David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

"Yes… yes – now!" he gasped.

He came.

The creamy jism blossomed from the head of his prick like a great pearly flower. It spurted straight up, skimming over her curled tongue and hosing her mouth. Rebecca whimpered with joy and kept beating him up and down, pulling spurt after spurt of cum out of him and taking it all in her mouth. Bill saw the thick sap rush across the inch between them, saw his spunk as it shot into her mouth. He saw streamers of the stuff running over her tongue and frothy ribbons coating her lips. He saw her gulp and swallow – and poured more into her.

Rebecca milked him dry.

She turned her face towards him, her mouth still open, so that he could see his cum on her tongue and in her cheeks. The thick stuff dripped from her chin and washed about her gums. A creamy strand hung from her palate like a stalactite.

Still facing him, her mouth still wide open, Rebecca threw her head back and let him watch his jism run down her gullet.

"Ummm," she purred. "Yummy."

Then she turned her face down, took his prick into her mouth and slurped up the dregs of his lust. She used her tongue to gather up the stray drops that had run onto his balls. She sucked and lapped his cock until it glistened.

She stretched out beside him. Bill kissed her deeply, lovingly.

They rested for a few moments, both knowing that very soon they would be ready for more.

And Rebecca was thinking.

"Why don't you send Debby over soon, darling?" she suggested. "Why not this afternoon?"

"All right," he agreed. "I'll be pleased to talk to her." He nodded.

He was frowning slightly.

He said, "I feel pretty damned ashamed of myself – getting horny over my own daughter."

"Well, she is sexy."

"But still…"

Rebecca was smiling in a strange fashion. "And spying on her, as well," he said. "I'm glad that you did, darling," said Rebecca. "I don't care what made you so horny – as long as I was the one to get that lovely cuntful and that delicious mouthful."

Bill grinned.

"There's more where that came from," he said.

And, sure enough, there was.

Bill was ashamed at having spied on Debby. But he would have been horrified had he known that Debby had also spied on him.

The effect had been much the same. Debby, despite her passionate nature, was really not a very experienced girl. A good many of her classmates had already lost their virginity and Debby was most interested to talk to them about it – what it felt like to get fucked or to have a prick in the mouth. But mainly through lack of the proper opportunity, Debby had not yet gone all the way with a boy. She wanted to and intended to, but the time had to be right. If, for instance, she had been sure that her father would not come home that morning, she might well have let Tommy screw her. But she sure didn't want to get caught on the job. She was almost old-fashioned in her attitude towards sex. In an age and of a generation that considered sex a girl's right, Debby still thought that it was naughty – and was all the more interested in it because of that. She figured – rightly – that sex must have been a lot more fun back in the old days when only naughty girls put out and there was that twinge of guilt and shame to spice the act.

Debby had discovered the joy of masturbation when she was younger and finger fucked herself with regularity.

She had given her first handjob just before her birthday and, since then, had jacked off three or four boys and had let a couple finger fuck her to a climax. But that was the extent of her experience to date. She had a good reputation. Quite a few boys could have gotten a handjob off her had they taken the initiative, but they figured that she was prim and proper and would not consider it – and the chance was lost. It was as much a loss to Debby as to these unknowing lads, for she truly loved to jerk a guy off and see the spunk gush out of his cock and feel the female power that could make young men squirm and whimper. She loved to get finger fucked, as well. She loved to come. And she could just imagine what it would be like to come with a prick up her cunt! If a finger could feel so wonderful, how much better must a fat prick make a girl feel! Or a hot tongue!

Oh, yes – Debby was ready for it.

Every night, alone in bed, both hands cupped over her hot little crotch, she thought about fucking and sucking while she rubbed her pussy to a froth, wondering when she would finally get the real thing.

And from whom?

She never would have guessed.

Tommy had left shortly after Debby had jacked him off.

They figured it was best that he did so he wouldn't be there when her father got home, but his departure had left Debby unsatisfied. She wished that she had gotten him to finger fuck her before she gave him a handjob. But it was difficult to get those things in the right order, she knew. If a boy finger fucked her to an orgasm first, then she no longer felt like jerking him off. She would, certainly – but she took less pleasure in it. The ideal way was to do each other at the same time, but it wasn't always possible to come simultaneously and one or the other was left with a duty, rather than a delight.

Now Tommy was gone and Debby had a hot pussy.

She decided to give herself a handjob.

She went into her bedroom, closed the door and lay down on the bed. She didn't start right away. She liked to enjoy a little fantasizing before she stroked herself. She remembered how the jism had spurted put of Tommy's prick, smiling dreamily at the pleasant recollection. It would have spurted deep into her cunt if she'd fucked him, she knew. It would have filled her mouth if she had sucked him.

Her cunt began to steam.

She wished that she hadn't wiped his spunk off her tits with his handkerchief. It would have been awfully exciting to bend her head down and lap the boy's jism off her tits. She decided that the next time she jerked a guy off, she was going to lick her fingers. She might even let him watch. She knew that would drive him wild although it might not do her reputation much good. What did jism taste like? Some of her friends said that it was delicious but some just sucked to please a guy and didn't care for the taste. It tasted like starch, one of her friends had told her.

She licked the palm of her hand.

But there was none of the stuff left to taste.

She was ready to start working on her twat.

Then she heard the front door open and close.

She supposed that it was her father coming home and she delayed her handjob, in case he happened to come to her room for some reason. In fact, Bill had opened and closed the door from within, pretending that he had been out, so that Debby would not realize that he had been there while she jacked Tommy's prick. He was thoughtful that way. He didn't want to embarrass his daughter.

Debby felt very sorry for her father.

How could mom have run off and left us? she wondered.

And why?

She wondered if her father had a girlfriend now or if he had to jerk himself off, alone in the bed that Peggy had abandoned? It excited her to think of her father jerking off. She knew that he had a huge prick. She had seen it a few times. She had never seen it hard, of course, but even soft it had looked like a log. My mother was very silly to run off and leave such a lovely cock, thought the randy little teenager. She knew that her parents had fucked a lot. She had often heard their bed groaning under them, and not just at night. They fucked in the mornings and the afternoons, as well. It certainly couldn't have been because of any failure in their sex life that her mother had left, she knew that. She was getting really hot and creamy now. She wondered if she might peek into her father's bedroom sometime and see him pulling his prick? Oooooh! She would have loved to see that.