wet.  I took then off and tossed them to Fred.  "This is for
getting it closest" I told him.  I finally hit my shot, but it was short
and left.

   As we made our way to my ball I notice Fred was sniffing my panties. 
"Why don't you give them a taste, Fred?" I asked.  Fred put them in his
mouth sucked on them for while.  "That's mighty tasty pussy juice you have
there Miss" he said.  As they walked together, I noticed that each of the
men had large bulges in their pants.

   Roger and Don both missed their birdie putts on the green.  Fred was
lining his up and concentrating hard.  He set up and hit it.  At first I
thought he did not hit it hard enough, but the ball just fell into the cup
with its last roll.  "Yes!" yelled Fred.

   He looked at me and asked me if my offer was still open.  "Of course it
is Fred.  Great shot" I told him.

   "Maybe you would like to go into the woods to do this Miss Karen" Fred
suggested.

   "No Fred.  I'd like to do it right here so Don and Roger can see what
they have waiting for them if they make some birdies.  Now let me see your
cock" I told him.

   Fred unzipped his pants and reached in.  When he pulled out his cock I
could believe my eyes.  It was bigger than Roger's by at least a full inch
and was at least as thick.  "That's a lot of cock Fred" I commented.

   "Yes ma'am.  Do you think you can handle it?" asked Fred

   I'm sure going to try, I thought as I dropped to my knees and took it in
my mouth.  As with Roger's cock, I worked my way up to about six inches
inside my mouth.  Fred seemed to want me to take in more as he grabbed the
hair on the side of my head and he started pumping his cock deeper in my
mouth.  "Open your throat, bitch" he said as continued to fuck my face.  I
tried to do as he said and gradually Fred worked it in, inch by inch. 
"Look at this bitch.  She loves to be face fucked" said Fred as I finally
got it all in without gagging.

   "She sure does" said Don.

   I could feel Fred's cock swelling as he rammed it into my face.  After
about two minutes of full face fucking, Fred finally started pumping his
sperm into me.  I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could, but Fred was
pumping a whole lot of it right into my stomach as his cock was down my
throat.  When he was done, I carefully cleaned the entire length of his
cock.

   "Ahhh" I gasped.

   "Ma'am, I'm sorry I cussed at you and got a little rough.  I just got
caught up in the moment.  Please don't be upset" said Fred.

   "I'm not upset Fred.  I want to thank you for showing me how to take
such a large cock in my mouth.  I really enjoyed the face fucking.  And I
really like the thought of being your bitch, so you can call me that if you
like" I told him.  He just shook his head.

   "Come on.  Let's get to the next hole.  I've got to get some of that"
said Don.

   We all made our way to the fourth tee.  "Yahoo!" said Don "A par five.
We'll get some birdies here for sure."

   "I hope so" I told them.

   Both Roger and Don had perfect drives, but Fred found the trees lining
the side of the fairway.  I was having a grand time.  I didn't worry about
how well I hit the ball, and I actually started hitting it better.  When we
got to the green, Don had a very short putt for birdie which he tapped in
for a guaranteed blow job.  Fred had already made bogie and Roger had a
chip from off the green in order to make birdie.  As Roger was getting set
to chip, I said, "Come on Roger.  Make this putt and you can have this
while Don fucks my face" and I lifted the front of my skirt to my stomach
showing him my pussy.

   I don't know how he managed to concentrate, but Roger made that thirty
foot chip.  He leaped into the as it dropped into the hole.  "Hooray!" I
yelled.  "Okay guys.  I'll get down on all fours and Don, you kneel at my
face, and Roger, you kneel behind and slide that monster of yours in my
pussy."

   There was no hesitation from Don or Roger.  Don's cock was only slightly
smaller than Roger's.  He pulled it out and quickly found my mouth with it.
I could feel Roger behind me lifting my skirt over my back and sliding his
cock inside my cunt.  Roger filled me like I had never felt before.  As he
slide it in deeper, my instinct was to inhale, and when I did, I sucked
Don's further down my throat.  Both cocks where about 8 inches in and Don
asked "Do you want it hard, bitch?"

