2 comments/ 33623 views/ 6 favorites Back Nine Rained Out Ch. 01 By: fjordhorse I'm Trevor Knudsen, the golf pro at Willow Creek, a nice little 18 hole golf course out in the countryside with a few hills, mature trees, and a meandering creek running through it. Very bucolic. The course attracts a lot of people who are just taking up the game, especially a lot of women who like the casual attitude of those who play here. In fact, several women have decided it would help to learn the game by taking private lessons from a young pro, someone they can talk with and who pays attention to them, not only to helping them with their golf swing but in other more personal areas. And that would be me. Bud Adams, a real estate developer, bought the course a year ago because he planned to eventually build houses on the property when the market was right. In the mean time he was content to run a pretty low key golf operation so long as he at least broke even. He hired me to oversee the operation because I was not looking for a long term position. I was approaching 30 and I planned to try to qualify for the Nationwide professional golf tour. I figured I would have time to work on my game at Willow Creek when I could get some practice in between running the golf shop and giving lessons. Bud knew I wanted to play on the tour and said he would sponsor me if I qualified. I got serious about golf when I blew my knee out playing Division 1 hockey. That ended my hopes of playing professionally. Hockey and golf were my second and third loves...right after pussy. They used to be one and two, but that was before I got my first piece of ass. I started playing golf when I was ten. I took lessons Eden Rock Country Club where my parents were members. I became good fast and played in amateur tournaments before I decided to concentrate on hockey. I didn't get real serious about golf until after the knee injury. That was nearly 10 years ago. Once I switched back to golf, it didn't take long to get my game in shape and my handicap down to scratch. I was in great shape from all the years playing hockey, which made a difference. I'm 6'1" and weigh about 190. In college they called me Norsk, because of my Scandinavian heritage which accounts for my blue eyes and blond hair. I became a professional a year after I graduated from college. I tried to qualify for the tour back then, but didn't make it. I decided to take a position as a teaching pro at one of the private clubs in town and pretty quickly filled my schedule with lesson appointments, many of them with the wives and daughters of the men who were members. Many of my women students, especially the hot ones, followed me when I moved from Eden Rock to Willow Creek. On one particular steamy hot July afternoon, I was standing on the porch of the clubhouse at Willow Creek watching the sky. Thunderstorms were in the forecast for late afternoon and early evening. It didn't look threatening, but July storms can move in quickly. I watched a car drive up and park in the first row by the clubhouse. There were two women in the car. I knew the driver, a stone fox by the name of Ally Wilson. Ally was tall; around 5'10", with these fantastic long legs, a great ass and a pair of 36 C (as best as I could judge) knockers; all of which were topped off with a face that reminded me of Faith Hill, including the brown eyes, a head of sun streaked blond hair and a gorgeous lips. I guessed she was in her late 30's. Just the sight of her gave me a little wood, and when she stretched those long, tanned legs out of the driver's seat in her BMW 3 series convertible, I could see she was wearing a tight little yellow skirt that came down to about mid-thigh and a cornflower blue sleeveless V-neck knit number that plunged in front enough to show some beautifully tanned cleavage. Around her next she wore a small gold chain. All I could think of was how she would look if dressed only in the chain. Ally was one of my golf students. She had taken several private lessons from me, and with each lesson we got to know one another a little better and each time the sexual tension became a little more intense. As a teaching pro it sometimes is necessary to touch a student to put their body in the correct swing position; words don't always work. Sometimes it helps to move them through the proper positions so they get the feel. I always ask permission the first time I want to touch one of my ladies so they don't think I'm being inappropriate. I'm always gentle so they get comfortable very quickly. It doesn't take long before I can feel them release any tension they were feeling and relax so I can manipulate their arms, or shoulders or hips. And some times it is very difficult to resist wrapping my arms around a female student and showing her some positions that have nothing to do with golf. I haven't gone that far...yet. However, more than