"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 out-thrusting 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 cut-offs. 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 piss-hole 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 cut-offs.
"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!"
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 ass-cheeks as his tongue darted in and out of her cunt, fucking her rapidly, then slowly Bill pulled her forward, cupping her tight ass-cheeks 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 out-thrust 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 cut-offs, throbbing with hardness, beads of clear juice clinging to his piss-hole. 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 cut-offs, 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.