   I nodded yes and Don grabbed the back of my head and began to pump my
face.  At the same time Roger grabbed my hips and rammed his cock into its
full length.  Both of them fucked me furiously.  I could feel my orgasm
building when Don suddenly began unloading his sperm into me.  The taste of
his cum and the intensified face pounding he gave me as he came, pushed me
over the edge, and I had what was, surprisingly, my first orgasm of the
day. Roger continued to drive on as I cleaned up Don's cock.  When Don
pulled away, I told Roger to come around and give it to me in the mouth. 
He pulled out and walked around to my face.  He said "Open wide, I'm gonna
ram this all the way in the first time, cunt." I opened wide and Roger
grabbed two fistfuls of my hair slammed the entire length of his cock down
my throat.  I was surprised that I had no gag reflex, but I suppose my
throat was getting used to these monster cocks.  Roger finally started
cumming after about a minute of hard face fuck action.  After I clean up
his dick, I thanked them for the fucking.

   "I've never been called a cunt before Roger, but I really feel like one
today.  Thank you" I told him.

   "You're quite welcome Miss" replied Roger.

   We made our way to the fifth hole, a par four, but everyone had a rough
time on this one.  Nobody even made par, never mind birdie.  "That's too
bad, no face fuck for me on this hole" I said.

   I thought the sixth hole was going to go without a birdie as well, but
Fred made a miraculous shot from behind a tree to set up a short birdie
putt.  When he drained the putt, I skipped over to him, dropped to my knees
and began fishing around in his pants for his cock.  I was about to pop it
in my mouth when Fred said "Wait a second bitch.  I want you over that
bench first."

   "Okay Fred.  That sounds nice" I told him as I bent over the back of the
bench with my hands on the seat.  Fred came up behind me and lifted my
skirt over my back.  "Give me a good fucking Fred, but please cum in my
mouth."

   "I'll give you a good fucking alright.  We'll see how much of a fuck
bitch you really are." And with that I felt pressure against my ass.

   "Oh Fred.  I don't know about this.  Please use my pussy instead" I
pleaded.

   "Shut up bitch and hold still, you're taking it up the ass" and he
reached around and stuffed my balled up panties into my mouth.  At the same
instant the head of his cock began to penetrate my asshole.  I screamed
into the panties with pain.  I have never had anything in my ass before and
this was the biggest cock I had ever seen.  Fred was ramming me hard trying
to make progress up my ass.  My eyes were watering from the pain, although
the initial shock was over and it was becoming slightly pleasurable.  After
another few thrusts, I actually began pushing back to help Fred get his
cock all the way up my ass.  "See that.  The bitch wants it up her ass. 
Don't you bitch?" he asked.

   I nodded yes.  I wasn't sure at first, but I was sure now.  I liked it
up my ass.  Together, with both of us thrusting against each other, we
finally managed to get all of Fred's cock up my asshole.  Fred was about
ready to cum.  He pulled his dirty slimy cock out of my ass and came around
to my face and pulled the panties from my mouth.  "Do you want to suck this
cock bitch?" he asked.

   "Yes Fred.  Please let me suck and clean your dirty cock" I answered. 
And with that Fred began fucking my face.  I could feel all the slime and
shit building up around my lips and taste it on my tongue.  Fred then added
sperm to mixture as he spewed into my mouth.  I spent several minutes
licking Fred's cock totally clean and licking all the build up from around
my lips.

   "Now, how do you feel ma'am?  I hope I didn't ruin you.  You have such a
lovely firm ass, I couldn't resist" said Fred.

   "I feel fine Fred.  It hurt at first and I wasn't sure if I would like
it, but now I'm really sure I like getting fucked up my ass.  You are so
sweet for showing this to me.  I love being your bitch.  I am learning so
much" I told him.

   At the seventh tee, we passed close by the clubhouse.  Roger offered to
run up and buy us some refreshments.  After a few minutes he came back with
beer and sausage on a bun for everyone.  Everyone thanked him.  Fred said
"I think I'll just keep mine warm until the next hole" and with that he
took the sausage from his bun and lift up the front of my skirt. 
"Spread'em bitch" he told me.  I spread my legs about two feet apart for
him and he shoved his hot sausage up my cunt.

