“It looks like I ate a cunt, Tony.”
“Just like my daddy,” Nancy giggled.
Janice and Tony did not see Nancy for a few days, and Janice was getting worried. She was afraid that Nancy had told her father, and he had refused to let her visit them anymore. Tony didn’t seem to mind, because he was fucking his mother constantly. It was Janice who was concerned. She began to watch for the man, noticing that he was spending more time at home now that his wife was gone.
Maybe that was why Nancy didn’t come over her father was eating her little cunt more often since his wife was gone. Maybe he had changed his mind about his daughter fucking. After all, Nancy did say her father didn’t want to become involved with others.
But the memory of that soft, steamy cunt in her face stayed with her. She wanted to suck and lick the girl again and again. She wanted to kiss and lick on the sweet cheeks of her small ass, taste her crinkling pink assholc. Not that her desire for her son was waning, that was as strong as ever. But Nancy.
Janice didn’t think she would enjoy kissing a woman’s cunt, with all that hair. She was a cock lover, a hard cock lover, and she enjoyed the hot spurt of come into her mouth more than pussy juice. But it was delightful to feel the hot softness of Nancy’s pussy on her face.
A few days later, she noticed that the man was at home. Tony and Nancy were in school. Janice wandered into the back yard, and heard the lawn mower next door. She went to the fence and looked over it. The man was mowing his lawn, wearing cut-off jeans. He was about her age, good looking enough to appeal to her. She watched his strong legs as he pushed the power mower, his chest bare, glistening with sweat. It was no surprise to her that her cunt bubbled wetly inside her panties as she watched him.
The man looked up and saw her. He grinned, giving her a wave. Turning off the machine, he came toward the fence. Janice felt herself shivering as she watched him, a yearning between her legs.
“Hi,” he said, reaching across the fence to shake her hand. “I’m Bill, Nancy’s father.”
“I know,” Janice said, feeling his strong but gentle grip. “Nancy has told us… me, about you. You have a lovely daughter.”
Bill’s eyes moved over her tits, and Janice had an urge to lift her shoulders and push her tits out for his pleasure, but she ignored it. She didn’t know if this man were aware of what she and Tony had done with his daughter yet, and she wanted to move slowly.
“Nancy is beautiful,” he agreed, lifting his eyes from her tits to her face. “And so are you, Janice.”
“You know my name?”
“Of course. Nancy has been talking about nothing for the past few days except you and your son, Tony.”
Janice couldn’t stop the quick flush on her cheeks.
The man laughed easily, without derision. “I think she’s taken with you and Tony. I’d say you’ll have an extra mouth to feed soon.”
“Oh?”
“Nancy wants to stay over there all the time, and would, if I didn’t keep a tight leash on her.”
“We don’t mind her being over here,” Janice said.
“I’m sure you don’t, but she can be a pest sometimes.”
Janice found herself gazing at his small nipples. A drop of sweat clung to one. Her pussy burned and throbbed, the tip of her clit pressing at her panties under her short skirt. She ran her tongue over her lips and said, “Would you like a glass of iced tea, or lemonade, or [missing text]?”
“I’d love it,” Bill said, and vaulted the fence easily. He looked at her back yard. “Your lawn needs mowing, too. I could come over and do yours when I finish mine.”
“I’ll put Tony on it when he gets home from school,” she said, but was pleased that he offered. “Why don’t you sit on the patio while I get you something cold to drink?”
Entering the house, she turned to look at him as he sprawled in comfort on one of the patio chairs. Her eyes took in his crotch, and her cunt started a wet tingling. Licking her lips, she prepared a tall glass of instant tea for him, filling it with ice cubes. Carrying it out the door, she saw that Bill had spread out his legs. She could we the tip of his cock and part of one ball. Her breath caught, and her hand trembled as she handed him the glass. Sitting on another patio chair across from him, she crossed her exquisite legs, swinging one foot.
Janice watched his eyes take her in, first her lovely face, then her outthrusting tits, and finally her legs. He liked what he saw, she could tell. As she swung her foot, her skirt inched higher, and the rhythmic flexing of her thigh against her cunt was tormenting.