one of my lady golfers has made it clear that they would like to take some very private lessons from me. During one of my lessons with Ally, I learned that she was in the process of getting a divorce. Her soon to be ex was a big corporate muck who traveled a lot. One day she told me she had found out he was boinking babes when he was away on business. She confronted him. He promised to be good, but she hired an investigator to check on Mr. Billy Goat and, sure enough, the P.I. took pictures of Mr. Goat with his dick in some strange. So, she said she told him that enough is enough; she wanted out and if she didn't get a fair settlement, she'd tee up his nuts and drive them into the next county. During another lesson she asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I told her that I was enjoying being unattached; there was no need to make any commitments at this time. I said, "Frankly, Ally, there are too many gorgeous babes out there and I'm still trying to learn what makes them happy." "Trev," she said, "when my divorce is final, it will be time for me to give you some lessons in making a woman happy." And with that my dick became like steel and my jaw dropped. "Don't look so surprised," she said, "We both know we've been like two cats waiting for the opportunity to get it on so when I'm free of the prick I'm married to I want to free the prick I can see twitching in those pants of yours." Well, that time I almost shot my wad right then and there. That's a little history with Ally. It's been a few weeks since I last saw her, and now here she was looking better than ever and, as I would learn later, ready to give lessons. I hadn't seen Ally's friend before, but when she got out of Ally's car, my johnson twitched a bit more. She wasn't as tall as Ally, maybe 5'7". She had a more athletic build; a nice ass, a magnificent pair of hogans (and I don't mean Ben), blue eyes and blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail that hung down to her shoulders. Ally was wearing a pair of lime green shorts that just barely covered her ass and hugged her so tight there wasn't even room for a dime in her back pocket. The shorts also showed off her tanned legs, and I noticed that she had a gold ankle bracelet. I don't know why, but I find those ankle numbers a great turn-on. Her top was like a tee shirt with a scoop neck. The shirt was orange and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in so that when she moved, you could get a glimpse of skin. In fact, I thought I saw a little stud, or whatever you call it, in her navel. The whole outfit wouldn't have been acceptable at a private country club, but at Willow Creek we were a lot more liberal. There was a certain confidence and earthiness and sexuality about her, like a Playboy centerfold who, if you could read her mind, was certainly thinking to herself, "Hey, you big hunk, do me with that great love hammer of yours." I was looking at these two babes and all I could think was – cheetahs on the prowl! "Hi, Trevor," called Ally when she saw me, "meet my friend, Jill. Jill, this is the golf stud I was telling you about. Hey Trev, Jill and I want to play nine holes. Do you think you could take a little time off and play around with us?" And then she confirmed what I hoped was a double entendre by giving me this wink and a big smile followed by an announcement: "Oh by the way, Trev, guess what? She paused. "I am a single woman once again and I am ready to make up for lost time." "Ally," I said, "That is an invitation I can't refuse. I can't think of a better way to spend some time than a threesome with the two of you." I wiggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then I looked from one beautiful face to the other. They were smiling at me. "In fact," I said, "let's make it a playing lesson...and I won't even charge you. I can check your grip; you know it should not be too firm or too loose. And we can work on developing the proper stroke; it should be smooth in both directions. There are also sorts or things we can do out there. " Then Jill spoke up. "Ally's told me a lot about you, Trevor. I'm looking forward to seeing your teaching technique, and maybe we can give you a lesson." The summer heat was hot enough, and now my body heat was going up, too. There was no way I was not going to join these two foxes. I didn't know what to expect; I just knew that they were ready to have some fun, and if it wasn't on the course, it would be somewhere else. But I couldn't just close up shop. I was in charge of everything that day and had to assign responsibilities to others if I was going to take a break. "Ally, Jill," I said, "Why don't you start on the back nine holes. It's been slow today because of the heat so you should have the place pretty much to yourselves. I'll come out and join you as soon as I take care of things in the clubhouse. If it