   "Oh, that's so hot!  It's burning me Fred!" I gasped.

   "Don't let that thing fall out bitch.  I mean to eat it on the next tee"
Fred said.

   "Okay Fred.  I'll keep it nice and warm for you" I told him, squeezing
my legs together.

   We all hit our drives on the seventh hole.  Fred and Roger went straight
down the middle, but Don and I hit ours into the trees on the right of the
fairway.  "Come on Miss, we can help each other look" said Don.  A short
ways into the woods, there was a gully that was about twelve feet deep. 
"Our balls are probably in the gully.  You go down and look for them, I'll
stay up here and help you get down and up the hill" Don told me.

   "Okay Don" I said.  He took my hand and lowered me down the hill into
the gully.  It wasn't long before I found a golf ball.  Then another and
another.  After about three minutes I had nine golf balls including mine
and Don's.  I threw Don's up the hill to him.  "Here Don, I'll throw you
the rest of these as well and you can help me up the hill" I told him.

   "Wait a second there bitch.  I have a better idea.  Why don't you just
bend over and shove all those golf balls up your ass so you can carry them
yourself" Don said.

   "I'll try Don" I said.  I bent over keeping my legs straight and my ass
facing Don so he could get a clear view.  My asshole was still a little
tender from the hard ass fucking I had received from Fred, so pushing in
the first golf ball made me wince.  After that, it felt so good to have
something in both my ass and my cunt.  I could still feel the warmth of
Fred's sausage.  I managed to get all eight of the golf balls up my ass.  I
stood up and made it up the hill with Don's help.  "Thanks for the great
idea Don.  I never thought of my ass as a golf ball holder before" I told
him.

   "You're welcome Miss.  Now let's go see how the other guys are making
out" Don said.  Unfortunately, neither Fred nor Roger had been able to make
birdie.

   At the next tee I sat down on the edge of a bench with my knees wide
apart.  I pulled up my skirt to exposed my cunt and asked "Fred, are you
ready for your sausage?  I've kept it nice and warm for you." I inserted a
finger in my cunt to search for the sausage but I quickly realized it had
worked its way quite far in.  "I can't find it, but I know it's in there" I
told him.

   "Get your hand out of the way bitch.  I'll have to do this myself." he
said.  He started by shoving two of his thick fingers all the way into my
cunt.  "You're right bitch.  I can't feel it.  You better not have let it
slip out or I'll have to teach you a lesson" Fred told me.  I shook my head
no, I was sure it was still up there somewhere.  "Well bitch I guess you
need someone to go in there after it then, don't you?" Fred asked.

   "Yes Fred" I said.

   Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties and shoved them
in my mouth.  Then he added two more fingers to my cunt and pushed them as
far up as he could.  It felt very nice, but I felt stretched as far as I
could go.  "Still can't reach it bitch.  I'm gonna have to use the full
fist" He told me.  I started shaking my head no, I was already stretch to
the limit.  His whole fist would tear me apart.

   "Fellas, you better hold the bitch down" he said to Don and Roger.  They
moved behind the bench, held me down by my shoulders and held my arms
behind my back.

   "Now ma'am, you shouldn't have gone and lost Fred's sausage.  He has a
right to find it.  Now just spread your legs open and let him put his fist
up your cunt" said Roger.  Roger had a point, I suppose I owed it to Fred
to let him find it.  If he had to split me open to do it, it was my own
fault.  So I did as Roger asked and spread my legs apart as far as I could.

   "I knew the bitch really wanted it" said Fred.  He began to insert his
thumb alongside his four fingers in my cunt.  I groaned with the pain into
my panties.  He twisted his hand around a few times before he gave a sudden
push to slide his hand in up to his wrist.  I nearly passed out from the
shot of pain.  In a minute or so, the pain had mostly subsided, and I could
feel Fred moving his hand inside me.  Although the pain had been intense,
Fred had not torn me apart like I had feared.  Now, as he began moving
around inside me, pleasure began to grow.  I started pumping my hips to
feel more of his arm inside me.  But just when I could feel my orgasm
building, Fred said "Got it" and pulled his hand and the sausage out of my
cunt.  I groaned with disappointment.

