Harry Stevens: The family_s wild ways

"Gee, you don't suppose?" Mitzi whispered.

Mitzi couldn't resist. She put her ear to the door, wondering if she'd caught her parents fucking before dinner.

Sex turned out to be in the air, all right, but it wasn't between her parents. For Mitzi listened to herself being discussed.

"Damn, how could I be so stupid? Not to do something about that sheet?" Mitzi hissed under her ragged breath when she realized the blunder she'd made. "It has Ned's cum stains all over it. Should've known Mom'd find it when she did the laundry if I just left it there."

Well, it became clear as she continued to eavesdrop, she'd just have to deal with this the best she could. As long as the folks had no idea who'd really been screwing her, she could lie her way out of it somehow. Especially if her father was going to be the one she'd deal with. She'd always been able to wrap him around her little finger.

"Might as well just get it over with," she reasoned. "Tonight's as good a time as any. I'll think of some kinda story that'll satisfy Daddy."

It was after ten. Mitzi was in her room, waiting for her father's knock. In the meantime she'd settled on the strategy of keeping him so off balance when he did show up that he'd be too uncomfortable to stick around for long. Being alone with him while she wore nothing more than a see-through nightie ought to turn that trick.

Then the expected rapping on the door occurred.

"Who is it?" Mitzi softly called.

"Uh, it's Daddy. Got a minute, princess? Something I'd like to talk about."

"Sure, c'mon in."

Mitzi then stood to greet her father as he entered. The nightie only went down as far as the tawny tops of her thighs, and its fabric was as thin as mist. In short, she was the next thing to being stark naked.

"Uh, maybe I'd better come back when you have something more on," her father gulped when he saw her.

"Oh, Daddy, don't be silly," Mitzi breezily replied. "I don't have anything to hide from you."

Then she turned and walked over to her bed, so her father could see her dimpled asscheeks wobble. When she sat down on the edge of the mattress, she patted the space beside her, inviting her father to sit there with her.

Vic Morgan nervously accepted. When he was next to Mitzi, he took a fleeting glance at her tits, then self-consciously turned away.

"Daddy," she teased, "you can't talk to me, if you don't look at me."

She reached for his chin and coaxed his face back toward her.

"Now what's this all about?" she asked, looking into his glazed eyes.

Her father lowered his eyes to escape her gaze. But this made it even tougher on him since it meant he was looking at her tits again.

"Y-you've just got to put something on," he finally stammered.

"Why, Daddy, is there something wrong with my body?" Mitzi said with a pout.

"Just the opposite," Vic Morgan choked. "I've never seen a prettier girl."

"Aw, you're just saying that 'cause you're my dad," Mitzi kittenishly replied. "Every father tells his daughter that she's the prettiest."

"Wish," Vic gulped, "it was that simple." He was still looking at Mitzi's tits. Staring now. Indeed, it didn't seem he could stop unless Mitzi herself did something about it. And she was feeling too devilish at the moment to let him off the hook.

"Gee, Daddy, you mean like if I wasn't your own daughter," she quizzed, "you'd wanna do more with me than just, well, talk?"

"I-I'd rather not say," Vic mumbled.

Now Mitzi looked down, too, but not at her own tits. She looked past them toward her trembling father's crotch. The bulge there told her everything she needed to know about its owner's current state of mind.

"Mmmmmm, Daddy, you don't have to say anything," she boldly noted. "I can see for myself."

Her father acted like a scared rabbit caught in the glare of oncoming headlights. He wanted to run, but was frozen in place against his will.

And now Mitzi found herself primed for a seduction. It wasn't what she'd intended when she'd greeted her father at the door in her skimpy nightie – but, then again, what had happened with her brother hadn't been a part of any set plan either. Sometimes a girl did best for herself when she just went with the flow, with Mitzi deciding that this definitely seemed another such occasion.

"Relax, Daddy, relax," she cooed. "I understand. You're not the only one who's turned on when they're not supposed to be. Just feel for yourself how much you've got company."

Mitzi took her father's hand and put it between her legs, flush with her pussy. The leaking juice immediately had his fingers sticky.

"Now it's my turn to feel you," she said.

Mitzi rubbed her father's swollen crotch. His cock stirred inside his pants like an angry snake, straining to get out.

"Mmmmm, just feeling's not enough anymore," Mitzi steamily purred. "I'm starting to think that suckings a lot more like it."

She opened her father's pants and pulled them down around his hips with his shorts. His rigid prick sprang into the open. It was at least ten inches long and as thick as some people's wrists, with a head the size of a small fist. Already the latter was drooling from its blunt tip with pre-cum.

"Oh, if I'd known you were hung like this, Daddy, this might've happened a long time ago!"

Then she leaned down with her father's cock jutting in her face, her tongue flicking to lap the liquid pearl of pre-cum from the meaty tip.

"Delicious," she said of the creamy sample. "I could do with a whole lot more of that sweet stuff. And we both know the best way for me to get a whole mouthful, don't we, Daddy?"

Her mouth closed over her father's chunky cockhead. She gave it a slurping tug. Her father shuddered with a combination of guilt and pleasure, then gave in to the latter and nudged more of his excited prick into Mitzi's oral grasp. Then, suddenly, it was Mitzi who pulled away before the blowjob had gone past the point of no return.

"God," Vic Morgan rasped as if he'd just snapped out of a trance, "I'm glad one of us just came to their senses. Hate to admit this, baby, but I was so far gone that I was ready to go through with it. Let you… well, you know. Thank God it's over before it started. Don't know what came over me."

"Now that you mention it, Daddy, you were being kinda selfish," Mitzi slyly said. "Just sitting there while you let me give you a blowjob."

Vic Morgan was only too ready to agree that his actions had been worthy of scorn. His daughter had something else in mind, though.

"Yes, just sitting there doing nothing," a smoldering Mitzi continued, "when you could be eating my pussy at the same time I suck your cock."

"Oh, Jesus!" Vic whispered in a hush, realizing he was more on the spot than ever.

Mitzi playfully pushed her father down, so he was on his back across the width of the bed. Then she straddled him so she faced his crotch, while her own crotch was directly above his face. Looking up, Vic Morgan stared at close range into the pink jaws of his daughter's horny cunt.

"You do know how a sixty-nine works, don't you, Daddy?" Mitzi teased.

Vic soberly nodded in response to his daughter's playful question, anticipating the seriousness of what was bound to happen next.

"Then since I'm on top, I'd better get us started," Mitzi predictably said.

She sat on her father's face, her pussy flush with his mouth. At the same time she deep throated his big cock with a single swoop at the other end of the action.

Vic Morgan's tongue and prick took over for him from there. He orally fucked his daughter's cunt with the one and her mouth with all ten inches of the other. Mitzi soon responded by coming in his face, the orgasmic pussy juice he didn't swallow dribbling down Vic's chin. And, meanwhile, Vic's own climax-to-be was rapidly brewing in his churning balls. The jizz which had originally given his daughter life would soon be gushing down her throat.