Violet Dawn

Violet had begged her step-uncle Brick for golf lessons. He used to be almost pro, and she needed real help if she wanted to win anything. They stood on the practice green while he watched her terrible swings with open amusement. “You’re doing everything wrong,” he said. “Legs apart. Grip the shaft properly. Aim for the hole.” She tried again and again, missing every time. Brick moved behind her, adjusting her stance, hands on her hips, then higher. “It’s all in the hips. Feel that? Get loose.” The “lesson” shifted fast. He told her that real pros knew secret techniques, and if she wanted to improve she had to do everything he said—no matter how crazy it sounded. When he started touching her more openly she protested at first. “Uncle Brick, this isn’t appropriate…” “Distractions happen out there. If you can’t focus through them, you’ll never make it.” He pulled her skirt up and slid two fingers between her legs while she tried to keep putting. Every time she got close to the cup he distracted her harder—rubbing her clit, then pushing a finger inside. Violet’s swings got worse and her breathing heavier. “Laser focus,” he ordered. “Don’t think. Just do.” Soon the golf club was forgotten. Brick bent her over the practice bench, pulled her panties aside, and pushed his thick cock into her wet pussy in one long stroke. She cried out, gripping the edge. “Feel that shaft deep… just like I taught you.” He fucked her hard from behind while coaching her the whole time—telling her to grip tighter, push back, take every inch. Then he made her drop to her knees and practice “swallowing the shaft.” Violet sucked him deep, gagging, spit running down her chin while he held her hair and praised her technique. They moved through every position. He had her ride him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce, then folded her in half and drove deep until she came shaking around him. Near the end he pulled out, pushed into her tighter hole, and fucked her ass while she moaned about how full she felt. “Hole in one,” he growled as he flooded her with thick cum. Afterwards Violet lay spent on the grass, still catching her breath, while Brick smirked and handed her the putter again. “Same time next week. We’ve got more techniques to cover.”