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I thought it was inevitable.

"Tom, we know there are daughters of some members of the golf club about your age who'd be interested in what you have to offer a girl." Kara said.

"She means your big cock and marvelous tongue. We'd let them know that we heard you were an amazing lover, but not how we know."

That's how I met Joan.

Over the next few months, a number of women my age approached me at the country club. They made it clear what they wanted and that they were available.

Marge and Kara admitted to me that after golf they now took showers at the club. The women's shower room had individual showers with some privacy, but not much. They made it a point to shower next to each other when they knew young women were also showering or in the locker room.

"Hey Marge," Kara called from her shower stall, "did you hear about that guy Tom, who's a relatively new member?"

"No, what about him?"

"I overheard some girl say that he's the most amazing lover?" Marge said.

"How old is he?"

"I think he's about thirty?"

"Way too young for us." Kara said sadly, but with a smile on her face, as she thought about last week when she rode my cock.

"I know, but according to this girl, He's got a big one, and she said his tongue couldn't get enough."

"Are you sure he's too young?"

It worked. Like I said, women made themselves available. Sometimes the fucking was good and so were the blowjobs. If you know me, and you should by now, the pussy was always tasty.

This conversation was meant for those girls about my age, but was overheard by others in the women's locker room.

Some almost as old as Kara and Marge. There was Pauline, who was in her early fifties, who proved to be a non-stop cocksucker. And Quinn, who liked to ride my cock like Kara. "Tom, it's so far up my pussy. I love fucking your cock." Like Kara, she might have been sixty.

I was still seeing Marge and Kara, sometimes still at the same time. Kara was still a great fuck, and I never got tired of eating Marge or her blowjobs.

Marge and Kare confided in me that they never got tired of each other. "Tom, I love the way you eat my pussy, but to be honest, Kara's tongue is far superior. I don't think a man, even a man like you, can do what a woman can do to another woman."

"I'll just have to try harder," I smiled. Marge pushed my head back into her pussy.

That brings us to Joan. She was stunningly beautiful and twenty-seven-years-old. Her father was a prominent member of the club and bank president.

Joan's father and I ended up in the same foursome in some club tournament. Joan followed her dad around.

Later, as I was having a beer, she came over to me. "Can I talk to you alone?"

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