When she seemed to have adjusted to the intruder, Ben had another surprise for her. He rested his full weight on her, driving the remaining length of his cock into her body.
Lisa exhaled noisily as she was pinned under Ben’s weight. His pelvis ground against her ass and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was past the point where she could make intelligible sounds. He moved his hips in small circles, stirring his cock around in her ass as she gurgled.
“Nod if you want Ben to pull out,” Lori said as she held her sister’s face up.
“… no…”
Ben smiled at Lori as he altered his hip movements to include some aggressive thrusting. The grip and heat of Lisa’s tight asshole was driving Ben insane.
Lori watched her sister’s mouth drop open, but no sound came from the woman except the her gusting breath as Ben pounded her ass against the bed. Her eyes seemed to reflect her mindless bliss.
“Lori, slide your hand under Lisa and touch her so she can get some relief,” Ben instructed. She didn’t hesitate as she reached under them to rub circles over Lisa’s clit. Ben was really slapping her ass with his body, so she had a difficult time keeping on target. That intermittent touch was enough to push Lisa over the top and her body began to shake through a colossal orgasm.
Ben immediately pinned her to the bed as he fired his cum deep inside her ass in stream after stream.
Lori watched her sister’s face, but she was too far gone in her orgasm to be aware of anything else.
Lisa sagged, completely spent, and Ben slowly eased himself out of the woman’s ass.
The moment he was clear, Lori slipped Lisa’s anal plug back into her ass. She watched in fascination as Lisa’s sphincter slowly shrank, swallowing the bulb of the polished metal plug once more.
Ben was panting as he watched Lori’s ministrations. He raised an eyebrow.
Lori smiled at him. “She’ll want to keep all that goodness inside her, for just a little while.”
Ben snorted gently then moved to lie next to Lisa. He turned her face to look at him and she slowly opened her eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked
“… perfect…”
Ben smiled and kissed her cheek. “How are you, Lori?” he asked as she stared at her sister.
“Hmmm? Oh! I’m good,” she said as she watched her sister’s state. She wondered if she was brave enough to follow Lisa’s path to fulfillment. She enjoyed a little bum play but having it fucked by Ben’s cock? That sent a little shiver of fear down her spine.
But that shiver left a tantalizing tingle in her pussy just the same. Maybe someday.
Ashley grinned over at Ben as he sang along with the radio while Savannah and Madison accompanied him. When Ben got the words wrong, the girls would burst into giggles.
She was surprised that they didn’t have company in Ben’s truck as he seemed to always have his security with him.
She noticed Ben glancing in the mirror from time to time, and he was careful not to rush through changing traffic lights. So, they had an escort. Then she realized the car next to them was the same black sporty coupe from the last few lights. She spotted Tatiana behind the wheel.
Her daughter’s giggles brought her back to the moment, and she looked over at Ben. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. She knew he now had children of his own, and he loved playing with them, but he also had so much fun with her girls. This was what Ben was meant to be, a father. Or, in her kid’s case, a father figure.
She got tingles as she suddenly remembered what the afternoon had in store. Her face blushed as Ben glanced over at her with a grin. She didn’t know where to put her hands, so she clasped them together on her lap.
She was wearing her new jeans, and a pretty blouse that she was fretting was too tight across her chest. Glancing at Ben, she caught his admiring look and realized he didn’t mind the snugness. That made her feel tingly, too.
When they arrived at the mini-putt course, Ben led their group up to the check-in desk and let the girls choose the color of their putters and the golf balls. Savannah chose yellow, and Madison was pink. Ashley chose orange, and Ben was blue.
“I hear you two are experts at this game, so I’m going to add ten strokes to your scores now to make it fair,” Ben said seriously as he pretended to write the numbers on the scorecard.
“What! No way! No fair! We should add twenty to yours for that!” the girls squealed in protest.
Ben laughed, and they shook their fists at him for teasing them.
He looked at Ashley, who was grinning at the girls. “Feisty bunch!” he teased.
“Now I have to beat your score!” Savannah insisted.
They were lucky that the course wasn’t too busy, so they didn’t have to wait on other groups to move to the next hole.
Ben was doing well until he reached a hole with a tricky spinning windmill obstacle. Savannah putted perfectly and managed to drop her ball into the small building’s center hole, avoiding the spinning blades. Her ball rolled down the tube to stop just an inch from the cup.
