Rand McTiernan: Cozy Country Club

He pressed in. Teresa groaned. He eased back, paused, pressed in again. She grimaced and smiled. He stopped.

Her eyes opened. "Don't stop, Alan. I know it will hurt but I have to do it sometime."

What a girl, he thought. What a brave girl. He pushed the thickness of his pillar deeper and felt the tight collapse of her lips around his glans. So far so good. Alan slowly worked his cock further into the incredibly tight hug of her slick, gushing walls.

Teresa held herself in tight flex while making sure the rest of her body didn't display any tension. It wasn't tough to do, just squeeze down, on the fantastically wonderful hardness of his cock. It felt good, she was pleased with the size, the way it slipped in and peeled her hungry cunt open with the spade-shaped glans.

Alan was less than half-way in when she grimaced, gasped and went real tense. The hymen. She gazed up at him; dots of perspiration were on her lips but her face glowed.

"Wait just a moment," she begged.

Alan did. Teresa inhaled, exhaled, relaxed and nodded to him with self-assured readiness. He pushed in and felt the taut resistance of her cunt walls. But Teresa did a brave thing, she humped her hips up at him and busted the hymen away with one swift motion.

"Oh! Oh…!" She smiled. Pride. Happiness. "That didn't hurt at all… Oh, Alan you're so good."

She broke down easily but Alan expected it. After all, she played tennis, had years of ballet as a child, was an athletic girl, all these physical activities in time served to shred and destroy the virgin head.

Teresa was now lifting up to meet his short, gentlemanly thrusts. She was taking him in completely and sighing with each deeper insert.

"Oh, Alan, it feels so great! I love the way it feels when you do that!" Alan was proud. He had steered her into a painless, joyous first time with no difficulty at all. He believed all men owed it to the rare virgins they found to treat them right, guide them well and teach them all the greatness of the pleasure they were embarking upon.

Now his pecker was making full-depth plunges into her and she was taking it with eager pleasure. Her body was pounding up to his, shifting left and right, swinging under him on the pendulum of his stiff meat. Suddenly her body shook with the spasms of another orgasm.

Perhaps the greatest thing about being the first cock into a cunt is that the tight hole just cries and explodes with appreciation around the pumping meat. Virgins climax easily if you go at it properly. They make up for a lack of coordination and practice with youthful eagerness. But Teresa was coordinated, she knew how to handle her body-another aspect of athletic upbringing.

Alan's rod was pounding with explosive force. The head burned like liquid wax as it dug in and out of the clamping, shuddering tunnel of climaxing muscles. The tension in his loins turned to a flow of tingling heat, his testicles rumbled with release and he felt the delivery of his thick, hot cream coming.

She was bucking up fiercely on his cock as he plastered it straight in, down and deep. She grunted and grabbed at his neck. Then the flood of his jizm sprayed into the newness of her glorying twat.

"Ohhh," she sighed as she felt gobs of paste gushing inside her cooking hole. Geletinous streams of his sperm pumped with gush after gush to coat, paint and billow into the deepest channels and froth back up into the cock-filled tunnel of seething flesh.

Alan eased up on his thrusts after climaxing. He knew she couldn't take a lot of cock on her first trip, better to go easy, give the sweet pussy a chance to toughen and become accustomed to the stretching and grating. He slid his long cock free of her hole and a sticky stream of goo dripped off after following the tip of his cock a good three inches away. It splattered down across the flawless white skin of her supporting ass.

Teresa smiled. She dug his cock. Inside she felt great even though it didn't last long. So what? There'd be more times, she was sure of that. If one thing guaranteed true devotion and dedicated honor it was the virgin routine. And he'd never brag about the conquest to any guys, he was too smart to do that. Alan would know such talk only brings out competition. "Oh? She fucks now? Great, I'll ask her out and get the fucking she wouldn't give me before!"

Alan rolled onto his back and cradled her head in his arm. It worked! The humbler-than-thou routine paid off with a great jackpot. What a girl! He was right all along, treat a princess like a queen and they'll do anything to destroy the image. Make a virgin feel like a virgin and she'll want to fuck like an overpaid whore.

Yes, he'd be silent and cool, she decided. And she could play the social difference right back to him when she wanted to go out with one of the other guys. Tell him her mother set it up. Slowly put things on the basis of a secret romance like she had going with Larry. That'd be perfect.

She'll be fucking like a wild bronco next time, Alan figured. She showed all the potential tonight, real skill. I bet she goes for some cock-sucking and cunt-eating too. And then we'll get to the asshole…

Beautiful cock, such a beautiful cock, she mused. Then she sat up and said, "Alan, you won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

He smiled. "No, no, never."

"Good. I really loved it," she continued. "Can we come here again real soon? I'd like to get here early and do it a lot so I can learn. You'll teach me, won't you?"

He was beaming. "Of course."

"Everything? Everything you know that's fun?"

"Sure."

After one month and four more visits to the hotel with Teresa, Alan figured it out. Five visits at $22.50 each came to a grand total of $112.50. The two times they had dinner before retiring to their room cost him $48.00. That brought everything up to a grander total of $160.50. The depressing truth was, Alan figured, that he was well on the way to happy, well-screwed poverty.

He needed the money for his next semester at college. But he also needed sex. Alan sat in his lifeguard tower and stared down at the reflections of sunlight dancing off the pool water. She was something else. After the first time she quickly responded to vigorous, athletic sexual sessions. Her enthusiasm and desire to learn led them right through the beginning areas of sex play to recreations which made Alan's head spin.

That's what really bugged Alan. It was last night when the suspicions he'd been doing his best to ignore crystallized into undeniable evidence. For a virgin Teresa learned fast, very fast… too fast. Faster than the teacher and that was a no-no.

He closed his eyes and recalled the incident in detail to see just where it was, what it was that convinced him Teresa was faking, pretending to be a virgin, a beginner…

They'd had dinner in a restaurant she chose. Alan hadn't planned on it, but she asked if he was interested in her only for one thing and he had to prove otherwise, even though he wasn't. And the hotel, hell, that was an expense he accepted the first time because she was supposed to be a virgin and the second time because he wanted to treat her right. But after those preliminary visits he hoped they could express their mutual affection in the car, at the beach, in places where the toll didn't take the edge off the pleasure.

But no. She was against the tackiness of backseat sex and feared being seen in the more casual love spots. Alan understood that if he wanted to screw Teresa it would be in a fancy hotel or not at all.

They jumped into bed and fucked themselves to a quick climax as soon as they arrived. Then she turned on the television to watch a program while they rested. That was all right with Alan, he watched too and fondled her beautiful breasts at the same time. Then she caught him off-guard.