Train Rides and Golf Clubs (part 3)

Here's the next part of my Train Rides and Golf Clubs story

I was a mess.  Pine needles and cum in my hair, pine needles stuck to my bum.  Well, pine needles everywhere--and cum pretty much everywhere too.  Dripping down my legs, dripping over my face.  But Steve didn't seem to mind.  I slipped my bra back on, pulled down my jumper; pulled my slacks back on (didn't bother with the thong) and slipped my golf shoes on to my feet.  From a distance, I looked dressed--maybe even respectable. But up close, I was still a mess.  Steve was in better shape.  He just seemed able to brush himself off and he looked like he had just left the club house.

As I was trying to brush pine needles from my slacks I said, "So, Steve.  You had no intention of teaching me about golf, did you?  It was just a ruse, wasn't it?"

"Ah.  I can see there are no flies on you, Nicki." He replied.

"No, just flippin' pine needles."

He chuckled and tried to help me wipe the pine needles off.  He gave me a hankie and helped me with the cum in my hair too--well, it was his fault.

We picked up our clubs and the ball, and headed back out onto the fairway.  We got in the cart and Steve headed up the fairway to collect his ball, then we headed back to the clubhouse.  On the way, he was hailed by a group of four blokes at the fourth hole. 'Oh crap, I have to stop.  Sorry Nicki.  One of these boys is the chairman's son--can't ignore him."

All I could do was shrug.  I really did look a mess, but we couldn't just drive past.  He pulled up to these guys--they actually looked like sixth formers--eighteen or nineteen.  "Hello Mr Webster," said the lad who had hailed us.

"Hello Simon," he replied, "How can I help."

"Just wanted to check we're still on for tomorrow's lesson?"

"Yes, no problem, Simon.  See you at three."

All four of the lads were checking me out.  They could tell I was looking pretty disheveled.   One whispered to Simon and he clocked that there was something in my hair.  Steve had started to pull away, when Simon called out, "Excuse me Miss."

Steve stopped, damn him.

"Yes?"  I said.

"Are you all right?"

"I am fine thank you."

He smiled, "Do you work for the club, for my dad?"

I smiled, "Yes, I do."

"Then what are you doing out here?"

"Ah.  Mr. Webster here was showing me the fundamentals."

"I bet he was."

"Of golf."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"Come on Simon, I really need to get Nicki back to the clubhouse."  Said Steve, sounding desperate.

"No," he replied, "Wait a minute."  Simon turned back to me, "If he was teaching you golf fundamentals, why have you got spunk in your hair?"

How could I deny it?  Everyone could see it; dabbing at it with Steve's hankie had just smeared it around really, not much more.

"If you're giving it out," Simon continued, "Then we get some."

"Now come on Simon..." Started Steve.

"Shut up!  You've had yours, now we want ours.  This little slut of yours can satisfy us, or I'll be going to my dad to tell him what he's paying you for."

Simon beckoned me out of the golf cart and he lead me to another clump of trees.  His mates followed as did Steve.  As we got under cover beneath the trees (and more bloody pine needles) Simon said, "On your knees, bitch."

I was exhausted and in a bit of a daze.  It had already been a hell of a day, what with the colonel and the chairman and then the marathon session with Steve. 

There was not much fight in me, so I got down on my knees.  Simon unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down his thighs, then thrust his cock at me and said, "Go on, slut--suck on that."  It was a nice looking young cock--smooth and slender.  I took his balls in my hand and opened my mouth.  God, he was eager--thrusting away like a porn star, with my head held in his hands.  Meanwhile, his three mates were getting their own cocks out.  One was playing with my tits, another trying to lift my jumper the third guiding my hand towards his semi-hard prick.  It wasn't long before I felt the cold air on my breasts and a pair of hands groping at them. More hands pulling at my slacks to undo them.  Jesus this lot were enthusiastic. 

Then my slacks were at my knees and I felt a cock sliding down my arse crack, trying to find a way in.  Soon I had one in my mouth another up my cunt and one in each hand too. Steve appeared really nervous and standing back--he couldn't keep from watching, but wanted to keep a lookout too. 

Simon was fucking my mouth with a will, and one of the other lads was deep in my dripping wet cunt (talk about sloppy seconds)  the other two getting the hand jobs seemed to be just waiting their turns.  I don't think Simon was very experienced with anything but his own right hand, for all his bravado, as he came quite quickly and gave me a big mouthful of cum.  A little leaked onto my lips but I managed to swallow most of it.  "Yes, bitch." He whispered as I licked my lips. 

Then one of the other two (a much thicker, but shorter cock) took Simon's place and started fucking my mouth.  I raked my teeth along his shaft and pressed my tongue against the underside of his member; now that I had a hand free, I played with his balls too.  Meanwhile, the lad fucking me from behind had pulled out and spunked all over my arse.

When the last of them took up position behind me, I had both hands free.  I teased stubby's balls with one hand and reached between his legs with the other, a fingertip looking to find his (almost certainly virgin) arsehole.  When my fingernail grazed his anus he jerked like he had had an electric shock, and his cock came out of my mouth.  I licked along its length for a moment before it was my turn to be shocked--the boy behind me was trying to fuck my arse!  O well... in for a penny, in for a pound. 

I slipped my fingers into my pussy and then used the wetness to lubricate my arsehole, then tried to relax as best I could while I teased stubby's cock.  When my finger next found his bum hole, I was wanking his cock furiously with just the head in my mouth and he exploded in me like he had never cum before.  Gallons and gallons of the stuff in my mouth and dribbling over my chin while number four got into his stride fucking my arse. He leaned forward and grabbed my now tender tits.  And for a teenager he had tremendous staying power.  Everyone else was watching while he fucked me for the next ten minutes, finally thrusting balls deep in my arse and depositing a huge teenage load.

I fell forward onto the ground, half dressed and worse than disheveled now, I was exhausted.  Utterly fucking knackered.  I think I could hardly have moved another foot.

The lads went off to finish their game of golf, "Bye bye slut." Called Simon. 

"See you soon."

Steve knelt down next to me, "Are you OK?"

"Half way between dead and fucking amazing." I said.  "Take me home."

And he did.  That day I didn't use the return half of my train ticket. Steve helped me back to the golf cart and then straight into his BMW.  I dozed on the way back to Brighton, I was so tired.  Steve helped me up to my flat.  He made us both a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Steve."

"For what?"

"Getting me home."

"Oh.  You're welcome.  It's the least I could do."

"You mean it's the least you could do after letting me get gang-banged by four lecherous eighteen year olds."

"Uh.  Yea, that too."

"I could thank you for other stuff too."

"For what," asked Steve.

"Introducing me to the chairman's son.  Teaching me the fundamentals." I smiled weakly.

"Well thank you Nicki.  For everything.  I could have lost my job if things had gone differently with Simon."

"Not really."

"What do you mean?  The chairman would have sacked me if he'd known I was fucking you on the job."

"Well, that would have been pretty hypocritical."

"What?  How do you mean?"  Steve was confused.

"Remember when you put your head around the door to speak to the chairman about Mrs Fletcher this morning?"

"Yes..."

"Well, I was under the desk blowing him while you talked."