   Fred pulled my panties form my mouth and asked "What's the matter
bitch?"

   "Please Fred, could you fuck me some more with your hand?" I asked.

   "I don't know" said Fred.  "If I do, it ain't going to be one of those
gentle hand fucks like you just had.  I'm gonna have to pound your bitch
cunt with this" He held up his fist.  "Is that what you want bitch?"

   I gasped "Yes please Fred.  Pound my bitch cunt."

   And with that, Fred punched me in the cunt.  It didn't penetrate, but it
made me yell with pain.  Fred put the panties back in my mouth.  He punched
my cunt a bit harder the next time and made some penetration.  The violence
of the blows had made me instinctively try to close my legs.  "Spread'em
bitch, or I'm done" Fred told me.  I didn't want Fred to stop, so I quick
spread my legs as far apart as I could.  "Do you need Roger and Don to hold
your legs apart bitch?" asked Fred.  I nodded yes, and the two men sat on
either side of me on the bench and each pulled one of my legs up to their
laps.  I felt like a wishbone.  Fred's next blow went deep inside me and it
was all Roger and Don could do to keep hold of my legs as I thrashed.  Fred
started a rapid pounding that went in and out of my now gaping cunt.  As I
approached my orgasm I began to thrust my hips to meet each blow.  Finally
I had a massive orgasm that I screamed away into my panties, leaving me
breathless.  Fred withdrew his fist and removed the panties from my mouth.
The others let go of my legs.

   "Thank you guys.  Thank you, especially, Fred.  You've been so nice to
me" I said.  As I got up, I found my legs a bit shaky.

   "You're quite welcome ma'am.  It's no trouble at all really" said Fred,
finally getting a chance to eat his sausage.

   When I was standing I remembered my asshole full of golf balls.  I
spread my legs slightly apart and tried to push them out.  I let out a
little grunt as I pushed and the men all looked at me just as the first
ball fell out.  Roger laughed "It looks like she laid an egg." I laughed
too.  It took me about a minute to get them all out.

   The men all hit their tee shots on the eighth hole.  All found the
fairway.  I hit my ball down the fairway and walked with the men after it.
I began thinking about the things I had been learning that day.  Obviously,
I would have to change the way I lived.  I simply couldn't go back to the
unfulfilling sex life with my small dicked husband.  These men had been so
nice to me today, but I couldn't expect them to let me burden them all the
time.  I wondered how I could meet more men who would be as nice to me as
these three gentlemen.  Roger must have noticed I had something on my mind
and asked "Something bothering you ma'am?"

   "I was just thinking Roger.  You gentlemen have been so nice to me today
and taught me so much, I don't want to go back to the small dick my husband
has.  I think I'll have to leave him" I told him.

   "We're happy to have helped you out Miss" Roger said.

   "It's just that I think I need to find some more men like you guys who
are so generous to a lady" I said.

   "Well ma'am, you're going to join us for our weekly golf game.  After
all, you offered a good face fucking after every birdie.  It would pretty
rude of you to withdraw that after we've added it to our rules" said Roger.

   "Roger, I'd love to provide the face to fuck for your weekly game.  You
guys are so sweet to keep it in your rules.  I know this is going to sound
so selfish, but I just don't think a weekly golf game is going to be enough
to satisfy me" I told him.

   "Not to worry ma'am" Fred spoke up.  "We'll simply whore you out to
whomever we want.  The money you bring in will pay for our inconvenience."

   "Fred, you are the most generous man I've ever met.  You know just how
to treat a lady" I told him as I kissed him on the cheek.

   The three men all hit their balls on the green, but only Don was able to
sink his birdie putt.  "I've just been aching to fuck that pretty little
face of yours again Miss" said Don, whipping out his cock.  I knelt in
front of him and I placed his hands on the side of my head so he could
drive his cock into my face.  I quickly had all of it down my throat.