They sat in silence as he sipped his tea. Then, as if by some unspoken signal, they began to look at each other’s body once more. Janice gazed boldly at his crotch, watching the very tip of his cock and the one ball. He was quite hairy, and that pleased her. On his part, Bill could also see along her long thigh almost to her hip, and saber skirt was slowly moved up by the motion of her foot, he saw her panties.
His cock stirred, and Janice kept her gaze on it.
“You’re not at all shy, are you?” Janice murmured in a low, throaty voice.
“You don’t seem to be, either,” he replied. “I am, though,” she answered. “But right now… somehow I don’t feel shy in the least.”
Bill’s hand dropped to his thigh, moving upward. Bill slowly and very deliberately lifted the fringed leg of his cutoffs. Half of his cock was showing, and Janice ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes fiery as she stared unblinkingly. When he moved his hand, the head of his cock remained out, his pisshole wet and slippery looking. Janice knew, without his saying anything, that it was her turn, her move.
Her fingers played with the hem of her skirt, sliding under it. She still had her legs crossed, still swung her foot. She inched her skirt up, and watched his eyes turn hot. When she had her skirt at her crotch, she uncrossed her legs, spreading them apart. The crotch of her panties drew his eyes, and a soft moan came from Janice as she saw him run his tongue over his lips. His cock jerked, hardened and pushed farther from his cutoffs.
“I’m glad you’re not feeling shy,” Bill said, gazing at her lacy panties.
Janice didn’t reply. She kept watching his cock swell. Sliding a finger into her panties, she rubbed slowly along the slit of her cunt, touching the tip of her inflamed clit. Her other hand moved beneath her blouse, pushing it up.
She exposed one of her tits, and began to fondle it as he watched, his cock now protruding with a beautiful hardness, the head very swollen. When he stood, Janice leaned back, opening her legs wide, now watching his face. Bill stepped toward her, watching her panties move as she nabbed her cunt inside them. When he was close, he dropped to his knees, his hands moving up her satiny thighs. Janice whimpered with pleasure as he pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. She moved her finger, and opened her legs wider.
Bill still said nothing as he gazed into her crotch, seeing the tip of her fiery clit, the glistening slit of her cunt, the thick, soft curls. His fingers touched the lips of her cunt, spreading them apart, opening her pussy. Her blouse was open now, both tits showing, nipples very stiff. Cupping her them, Janice gazed down.
Bill kissed the inside of her thigh with a feathery lightness.
“Oooh,” Janice whimpered softly.
Bill’s tongue flicked her clit and Janice’s hips jerked as she gasped in pleasure.
Bill slipped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her cunt upward, pressing his mouth against it.
“Ohhh, yes!” Janice cried softly.
Bill’s tongue moved up and down the juicy slit of her cunt, licking every inch. He sucked at her clit, his tongue flicking the sensitive tip Janice squirmed in the chair, flinging her legs wide apart, then closing them around his face. His stubble of beard excited her, scratching at the velvety surfaces of her inner thighs.
Bill’s tongue darted, plunging deeply into her. “Oh, my God!” Janice gasped, her hands leaving her tits and clutching at his head. “Oh, yes, Bill! God, yes!”
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nbsp; She lifted her long legs, draping them over his sweaty shoulders, squeezing his head between them, pushing her wet cunt tightly against his mouth. She felt his hands on her pantied ass, squeezing the asscheeks as his tongue darted in and out of her cunt, fucking her rapidly, then slowly Bill pulled her forward, cupping her tight asscheeks as he made wet sounds against her cunt with his tongue.
“Bill! Ohhh, Bill!” she cried, humping her ass up nod down, grinding her cunt at his face. “Ohhh, my God, eat me! Eat me!”
His tongue and lips sent wild, uncontrollable spasms through her body, making her gasp and cry and twist. She was piling on his hair, grinding wantonly into his face. His tongue seemed to penetrate her cunt was deep as a hard cock, fucking rapidly, the friction overwhelming, teasing and delighting her.
Her cunt was even juicier now than before, and Bill sucked up her pussy juices. Her eyes, slitted and hot, watched his face. All she could see were his eyes, his nose was buried in the soft hair of her pussy. She used his shoulders as a brace, and whipped her ass up and down, fucking at his face, riding her cunt on his outthrust tongue, her clit straining with beautiful hardness.