starts to rain, head for the 14th green. There's a rain shelter there that has a restroom. Stay there; I don't want you out on the course in case there is lightning. I'll put a couple of six-packs and ice in a cooler on a golf cart and then you can take off. The two of you have fun. I'm looking forward to making it a threesome." "So are we, big boy, so are we," replied Ally. I couldn't believe how things were playing out with these two women. Ever since we started with the racy innuendos, I was sporting a semi that must have been obvious to Ally and Jill because Ally then said, "I remember you told me, Trev, that you play with golf clubs that all have stiff shafts. I see you're now carrying what looks like a stiff shaft in your slacks. Are you going to show us how you play with that one, too?" She then gave me this knowing look that left no doubt in my mind where things were headed. I took the girl's golf bags and put them on a cart and then went into the clubhouse to get ice and beer from the bar. I also took a bottle of tequila, a couple of limes and some plastic drink cups. I went back outside and put the booze, ice and limes in a cooler on the golf cart. "OK ladies, you're all set. I'll join you as soon as I get things organized, and then we can begin our lesson." The ladies smiled at one another, and then Jill turned to me and said, "Tevor, hustle your ass. Ally and I think a hands-on approach to learning this game is best and we want you to be the teacher." With that they got into the cart and headed for the 10th tee. As I turned and headed for the clubhouse I looked across the open fields to the west and could see dark storm clouds moving our way. I guessed that they were at least an hour away. I wanted to run, but I didn't want my staff to wonder what was so urgent. I couldn't exactly tell them that I had a rendezvous with a couple of lusty, busty hotties who seemed ready to take advantage of me. I could only hope. The Willow Creek clubhouse was the old farmhouse on the property when the course was built. It had been remodeled so that it now had a bar and grill area, a men's and a women's locker room. The upstairs was made into a small apartment. This is where I lived, and it was perfect. When the course was closed and all the golfers were gone, it was me and nature. The barn was converted to storage for the golf carts and the greens keeping equipment. I went back to the grill to check with Doris who ran the bar and food service. She said things had been very slow. I told her that if it started to rain, she should just close up the clubhouse and go home. I then went to the golf shop and talked with Matt and Jerry, my assistants. They told me there were four groups on the front nine and two on the back nine. All of them should be finishing within the hour unless it started to rain, in which case they would likely come straight back. I told Matt and Jerry that if it did start to rain, make sure everyone was off the front nine, and then put the golf carts away, close up the shop and go home until morning. I told them I was heading out on the back nine to give a playing lesson and that I would take care of everything in case of a downpour. Before heading out to join Ally and Jill, I went up to my apartment and changed into a pair of loose shorts. My dick and balls were swinging freely. It was still close to 90 degrees outside even though it was almost 6 PM. I figured no one would see me except my two ladies so there was no need to maintain a professional appearance. I then went to the men's locker room and took 3 big towels in case we needed to dry off. Then I went back to the golf shop to get my clubs before going out to the barn to get a cart. I put my bag on the cart and the towels on the seat. I was ready to take off when I saw a tarp folded up on a shelf with spare cart parts. I grabbed it and thinking it might be good to have if it really poured and threw it on top of the towels. I headed out of the barn and took a dirt service road that the greens keeping crew used to get around the course. I started at the 18th green and went backwards. By now the dark clouds were almost overhead and I could see rain coming down. It wouldn't be long before it started to pour on Willow Brook. I hoped that Ally and Jill were already high and dry at the rain shelter (I would soon find out that they were both—dry and high). It started to rain so I took some shortcuts across the course that took me to the 15th tee situated on a hill from which I could see the 14th green and the rain shelter. The 14th green was in the corner of the course with nothing but cornfields on both edges of the course. It was the farthest point from the clubhouse; and nobody else would be intruding on our little party. Ally and Jill's cart was parked outside the shelter and I could see that the cooler was no longer on the back of the cart; a good