David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

"Ummm," sighed Rebecca as she pulled her lips up the fat wedge of his peckerhead.

"Then they started to neck," he said. "They were kissing. I could see Debby's lips part and the boy was pushing his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it. Then she slipped her own tongue into his mouth. They were both panting, swapping tongues. It made me – I'm ashamed to admit it, but it made me so horny! Seeing my little girl – well, I hoped that they wouldn't do anything more than just kiss and yet in a way, I really wanted them to do more."

Bill's prick, inspired by his recollections as much as by Rebecca's talented lips, was swelling within her mouth. She purred happily, slurping merrily away on the tasty meat.

He had stopped speaking.

Rebecca drew her mouth away from his cock.

"Go on," she urged. "Please go on." She mouthed his cockhead again.

Bill groaned.

"He began to feel her up," he rasped. "She didn't stop him. It was obvious that he'd felt her up before. He felt her titties through her sweater, at first. Then she took her sweater off. He didn't coax her to do that – it was her own idea. She pulled it over her head and arched her back, thrusting her tits out to his hands. He rubbed her nipples and they got big and stiff. She has lovely little tits. She was panting and whimpering while he fondled her. And I – damn it, I got a big hard on. I was half intended to stop them, to walk in and send the boy home and give Debby hell and yet it was so fucking exciting that I didn't want to interrupt. I guess I would have if they'd started to go too far – to fuck, say – but as long as they were just petting, I couldn't bring myself to interrupt. I tried to justify it by thinking that it would embarrass Debby terribly and by convincing myself that there was no harm in some heavy petting, at her age I was just fooling myself. The awful truth is that I wanted to watch!"

"I don't blame you," Rebecca whispered.

A shudder ran through Bill's body.

"Then she began rubbing his prick," he said.

Rebecca began to bob her head up and down on his cock, as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. She took his knit back into he gullet and her lips pulled lovingly as her hand rose again. She knew that he was thinking about his daughter, not about her, but she didn't give a damn.

His voice hoarse, Bill said, "And then she said that she wasn't sure when I'd be home, so that they had better not wait. She opened his fly and reached in and hauled his cock out. He had a big cock – for a boy. She'd done it before, that was evident. She wrapped her fist around his prick and began to jack him off. He was feeling her tits and she was leaning over him, watching his cock swell as she stroked it. She looked so excited. I could tell that she loved to do it. And the boy was rolling his eyes and grinding his teeth. He looked like he was going out of his mind."

He took a deep breath. "I could see that she was going to give him a handjob. That was all. That was a relief, really. I mean, she wasn't going to let him fuck her and a handjob wasn't so terrible. But I was – I have to admit it – I was disappointed, too. I was so horny by then that I really wanted to see her spread her legs for him. Isn't that terrible?"

"No," Rebecca whispered.

Rebecca wished that she had been there with Bill – that she could have given Bill a handjob while they both watched Debby and the boy.

"She was leaning right over his cock," Bill said. "Her face was only a few inches from his cockhead. I thought she was going to take him into her mouth! And I wanted her to! I wanted so much to see my little girl suck his cock, to see him shoot in her mouth! My own cock was thundering away. I was almost tempted to jerk myself off while I watched, but I saved it for you."

Rebecca was very glad that he had.

"She didn't, though," he said, half-relieved and half-sorry. "She pulled away on his prick and he began to jerk and heave. She asked him to come. She said, 'Come for me, Tommy – shoot for me.' And she began pumping him faster."

Rebecca was sucking faster, hungry for cum, herself.

"Then he blew his wad. The way young fellows do – it came out like a skyrocket! Debby whimpered and gasped and kept pulling his prick and he shot all over her tits! She milked him to the bone. Jism was dripping off her nipples and running down her cleavage and some of it skimmed over her chin. God! She drained him. I – damn me! – I was hoping that she would go down and lap the stuff off him with her tongue. I wouldn't have stopped her, I couldn't have. But she didn't. She finished the job with her hand and then she mopped him up with his handkerchief and wiped the stuff off her titties. Afterwards, they both giggled, just as if it was just a naughty little prank."

Bill placed his hand behind Rebecca's head. "So Debby is really sort of innocent, I guess," he concluded. "I suppose she's still a virgin and all, that's why I want you to tell her the facts of life, before she gets in trouble."

"I'll be glad to," said Rebecca. Rebecca had ideas of her own. But that was in the future and, at the moment, she had a mouthful of prick to empty.

Usually when she sucked a man off, Rebecca liked to take his cock deep into her mouth as he came, but she was not a one-dimensional cocksucker and she varied her technique from time to time. Sometimes she would take just the head in her mouth and jerk the man off. Other times she would use only her tongue, lapping at the underside of his crown until he shot, or just her lips, skimming up and down his stalk as if she were playing the flute. Now, inspired by Bill's tale, she decided to do it in a different manner.

Bill had quite obviously been intrigued by the sight of the boys jism shooting out from the head of his prick. If he came in Rebecca's mouth, he would not get to see the joy juice spurt from his prick and Rebecca knew that, in his present mood, that was a sight that the man would relish.

She slowly drew her lips from his knob.

Bill humped up from the bed, his prick hard as a rock and humming like a tuning fork. The head was smoking. He opened his eyes, returning from his recollections to the present, wondering why she had stopped sucking on his cock.

Rebecca looked up at him.

"Watch," she said.

Bill was watching, no doubt of that. His face was twisted by passion. Rebecca's face, too, reflected her dark desires. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips moist and parted. They were both panting heavily. She looked into Bill's face for along, meaningful moment. She smiled slightly. Her eyes gleamed wickedly.

She began to jerk him off.

Like Debby had done.

Bill moaned.

Rebecca held his balls in one hand and stroked up and down his shaft with the other, skimming lightly over the fiery flesh at first, then tightening her grip. Bill began to hump, fucking up through her fist as it rose and fell.

Was he pretending that she was Debby?

Rebecca didn't care where his thoughts were, as long as his prick was in her hand.

She said, "Watch!"

She leaned over him, her face just above the raging head of his huge cock. But she didn't go down on him. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue out, folding it over her lower lip. Then, not touching him with her mouth but poised a few inches above him, she pumped his prick up and down and waited to be fed.

Bill stared, fascinated.

He thought about Debby. He saw Rebecca. The two, woman and girl, lover and daughter, blended into one in his mind. He stopped humping and held himself rigid, his back arched so that his gigantic prick loomed far above his loins. His chin rested on his breastbone as he looked down, waiting to see his jism spurt out.

Rebecca's tongue slid across her lower lip. "Come," she said – as Debby had.