Madison also managed to sink her first putt into the center hole, but her ball rolled a few extra inches past the cup. Still, an excellent first putt.
Ben’s ball was smacked by the turning blades to roll back to his feet. He cried foul and insisted it didn’t count, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, and he had to take his second attempt. This time the blade knocked his ball to the left, causing it to slip into the tube that took his ball to a low green below the cup. He’d have difficulty putting uphill to the main green to join the girls.
Ashley dropped her ball and lined up her shot. She also managed to sink it in the center hole, and it rolled from the tube into the cup for a hole-in-one.
The girls jumped up and down excitedly as Ashley raised her arms in the air in triumph. This was the best she’d ever played!
Savannah sank her second putt, and Madison did as well, but Ben took three more strokes to get out of the pit and into the cup.
“I think I should get a couple of strokes taken off my score because the windmill was obviously out to get me,” Ben grumbled dramatically, but the girls insisted he put the proper number on the scorecard with huge grins on their faces.
When they reached the end of the course, Savannah was the winner, with Madison trailing her by three strokes, followed by Ashley two strokes higher and Ben one stroke behind her.
“Obviously, the slope on these holes was uneven, and the course was too tricky,” Ben insisted to the girls.
They burst into giggles at Ben’s excuse, and Ashley grinned at their happiness.
Ben smiled at her as the girls rushed back to the desk to drop off all the clubs. The eighteenth hole kept the golf balls and had cost Ben another three strokes.
“Thank you, Ben! That was so much fun, and the girls were delighted to get better scores than you,” Ashley said quietly.
“They earned them fair and square. I’ve never been very good at this game,” he sighed.
Ashley patted his arm in consolation and was thrilled to feel his powerful bicep.
“Shall we get some lunch?” he asked.
She nodded distractedly, then looked into his eyes. His desire for her was clearly visible there.
“YOU!”
The word was screamed with a combination of rage and loathing, so heads all over the course turned to see who was so upset.
Ashley didn’t recognize the man but sent Ben a worried glance as trouble seemed to follow the sweet man.
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Ben spotted a man walking down a white gravel path from a small hut atop a rise next to the course exit.
The hut had a sign with manager written on it in bold capital letters, so Ben assumed this was the course operator himself.
The livid man had tensor bandages wrapped around both of his wrists and bitter rage in his eyes.
That’s when Ben recognized him. “The Baron,” he sighed.
When the manager cleared the bushes lining the gravel path and stepped out into the open course ten feet ahead of them, Ben could tell this was going to get ugly.
Two sudden cracks sounded from behind Ben. A neon orange golf ball nailed the man directly in his balls as a bright yellow ball deflected straight up off his forehead, snapping his head back. He crumpled to the ground. Ashley rushed forward to kneel next to him as the yellow ball dropped to the gravel next to her.
Ben walked up to stand next to Ashley, and he saw the man was just stunned. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“What happened to him?” Savannah asked as she and Madison rushed back to their mother’s side.
“Mini putt is a dangerous game. He just had a little accident,” Ben said as he helped Ashley back to her feet. They could see some of the course staff hustling over to their manager.
Maybe hustling was too strong a word as neither of the young course attendants seemed the slightest bit concerned about the fallen man. Apparently, the Baron made friends wherever he went.
“Ah! That’s where my ball went!”
Ben turned to see Tatiana approaching with Liliya. Both had slight smiles on their faces.
Tatiana picked up the orange ball and tossed the yellow one to her partner. “One hole to go,” the tall brunette said as they walked to the tee of the eighteenth hole. Ben watched Tatiana skillfully putt her ball into the one-stroke hole. Liliya did the same. Shit. He’d have to remember never to play against them.
“Ah, we’ve tied again,” Tatiana sighed as she frowned at the scorecard in her hand.
As the manager was now curled into a fetal position and being assisted by the teens in uniforms, Ben gathered Ashley and the girls and guided them to the exit. “Who wants lunch?” he asked and got cheers from Savannah and Madison.
“Can you tell me what that was about?” Ashley asked Ben quietly.
He nodded. “He was at the club last night and got verbally abusive to the women I was with. He was exceedingly belligerent, then tried to physically attack me. That’s why he’s wearing the wrist guards today. I have no idea what he was up to just now. If he thought it would go better for him in public, I hope he knows better now.”