sign. The shelter had screens on three sides and I could see the two of them sitting inside each with a beer in hand; an even better sign. It started to rain harder as I got closer to the shelter. I parked my cart next to theirs, grabbed the tarp, the towels, my golf bag and ran to the shelter door. By this time Ally and Jill saw me coming and Jill held the door open for me. Just as I got into the shelter, the clouds really opened up, but even though it was raining buckets, the temperature was still hot. It was going to get hotter. "Just in the nick of time, stud duck," said Ally. "We were wondering if you were going to make it. We quit playing after the 13th hole because, as you can see, we got caught in the rain." Both of the ladies looked like they had been in a wet T- shirt competition except they were both wearing bras; low cut ones, and the wet fabric of their tops was virtually transparent so that I could see their delicious tits swelling over the tops of their bras. Ally walked over and looked at me with those big brown eyes, took my right wrist and put a beer in my hand. She didn't let go of my wrist and the fingers on my other hand wrapped around hers that were holding the beer. She moved in close enough so those beautiful breasts were touching my chest and her hips were pressed against my groin. I was hard again in an instant. She then said, "Looks like our playing lesson has moved indoors and, unless I miss my guess, you have brought that stiff shafted trouser mashie with you." Then she let go of my wrist, reached down and gently raked her fingers up the full 8" length of my throbbing cock. "Jill, I was right; Trevor has brought his special teaching tool with him." My cock and balls were screaming for relief. This was getting too good, and I didn't want to dull the edge considering that it looked like I had two sexy, horny women who deserved complete and prolonged attention. Ally then sat down in a chair next to Jill and I sat down in a chair opposite them to drink my beer and wonder where this evening was going to go. There wasn't much furniture in the shelter; two wooden benches with an all-weather cushions on them along one wall, four arm chairs with plastic webbing, a small sofa with deep cushions and a square table. The concrete slab floor was covered with that fake green grass material, and the ceiling was about 9 feet high so that air could circulate. The whole idea was to give golfers a place they could go to get out of the rain until it stopped. However, judging by the sky and the steady rain that was falling, we were going to be there for awhile. "Trevor, I think it's time to switch to that tequila you put in the cooler. Jill and I have already had a couple of beers each and we don't want to get bloated. How 'bout it, big boy? And then I want you to take a look at Jill's set-up; I think she stands too far from the ball," said Ally. "OK, ladies. Serving drinks to beautiful women is part of my private lesson package," I replied. To which Jill then said, "Excellent, I think I'm going to like your package very much." The lines kept coming, and my joint was hard enough to scratch glass. I took the bottle of tequila out of the cooler along with three cups. I put a couple of ice cubes and a good dose of tequila in each cup. I got my trusty Swiss Army knife out of my golf bag to cut the limes and squeezed a wedge into each cup. Nothing fancy, but a few jolts of tequila should put things in even higher gear. We were well into the first round of tequila when Ally said, "OK pro, I want you to help Jill with her set-up." Ally then stood up and said, "Come on, girl friend. The pro here has a very effective teaching manner." Jill didn't need any encouragement. She got up and said, "Show me what to do." I went over to my golf bag and took out a golf ball and the 8 iron. I put the ball on the carpet by Jill and handed her the 8 iron. "Take your normal set-up at that ball," I said. Jill took the club, applied her grip, flexed her knees and bent from the waist. I was standing in front of her so when she tilted forward, I got a good look again at those bountiful brown globes almost spilling out of her top. "Not bad," I commented, "your set-up, I mean; everything else is perfect." And then I thought about how I was going to get my hands on her jugs and massage her nipples before I ran my tongue over and around each of them "Here," I said, "let me make a couple of adjustments." I stepped forward so I could reach her. I took each of her arms and adjusted them slightly taking plenty of time to gently caress each arm from shoulder to wrist and back again as I changed their position I moved her hands so they were now slightly ahead of the ball. "There, how does that feel?" I asked Jill while I still held her arms in the new position. "Not bad," she replied, "what else needs adjustment?" I almost said, "My dick, because