Rand McTiernan - Cozy Country Club

She kissed a winding trail down the body until her lips met the wisps of red pubic hair. Grace could smell the husky odor of recent sex coming from the waiting crotch, she could almost taste the remains of her husband on the flesh of this youthful form.

She touched the red lips of Eileen's wet slit with her fingers and followed them around the complete hole. Eileen's hips were swaying slowly with happiness as Grace inserted her finger inside the twat to feel the heat, the slickness, the abundant juices of the eager, boiling hole.

Grace ran her ringer deep inside Eileen and swirled it from wall to wall until the hips were jerking with frantic passion below her. Then she withdrew the cream-soaked finger and lifted it to her lips. The tastes of male and female melted onto her tongue as she sucked the wetness into her mouth and down her throat.

Grace pulled away from the groaning form with a sudden jerk. She stood next to the bed on unsteady legs and gazed down at the vulnerable child spread across the mattress. The taste of sperm filled her mouth, Walter's sperm, bitter sperm. With a silent curse she started undressing.

Once she was as nude as the girl on the bed, Grace lay down so that her head rested between the spread legs. The ripe smell of the small cunt filled her nostrils as she drew her mouth close and kissed the moist lips, licked the dribbling liquids and stabbed her tongue deep inside.

The heated hug of the cunt around her tongue made Grace's senses reel with vibrant feeling. She stabbed deep, twisted and rolled her tongue like a frantic snake until the pussy was crying excited juices down to her sucking lips. Eileen's body was throbbing with energy, lifting and shoving the mouthed twat eagerly up to her buried head.

When Eileen's eyes opened and she felt the surges of warmth throughout her insides she thought Mr. Cunningham had returned. She lowered her hands down to wrap around the head between her legs, the head that was giving her such wonderful pleasure. Then she felt the hair, long, much too long to be that of Walter, thicker, not his.

She raised up as best she could and looked down. The realization that the body between her legs was a woman's stunned Eileen. She fell back and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Then she lifted again and stared. It took only seconds for her to recognize the deep tan and full, curving body of Grace Cunningham. With a fearful whimper she fell back onto the mattress and wondered what to do.

But the tongue felt too good. It was scrubbing her cunt with rapid strokes which hit in exactly the right places. Her clitoris was swollen and about to explode, the walls of her steaming box were quivering with excitement, the pliable caress of the digging tongue sent her into a wild orgasm.

She grabbed at the hair and pulled to force the face even deeper into her crotch. Her hips rose up and swayed with complete release against the sucking, gnawing mouth as her guts exploded and streams of cooking fluids flowed like hot butter into the scooping lips.

Grace felt the body responding to her mouth and reached under the straining cheeks of Eileen's ass to hold her writhing hips like a chalice while she drank the wine of her body. She ran her tongue in wide sweeps across the inner thighs and down to the crevice of the rump. Eileen's breath was a howl of wind, her rib cage heaved and she trembled from head to toe as the final burst of joy ran from her.

Grace began kissing the limp body once the orgasm passed. She lovingly kissed the hips, the belly and went back to the adolescent breasts. Quivers of excitement traveled under her mouth from all the flesh she touched with her searching, nipping lips and tongue.

As Grace brought her starving mouth down on the fresh lips of Eileen she saw the girl was awake, wide-eyed with wonder, flushed with pleasure. She stabbed her tongue far into the gaping mouth and felt the small wet tongue lift up in happy response to writhe against her own.

"Hello, Mrs. Cunningham," wheezed Eileen as the older lady drew her mouth away.

"Hello, Eileen," said Grace with a husky, dry tone of anxious desire.

Grace didn't give Eileen any more time to talk. She grabbed her hand and firmly pressed it into the running fire of her own screaming cunt. The fingers started to instantly explore the fullness and heat of her lips and vulva. Then Grace sighed with relief as she felt the fingers dip and wiggle inside the fluid-dripping foreskins of her twat.

"Yes, my dear… Yes, that's it," she whispered into Eileen's ear.

Eileen shoved her two fingers far inside the squeezing gash to taunt the sensitive tissues into more and more release of running wetness. She twisted them from side to side until Grace lurched away with a groan and grabbed her by the shoulders. She pulled the young girl down and over her thighs until the red head rested between her open, screaming thighs.

"Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she cried with agony. "Please me as much as you did him!"

Eileen's face was tightly crammed into the matted, soaked crotch. She could feel the slippery lips grinding against her mouth with more and more pressure. She was shocked, surprised, she had never done anything like this before but knew she had very little choice.

She opened her mouth and felt the burning flesh slip inside her lips. The taste of ripe juices flooded her mouth, filled her nostrils, made her senses reel with renewed excitement. She pushed her tongue at the cunt and felt it open with ease to allow her full, unhampered entry.

Grace kept her hands on the back of the young girl's head and ground her twat up into the curious face. She felt the tongue tentatively touching inside her twat, exploring, tasting. Then the mouth sucked softly, drew her pussy lips inside and gave them a firm squeeze. Eileen's lips and tongue were increasing their movement, stabbing, lapping, sucking the screaming heat from Grace's outraged hole.

Grace rolled to her back alongside the lithe form. While Eileen kept sucking at her cunt she pulled the slim legs up to her shoulders and burrowed into the furry patch of matted red hair between. She pushed the thighs wide apart to open the young cunt to her full mouth. Then she filled it with the swirling wash of her tongue.

As Eileen licked deeper and deeper into the heaving cunt at her face she felt a finger making small circles around the rim of her anus. The pressure of the fingertip grew stronger each second until her anus expanded open to allow it inside. The filling feeling made Eileen dive hard into the deliciousness of the draining gash.

Grace inserted her tongue to full depth then pressed her finger inside the tight little asshole until it was completely buried. Then she bent it, twisted it, made the limber torso squirm with painful pleasure as she reamed her cunt and probed her asshole.

Eileen's body started to buck violently and tremble as another climax cascaded through her. Grace pumped her finger rapidly in and out of the asshole as perspiration coated Eileen's thrashing, humping body.

Eileen frantically tried to keep her breath, tried to maintain some kind of control, but she couldn't. Her senses were much too excited to respond to her will as the tongue and finger drove her to greater and greater excitement. She reached around Grace's full, curving thigh and grabbed at the cheeks of her round, mature backside.

She probed her finger into the crack, finding the asshole and shoved. Grace eased her thighs open more and the tiny finger slid quickly inside the grabbing anus. Now they were evenly matched, sucking and probing, digging and licking.

With their bodies intertwined Grace used her tongue to feel the firm pulpiness surrounding Eileen's fresh pussy. She brushed through the sparse hair, pushed the lips back and forth, rammed solidly into the hard, extremely sensitive clitoris and felt the young girl instantly twist with great throbs of rolling pleasure.