Rand McTiernan: Cozy Country Club

Her finger slowly eased from the depths of his anus and Alan whispered, "Wow… "

She grinned. The spot of sperm on her cheek destroyed anything that was left of the overbearing boss-lady image. She was greedily waiting for more of the steel-hard pecker. Grace slowly rose, brushing her tits against his cock, his stomach, his chest on her way up. Finally she wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust the flat of her stomach against his. Alan could feel the soft fur of her cunt tantalizing his cock.

It was still up. Erect, stiff, ready. She wrapped a hand around the massive base and slowly urged him to the sofa.

"I want to feel this beautiful cock inside me," she said with a deep-throated voice.

She sat with her legs far apart, the gleaming red lips of her heated, wet pussy stretched up and out to give Alan a good look. It was the full-fledged cunt of a woman; strong, muscular tissue heaped alongside the folds of redness let him know she could work her cunt any way she pleased.

"I want to feel the inside of your pussy," he said.

Her legs parted even wider as he reached down and put a finger into her juicy heat. The soaked lips slid easily apart to expose the boiling pinkness of her inner tissue. Alan slipped a finger deep into the hole and touched the super-soft lining of her smoothness.

"Yes," she sighed. "Oh yes… "

He came back out and worked up to the lumped knob of her clitoris. As he pressed hard against it she shivered, the nipples of her breasts immediately started to draw up to puckered cones. He worked the clitoris back and forth as his mouth came down to suck at each taut nipple, to draw it in deep and bounce it between his teeth.

Grace's hand was pumping with terrific speed along his cock but Alan knew he had nothing to worry about now. He had climaxed once, it would be quite a while before he did it again. And this experienced woman had somehow managed to keep his tool stiff, keep it up there where it belonged.

"Eat me," she was hissing in his ear. "Eat my cunt, please. Eat me…" she begged.

Alan moved his face down to her thighs and felt the cooking heat of her crotch. The odor of ripeness filled his nostrils as his tongue came out to touch the pussy lips.

"Umm… " she groaned, Grace loved nothing more than to have her box sucked. It was the one thing she went berserk over and the one thing she couldn't get enough of. Even the times her husband did it, or one of the select gentlemen she met with, never seemed to really satisfy her. But this youth, this child was making her cunt cry tears of anticipation even before his tongue was inside.

Alan brought his flat tongue upward in a wide sweep across the drooling gash and felt her hips rise and push to him. The hair was tickling his nose, her thighs were brushing against his shoulders as she gave him wide berth. He stabbed in far enough to find the clitoris and rolled it from side to side with increasing speed.

The faster he went the more animated she became. Her ass was lifting off the sofa and her thighs were clamping closed around his head then whipping wide back as his tongue vibrated the core of her cunt for endless minutes. Then Alan made the deep digging probe inside her flowing hole to feel the gushing softness.

He came out and went back to her clitoris and again she reacted with total abandon. He knew he had the key to her happiness in his mouth, the most sensitive spot. Alan worked diligently on the crystallized pecker of her cunt until her thighs crashed in on him to muffle her screams of delight.

"Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhh!"

Her soft ass was rubbing up hard against his chin, her hips were smashing hungrily at his sucking face as a passionate climax enveloped her. His whole head was buried between her humping legs as the payoff of sweet wetness gushed happily from her clamping cunt.

Finally everything was still and Grace dropped back on the sofa with flushed cheeks and heaving chest. The white areas of her body now beamed with hot pinkness, a smile Alan never saw before came across her face.

"Oh, I underestimated you, my fine friend," she whispered. "But you've shown me a whole new perspective."

He didn't know what she meant and didn't feel like asking. Alan was eager to sink his cock into the oiled cunt, to send it deep and take his time working up to an explosion. He lay upon her body, their feet on the floor and squirmed the head of his cock in tight against the welcoming yawn of her sighing box.

"Wait," she whispered. Then she rolled over until she was on her back.

Alan crawled into position between her legs and saw she was smiling that smile again. "It's your show, Alan. I'm bushed," she said.

He eased his cock into the firm grip of her cunt. It felt as tight, as small as Teresa's, only much softer. When she raised herself up to take more cock, the movement was smooth, exact, precisely what he wanted to feel. The head of his pecker slid all the way in and she grimaced with pleasure as it touched deep.

"Oh… that's good, that's the way it should be," she sighed.

Alan started slow, very slow. He wanted to feel the tender kiss of her vagina all along his rod. She was motionless for several minutes before making her first move. That was a high lift and sideways jerk. Alan's cock sank deep and rammed hard into one wall. She groaned.

He kept directing his plunges into the one wall and felt it grow amazingly hot, felt the friction increase as he smeared away the lubricating fluids. Now she was clipping at him from the side to help. Each stab hit right on target, right into a soft patch of tissue that was growing hotter and more sensitive each time.

Alan imagined a blister forming on the spot, wondered if it was a favorite spot of hers or if she just picked one at random to batter silly. But it was a gas carrying on the precision movements, he loved it. So did Grace. Her guts erupted with another orgasm to send the whole length of her twat into clapping spasms along his spike.

It was like a thousand tiny hands jacking him off, digging into the rim of the glans, punching, kicking, hugging his cock like a welcome hero.

"God! I can't believe it!" she screamed out loud.

Alan's ass was moving fast now, sending his pole deep and fast as the infection of her climax spread to him. He was proud as hell to have such a dignified lady going crackers under him, proud as punch. And punch he did. His fat-headed cock was jamming into her like the fist of a heavyweight prizefighter to ring the final bell.

Alan's back was aching from strain when he finally felt his second climax coming. It started off as a thought in the back of his mind and just grew. His head was reeling, sweat dripped from his temples, each breath was a lurching gasp as the thought became a true physical feeling somewhere down by his knees.

It spread upward to numb his thighs and make his nuts feel ten times their normal size. That's when he realized the ringer was in his ass again. He couldn't remember her sticking it in there, it was just there, twisting, rolling, stabbing down to inflame his guts.

He frothed over with one constant pumping action that didn't end until he was empty. Alan remembered the wonderful cushion of her breasts as he collapsed onto them, the comfortable hug of her happy arms around his shoulders. The cream seeped from his pecker to glue them together.

He could hardly hear her speaking. "You were wonderful, Alan, just wonderful… I'm so glad I stopped you before you got to Teresa… She'd never let you go if she felt as good as I feel now… "

Alan shook his head and tried to swallow the dryness in his throat. "Huh?"

"Oh, nothing, just relax, my dear, just relax."

"What did you say about Teresa? About getting to her?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, Alan. Forget about her. Now you're mine," she whispered.