it's getting chafed in my shorts when it should be sliding between your magnificent tits." But I didn't; actions speak louder than words. Instead, I let go of her arms and started to walk around behind her. Ally was watching all of this with growing interest. Her faced was flushed, probably by the tequila and, I hoped, growing arousal. She finished off her tequila and said, "Time for a re-load. I think I could use a little adjustment, too, Trev; and Jill, honey, you could use a little more of this muscle relaxant before our boy Trev continues to work his magic on you. Back Nine Rained Out Ch. 01 Ally poured a big jolt of tequila in each of our cups followed by more lime. She handed cups to Jill and me and then said, "Here's to threesomes and a hot summer night." And then each of us took a big swallow of tequila. The rain kept coming down and I could feel the sexual tension increasing among the three of us. Jill took another drink and then turned to me. "Let's continue the lesson, huh? I'm eager to see what else you can show me." Jill picked up the 8 iron and assumed the new position I had just put her in. I came up behind her and said, "Make your stance just a little wider." I took her left ankle and moved her foot to farther away from her right foot. After I repositioned her foot, I slid both hands up her calf, to her knee, which I pushed in slightly. "You want to keep a little flex in your knees," I said. I continued up her leg to the bottom of her shorts and paused with both hands wrapped around her thigh. "On the downswing, you want to hit against a firm left side." I could feel her shiver at my touch. I then switched to her right ankle and adjusted her foot position before slowly sliding my hands up that leg. When I reached her thigh I again paused and said, "In the backswing, you want to keep the right knee flexed and the thigh firm so you don't sway." And with that, I put pressure on the inside of her upper thigh and pushed it gently to the right. "Don't let this happen," I said, "keep your weight on the inside of your right foot and brace. I then slid my hands back down to her ankle and back up over her calf, past her knee and up her thigh, this time high enough so my fingers went up under her shorts where I could feel the warmth of her pussy. I gently pressed my finger tips into the soft skin on her thigh. She let out a little gasp and dropped the 8 iron causing her to step forward for balance. She caught herself on the table, which she then leaned on. Turning her head back to me and licking her lips she asked, "What else needs adjustment?" At that point it was clear that the tequila was having its desired effect on Jill; she was ready for more hands-on instruction. As for me, the tequila and my prick had completely taken over. I moved up behind Jill so that my cock was pressed against her ass. I put my left arm around her and placed in just above the waist band of her shorts. I put my right hand on her back between her shoulder blades and said, "The correct posture is to flex your knees slightly and then bend from the waist while keeping you head, neck and back in a straight line. As you tilt forward, keep your arms relaxed and let them hang naturally." I applied a little pressure to Jill's back so she would tilt her torso forward as I had described. As she did, her arms hung down and I could feel the loose bottom edge of her shirt drop away from her stomach. Jill then reached out to the table for support and pushed her ass back into my cock. As she did so, her top rode up higher on her back revealing the string of a red thong she was wearing. That did it. Fuck the golf lesson pretext, let's get it on! My left hand now rested on Jill's bare midriff. I moved my right hand from her back up under her shirt. Now, with both hands on her stomach I moved them up until I had a melon in each, and as I did, Jill continued to grind her ass into my cock. I reached around to her back with one hand and unclasped her bra. Bingo, bare tits with hard nipples! They were big naturals and I started to massage each one, occasionally tweaking one nipple and then the other. She was really getting into it, squirming and breathing harder and harder. Just as I was planning my next move, I felt a pair or arms encircle my waist. Ally said, "I couldn't watch any longer. We were going to play as a threesome, so let's play as a threesome." Ally then pulled my shirt out of the waist of my shorts and slipped both hands down the front of my shorts. "Well, what do you know! Guess what, Jill? Our golf pro here has gone commando...no underwear; and he's hung like a horse!" As Ally made her announcement, she slowly stroked my meat from base to tip with one hand, and with the other, she started rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples. Ally was sending me into a frenzy that made me determined to sink my cock into Jill as