“I think I’m… I’m… oh, Bill!” she squealed. “You’re about to make me come!”
Bill rammed his tongue as far as he could up her juicy cunt, his lip smashing her clit. He dug his fingers into her firm ass, a finger pushing her panties against her crinkling asshole.
“Ohhh… ahhh!” Janice sobbed, her hips churning. “I’m going to come! Ohhh, my God… I’m going to come!”
With an upward jerk of her hips, her cunt convulsed into a fiery orgasm. She rammed her cunt hard against his face, sobbing out her ecstasy. She came and came, the spasms sweetly painful. Slowly, she began to calm down, and her ass slumped, still held by his big hands. As she sucked in air, Bill ran his tongue over the soft hairs of her cunt, touching the tip very lightly to her sensitive clit, tasting the puffy lips tenderly. He kept caressing her pussy with his lips and tongue until her trembling stopped. He sat back on his heels, his hands holding her hips. His lower face was smeared with her pussy juices. Janice looked at him, her eyes still fiery. “And you haven’t even kissed me, either.”
“I’d say I did,” he grinned.
“I mean…” She leaned forward, lips pursed.
He lifted his face, and Janice kissed, his swollen lips hard, tasting her cunt on them. She ran her tongue over his lips, his chin, his cheeks, licking up her pussy juices.
When she pulled back, her eyes lowered. His cock stood straight up from one leg of his cutoffs, throbbing with hardness, beads of clear juice clinging to his pisshole. She grasped it tightly.
“Stand up,” she mewled.
He stood, and Janice, her legs apart, leaned forward. She kissed the head of his cock, then licked along the shaft to the base, and up to the head again. Her fingers pushed aside his cutoffs, and she lapped at his big, low-hanging, hairy balls. Sliding her hands under his shorts in back, holding his ass, she pushed her face against his balls. She kissed his balls again, and then began to lick feverishly along the shaft of his cock, making soft mewling sounds.
Bill stood looking down at her, his hands caressing her soft hair, watching her tongue, her lips.
Janice pulled back an inch or so, gazing at his thick cock.
“So big, so beautiful,” she whispered, then closed her lips around it.
Bill’s cock filled her mouth, stretched her lips wide. She sucked back and forth strongly, moaning in pleasure. She clung to his ass inside his cutoffs, and began to suck his cock with feverish hunger, lips hot and wet and tight, her tongue twisting. The taste of his sweaty cock sent heat to her cunt again. She lifted her eyes to his, his cock halfway down her throat. She saw the rapture on his face, and with a soft moan began to suck his cock swiftly, gliding her mouth up and down, back and forth. The hardness, the hotness, the sweaty taste and odor thrilled her very much.
“Bill, fuck me!”
He lifted her to her feet, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body, his mouth crushing hers. Janice felt his cock slip between her thighs and rub along her cunt. Standing on one foot, she lifted the other leg and wrapped it around him, trying to fit his cock into her pussy.
They almost fell.
Bill moved her body, and as her ass touched the patio table, he gently pushed her onto her back. Janice quickly yanked her short skirt to her narrow waist, tearing at her panties.
“Help me!” she pleaded. “Take my panties off! Tear my panties off! Fuck me! Fuck me now, please!”
Bill pulled at her skimpy panties, and Janice lifted her legs wantonly so that he could remove them, then she opened her legs wide for him, Bill grabbed her legs, pulling them up, his cock pushing forward. Feverishly, crying out with intense hunger, Janice pushed at his cock until she felt the head against the slit of her boiling pussy. With a single lurch of her ass, his cock was pulled into her pussy.
“Ohhh, God, that’s good!” she moaned.
Bill, holding her hips, began to ram into her pussy. Janice gasped as his thick cock filled her, stretched her cunt wide. She wrapped her long legs around his pumping ass, and her hands clawed at her naked tits as she churned her ass, meeting his stabbing cock with her pussy. Each thrust of his prick rocked her overheated body, made her gasp. His balls swung back and forth, bouncing off her grinding ass.
“Oooh, Bill, Bill!” she wailed. “Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast and… oh, what a cock!”