   I heard Roger say "Go down to your knees Don." As Don knelt, I had to go
down on all fours to keep his cock in my mouth.  I then felt something cool
slide into my pussy as someone lifted up my skirt.  "Not that way Roger,
use the fat end on the bitch" I heard Fred say.  I suddenly understood that
Roger had slide the long neck of his beer bottle inside me.  He pulled it
out and began working the much thicker end inside me.  I began to moan with
pleasure.  Roger had worked the entire fat end of the bottle inside, with
only a portion of the long neck sticking out.  Don continued to fuck my
faced with long strokes.

   "Step aside Roger, the bitch needs another lesson" said Fred.  Roger
left the bottle in my cunt.  I then felt the same coolness on my asshole. I
could feel Fred beginning to push a bottle into my ass.  "You want this,
don't you bitch?" I knew it was going to hurt like hell, but I really did
want it.  I nodded my head yes, still with Don's cock down my throat.  Fred
pushed harder and harder until I felt something give with a sharp pain.  My
muffled screams onto his cock pushed Don over the edge and he began pumping
me full of his cum.  I now had a beer bottle up both my ass and cunt and a
mouth full of sperm.  I swallowed Don's sperm and cleaned him off.  I stood
up with both of the beer bottles inside me.  I felt them with my hands and
noticed the end of the long necks sticking out of me.

   "Thanks for the cum Don, and thanks for letting me hold on to you beer
bottles for you guys" I told them.

   "Yes ma'am" said Fred.  "We certainly didn't want to litter.  And your
holes seemed like the right place."

   "I'll keep them until we get to the clubhouse" I told him.  We came to
the tee on the ninth and final hole.  "Well gentlemen, last chance for a
face fuck today."

   Unfortunately all three men hit their drives into the trees on the right
hand side of the fairway.  We were all a little disappointed that there
would likely not be a birdie on the final hole.  We went into the woods to
search for the balls.  The men were talking together for a moment and then
Fred came over to me.  "Ma'am?  Me and the fellas were talking, and seeing
as how it looks like none of us will make a birdie on this hole, we thought
you would be interested in trying something a little different."

   "Okay Fred.  I'm sorry I can't give you guys a blow job with no birdies,
but that's the rule" I said.

   "Yes ma'am.  We understand the rule and like I said we'd like to do
something different, but we'd have to tie you up first so you couldn't run
away" Fred explained.

   "Oh" I said.  My mind was racing, trying to think of what they would do
to me that would make me want run away.  I was sure it was going to be
painful whatever it was.  I was looking forward to it.  "Would you please
tie me up, Fred?" I asked him.  He led me over to a tree.  He removed my
zip top which had been hanging open all day.  Fred pushed my back to the
tree and Roger started tying my wrists behind the tree with an extra
shoelace he carried in his golf bag.  Don used another shoelace to tie my
ankles to the tree.

   "Now ma'am, we've paid a lot of attention to your holes today, but
unfortunately we've overlooked those big tits of yours" Fred told me.  "We
just wouldn't feel right if we didn't thoroughly treat you like the bitch
that you are."

   "You men are so sweet" I told them.

   "So basically, we've decided to whip the shit out of your tits.  Roger
has gone to get us some of those birch branches to use as whips.  Is there
anything you'd like to say before we make your tits bleed?" asked Fred,
waiting a second before stuffing the panties into my mouth again.

   "Thank you" I whispered.  He shoved the panties in and Roger passed out
small, long branches to the other two men.  Don was the first walk up to
me. He asked if I was ready and I nodded yes.

   He began whipping one tit then the other.  The stinging pain was hard to
take and I started to yell into the panties for him to stop.After a while
Don stopped and with tears in my eyes I looked down on my tits.  They were
covered in red and purple welts from the branch.  I looked up and saw Roger
getting ready to start whipping.  "Ready cunt?" he asked.  My mind screamed
no, but my head nodded yes.  He started whipping me fiercely.  I screamed
with all abandon into the panties and shook my head back and forth for him
to stop, but he continued on until I was thoroughly exhausted.  When he
stopped, I looked down at my once perfect tits and saw them dripping blood
and covered in welts.