soon as I could, and Jill didn't seem to need much more coaxing. As Ally continued to polish my rocket, I slipped my right hand down the front of Jill's shorts and slipped the front of her thong aside to discover a neatly trimmed and soaking pussy. I slipped my middle finger in while I worked feverishly with my left hand to unbutton and unzip her shorts. As I was working on Jill's shorts, I could feel Ally working to undo mine. Ally finished while I was still working on Jill's shorts. Ally pushed my shorts off my hips and down to my ankles. I stepped out of my shorts just as I got Jill's shorts open and slipped them off her hips. Before going any further with Jill, I reached over to grab a big cushion from the sofa and put it on the table so Jill had something comfortable to lean on. Now bare from her waist down, Jill pushed her squirming ass into my raging hard-on. As she did, she turned to look back at me. Her eyes were half open; she was breathing hard. My right middle finger was still up her snatch, and I began to slide it in and out, in and out. With each stroke I grazed her love bud and felt it become harder and harder. I then used my finger, now slick with Jill's cunt cream, to make gentle circles around and over her clit before sliding it back into her steaming pussy only to repeat the trip once again and then again and again. Jill was squirming in ecstasy as she pushed her plush ass back into my cock with greater urgency. She pleaded with me: "Trevor, fuck me...fuck me now and fuck me hard, pleeese hurry!" Jill squirmed and clawed at the table top while I continued to work her sopping cunt. All the while, Ally had my cock in one hand and was stroking it from tip to base; up and down while she held my balls in the other and gently massaged them. "Jill," she said, "our young hunk here has a prick you are going to love riding when I get done priming him for action. I'm almost ready to take this love stick and slide it into you, but not just yet. I don't think our pro is quite ready enough to give you the drilling you want." Then Ally changed position. She released my cock and balls momentarily while she sat down on the floor and slid between my legs to now face me. As soon as she was repositioned, she took my cock in her mouth and went to work sucking on it and getting it wet so that she could continue to jack me off. I couldn't believe it; I've got one gorgeous babe crying for me to fuck her while another gorgeous babe is giving me the best blow job I've ever had. My balls were ready to explode; it was all I could do to keep from blowing my wad, but I didn't want to unload until I had my cock buried in Jill's pussy. Just when I thought Allie's blow job was going to send me over the edge, she stopped and shifted her attention to Jill. Allie pushed my hand away from Jill's now soaked slit and started to stroke Jill's clit. Jill started a low howl that grew louder and higher. Ally responded by licking and sucking on Jill's puffy pussy lips, and I did my part by massaging Jill's tits and tweaking her stiff nipples while I sawed my rock hard cock back and forth along her ass crack. Jill's head began to shake as the intensity of pleasure grew stronger and stronger and her howl grew louder until she finally reached back, grabbed my cock and commanded "Put that prick in my now and fuck me...fuck me hard...and don't come!" I was ready. I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her love canal and grabbed her ass on both sides as I slowly pushed in. I was half way to heaven when Jill pushed back hard to bury my joint up to my balls. Then she said, "OK, cowboy, ride that ass." So I did. In and out using long, slow strokes at first and then faster and harder. Jill kept up with me meeting each thrust of my cock with those great ass cheeks sliding back to my balls and then back again to the tip of my prick while at the same time moving her hips in a little bump and grind action. Both of us pickup up the pace. Jill was bucking like a bronco, and I was holding on to those glorious tits tweaking her nipples as I continued to slam my meat into her. Jill was obviously loving it; she was tossing her head, hair flying, and squealing with lust. "Keep goin', keep goin'," she commanded me. "Don't you dare come yet!" It was all I could do to keep from blowing my load. "Oooohhh fuck! I'm almost there," she cried. "Give it to me, give it...to...me harder, faster. Yes, yes, yeeesss." I grabbed Jill's hips and pulled her ass to me with three or four more cock thrusts. Then I gave her a playful two handed slap on both ass cheeks which was met with another howl from Jill. "Again," she cried, "Slap that ass again, harder." So I did, and she let out another loud wail, "Oohhh, my god...fuck me, fuck me. Yes, yes, that's it...I'm coming, I'm coming." And she did. Her body shuddered and she dropped her head into the sofa cushion and