Simone threw herself down on the settee. "I'm bloody sick of being pawed by the local jocks who think they own us," she complained. "I'm sick of being a bloody virgin. But I don't want to loose it with some rough bastard in the back seat of his father's car."
"What are you moaning about," Rebecca cried. "Jerry has come all over my hands three times this week; all he wants is a bloody blow job or a wank. Arties not much better he thinks he has a god given right to shove his fingers in my pussy. He's so rough and uncaring it hurts. When I complain he sulks and tells me that that slut Sandy puts out."
Rae stood up as she spoke, "alright all right, we have said all this before, we all know that we are browned off with the local jocks but when it comes down to it we do nothing and go back to dating those arrogant arseholes." She shook her head. "Well this time I am ready to do something. I've been thinking and have decided that what I need is an older man. Some one who knows how to treat a woman properly."
"Yeah that's what we need," Rebecca growled, "let's find one like your dad and give ourselves a treat."
Simone shook her head, "not one of our fathers for god sake. We don't need to break the law or have some irate wife after us, we need a stranger preferably single." They sat thinking for a minute when Simone screamed, "I know, what about Mark you know the one who is going to help improve our golf. He was so cool on the course the other morning my pussy was all wet. If he had asked I would have let him take me behind the trees and take my cherry right there and then."
"Yeah he'd be good," Rebecca cried, "he has just lost his wife. He's probably starting to feel the need for a woman." Simone was more enthusiastic, "If he is looking for a lover I'm available. Did you notice that thick chest and those abs? He has a great body." She danced around the room. "The more I think about it the more I like it." She stopped and waved her finger to make her point. "Don't forget he has a big empty mansion where we could be alone and do it in comfort." They sat back smiling at the thought of seducing Mark.
"There may be a problem," Rae said breaking the silence. "I think he's fucking mum. If he isn't, she sure loves playing the back nine with him. I have never seen her so keen to play so early in the morning. Since he has started to join her every morning she flies out of bed and puts on her most interesting gear. Come to think of it she used to start later and work around the house when she came home, now she starts a lot earlier and comes home so worn out she just showers and goes to her room to rest."
"Maybe he is doing your mum and may be he isn't, who cares," Simone said a gleam in her eye. She lifted her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her thong "If we offer him three beautiful young virgin pussies he'll freak." When they both started to talk she spoke over their voices, "Listen up, we must have a plan. We don't want to compete with each other. Let's work it so we share him. We must all do every thing we can to make sure one of us snares him. Who ever is the first to get him to bonk them must agree to share him with the others."
Mark rang Madeline after lunch, "Are we on for tomorrow morning?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I hope I'll be on my own. Rae and her friends haven't said they're coming. Anyway make sure you keep your promise to coach them after school so we can have the mornings to ourselves."
Mark remembered his promise. He more vividly remembered the sexual challenge that Rae had issued when he had asked were they old enough. She had flashed her bottom and called, "we are old enough if you're good enough" before adding with a challenge, "Could you handle three young ladies old man."
Mark had had a tough time that morning trying to hide his growing interest in Rae's tiny young body. She had been an outrageous flirt flashing her hard bottom continually in front of his eyes at every opportunity. He would have loved to take up her challenge but wouldn't do it to Madeline believing one sex partner in the family was enough. When Madeline suggested he coach the girls after school he had agreed so he could keep them from spoiling his morning sessions in the trees on the thirteenth fairway.
He was staring into space thinking of Madeline when reception rang through on the intercom, "will you take a call from a cheeky young woman who wants to know what time you will meet her at the golf club"
"That will be Madeline's daughter," he laughed put the cheeky young bugger through, no better still tell her four o'clock."
"My god you'll cause a riot," Mark growled when he spied the girls waiting for him near the driving range. "What's up," Rae asked innocently. "You know what's up your dresses are supposed to hide your body. Your skirts are so short I can see you're..." he stopped not wanting to say pussy or even panties in front of the gaping crowd. He started again as someone whistled, "Bloody hell is that a bra or a piece of string"
"This is not one of those seedy lap dancing night clubs and you're not here put on a show; you're here to improve your driving at a members only Golf Club. Go and cover up or go home," he thundered. A half a dozen men standing near by laughed and booed. To the girls delight one groaned, "Let them play, its time someone gave this old morgue a shot of life." Others joined in surrounding the girls, "if he won't coach you we will."
Mark gave up and headed for the bar and ordered a beer. Deirdre the big barmaid that Stan had said was a goer looked at him sympathetically, "Hi Mark what seems to be the problem?" she asked as she gave him his change.
"I promised to coach Madeline's daughter and her mates for a few afternoons so they could improve their game before some school golf matches. They turned up dressed..." he was loudly interrupted and slapped on the back before he could finish. He turned to find his mate Stan laughing, "My god lad they tell me you're responsible for those young fillies. If they come back dressed like that again tomorrow you won't have to worry, half the club will be here to coach them for you."
Mark settle down as Stan joined him for a drink. One drink led to another as they laughed and talked till they were the only two left in the bar. Looking around and noticing the lack of customers Stan asked Deirdre to join them. "I may as well she said as she drew up a stool you are the only customers. The boss said I can close up and go home when you're finished."
Shortly after Stan winked at Mark, "let's make this the last. I've got a wife waiting at home." he looked at Mark, "seeing you've kept Deirdre so late you had better do the right thing and buy her dinner." When she objected he overrode her objection. "At least make the bastard drive you home," he said as he pushed them together and led them to the door.
Mark was surprised to find that Deirdre was much younger than she looked. When he admitted he though she was older she laughed, "It's my big boobs and my big bum and the fact that these bar staff uniforms do nothing for people my size. I am a lot different without this on." "Are you now," he said with a sly grin, "I'll have to check."
