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Playing The Tenth Hole
by Silkygirl (silkygirl1979@yahoo.com)

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I always play the rougher 9 hole course, because it's 
always deserted. Today, though, I was not alone. (M/g, 
ped, 1st, mast)

***

I always play the nine hole course on my days off, as 
no one is usually around. It's like a catch 22, they 
don't keep it up as well as the over-used 18 hole 
course, because nobody plays it, and nobody plays it 
because it isn't kept up as well.

I was playing along this fine Saturday, riding in my 
private cart as I lived on the course. I had downed a 
couple of the beers in my chest, and was feeling so 
peaceful as I again had the course all to myself. The 
cart trails are a little rough, and the fairways are 
not so perfect, so it makes for a more challenging game 
to me.

At number four, I thought I caught movement in the 
bushes off to my right as I approached the my ball 
which had landed much too close to the woods for me. 
But it was still very playable, so I was thinking how 
to get back on track to the green, when I thought I 
spotted bushes swaying. 

There was no wind to speak of, but I dismissed it as 
maybe a coyote, or dog, maybe even deer. This course is 
far from the city, and the nine-holer is far in the 
back of the property. I have to ride a considerable 
distance from home to get here.

I took my fairway wood out, took a couple of practice 
swings, and then drove it far across the fairway and 
within 90 yards of the green. Not too bad for someone 
who only gets to play a couple times a month now that 
the new promotion had seemed to pin me to the desk more 
and more.

When i had stowed my club, and climbed back on my cart, 
I definitely saw something moving to my right. I am not 
a city-boy by any means, as I was raised in the 
country, and still spend a lot of time hunting and 
hiking there. I decided to just keep my eyes open, as 
coyotes can be unpredictable, as man has encroached on 
their territory more and more of late.

I approached my ball, and was walking up to it, when I 
noticed a young girl walking towards me from the woods. 
her attire was totally unfit for her surroundings, as 
she had a white stockings, a short pink skirt, and 
white blouse. What was really odd, though, were her 
shoes. She was wearing hiking boots!

As I took position over the ball, she came up to me, 
and I was startled when I looked at her face. This girl 
of maybe 10, or 11, had the most beautiful eyes I had 
ever seen. They were deep dark blue pools that sparkled 
and seemed to just drink you in. I actually gasped 
slightly, as her beauty caught me unprepared.

"Hi mister," she said. "Are you all by yourself too?"

I stood there a second, trying to focus again, and 
replied, "Yes, I usually come here by myself, to 
relax."

"I am at the wedding party up at the country club with 
my family," she continued. "I got bored and being such 
a tomboy, as Mother calls me, I decided to go hiking. I 
always keep my shoes in the car. You never know when 
you'll find a pretty spot to explore."

There in a matter of seconds was all the explanation I 
would need or get for the day.

"Would it be alright if I stayed with you a little 
while?" she asked. "I saw two coyotes trailing me back 
there and I want to make sure they're gone."

I told her it would be fine if she stayed with me, as I 
sure didn't want anything to happen to such a lovely 
young lady.

This statement seemed to make her eyes sparkle even 
brighter, and the smile that came upon those lovely 
little lips was heart-melting. I found it strange that 
I was thinking this way about this little girl, as I 
had never before given females her age any thought at 
all.

When I had chipped onto the green, I asked her if she 
cared to ride with me as I was going up to putt.

She smiled again, and climbed on board. Her little 
short skirt was riding very high upon her stocking 
thighs by now. I couldn't keep myself from glancing 
down at this lovely little creature as we bounced 
along.

When I had putted, one stroke in fact, I told her we 
would travel through the edge of the woods to he next 
hole. She asked me if she could drive, as she had never 
driven anything.

I told her she could, but she would have to do so from 
my lap, as the controls were by foot, and she wouldn't 
be able to reach them. I don't know where that came 
from, as I could surely have sat beside her and used 
the pedals.

She didn't seem to hesitate a second, and climbed into 
my lap, ready to go. 

Now I must tell you right here, I usually wear nothing 
under my loose golf shorts, as I enjoy the freedom, and 
the air when I am out. Today was no exception. I was 
sitting here, holding the most precious little thing 
I’d ever seen in my lap, and I was totally aware of 
everything she was touching as she sat. 

