David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

She fed his prick into her mouth, more and more each time, her lips sliding far down the shaft and then pulling and dragging back up to the swollen knob. Her fist held him steady as she took him in. Her lips writhed and her tongue flared. She was half-crazed by lust, by hunger, ravenous and voracious. Whimpered gasps escaped from her well-stuffed maw, muted by his meat, muffled around the big mouthful of prick that she was savoring. Sucking him made her just as hot as being sucked was making Bill. Her lips were pushing down almost to the root now, touching against her own steadying hand. She took her hand away, wanting to swallow every inch of his long, fat cock.

His knob lodged in her throat.

Her nose nestled in his pubic hair and her chin brushed against his balls as she fed the whole thing to her hungry mouth.

His cockhead was dribbling steadily. The jism ran onto her tongue and washed about in her cheeks. She let it slide down her throat and she sucked hungrily for more as her lips pulled up and pushed down. She knew he was ready to shoot. She could feel it in his balls and she felt his massive prick expand even more.

She was ready for it.

"Come," she moaned, speaking with her mouth full. "Come for me, darling. Pour that sweet stuff into my mouth, let me drink all that hot jism! Feed me your cum, Bill…"

Bill arched his back spasmodically, as if he had just received a high voltage shock. He pushed his prick up and Rebecca's mouth pushed down, taking it all. He cried out. His balls exploded in her hand and the hot sap rushed up his stalk. Rebecca held his prick deep in her mouth and felt the deluge gush out. The thick scum burst into her throat. It tilled her mouth to the brim. She swallowed quickly, making room for more, but his load was too great. She couldn't take it all. Cum bubbled from her compressed lips and poured down onto his balls. Spurt after spurt hosed her and she kept sucking greedily, unable to get enough of the delicious juice of joy.

"Ummm-ummm-ummm," she purred.

Bill collapsed.

He felt as if she had sucked more than a load of cum out of his cock and balls – as if she had dragged his blood and bone out through his prick, had sucked the very life force from him.

Rebecca continued to suck.

She was fairly inhaling his prick, desperate to milk every last drop of cum from him. His knob had stopped spurting now, but a few last drops trickled onto her tongue. She slurped them down, then used her nimble tongue to lap up the stray drops that had escaped her lips and run down onto his balls.

She leaned back, smiling up at him with creamy lips, her expression one of great satisfaction.

"That," he sighed, "was wonderful."

"Delicious, too," she said.

It was obvious that she had enjoyed blowing him. Bill, who was strictly heterosexual, had never been able to understand what pleasure a girl took in sucking a prick, but he knew damned well that when a girl enjoyed doing it, she did it best. And he loved to eat pussy, himself – he supposed it was the same thing. His wife, too, loved to give head but he chose not to think about that at the moment and under the circumstances, because she might at that very moment be sucking some other man off. He gazed down at the kneeling redhead, looking at her over the head of his cock as if it were a gun sight.

His cock was still rampant.

It had diminished slightly and softened a bit, but not much – and Rebecca had taken note of that, to her delight. She adored sucking a man off but sometimes that led to frustration, for once a fellow had emptied his prick into her mouth, sometimes he could not get it up again to fuck her. She saw that with Bill Robinson that was not going to be a problem. She could suck that succulent prick to her heart's content and drink all the jism she wanted and still have plenty of rigid meat left for her creamy cunt.

She wanted that now.

Bill gave it to her.

They fucked up a storm on the living room floor and then they went into the bedroom and fucked some more.

Rebecca figured that Bill's wife would soon return.

The woman was a fool to leave such a lover. She hoped that Peggy did not come home too soon.

Now Peggy had been gone for two weeks.

Bill and Rebecca had made love every day.

Peggy had phoned home once to ask about Debby and to assure Bill that she was all right and that she would probably be coming home soon – if he still wanted her back. The phone conversation had been cautious. She had said nothing about what she was doing and Bill had not asked any indelicate questions. But he had wondered and when he went over to Rebecca's.

After the phone call, he had been particularly horny. They had screwed three times without pausing. Talking to his errant wife had inspired the man.

Today, as he stepped sheepishly into the hallway, sporting a huge hard on, Bill had been inspired once again.

But not by his wife's promiscuity.

Bill had seen his daughter with her boyfriend.

He stepped across the ball, his cock sticking out like a pointer before him, guiding the way to Rebecca's door. He rang the bell. Rebecca opened the door almost immediately for she had been expecting him to pay her a visit. It was Saturday morning and she had not had to go to work and, therefore, had not yet gotten dressed. She was wearing a semi-transparent black negligee that clung in silken caress to her curves, dropping like a veil from her thrusting tits and sweeping her belly and thighs. The triangular outline of her pubic thicket could be seen, shadowy, through the thin material.

Rebecca smiled.

She noticed his hard on. It would have been hard not to notice it, big as it was.

"Oooooh," she purred.

Bill grinned and stepped past her into the vestibule. Rebecca closed the door. When she turned, Bill swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it just as if it were a cock. Her own tongue glided against his like two serpents mating in a moist cavern. His big hands cupped her juicy ass and drew her loins tight to his own, and his huge pecker carved an indentation in her soft belly.

She clung to him.

Bill lowered his face. Rebecca, guessing his intentions, opened the front of her negligee and he began to mouth her tits and suck her stiff nipples. She held his head to her breast, loving the attention of his tongue and lips, squirming against him. She didn't know what had brought this desperate passion on, but she loved it all the same. She looked down the hall toward the bedroom, but Bill made no move to go there. His head switched back and forth as he sucked both nipples in turn, then ran his tongue through her deep cleavage.

His hand ran up her thigh.

He cupped her crotch. Her pussy was already wet and open, and he dipped his fingers into the juicy slot and massaged her tingling clit with his thumb.

Rebecca began to tremble against him.

"Darling," she moaned, softly. "Darling…"

But Bill was not in a romantic mood. He was in a horny mood, the need purely physical at the moment. He placed his hands on her wide, smooth hips and, gently turned her around. Rebecca, not sure what he intended – although game as always for anything – looked back over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised.

Bill could not even wait to go the short distance down to the bedroom. He was even hotter now that he had been the day his wife left or the day that she telephoned. There was a polished table beside the door, where Rebecca kept the mail that came through the slot until she was ready to deal with it. Bill moved her towards the table, standing behind her, his prick throbbing against her ass.

Rebecca was bemused.

She was thrilled as well. She was a girl who enjoyed and appreciated novelty and variety and if Bill wanted to screw her in the hallway, it was fine with her. Later she might ask him why but at the moment she was eager for his prick.