David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

But Debby had to wait her turn.

Rebecca was every bit as ravenous.

She gently pushed Debby down on the couch. Debby's legs spread and she smiled in expectation. Her tongue glided across her lips as she thought about where that tongue would soon be, but first she was going to get sucked off for the first time in her life, a pleasure she had longed for for ages.

Rebecca lowered her face to Debby's crotch. Debby gazed down, wanting to see the woman's face as it buried itself between her slim thighs and Rebecca looked up at her, her expression taut with desire. Lust, carried along the path of their vision, flashed between them, mutually acknowledged. Rebecca didn't go down on her right away. She fingered Debby's clit and labia for a moment, looking directly up the girl's creamy gash, anticipating the feast. Her tongue pushed out. Debby felt a tremor, her whole body shook. Then, using only her tongue, at first, Rebecca began working on her pussy.

It was even better than Debby had hoped. Rebecca was an artist. She used her tongue like the paint brush of a master on the oily canvas of Debby's crotch. She tongued gently, tracing the wide-spread lips, then flutter licked her clit. She spread Debby's pussy open with her fingertips and pushed her tongue right up the girl's smoldering hole, tongue-fucking with relish.

"Ooooh," Debby moaned.

"Ummm," sighed Rebecca, as the girl's delicious cunt juice flowed over her tastebuds.

Rebecca began using her whole mouth then. Fitting her lips to Debby's slot, she sucked.

She took the girl's turbulent clit in her lips and pulled lovingly, adoringly on it, sending electric spasms darting through Debby's loins. Her tongue slurped up the slot, her whole face ground around in that sodden glen. Rebecca's face was coated with cunt juice from chin to forehead. Debby closed her thighs around the redhead's face, then opened them wide. She arched her back, then bowed it. She couldn't tell which position felt best. Deep within her loins, a fiery glow began.

"Cream for me, baby," Rebecca panted, speaking the words right up the echo chamber of Debby's cunt.

"Yes – milk me!" Debby wailed.

Rebecca's tongue flashed and flared. Her lips pulled and dragged. Cunt juice poured over her tongue and into her mouth. She gulped it down greedily and sucked for more, wild with hunger, ravenous and voracious and relentless.

Debby cried out in ecstasy.

Her cunt melted in Rebecca's mouth.

Rebecca kept sucking, draining every drop of lust and working off every last spasm of the girl's joy. When, at last, Debby stopped thrashing, Rebecca raised her face, smiling with creamy lips.

"Nice?" she asked.

"It was lovely," Debby purred.

"It was delicious," said the redhead.

"I'm hungry, too," Debby said, and her tongue slid across her lips in anticipation.

Feed me, Rebecca. Rebecca fed her.

Rebecca moved up and straddled Debby's upturned face. Her dripping cunt was poised a few inches above Debby's mouth and Debby was lapping at the air even before they made contact. Rebecca slowly lowered her crotch onto Debby's face and Debby began lapping and sucking for all she was worth. She had never done this before, of course, but that was no problem. The instant she felt Rebecca's twat against her lips, she realized that cunt sucking did not have to be learned, that it required no experience or practice but was a thing that a girl knew instinctively how to do. She slurped and sucked with gusto. Thick juice poured from Rebecca's cunt and ran into Debby's open mouth.

She swallowed it.

The more she drank, the hungrier she became.

"Come, come, come," she panted.

Her hands cupped Rebecca's ass, lifting the woman's crotch over her face like a goblet from which she was draining the dregs. Her tongue pried and wedged up the hole, her lips pulled desperately on the flaring nugget of electric lust.

Rebecca threw her head and shoulders back. Her face switched from side to side, flaming hair tumbling in wild disarray. She cried out and her whole lush body shuddered.

"Take it! Take my cream!"

Debby opened her mouth wide, clamping her lips over Rebecca's whole cunt like a suction cup as she sucked out the hot cunt juice that gushed forth in Rebecca's climax.

She drank it all and used her tongue to gather up the quick silvery drops that escaped her lips and ran down Rebecca's crotch and thighs. Sucking was every bit as good as being sucked, through Debby.

She was awfully glad that her daddy had asked Rebecca to tell her about the birds and the bees.

"There's one problem with making love to another girl, though," Debby said. They were sitting side by side again, stroking and fondling each other as they waited for passion to renew itself.

"Oh?" said Rebecca.

Rebecca saw no problem whatsoever.

"Well, not really a problem," Debby said. "But the thing is – well, it's like a vicious circle. I mean, when I'm sucking your cunt, I get hot. Then I want to be sucked. And when you do me, you get hot, in turn. So how do we ever end it, get satisfied together?"

Rebecca laughed.

"Why, that's simple," she said. "We come at the same time."

"How?" Debby, innocent girl that she was, asked.

"Why, we sixty-nine."

Debby's eyes lighted up.

"Oh, what a clever idea," she said.

She kissed Rebecca.

"Let's," she said.

And they did – which was why, when Bill Robinson walked in, a few minutes later, he was confronted by a remarkable sight.

Bill was too impatient to wait any longer, and his prick was throbbing almost painfully. He decided to go across to Rebecca's and see what was taking place. After all, he reasoned, they might have already finished their educational conversation and simply be having a cup of tea or something. Bill paused at the door to the redhead's place.

He had a key. She had given him one so that he could slip over and join her in bed after Debby was safely tucked away. They had managed, so they thought, to keep their love affair secret from the girl. In doing so, it had been necessary for Bill to cross the corridor at unlikely hours. Rebecca, once she got into bed, hated to get up again, even to answer the door, until she'd had at least one orgasm, so giving the man a key was the simplest solution. But now Bill wondered if he should use it.

He certainly didn't want Debby to know that he had a key to Rebecca's apartment.

But the two girls would no doubt be in the front room and wouldn't hear the key in the lock.

And he didn't want to spy on them in case they were still talking about the birds and the bees.

He would have loved to overhear that conversation out of both curiosity and less wholesome motivations.

If he rang the bell, he might well interrupt them at some crucial, salient point in the conversation. That would never do. He might ruin the mood and cause his daughter's sexual education to receive a grievous set back. So it was only logical that he enter silently and, if they were still discussing sex, he could leave again with no harm done. Well, he might linger for a moment, just listen to a few snatches of the talk, he thought – just to make sure they were on the right track – and strictly for his daughter's sake, of course.

He unlocked the door and opened it quietly.

He padded softly down the hallway, feeling a mild thrill, like a burglar in an occupied house. As he approached the door to the front room, he could hear muffled sounds. He lifted his eyebrows. The girls seemed to be whispering very softly. He supposed that they must be talking about some rather kinky aspect of sex, some naughty element that Rebecca thought it necessary to mention but felt slightly uncomfortable about. The idea fascinated him.

What on earth could she be telling Debby in that soft voice? Maybe she was explaining about oral sex, thought Bill with a surge of lust. God, he would love to hear that! And Rebecca was certainly qualified, he knew for a fact. Of course, Debby would, probably be blushing furiously as she listened to such talk. But didn't he hear Debby, too, whispering? He paused, listening hard. He couldn't make out any words, at all, just that soft murmuring. It didn't sound exactly like a whisper, either, come to think of it. It was more like a soft moan or heavy breathing or maybe whimpering.