David Crane - Daughter_s hot orgy

Naked, she posed before the mirror, legs apart, back arched, looking at herself and wishing that she could somehow stand naked in front of her father, feeling his eyes burn into her flesh.

She pushed three fingers up her cunt, twisting and turning them about inside her. Then she brought them to her mouth and sucked her cunt juice from them.

She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart and looking over her shoulder, seeing her cunt from that new perspective – the same position in which Rebecca had stood as Bill poured the prick to her.

Turning again, she pushed her belly right up against the mirror, grinding against her image, pretending that her reflection was another girl and that they were making love.

Then she moved to the bed.

She lay on her back, legs spread open. Steam drifted up from her crotch. Her cunt felt like a lump of glowing charcoal between her smooth thighs. The labia were spread wide open and the slot was flooded with burning cream. Her clit was tingling as if with an electric charge. She knew that, if she waited, she was going to have an orgasm without even touching herself. But she didn't want to wait. She began to pet and stroke her cunt erotically, sensually, wanting to make it last as long as possible – but not worried about it, knowing that she was going to be able to cream more than once. Even at normal times, she usually came twice when she masturbated – once right away, then a second time in a more leisurely fashion. Inspired now by the sight of her father fucking Rebecca, she figured that she could come half a dozen times.

Yet she had only her own hands.

Debby wished that she had a vibrator or a dildo.

Lots of her friends had them. But Debby had never had the nerve to go into a sex shop and buy one. It would be too embarrassing. And she didn't dare order one by mail in case her mother or father had opened the package. She had wondered if one of her friends might let her borrow a big rubber prick, but again she was too embarrassed to ask them and wasn't at all sure if they might not feel a certain possessiveness, if not actual jealousy, about their rubber lovers.

She wished, too, that she was able to go down on herself.

What a treat it would be, to be able to suck herself off whenever she felt like it! Debby had never had her pussy sucked or licked but she knew that it would be wonderful, maybe as good as fucking, even. She had tried to eat herself out once. She had lain on her back and had thrown her legs up over her head, stretching her neck, but she had been unable to get her tongue beyond the fringe of her pubic hair.

It had been tremendously frustrating, getting so near and yet so far.

One of her girlfriends had told her how lovely it was to have a boy go down on her. She had eyed Debby in a speculative manner as she described the delights of being sucked off and then she had asked Debby if she, too, liked it. Debby had a idea that, were she to suggest it, her friend would have been more than willing to eat her out in return for Debby eating her – not a lesbian affair, just a return of a favor – but Debby had not dared suggest it.

Now she wished that she had.

Maybe she would bring the conversation around to that delicate topic the next time she was having a chat with the girl, Debby thought. If she mentioned how much she wanted to get gobbled, how she would do just about anything for a friend who did it for her – well, maybe.

But now she was alone with her hands.

She began working on her cunt, paying careful attention to detail and concentrating on the job at hand. She ran her fingertips along her cuntlips and stroked her vibrant clit. She spread her cunt wide open with one hand and finger fucked herself with the other. Her pussy sucked on her fingers. She began to squirm. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, her hair cascading. Her nipples swelled as if about to burst.

Visions of her father's prick danced through her head. She wanted to run her hot tongue up that fat stalk and to take the huge knob into her knob into her mouth and suck the cum from his balls. She wanted to drink it. She made up her mind that the next time she was giving Tommy – or some other boy, it didn't matter – a handjob, she was going to go down on him and let him shoot in her mouth. She knew it would shock the boy but she didn't care, not now. But Tommy's cock was a poor substitute for her daddy's massive tool. Oh, lucky Rebecca! What were they doing at this moment in Rebecca's bedroom?

She would have been startled, had she known that they were talking about her.

Her climax was coming.

She coiled, drawing her knees up, arching, thrashing about in the grip of lust. She pushed three fingers in and out of her hole and rubbed her clitoris with the other hand. Cunt juice flooded out, soaking the sheet under her ass.

She cried out.

"Oh!" she wailed. "Ooooooh!"

Her pussy melted around her fingers like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Spasm after spasm racked her loins. The waves of joy came coursing through her belly and running up her thighs, wave after wave, peak after peak, the crests drawing closer together with each passing ripple until they had merged into one long, sustained thrill of ultimate ecstasy.

She lay still then, panting, smiling contentedly.

With her passion momentarily stilled, Debby felt a little bit ashamed of her incestuous thoughts.

But not too much.

It was, after all, only make believe.

She began to get hot again.

And to make believe some more.

Debby was just starting to fondle her pussy again when her father rapped on the bedroom door.

She had a wild, wonderful impulse to open the door naked. She almost did. He was, after all, her father. There was no need to act modest. But her nipples were stiff and her thighs were slick with cunt juice and she lost her nerve. She put on a dressing gown.

"I was just changing my clothes," she said. Bill avoided her eyes. He looked embarrassed.

"Debby, honey – Rebecca Starr would like to talk to you," he said.

Debby was surprised. She hardly knew the woman.

"What about?" she asked. "She'll explain."

"When?"

"Right now – if it's convenient."

Well, it isn't really convenient, Debby thought. I want to give myself another handjob right now. But she couldn't very well tell her father that.

She nodded and said, "Okay." She was curious as to what this could be all about. Why did her daddy look so embarrassed?

She went back into the room and put her clothes on. She wondered for a moment if she should finish rubbing herself off before she went but decided to save it for later when she could take her time and linger over the pleasure.

So Debby was still feeling randy as she prepared to call on Rebecca.

The crotch of her panties was still sodden and her shorts were moist, but she didn't bother to change.

Rebecca was not likely to notice her crotch Debby thought.

Debby rang Rebecca's doorbell.

She was a bit annoyed at having her hand job interrupted, but also curious to find out what on earth Rebecca could wish to talk to her about. The only thing she could imagine was that her mother had sent her a message through the neighbor – but if that was the case, it must have been meant to remain a secret from her father and since he was the one who'd sent over well, Debby decided that she would just have to wait and see. She hoped it would not take very long, though. Her pussy was simmering merrily away, badly in need of some attention from her skilled hands and fingers.

Rebecca opened the door.

She was still wearing the same semitransparent negligee that she had worn to greet Bill. She had considered a variety of dresses appropriate to this conversation with Debby but, in the end, she figured that the negligee would do as well as any. It was, for one thing, very sexy. It was also easy to – by accident, as it were – let the garment fall open, revealing her charms and, if things worked out the way that Rebecca hoped they would, it was easy to take off as well.