Rand McTiernan - Cozy Country Club

"What's wrong with bartenders?" asked Johnny.

"You'll have to ask Grace that one. She must think something is or she wouldn't have moved so fast to stop it. She chose the lesser of two evils."

"I guess so," admitted Johnny.

"When the most evil thing was her own behavior."

"Right again." Johnny was feeling nervous. Mr. Cunningham's calculating discussion of his wife's actions was confusing him. Why bother to even talk about it? It was over. Everything was back the way it was.

"She needs a lesson," said Walter. "A lesson to teach her to stay out of other people's private affairs… even her own daughter's."

"Do you think so?" asked Johnny.

"What if she doesn't approve of Teresa's next boyfriend?"

"I see what you mean."

"Do you know where she is?"

"Uhhh…" stammered Johnny.

"Where is she?" demanded Walter.

"She was looking for you. And I mentioned the old cottage out on the golf course."

"Oh, shit!" said Walter loudly. "Did she go out there looking for me?"

"I guess so. She disappeared right after I mentioned the place."

"Come on," said Walter. "We have to move fast!"

"Where are we going?"

"Out to the cottage! We've got to teach her a lesson right now!"

"But… But…" stammered Johnny as Walter dragged him into the bar and to the dance hall. "What kind of lesson?"

Walter spun around and faced Johnny. "That woman loves cock more than anything else in the world. Tonight she's been fucking around like a slut right under my nose. That means she wants a lot of cock tonight and that's what we're going to give her!"

"Us?"

"That's right!" firmly stated Walter. "So much cock she won't want to see one for months!"

"You mean like a gang-bang?" asked Johnny incredulously.

Walter waved to Teresa and. Alan to signal them over. "And here comes the rest of the gang," he hissed.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," slurred Johnny. "This is ridiculous."

"It might be," said Walter. "But it'll work. I know my wife."

When Teresa and Alan arrived, Walter reached out and grabbed Alan by the arm. "Come on, Alan, you're coming with Johnny and me. We have a little problem to take care of."

"Me?" asked Alan.

"Why?" asked Teresa.

"You wait here, Teresa," said her father with a smile. "We'll be back pretty soon."

As her father ushered Johnny and Alan out of the building Teresa stood alone and stamped her foot. She had no idea what her father was up to. She knew only one thing. They were gone. Everyone was gone. Her mother, her boyfriend, her girlfriend, her mother's boyfriend and most of all, her father.

Mr. Cunningham told Johnny and Alan to get into the golf cart and they started off across the green. Johnny looked over at Alan. Alan's face was puzzled.

"We're going to have a gang-bang," said Johnny,

"Huh?" asked Alan.

"We're going to show my wife that the only person she's fooling is herself!" shot back Mr. Cunningham.

Teresa stood outside the club house and watched the cart whine across the golf course. She frowned and went directly to another cart. Within moments she was following behind at a discreet distance.

Walter Cunningham led Alan and Johnny into the ground keeper's cottage and flicked on the downstairs light. He knew Grace was upstairs because of the cart parked outside. Turning to the waiting men he said, "I'll call you in a minute."

They watched as he climbed the stairs and disappeared down the hall. "This is crazy," said Alan.

Johnny Carvel faced him and smiled. "It sure is. But so is she and who are we to question what a man thinks necessary to keep his wife in line?"

"Yeah," answered Alan.

"And when we're through with her she'll know she's not kidding anybody, especially her husband."

"She's not going to like it."

"The hell she isn't. She'll love it. Like he says, the one thing that woman loves more than anything else in this world is cock. Cock and lots of it."

Alan shrugged and kept silent.

Walter eased open the bedroom door and peeked in. There was no movement, only the soft wheeze of sleep. He tiptoed into the room and stood for a moment to take in the intertwined bodies on the bed. A flush of anger reddened his face. Grace wasn't content only to destroy and interfere with her daughter's relationships… she also had to meddle in his. And she didn't draw any lines when it came to stealing someone's lover. Man or woman, it didn't matter.

He moved to the edge of the bed and gently shook Eileen's shoulder until she lifted her head from between Grace's outstretched legs. Eileen blinked and looked around until her eyes met his. With a gasp of surprise she rolled away from Grace.

"Shhhh," whispered Walter with a finger at his lips. "Don't wake her up."

"I'm sorry," she quietly whined. "I didn't… "

Walter silenced her with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't matter." he whispered. "Just get up without waking her."

Eileen eased off the bed and stood next to Walter. She was totally nude and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. He smiled and pulled a blanket from the bed for her to cover herself.

Once she was bundled in the blanket Walter led Eileen into the hallway and said, "Go downstairs and tell Alan and Johnny to come up."

"Alan and Johnny?" she asked with surprise.

"Yes. And you stay down there."

With a look of confusion on her face Eileen slowly went down the stairs until she met Johnny and Alan at the bottom. Alan was surprised to see her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"And where are you going?" asked Johnny with a definite interest in her limber body under the blanket.

"I'll tell you later," she said to Alan. Then turning to Johnny she added, "I'm going to get as far away from you as possible."

Johnny laughed and lifted the edge of the blanket to view her legs. With a haughty twist she stepped away and said, "Mr. Cunningham said for you two to go upstairs!"

Johnny turned his grinning face to Alan and said, "Well, let's go, boy. It's time to give the big bitch the big treatment."

They went up the stairs and met Walter in the hall. He was like a counterspy giving instructions. "She's asleep, on the bed. When we go in I want you, Johnny, to grab her wrists and you, Alan, to grab her ankles. I'll take the honor of first to go."

"Whatever you say," said Johnny.

"Okay," said Alan.

Walter led the way into the room. The two men saw Grace spread out on the bed. She was on her back with both legs stretched far apart, the black-haired pile of her crotch sitting high over the crimson slit of her cunt lips. Her gigantic breasts were like two resting mountains of flawless, creamy flesh with relaxed nipples.

Johnny kept his eyes glued to her beautiful form as he moved to the head of the bed and gently reached down to take her wrists in his hands. As he pulled her arms up over her head the breasts shifted their meaty mass and wobbled invitingly from side to side over her rib cage.

Alan's eyes were watching the red gash as he took each ankle in his hands and kneeled down at the bottom end of the bed. He held her legs wide apart with his strong arms and kept his face at mattress level to keep from interfering with Walter's movements.

Walter stripped naked and climbed onto the mattress. He was positioned between her legs on his knees. She still hadn't lifted from her sleep. His cock was hard and stiff with a head as red as his rage as he leaned forward and aimed the thick prick into her sleeping cunt.

With a sudden, violent jab he drove his long spike straight into the unlubricated hole.

"Ugh!" Grace groaned as her head shot up from her sleep and she tried to reach down.

But her arms wouldn't move. Neither would her legs. And a painful shaft was ripping cruelly into the tenderness of her unprepared twat. She whipped her head from side to side to clear the daze from her mind. Then she looked into the smiling face of her husband.