Rand McTiernan: Cozy Country Club

Teresa inhaled a deep breath until her bare breasts lifted up high and out. Her round, pink nipples stared at Johnny like two amazed eyes. The soft flesh of her breasts thrust at him like solid, pointed melons. He realized his cock was jamming forcefully upward in his pants.

She held out the glass, the liquid was gone, all that remained were two ice cubes and the red maraschino cherry. "Delicious," she said.

His eyes took in the furry mound above the red lips of her tight-looking pussy and flawless thighs. "I'll say," he remarked.

Teresa sat down on one of the liquor cases and spread her legs wide apart. The gleaming tissues of her cunt opened up to invite Johnny home. He quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She watched closely as he dropped the pants to his knees, kept an eye on the sizable bulge straining in his white jockey shorts.

Teresa gulped with anticipation as he lowered the shorts and let his long, red stick slide out. It was a beautiful cock with a wide, flared glans and thick, powerful shaft. Johnny's jet-black hair was piled around the base and ran like a dark shadow up under his shirt. His balls hung low and were also covered with the abundant hair.

As Johnny moved closer Teresa reached into the glass and withdrew the cherry. She held it between her thumb and index finger while lowering it down to her crotch. Johnny stopped moving and stared as she slipped the little fruit between the lips of her cunt and shoved it deep inside with one finger.

"Now you can say you got my cherry," she remarked.

Johnny loved it. Her crudeness, her lack of childish play and foolishness was making his cock pound. He dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warm, soft, hugging comfort of her thighs. Teresa lay back and felt his tongue reach up into her hole for the cherry.

She smiled. He was going to be great. His tongue was really doing a dance inside her. She could feel him lapping the moisture from each wall, sucking at her juicy lips, digging against her clitoris, driving the heat in her guts to a steaming pitch.

Johnny had never tasted a sweeter, fresher cunt in all his life. The muscular box was shivering around his tongue, going crazy as soon as he got it in there. She was an easy, quick turn-on and he liked that. He hated to have to kill himself getting a woman worked up and panting before he could slam his cock to her; he liked the instant type, the ones who creamed up just at the sight of his tool.

The cherry rolled down to his lips and he sucked it inside his mouth. Then he pulled away from the shaking cunt and kissed his way up Teresa's flat belly to the mountains of tit. They met his face to envelop it in softness. He kissed each nipple and gave it a wet suck until they stood up hard like two petrified rosebuds.

His mouth left the breasts and moved to hers. Teresa met his lips and dashed her tongue hungrily against his. He was a man, a real man, mature, worldly, passionate. Her heart was throbbing rapidly as she felt his tongue unroll and press the cherry into her mouth.

"Eat your own cherry," he whispered.

Teresa shuddered as he took her hand and placed it on the hot head of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff muscle and stroked down to the fuzzy hair and back up to the flared glans. It was long, hard and burning in her hand like a smoldering log.

He stood up and the stiff cock was before her face. "Suck it," he said.

Teresa puckered her lips and pushed the cherry out until it was perched up front as she moved toward the sleek shaft. The cherry rested against the tiny hole on the tip of his cock as she plunged. She engulfed the long spike and felt it shove the cherry deep back into her throat where it disappeared like food being fed to a baby bird.

She held her lips tightly around the meaty shaft so she could feel the veins, skins and tendons moving into her mouth. She didn't stop going down on the cock until her nose touched the hair and her throat screamed with stretching. As she backed away her tongue washed around his glans to scrub it into even more heat.

Teresa kissed the tip of his cock and looked up. Johnny gazed into her eyes with complete approval. "You may be young," he said, "but you sure as hell know your stuff."

"Put it in me," she said.

Johnny didn't move. "Put what in what?" he asked. "I want to hear you say it."

"Put your beautiful cock in my cunt," she said. The thrill of her language was obvious to Teresa as Johnny's eyes lit up happily.

"And when my cock is inside your pussy what do you want me to do with it?" he asked.

She giggled. "Fuck me."

"Fuck you how?"

"Fuck me hard."

"What else?"

"Just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Ram it up inside me deeply and make me come all over you," she said.

Johnny's breath was rapid. The girl liked his game, his cock was throbbing fiercely. "And what about me?"

Teresa laughed, she was really turning him on. "I want you to make me come then put it back in my mouth until you cream down my throat."

"Get on your hands and knees," Johnny quickly said.

Teresa didn't hesitate to drop to the floor and turn her round, soft ass back at him. Johnny dropped to his knees behind her and slid a hand deep into the moisture of her crotch. The slick cunt lips met his fingers and coated them with juice as he stabbed deep inside. Then he brought the dripping fingers out and smeared his cock-head with the lubrication.

He nudged up close to her ass and felt his cock head touch the greased softness of her gash. Then he leaned forward until the lips yawned open around his blunt tip and squeezed a hugging ring around it. She was tight but slick. Johnny's cock moved inside the burning clasp of her pussy with a steady, stretching movement.

"Umm," Teresa moaned as she felt the wonderful shaft filling her cunt up, stretching it, making it quake with happiness.

Johnny moved all the way inside until his hips touched the jutting meat of her ass. He was deep and she was groaning with pure pleasure.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes, oh… yes," she moaned back. The walls of her cunt were shaking around his spike.

"What do you like about it?"

"The size. Your cock is big and it makes my pussy feel so small," she answered.

Johnny gritted his teeth, her words pleased him so much. He pulled the pecker way back and plunged it deep once again. Her ass jutted back to receive the deep thrust and slap against his hips. Teresa grunted and felt the stretching pain leave her cunt to travel up her spine, to make her nipples tingle, to make her whole cunt feel like crying.

"I'm gonna ram my cock up your cunt until you beg me to stop," he stammered.

"Yes! Fuck me until I cry!"

His hands grabbed her around the waist and suddenly Johnny's ass was blurring with speed as he humped his cock with fast, long strokes in and out of her drooling box. Teresa's breasts were flopping back and forth as she met each plunging jab with a backward push and twist.

The hard cock was making her feel good, real good. The trembling inside her cunt turned to a torrent of contractions as the pecker drove her into a climax. She closed her eyes and felt the ripples of heat burn throughout her body, felt her hole spasmodically shudder and gush juice all over the non-stop rod.

"Oh God! Yes! Mmmm," she moaned.

Johnny moved his hands down to cup the swaying tits and squeezed hard. She was easy to climax and really a wild animal. Her perfect body was jamming at him for cock, twisting, reeling under him. He remembered back to when he was a kid in school and the girls he screwed would go crazy, lose all control and just go berserk. It was just like that, just like he was a kid again.

Except for one thing. He knew his stuff now. His cock was stiff as a pipe and already she had climaxed once. He didn't pause, instead he quickened his pace into the clamping cunt and felt it instantly respond. He didn't give it a chance to recover or rest. Johnny wanted to have her go wild under him again.