Rand McTiernan - Cozy Country Club

Then he pushed her away and tugged at her legs. She knew that he wanted to eat her, wanted to taste the syrup of her cunt, wanted to drink her juice. She swiveled around and spread her legs while pushing her crotch toward the beautifully kissing mouth.

She couldn't wait. The tongue had felt so powerful in her mouth she knew it would send her cunt into orbit. When the tip of his tongue touched against the heated wet of her gash she gasped for air. It pushed the lips to each side gingerly and slipped softly between. It wasn't a thrusting rush of sloppy tongue, no it was a controlled, well-aimed spear going right for her clitoris.

Walter eased his tongue into her, took his time and tasted the freshness of her young cunt. Then he drove his tongue into the lump of her clitoris and felt her hips instantly jerk with wild abandon. She was her mother's daughter all right, one touch on the clitoris and instant orgasm.

Teresa's flailing buttocks and cunt heaved against the jabbing tongue until her body exploded like dynamite. The clitoris ignited fires inside the walls of her cunt and spasms made her hole shudder violently around his tongue. A thick wave of fresh cunt-juice flowed into her father's mouth.

He sucked it all up and swallowed. Then he attacked the hot box like it was a fresh peach just off the tree. He felt the scrubbing action of her pubic hair against his nose and he engulfed the crying hole with his mouth to lick it into a state of rest.

Grace felt the stabbing cock in her asshole lose the rapid-fire tempo and prayed. She was hoping he had tired out and could go no more. But it only slowed down to an occasional thrust in a slow withdrawal. She gently eased her hips up to reduce the depth of his cock and he didn't seem to mind. Next she went a little higher, still he didn't react.

With a cautious movement of her painful body she disengaged her stretched asshole from the probing spike and eased away from Walter's body. She gave Alan's fine cock an extra strong suck with her lips as celebration of the end of the battering peckers.

Her mouth felt good, so did Alan's warm meat. She didn't mind sucking his cock as long as it was all she had to do. With a loving plunge she took it into her throat and hummed on it. She knew she might as well enjoy it while she could. After tonight there would be no more extramarital affairs for her. In fact, she thought, there won't be much fucking for me for quite a long while.

As Grace slowly brought her thighs together to let her widened holes relax, Walter felt Teresa's searching hand. He felt it touching his recently vacated cock, wrapping around it, exploring the length and stiffness, finally pinching into the pulpiness of the head.

Then Teresa moved. She kept her cunt close to his eating mouth while crawling down to meet the big dick with her puckered lips. She kissed like it was a small child, then opened her mouth wide and came down on the red muscle like she was a force-fed baby bird.

In one lunge she took it all inside. It plowed deep, past her tongue, around the slight bend of her throat, all the way in until her nose touched his curly pubic hair. Walter's nose was also in her pubic hair but with an adjusting twist both heads revolved inside the opened legs and chins touched into the hair while noses caressed the cheeks of asses.

She was astride him and pounding her head frantically down to show her father how much she loved the feel of his wonderful cock. He was shoving his tongue as deep as it would reach and flicking the tip furiously to show her how much he enjoyed the tasty squeeze of her vagina.

Teresa climaxed again. Her hips banged down with abandoned heaves on his face as his tongue drove her guts into knots of pure excitement. She couldn't breathe, it felt so great. And she had always known it would, as deep in her mind she had always thought about what it would feel like to fuck her father.

But she had never thought it possible. Not him. He was a strong, dignified man who'd never consider such indiscreet behavior. But after she set him up with Eileen and he went for it, after the candid talk they had on the dance floor, she knew she could, knew she had to, knew she couldn't live a day longer without feeling his manly cock in her begging cunt.

The vibrations of her warm thighs against the side of his head and the thrusting clip of her drooling pussy made Walter realize he was finally having sex with someone he had desired for a long time. He was fucking his wife as she was when they first married, he was reliving the glorious past due to the eagerness of his daughter. He was feeling her pure orgasms rocking against his tongue and knew that it was the finest sensation he could ever dream of.

When her cunt stopped trembling he grabbed his daughter by the hips and lifted her splendid crotch away from his juice-smeared face. There was one more thing he wanted to do with her before the evening ended. He rolled away from her and felt the unwilling release of her sucking lips.

But Teresa knew what was about to occur as he managed to push her to her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and brought his flared shaft up to the dripping lips of her waiting box. With a steady, even drive he entered inside the vibrant hug of her twat and felt her settle back onto the full probe of his tool.

He cupped her swaying tits in his hands and worked his spike at a steady rhythm while she clipped eagerly back at each thrust. Walter's rump heaved forward as he felt the onrush of heated fluids. Teresa banged back and hugged his big stick with her pussy.

The thought of her father creaming inside her sent Teresa into another orgasm just as he erupted. His cock spewed the dense paste of his cock inside the shuddering clap of her cunt as their two bodies writhed together in total release.

"Ohhhh… " sighed Teresa. Walter kept silent.

Eileen thought her cunt was going to split into halves as Johnny Carvel threw all his weight behind each jamming thrust of his hot pecker. He was trying to determine her age, trying to figure out if this little adolescent was even at the age of reason. Her miniature tits and slim hips had him thinking thoughts of cradle robbing, thoughts so evil and wrong that his usual ability to fuck without stop was gone. But it didn't matter, he told himself, she's already climaxed two times and now it's my turn.

"Oh! God! Yes! Uhhhh!" Eileen screeched as the vomiting cock blasted into her like a nuclear missile. She thought the cock was going to break through her cunt and rip into the tangled guts of her stomach. But her own climax saved her from the pain and fear to wash her away with Johnny on a river of jerking, pumping, heaving, crying.

Walter Cunningham leaned down next to Teresa's ear and whispered, "You should be gone very soon. That screeching will arouse Grace's curiosity. She'll want to know who the other female is."

"Yes, Father," Teresa softly said.

Walter smiled. Of course she knew it was he just as much as he knew it was she. To think otherwise would be foolish. He kissed his daughter softly on the cheeks, gave her backside a loving squeeze and said, "Grab Eileen and her clothes and get out of here right away."

Teresa dragged the shaking, wheezing Eileen from the room just in time. As she closed the door she could hear her mother asking, "Who's making all the noise? Didn't I hear a girl crying?"

Teresa and Eileen quickly dressed and went down the stairs. As they stepped outside into the cool air Eileen managed to catch her breath. "God, that Johnny's a real animal when he gets going! I thought I was going to break apart!"

"That's because you really turn him on," said Teresa with a giggle.

"What about you? Did you get together with Alan again? Are you two happy with each other?" asked Eileen.

"In a way."

Eileen's flushed face was beaming with happiness. "It all worked out for the best, didn't it? I mean that you and Alan are lovers again and your mom and dad are back together. I think that's wonderful."