then lifted her head again shaking it from side to side, her hair flying. At the same time I was pounding away at Jill, I could hear Ally behind me urging me on. "Give it to her, stud. Come on, come on, slam that pussy with that gorgeous prick. Don't quit now. Make her come again." All of a sudden Ally was up close behind me and grabbed my hips with both hands. I looked over my shoulder and saw the lust crazed expression on her face and, better yet, saw that she was now wearing nothing more than a black thong. Obviously she wanted in on the action. She reached around with her right hand and formed an O with her thumb and index finger around my cock. So with that I then pulled my joint out of Jill's pussy and back in first through Ally's fingers and then into Jill's creamy cunt again and again and then again. I knew I couldn't last much long so I had to get Jill off one more time before I blew my rocks. Jill was reaching a climax again. Her pussy clamped even tighter on my piston prick. She slammed her ass back into me with each stroke. "Oh my god, Trevor, oh my god! That's so good. I'm almost there...harder, harder," she cried. And at the same time Jill was snug up behind me with one hand now fondling my balls and the other wrapped around my chest tweaking my nipples. She was panting in my ear as she worked me over. "OK, big boy, I'm getting you off," she said, her voice hot and husky. Her right hand continued to gently stroke my balls as she then slid her left hand down my chest and around my dick. I pulled my cock all the way out of Jill so that the head was in the palm of Ally's hand. She gave me a few quick strokes along its full length wet with Jill's juices and then said, "Finish her off," she commanded as she guided my cock back into Jill's steamy twat, which I then began to pound again. My balls were full and ready to let loose a massive load of cum. "Yes, do me, fuck me, fuck meeee," cried Jill. Jill and I were now both sweating with heat and lust. Her bare back and ass cheeks had a glistening sheen. I could feel drops of sweat running down my face and chest. The air was thick with musk and sweat and lust. I wrapped my arms around Jill and took a tit in each hand and began again to massage and pull at her hard nipples as I drove my meat into her sopping cunt. We were both ready to explode in final ecstasy. I could tell that a few more fast deep strokes would do it for Jill and for me. As I worked toward that release, I could feel Amy running a finger, now lubed with Jill's pussy juice, along my ass crack and around my asshole. I didn't think all the sensations I was feeling could get any better, but Amy had a final surprise for me. I reached down with one had to Jill's swollen clit and gave it a few gentle swirls with a finger tip. That did it for her. She let out a howl of pleasure as a final orgasm shuddered through her. With Jill's release, Ally slipped a finger up my ass and said, "Blow it out, big boy." That was it. The top of my head almost came off. I gave Jill one more deep thrust up to my balls and unloaded a torrent of jizz into Jill's pulsing pussy. She continued to saw her hips back and forth on my prick milking it for everything I had to give her. Jill collapsed onto the cushion on the table top. I collapsed onto Jill with my cock still hard in her cunt. Ally wrapped her arms around me in a big hug with her tits pressed into my back and her pussy rubbing my ass. The whole thing was incredible. Here I was sandwiched between these two absolutely beautiful, sex hungry babes and all of us spent from the final fucking frenzy. As we half lay on the table, half stood, the rain really started to pour which made the night even hotter and stickier. Jill turned her head to look back and me and said, "Is this how all your golf lessons end?" Ally responded, "Hell no, this lesson isn't over yet. After seeing how Mr. Trevor here worked his magic on you, I need a little attention. What do you say, pro? Let's see what a stiff shaft will do for my game." And with that she unwrapped herself from Jill and me and stepped back. I did likewise, and then Jill pushed herself off the table and stood up so that we were all facing one another. Ally still had on her black thong, which she now slipped off so she was completely bare ass and shaved pussy. My Mr. Johnson took immediate note. Ally then went over to Jill and pulled her orange top and bra off so that she was also bare ass except for a thin dark landing strip covering her pussy lips. Mr. Johnson took immediate note rising almost to full attention. "Ladies, I said, "I have an apartment upstairs in the clubhouse. It has a big shower with hot water and room for three, a king size bed, a bar with tequila and fresh limes. It's the perfect place to continue our little group lesson. What do you say we retire indoors?" Ally had other ideas. She grabbed Jill's arm and