   Fred walked up to me, pulled the panties out of my mouth and said "It
looks like Roger's done a good job making those tits bleed.  I think we're
done whipping, but I've been saving something special for you.  It's really
the reason I needed to tie you up."

   I have no doubt the look of fear was in my eyes when I asked "What's
that Fred?"

   Fred simply walked over to his golf bag and reached into one of the
pockets.  He pulled out a cigar and lit it with a lighter.  I knew then
what he had planned.  I began begging "Oh Fred, please.  I don't think I
can do that.  My tits hurt so bad right now.  I really enjoyed the
whipping, please whip me some more."

   "No more whipping.  Are you my bitch or aren't you?" he asked, taking a
puff on the cigar.

   "Yes Fred.  I'm your bitch.  Please let me be your bitch" I whispered.

   "I'm not so sure" he said.

   "Fred, I'm your bitch.  I'm just nervous.  I really want it, Fred.  Will
you please burn my tits with your cigar?  Please?  Burn my cunt too while
you're at it." I begged.

   "I knew you were a fucking bitch" he said as he stuffed the panties back
into my mouth.  He took a puff on the cigar and blew the smoke in my face.
He then took the cigar and pressed the lit end into underside of my left
tit and held there for three seconds.  I screamed into the panties.  Fred
only waited for me to stop screaming before he pressed the cigar into the
other tit.  He repeated this many times.  At last he let me gather my
breath.  He asked "And what was that other thing you asked for bitch?  Oh,
I remember." And with that he lifted up my skirt and pressed the cigar into
the mound of my cunt.  I screamed for several minutes.  When he was done, I
looked at my tits.  I had about four burn marks on each one.  He had only
burned my cunt once.  He took the panties out of my mouth.  "Are you
alright ma'am?" he asked.

   "I'm fine Fred.  Thank you.  I didn't mean to offend you when I asked
you not to burn me.  I was just scared.  I really enjoyed it, I'd love for
you to do it again to me sometime.  Maybe you can burn my cunt more next
time?" I offered.

   "Yes ma'am.  I'm sure I'll do that to you at some point" said Fred.

   The men untied me from the tree and I began staggering out of the woods.
I noticed I still had the two beer bottles sticking out of me.  Roger came
up to me and offered me my zip top.  "Thanks, Roger" I told him.  We had
all picked up our golf balls and were done for the day.  I walked over to a
garbage can and pulled the beer bottles out of me and put them in the
trash.

   Fred walked up to me and handed me a cell phone.  "Here ma'am, this is
for you.  The fellas and I really did enjoy your company today.  You'll be
expected to be here for our weekly game.  The short skirt and zip top are
fine and make sure you have some skimpy panties on that we can gag you
with. No bras and forget your golf clubs, you won't be playing.  You'll
need to shave your cunt every day; if I'm gonna burn it or whip it I want
to see the results.  The cell phone is for me to call you only.  You're to
keep it with you at all times because I might have to whore you out on
short notice.  And if I do call, you better drop what you are doing and go
get your fucking.  So you might want to keep a change of your whoring
clothes in your car.  Any questions?"

   "No Fred.  You're so nice to arrange this for me" I told him

   "Another thing ma'am.  I'll be taking all the whoring money, but I'll
set you up in a little room somewhere with an allowance.  You will do
anything a customer tells you to do.  If you do not, I'll stop whoring you
and send you back to that shrimp dicked husband of yours.  I'll tell you to
fuck everything under the sun, do you understand?"

   "Yes, Fred.  Please call me anytime.  The sooner the better; I'd like to
get whoring right away.  Let me know when you find a room for me and I'll
move out on my husband.  I'm looking forward to going home and telling him
all about my day and that I'm leaving him and his short prick.  If he wants
to fuck me, he'll have to pay you like everyone else" I said.

   "Yes ma'am.  Now let me walk you to your car." As we walked to the car,
Fred ripped off my zip top and tore off my skirt leaving me naked except
for my shoes and socks.  "I don't want you forgetting whose bitch you are
when you're driving home."

   "Don't worry.  I'll never forget Fred.  Thank you so much!" and with
that I drove away.

   END