David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

Then, while she sucked his cock, he told her.

"I want you to do me a favor, Rebecca," said Bill.

Rebecca's head was on his flat stomach. She was facing down, towards his crotch.

"Oh, yes," she said, smiling.

She started to go down on his prick. That big joystick was semi-hard at the moment, looping up from his loins in a big bow, the knob swaying up and down and showing every sight that it was ready to be returned to a full degree of hardness.

"Not that," he said.

Rebecca's mouth was already wide open as she prepared to gobble his huge pecker. She paused in surprise and her eyes opened as wide as her mouth, eyebrows lifting. Bill had never before turned down a blow job. What on earth did he want? Rebecca's mind was always geared to sex first and foremost and, with a giant cock only inches away from her lips, she could not imagine anything else. A favor? Her imagination sparked. Did he want to fuck her up the asshole, perhaps? He never had – but other men had and she didn't mind it at all. It was a nice variation on fucking – and on taking a shit as well. That was a favor she would willingly grant. Or was it something else?

Maybe he wanted her to rim his asshole out with her tongue. Well, that was no hardship. Or was it something more perverted? Rebecca was intrigued. The very concept of perversion caused her to ripple with passion. The naughtier – the dirtier – an act was, the more thrilling and exciting and attractive it was to this oversexed and uninhibited redhead bombshell.

Did he want, maybe, to watch her fuck another man? Or three or four men, one right after the other while he looked on, waiting his turn?

All these concepts were pleasing to Rebecca, sex-oriented girl that she was. They darted through her mind in a rapid parade of perversion. Maybe he wanted to watch her make love with another woman, she thought. Well, that was fine with Rebecca. She was no lesbian, surely, but she had let a few women suck her off and she had done a bit of cunt sucking, herself, and she figured it would be even better if Bill was right there, staring over her shoulder, his face all contorted with lust as he watched her nimble tongue slurp and stab up a creamy pussy.

She was seething, fired by her fantasies.

Would he like to watch her fuck a dog? Oh, yes! A lovely big horny dog with a great big prick! Bestiality held no terrors for Rebecca. She would gladly screw a dog for Bill – and for herself, too. She had, in fact, given a blow job to a German shepherd once, when she was younger and she'd loved it, too. She'd loved the way the big, shaggy brute had whined and whimpered just before he filled her mouth with all the hot canine cum from his hairy balls. She'd swallowed it all, too.

These ideas made her so horny that she simply had to push her tongue out and gave the head of his big prick a lick. "Not this?" she asked.

His cock had snapped into an upright position, coming to attention for her oral pleasure.

"Well, that – sure. I mean…" Bill hesitated.

"Anything," she purred.

She ran her tongue up his stalk.

"Something I want you to do later," he said.

"Tell me, darling."

"I want you to tell my daughter about… well, about the birds and the bees, so to speak."

Rebecca was startled.

"What? Well, of course – but I don't understand."

"It's time that she knew about those things," Bill said. "Now that her mother isn't with us – well, I can't really explain things to her, the way a woman can."

Rebecca rose up and looked at Bill's face. He seemed disturbed. Her plump titties swayed over his belly like ripe fruit hanging from the vine, really to be plucked and eaten. As they swayed, her nipples brushed across the head of his cock.

The contact sent a tremble running down his shaft to his balls and a thrill spread out from her taut nipple, through her tits and on down into her hot crotch. Her clit tensed and tingled.

"But why are you asking me this right now, darling?" she wanted to know. "I mean, I'll be glad to do it for you – but it seems a strange time to bring the subject up, when we're both horny and in bed and your prick is hard and I'm hungry for it."

Bill looked sheepish.

"To tell you the truth, that's why I was so terrible horny this morning, Rebecca," he said.

Rebecca was intrigued.

"Tell me," she urged.

"Well, I saw – I saw Debby with her boyfriend," he said.

"Oh?" Rebecca said, still more interested. Debby was a very sexy little bit of fluff, no doubt of that. Rebecca thought it might be sort of exciting to explain the facts of life to a sexy teenage girl. She doubted that Debby was as innocent as Bill might think however. The girl dressed in a way that excited boys or men, and this was, after all, a permissive age. But what Rebecca found truly exciting was the knowledge that Bill had been horny because of something he had seen his daughter doing. The implication was thrilling, with overtones of incestuous desire, one of those perversions that always turned Rebecca on. Rebecca had always wanted to suck her father's cock actually. She never had, but she had wanted to and it had been one of her most common fantasies when she finger fucked herself as a teenager. Often she had stuck her fingers in her mouth, bunched together to phallic dimensions, and pretended they were her daddy's prick, sucking on them while she clawed at her crotch with her other hand. She had wondered what it would be like to suck her mother's cunt, as well – that was the sort of naughty teenager that Rebecca had been and she hadn't changed.

"Tell me about it," she said.

Bill hesitated. He was obviously a bit ashamed of his own reactions to what he'd seen.

"Tell me," she said, her green eyes glowing. "Tell me about it, while I suck your prick!"

Bill told her.

"This morning," he said.

Rebecca curled onto her flank and began to gently tongue the head of his rampant cock, watching his face as she did so and as he spoke. Her hot, wet tongue glided around his knob and wildly exciting thoughts glided around her cunt.

"Debby didn't know that I was home," he said. His eyes were closed. He was obviously remembering the details. "I'd gone out to buy cigarettes and when I came home she was in her room. She didn't hear me come in, I guess. Well, the doorbell rang and I was going to answer it but just as I got to the hallway, Debby come out from her bedroom and went to the door. She didn't see me. She was wearing those really short cut-off jeans of hers and a tight sweater. I noticed how – well, how grown-up she looked. Her body, you know? I hadn't really noticed that she was so filled out before. She looked a lot like her mother – like Peggy – a younger version of Peggy, like Peggy looked when I first met her."

He was admitting that his own daughter had turned him on, Rebecca thought, delighted by the idea.

"It was her boyfriend," Bill went on.

Rebecca's tongue ran all the way up his cock, from his balls to the flaring crown. She was drooling down his prick, her saliva running down the shaft.

"Tommy, his name is. He's a year or two older, I think. Anyway, Debby asked him to come in. She told him – she made a point of telling him – that she was home alone. Something in her tone when she said that – and in the way his face brightened – made me suspicious."

And horny, thought Rebecca, although she figured she better not say it aloud.

"They went into the living room," Bill said. Rebecca closed the tight collar of her lips over the bulging head of his cock and began to suck rhythmically while her tongue slipped back and forth against the underside of the big mouthful. She was in no hurry. She was sucking leisurely.

"I sneaked around to the back so that I could look into the room," he said. "I felt sort of guilty, spying on her, but I figured that I had better see what was going on. They were sitting on the couch, close together. They just talked for a few minutes and I started to think that my suspicious were unfounded. I was glad of that. And yet – well, I felt almost disappointed, in a strange way. Almost as if I wanted to see Debby misbehave."