After her climax passed, Johnny rolled onto his back with his glistening erection stabbing stiffly up and waited. Teresa knew it was waiting for her mouth. She crawled around and held the cock in her hand but Johnny grabbed her ankles and pulled a knee over his head. The juice-dripping gash hung right above his face.
She engulfed his cock completely and withdrew with a hard, pulling suck.
"You like eating my cock?" Johnny asked.
"Mmmmm hummm," she answered while going down on it once again.
"Good. Cause I'm gonna fill you up so much you won't want to eat for days," he said.
Then he pushed her thighs apart until she lowered down to his face. The wetness of her crotch smeared against his lips as he kissed all the tight, firm flesh of her vulva and thighs. Then he slid his tongue deep into the hole and twisted back and forth.
Her hips were working up and down as his tongue teased the tightness of her clitoris into a third climax. She was bouncing on his body, writhing, as he reached down to the back of her head and pressed. His cock channeled deep inside her sucking throat as his hips jutted up.
"Yes…" he hissed as the wave of fire bolted the length of his imbedded pecker.
Teresa was humping hard and in the throes of her climax as the first gush of sperm unloaded into her throat. She felt like choking but instantly relaxed and just let it come. The impulse passed and she felt the thick cream dribbling down around the hot muscle to fill her cheeks.
She lifted her head up and felt the jizm pumping into her mouth, filling her up, feeding her. She sucked and swallowed the tart treat but it still managed to leak from the rim of her lips and drip in a bubbly froth into all the black, shining hair.
She drew up hard and managed to swallow the last spurt without dripping. Then she went down fully on the detonated stick and rested her head as the thrusting cock shuddered to a stop. She kept sucking it, kissing, licking it up and down until the beautiful shaft weakened and bent. It was over, the hardness was gone.
Johnny just rested back and felt the soft caress of her mouth on his satisfied cock. She really blew him off, took all the meat in and drank from the fountain. He licked up and smeared his tongue across her cunt, then snuggled between her buns to taste her asshole. She was all right. Anytime she wanted to drink at his bar was all right with him.
Teresa let the limp pecker drop from her lips and licked at the spattered sperm in the hair. She sucked the patch of black until it was clean and once again well-groomed. Her face felt warm, she felt fine.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Teresa knew what he wanted to hear. "I think you fuck real well," she said.
Johnny grinned. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. How was I?"
"Terrific. Really terrific."
"As good as my mother?" she asked.
Johnny's body went stiff under her. He was quiet, absolutely silent. "You going to answer me?" Teresa asked.
"What kind of a question is that to ask?"
"It's an honest question. And if you like fucking me you have to promise never to fuck her again… no matter what she says or does or offers," Teresa bluntly stated.
"Hah," Johnny laughed. "That's easy enough to promise, she and I are through. She's got herself a new boyfriend to play with."
"Not for long," said Teresa.
CHAPTER FOUR
Walter Cunningham tied a neat bow on the lace of his patent-leather dress shoes and stood up to check himself in the mirror. He approved. His waving, slightly grey hair and trim moustache gave him a dashing allure in the dark suit with colorful necktie.
It was the night of the annual Terra-Mar Country Club New Membership Dance and he really didn't look forward to it. The affairs were usually a bore, dancing, drinking, socializing on the most casual of levels with neighbors he met only once a year-at the New Membership Dance. Walter avoided the club as much as possible, thought it a waste of time, but bowed to Grace when the big dance rolled around. After all, the club was her pet project, her civic interest, he should at least make a showing.
He went into the bathroom and opened the medicine chest to find his moustache scissors. With a grunt he pushed the mirrored cabinet-door shut and went back to the bedroom. Grace was standing at her dressing table applying powder to her fleshy breasts.
"Grace, have you seen my moustache scissors?"
She looked up and shook her head. "No, what would I want with your scissors?"
"Damned if I know… All I know is that every time they're missing I find them in the possession of a female, neither of whom has a moustache."
Grace smirked and ran the powder puff down the flat of her belly to dust her crotch. "Well, I'm not the only female living in this house," she answered.
Walter walked down the long, carpeted hallway to Teresa's bedroom door. He struck his fist on the door to knock but it swung open. Teresa was standing on the other side of her bed just as naked as her mother. But instead of dusting her luscious form with powder she was rubbing lotion briskly into the flesh. Her skin glowed.
Mr. Cunningham paused and took full enjoyment of Teresa's young, firm lines and haughty backside. He felt his juices stir as memories of Grace when they were first married flooded into his mind. She couldn't have been aware of his presence as she bent deep down to rub her ankles and the pink lips of her pulpy twat squished back to smile at Dad.
He smiled to himself and took a last loving look before quietly backing away along the hall. He waited a moment then called out like he was approaching, "Teresa?"
"Yes, Dad?" he heard instantly.
Walter stepped into her open doorway in time to see her hustling the two hobbling masses of delicious breasts into a housecoat. She noticed he was watching but didn't blush, didn't react except to look at him and grin.
"Have you seen my moustache scissors, young lady?" he asked with an accusing tone.
Now she blushed. "Oh? Oh… " She sheepishly smiled and nodded.
As she crossed to her dresser and picked them up Mr. Cunningham frowned and asked, "Now what were you doing with them? I'm the only person around here with a moustache that I know of. Have you got a guy living under your bed or something like that?"
"No, Dad… I was using them to snip some threads from my new dress," Teresa answered. "I'm sorry, I forgot to return them."
He took the scissors from her hand and said, "The only reason my scissors are always disappearing is because I always put them away where they belong and because I always go out and retrieve them when they've been swiped. But I bet if I hide them you and your mother will be forced to find your own scissors or suffer with dangling threads."
He winked and the lecture was over. Teresa watched her handsome father leave the room before the giggle escaped her lips. She only wished she could have told him what she really used the scissors for. Not to cut dangling threads but to clip the few dangling hairs from around the opening of her twat.
Mr. Cunningham stood before his mirror and raised the blunt-nosed scissors up to the bothersome hair that was destroying the perfect grooming of his moustache. He sniffed. Lowered the scissors and looked at them. A curly black hair was lodged in the junction. He sniffed again. Then again. His face screwed up with curiosity then went blank. Finally, Walter slid the blade of the scissors across his tongue and tasted. A happy grin of discovery formed on his lips.
"I'll be waiting downstairs for you ladies whenever you believe you've achieved all the beauty you can from your lotions, tricks and creams," he announced.
Half an hour later Grace Cunningham looked into Teresa's bedroom and said, "Ready to go?"