Just as we started, she called out for me to stop. She 
raised herself up, and with one quick swipe of her 
hand, she brushed her skirt out from under her, and sat 
back down with nothing between her hard little ass-
cheeks and my now-hardening cock, but those wispy 
little white net stockings.

"I don’t want my skirt to get all wrinkled," she said, 
"I have to go back to the party in a couple of hours so 
my Parents won’t worry. I told them I’d be back by 
then."

I wasn’t going to complain, as when we started to move 
again, my cock naturally found its rightful place 
squarely between the cheeks of that little ass. I was 
trying so hard not to let it get fully hardened, as I 
thought it might scare her. But it was an attempt in 
vain. As we jostled along, she was all over my lap, but 
somehow managed to keep her cheeks dead-centered over 
the head of my dick.

When she leaned back against me, and looked up into my 
watering eyes, she smiled and said " I think someone 
else is enjoying the ride, too." With that, she gave a 
firm little push back into my crotch, and started a 
slow rolling motion with her hips.

I sucked in breath suddenly, as you can imagine how 
unprepared for this I must have been. "What are you 
doing?" I asked her.

"My Uncle Robert loves it when I sit in his lap and do 
that." She explained. "I thought you might enjoy it 
too."

My nerve-endings were on fire, everywhere her young 
body touched mine. Her legs, which were slightly 
spread, were rubbing like hot coals on the inside of my 
thighs. Her arms were inside mine, as I helped her to 
maintain control on the rough path. I didn’t know who 
Uncle Robert was, but I figured I owed him a lot, 
simply from the point this girl had taken me so far

When I asked her to stop, she looked up at me and 
frowned. "What’s the matter, am I driving too bad?" She 
asked.

"Not at all, sweetie," I replied. "But I have to adjust 
something here or we’re going to be in trouble."

"Oh, you mean the white stuff is about to spray inside 
your shorts?" she giggled.

"Something like that," was all I could muster.

"It’s OK, Uncle Robert always pulls me back on him 
really hard, and when he sprays I can feel it all warm 
and wet under my bottom. I like it a LOT!" she went on.

"Well, this is all new to me, and I am just a little 
nervous, I guess." I told her.

"Tell you what, if it'll help, I can pull my stockings 
off, and sit there like that, and you could open your 
shorts, and then the mess will be between us. How’s 
that?" she quizzed.

"I’ve had it on me before, I really love the way it 
feels." She chirped.

"And just how old are you, anyway?" I asked her.

"I’m 10 going on 11 next fall." She replied.

"I’ve never been around a 10 year old girl who knew as 
much as you before. It will take a little getting used 
to." I finished.

"Oh, I see. Well my Mother caught me playing with 
myself once when I was only 8, and she decided that 
since she and her family had always played like that 
together, she should go ahead and teach me, so I didn’t 
get into trouble." She explained. " She said I was a 
regular little hot-box, and she wanted to make sure I 
knew how to keep myself out of trouble because of it."

I was soaking all this in, and my dick was still raging 
hard beneath her ass. She slid off my lap, into the 
seat next to me, As she removed her boots, she spread 
her legs out very wide to reach the laces, and I could 
see a noticeable wet-stain in the crotch of her 
stockings.

When she had the boots off, she stood up and peeled the 
stockings down her legs, holding her short skirt under 
her chin. This was all for my benefit, I was sure, as 
this little girl had totally had her way with me from 
the start.

As she pulled the stockings off her feet, she placed 
them inside her boots, and then casually reached over 
and proceeded to undo my belt. I was shocked beyond 
belief, but completely unable to stop her, had I had 
any desire to do so. When she had my belt undone, she 
unzipped my shorts, and told me to raise up so she 
could pull them down.

My ass came off the seat in a flash, and as I settled, 
now bare-assed, back down, she crawled back into my 
lap, her skirt again pulled out behind her.

When her bare ass touched my belly, and my dick, I 
almost hosed her down immediately.

But since this kind of thing would never happen to me 
again, I was sure, I wanted it to last for as long as 
possible.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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