said, "Come on, babe, let's get a little rainwater rinse." The two of them scampered out the shelter door and in to the pouring rain. I bolted after them, my dick now hard and slapping my thighs as I ran. I could hear them giggling in the direction of the 14th green. When I got close I could see them in the fading summer light standing together on the green, faces to the sky, as the warm rain continued to pour down. When I got close they wrapped their arms around me and started to kiss and fondle me. I dueled tongues, first with Ally and then with Jill back and forth. Then I switched to sucking nipples; first Ally's then Jill's until all nipples were popped out full and firm. The ladies loved it. The warm summer rain washing over us added to the sensual pleasure. The temperature must have still been in the high 80s so it was like being in a steam bath. I looked at each of these babes in their nakedness with hair soaking wet and hanging down, their skin smooth and slippery; they were incredible. I had gone from being totally spent after fucking Jill to two screaming orgasms to now with my dick once again a steel blue throbber so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. Ally was hungry for some action. She wrapped a hand around my jutting cock and said, "I need this in me immediately." She gently guided me down on the green and said, "Lay back." Jill was now behind me held my head in her hands as she helped me onto my back. Once I was lying completely stretched out on the green, Ally straddled my hips and guided my marble missile into her hot snatch slowly, inch by inch, until she had the full 8" positioned for action. I looked back while Ally was getting ready to ride and saw Jill on her knees rubbing her love button and watching with growing arousal as my cock slid smoothly into Ally's ready pussy. No question that she was ready for more. She bent over and took my face in her hands and applied her lips to mine in an upside down kiss. When she finally broke the kiss she put her mouth to my ear and said, "I hope you can make that tongue as hard as your dick because my clit needs a good tongue lashing." She laid my head back on the green and scooted forward on her knees and positioned her pussy on my face so she could feel her love bud right on my mouth. I confirmed this by giving that swollen nub a few long licks. Tasty, very tasty. Jill responded with a "Oooohhhhh, god that's good!!! Tongue fuck me, baby." So now I had two bare back riders who were ready to gallop. I grabbed Ally by the hips as she started humping my joint. Jill was working her nearly bald pussy all over my mouth and nose, and I was licking and sucking every bit of it. I could hear the two of them working to a fever pitch. When Jill leaned forward a bit I could see that Ally and she were rubbing each others tits and kissing one another. I responded by jack hammering Ally's pussy and grabbing Jill's ass cheeks so I could dive even deeper into her muff. The babes were going crazy and I was building fast to another cum blast. "Almost, almost, almost there, Trevor. Keep slammin' that pussy you big stud horse, cried Ally. "Yes, yes, right there, right there; suck that clit hard right there," pleaded Jill. So I sucked and licked that little cherry like a man possessed. Moments later they both let out a long wail in unison as they each cascaded over the edge. Jill rolled off my face and onto the green. I reached up and grabbed Ally around the waist and rolled her onto her back without even taking my cock out. I put a leg over each shoulder, took her by the hips and fucked her fast and hard until I cried out, "Uuuuhhhhhhh, I'm commmming." Ally said, "Let me have it." And I did and it was even better than the first one; then I collapsed on top of Ally. I reached over and pulled Jill close and wrapped an arm around her. I don't know how long we lay there. The rain was still falling gently. Finally Ally looked at me and said, "Well, pro, you are a great teacher. I never thought I'd enjoy golf this much. I want to book another lesson." "Ladies," I replied, "Until tonight I had no idea you each could swing so well. I think you're ready for something more advanced. We're going back to my place right now for a hot shower, a few more drinks and then we'll work some more on technique. What do you say?" They smiled at each other and then at me. Together they said, "Yes teacher." We got up and ran back to the rain shelter to collect our clubs, clothes and booze and then out to my golf cart where we threw everything into the the back. I got in behind the steering wheel. Jill sat down next to me. Amy then climbed into my lap facing me with her cunt rubbing against my dick. "Do you think you can drive this way," she asked as she reached down to stroke my dick. "Don't worry about it. I'll manage," I replied. And off we went to the clubhouse. To be continued.