Each lunge of his cock sent ripples across her flat stomach, her tits jiggling under her hands. He felt her pussy grabbing at his cock as he pulled outward, but expanding as he pushed inward. He could see the pink slit of her cunt spread about his cock, watch her clit scrape and rub along the shaft.
“Janice, you’re so fucking tight!”
“Fuck me!” she gasped.
“So wet and tight!”
“Fuck me!”
“Beautiful!” he panted. “So beautiful, with a tight cunt, too.”
“Fuck me, fuck me!”
“Beautiful cunt!”
“Fuck my beautiful cunt!”
Bill speeded up, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy rapidly, smashing the puffy lips, his balls banging at her grinding, naked ass. Janice cried out, the friction along the walls of her satiny pussy driving her wild. She clung to his hips with her legs, squirming and meeting his lunges with her own.
Janice began shrieking loudly, her head twisting from side to side as she lay over the patio table, arching her cunt hotly onto his ramming prick.
Bill was pounding into her now, his balls beating hotly at her ass. Janice could feel his cock all the way into her stomach, and her clit was starting to tingle.
“Oh, yes! I’m about to come again!” she moaned.
“You want me to come, Janice?” he grunted, ramming hard and fast, his cock jerking in the confines of her steamy cunt.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Fill me up… squirt it to my cunt, my hot, tight, beautiful cunt!”
With a strong lunge, Bill drove his cock as deep as he could.
Janice screamed.
Bill groaned.
They strained together, coming hard.
Janice’s cunt chewed, and, sucked at his squirting prick, drawing the hot juices out of his writhing balls. Her pussy contracted and convulsed with tight waves of wet ecstasy.
“Mom, I’m home!”
Bill yanked his cock out of her cunt, stuffing it into his cutoffs just as Tony came onto the patio.
He stopped and stared at them. His mother was still sprawled across the patio table, skirt around her waist, tits and cunt displayed wetly and lewdly. Bill sat down in a chair, looking at Tony warily, then at Janice, who had not moved.
As Tony sat down, Bill said, “So she was right.”
“Who was right?” Janice asked, still breathing hard, spread out so wantonly before him and her son.
“My daughter, Nancy,” Bill said. “Right about what?” Ja
nice asked, not moving except to turn her head to look at Bill.
“You and Tony,” he said. “You’re fucking each other.”
Janice smiled, sliding a hand between her thighs to feel the come juice seeping out of her cunt.
When she said nothing, Bill said, “I’ve seen your pictures, Janice.”
“I don’t mind,” she replied, slowly rubbing the side of her clit. “Besides, I’ve seen yours, too.”
“Now I believe Nancy,” he said, looking at Tony, who was gazing up his mother’s legs to her cunt, watching her fondle herself.
“You’re not going to start throwing shit at us, are you?” Janice said. “You don’t have that right, you know. You’re fucking Nancy, too.”
“No, not fucking her?” Bill said. “Just eating her cunt, and she jacks me off and sometimes sucks me off. She’s too little for me to fuck her now.”
“Want to bet on that?” Janice grinned wickedly at him. “Her little cunt will stretch like mine. You don’t know what you’re missing, Bill, not getting some of her hot little ass.”
Tony listened, still looking at his mother’s cunt. His cock was growing hard, bulging in his pants. “Are you gonna be fucking my mom all the time now?”
Bill glanced at Janice.
“Well…”
“Tony, I’ve just met him,” Janice said, sitting up on the table, but with her legs still wide and her cunt exposed.
“Nice way to meet man, Mom,” he said, then grinned. “I don’t care if you fuck him all the time. As long as I still get some, too.”
Janice ran her hand through her son’s hair. “You can have some right now, if you don’t mind Bill watching.”
Tony looked at Bill. “I fucked Nancy.”
“I know you fucked her. She told me.”
“You wanna watch me fuck my mom?”
“I sure would, Tony,” Bill said.
“Okay,” Tony replied, getting to his feet, dropping his pants, his cock pushing out.
“Wait,” Janice said in a hot voice. “Why don’t you both fuck me?”
Tony gave Bill a shy grin. “You wanna fuck her with me?”
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