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.
'Walter!' she screamed. 'What are you doing?'
'Taking my turn,' he simply stated.
'Stop! You're hurting me!' She bucked her hips to drive him away but only felt more of the tearing cock rip into her delicate cunt.
Walter jammed his cock brutally into the clinging friction of her cunt and felt himself edge further inside. She now noticed her arms and legs were pinned. Then she bent her head back and saw the grinning face of Johnny Carvel.
'Who? What? What are you doing here?' she screeched.
'Waiting my turn,' he said.
She looked down at her feet and saw the face of Alan peeking over the mattress. 'And you?'
'Me too,' Alan said.
'No! No! You can't be doing this!' she howled. Then her attention went to Walter as he crammed the full length of his long cock inside her. 'Why?'
'Because you've been using your cunt to ruin other people's lives and we want to remind you that it's not for that. It's for something else… pleasing cocks!' snapped Walter.
'Please-stop. It hurts! Go easy! Please!' she begged.
But Walter didn't ease up. Instead he withdrew his spike and ramrodded it back in with terrific force. Alan watched from his observation point. He could see her cunt clearly and the cock as it crashed inside. The dry lips of her pussy caught around the slamming shaft and were drawn well inside the hole along with the thrusting muscle.
The cheeks of her ass were straining with fight and she tried to kick her ankles from his hands. But Alan held tight and watched as the log-like cock withdrew and pulled the red lips back into view. Then it instantly bashed back inside to pull the lips along.
The hairy balls and ass of Mr. Cunningham amazed Alan by pumping with rapid stamina in and out of the hole until the first traces of wetness started to show. Then her lips held their own outside her cunt as the thick-based shaft kept plunging without stop into the crevice.
Suddenly Grace's struggles were writhes of hot passion as the cock worked her cunt up to a juice-spilling explosion of contracting muscles. Her ass strained up in the air to lift her cunt toward the driving cock as Walter plastered himself deep inside her.
'Oh! Oh! Please!' she cried as the non-stop pecker sent waves of pleasure throughout her.
'You can let her go,' instructed Mr. Cunningham as his wife's struggles became obvious grasps for more and more of the deep-fucking cock.
Alan and Johnny released her and Walter reached down to hoist her legs high in the air, open wide and back. Her crotch was peeled open and rose up to his probing stick to take all the meat possible. She was shaking with orgasm but Walter kept pumping his cock at that rapid, steady pace. The gushing slosh of her liquids being churned
