David Crane: Daughter_s hot orgy

Bill Robinson came out of the door of his luxury apartment, looking rather sheepish because he had a gigantic hard on sticking out in the front of his trousers. It was far too large and obvious to hide and he looked both ways down the corridor to make sure that no other tenants were in a position to take note of his horniness – except one tenant, the redhead across the hall, whom he was going to visit.

Bill was thirty-seven years old. He was a good-looking man with crisp black hair and an easy white-toothed smile. His shoulders were broad and his waist was trim and he was fit from moderate exercise and from exercising moderation. He stood just under six feet tall but looked slightly taller, because of his tapering torso.

Women adored him.

They loved his crisp hair and his trim build, and they were charmed by his smile and his relaxed attitude.

But mainly they loved his prick.

Bill was gifted with a cock that drove girls wild with lust, made their cunts cream and their mouths water. It was ten inches long and was thick in proportion to its length. The shaft was seamed with dark, pulsing veins and the head flared out in a great mushroom-shaped knob. His balls were big and full of spunk. Along with – and complementing – the huge size of his prick, he was also gifted with stamina and potency and, lucky fellow, he could shoot three, or four loads in a row without losing an erection.

It was no wonder that women lusted for him.

And all the women who knew him, were amazed that his wife had run off and left him…

Rebecca Starr, who lived across the hall, was as amazed as anyone – but she was also delighted.

Because she was so readily available, without even leaving the apartment building, Rebecca was the obvious and logical woman to take the place of his runaway wife in taking care of Bill's sexual needs. That was a task that Rebecca welcomed with open arms – and open mouth and legs, as well. She considered herself a lucky girl.

But it was not one-sided.

Rebecca, as a woman, was every bit as desirable as Bill was as a man. She was twenty-seven years old. She had a thick mane of rusty red hair and that hair framed a lovely, sensual face. Her eyes were green, slightly tilted, almost feline. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full. Her cheekbones were high, her chin was firm.

Her body, if anything, was even better.

Rebecca had big, firm, thrusting tits, the full globes capped by stiff nipples that – because she never wore a brassiere – pushed out in twin peaks outlined against the tight sweaters she usually wore, giving visual evidence of her constant readiness to have those nuggets fondled and mouthed. She stood and walked with her back arched, pushing those delightful tits out before her, well aware of the effect that she had on any man who looked at her – and certain women, as well.

She was tall.

Her legs were long and shapely, smooth and unblemished and were designed to spread and to fold themselves around a man's flanks. Her torso was slim and willowy, her belly slightly rounded and her hips flared out into a platform of love. Below that smooth belly and between those sleek thighs, her pussy was hot and juicy. Her pubic hair was as fiery as that of her head, a triangle of glowing, curly coils like a burning bush surrounding her crotch. Her cunt was creamy, big and hot and wet – but gifted with skilled muscles so that she could tighten her hole around even the thinnest prick and pull and suck just as if she had a secret mouth inside her loins, dragging the jism from a man's cock and balls by the suction. Her clitoris was large and vibrant, like a little cock almost as it pushed out, stiffening, ready to be rubbed and sucked.

Rebecca was divorced.

She was as horny as Bill.

It was a handy arrangement.

It was not strictly true that Rebecca, who lived across the hall, was the nearest girl to Bill. Not strictly. When Bill's wife ran off, she left their daughter with him.

Debby was a teenager.

In her lithe, nubile way, Debby was every bit as sexy a piece of female flesh as was Rebecca. She was still a virgin, however, very much unlike the older woman, who had started screwing when she was younger than Debby. But despite being cherry, Debby was a randy little thing – a trait inherited, no doubt, from her mother and father, a dominant trait passed on from both of her parents, who fucked like crazy.

Debby did not intend to remain a virgin for long.

She was simply waiting for the right moment in the right place with the right boy.

So, in truth, Debby – not Rebecca – was the closest available cunt to abandoned Bill.

But Bill had no incestuous intentions.

Not yet.

Bill's affair with Rebecca had begun the same day that his wife, Peggy, had run off.

He had come home from work to find a note on the desk and Peggy gone. She had taken only one suitcase. Did that mean she intended to return? Bill had been puzzled, hurt and confused. The note had been apologetic. Her leaving was a total surprise, for as far as Bill knew they had been getting along very well and had a happy marriage. They seldom fought or argued and they fucked a lot. But Peggy had become the victim of that monstrous modern curse – women's liberation.

She felt – or so she wrote in the note – that she simply had to find out "who she was". That was a total mystery to Bill, who knew just exactly who she was. She was his wife. She had been a virgin when they married and, as far as he knew, she had never been unfaithful to him. Why should she? Bill's cock was as big as anyone could want and he fed it to her with great regularity. Why would she want anyone else? But the thing was that she had never had anyone else. She felt that she must have some experience, that she must discover if she was as desirable to other men as she was to her husband, if her personality and character had become dulled by the years of monogamy. She just had to know.

Bill had read her note several times.

He scratched his head, trying to puzzle it out.

He realized – although she had not specifically stated it – that she had gone off to sleep with other men, and that knowledge caused him to suffer pangs of jealousy.

It also gave him a hard on.

He hated the idea of his wife screwing anyone else and yet, at the same time, he found the idea very exciting.

He imagined, in graphic detail, how it would be, how it would look and how it would sound. Peggy was a loud fuck. She whimpered and wailed and when she came she cried out aloud. He imagined her crying out as her pussy creamed around another man's prick. He thought about a strange man's jism spurting into her cunt. She loved to blow him. Would she blow other men with such relish? Would she milk their pricks dry and swallow all that hot cum?

Those thoughts drove him wild.

His cock swelled to massive proportions.

Then, as fate would have it, Rebecca Starr had rung the doorbell, seeking a cup of sugar…

Bill could not stand up without revealing his thundering hard on. He called out that the door was open. Rebecca came in. They knew one another casually. Rebecca and Peggy were friends in a neighborly fashion. Bill told her to help herself to whatever she wanted. Then, thinking that Rebecca might have some idea, provide some clue, as to why his wife had left him, he asked her directly.

Rebecca hadn't known Peggy was gone. She was surprised.

"Why, how awful for you," she said. "I can't figure it out."

"Surely she'll come home soon." Bill shrugged.

"Will you take her back?" Rebecca asked. He considered it.

"I suppose so," he said.

Rebecca, cup of sugar in hand, came and stand beside Bill where he sat slumped and dejected in a chair.