Harry Stevens - Naked horny family

"No point in even trying to tie it together," Dottie sighed, letting the shredded bikini bottom fall off completely.

Jack just stood there staring. He may have been Dottie's father, but he was still a man. The sight of her hairy, young pussy had his cock bulging.

Then Dottie made it even more uncomfortable for him. "Well, the top's no good without the bottom," she said, sending her halter fluttering to the ground. Her bare tits jiggled in the open and her father was breathless.

She giggled. "When was the last time you saw me naked, Daddy?"

"C-can't remember," Jack stammered.

"Bet I wasn't this grown up then," Dottie lilted. "What do you think, Daddy? Have I turned out okay?"

"Y-you don't want to know what I'm thinking," Jack said.

"Something good, I hope."

"S-something terrible."

Jack choked. "I like it too much. We'd better go before something happens we both regret."

"Like what?" Dottie boldly asked, seductively swinging her hips as she advanced toward her father.

"The worse thing a father can do to his daughter," Jack gulped. "Please, baby. In another minute I won't be able to stop myself."

"That long?" Dottie teased.

She reached toward her father's swollen crotch, caressing his roused cock through his pants. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she had unzipped his fly. Her hand was inside Jack's boxer shorts, cupping his balls. His excited prick sprang into plain sight and Dottie rubbed the head against her belly.

"Damn you… damn you for doing this to me," Jack sputtered. "You were always my little girl. It was so easy being your father."

"And now?" Dottie murmured, her slender fingers wrapping around his jutting cock's thick shaft.

"You've turned me into beautiful young woman right before my eyes!"

"You're still my dad," Dottie said coyly.

"No, I'm just another man now," Jack answered. "Not much better than an animal." .

His desperation turning to anger, Jack hissed: "You planned this, didn't you? You little bitch! You counted on me not being able to stop myself from…"

He couldn't say it so Dottie said it for him.

"From fucking me, Daddy?"

Jack painfully nodded.

And Dottie giggled. "You're getting ahead of yourself, Daddy. You're not going to fuck me until I suck your prick and you eat my pussy."

Tugging at his cock, she pulled her father to the flattest part of the clearing. Then she was slumping to the grass at his feet, spreading her thighs, she showed him her wide-open pussy.

"Yes, eat me, Daddy, eat me," she urged. "Eat my cunt while I suck your cock. I'll give you the best sixty-nine you ever had."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Jack panted, kneeling.

He swung around astride her. Dottie pulled his pants and shorts to his ankles, then reached for his throbbing hard-on. She'd just folded her lips around the fat head when she felt her father's mouth on her pussy.

"I like tongue, Daddy," she called to him. "Plenty of hot tongue, inside and outside my pussy."

On cue, Jack lapped her clit.

"Oh, yes, that is it Daddy," Dottie mooned. "Now more, more!"

Then, as Jack orally concentrated on her clit, Dottie began swallowing his cock. It was a big one. But she never doubted she could deep throat the whole thing. A father deserved nothing less from his daughter than the best blow-job she could give him.

Gulping down inch after inch of the long, thick rod, Dottie noticed how salty it was. Already it was making her thirsty, thirsty for his spurting jizz.

Jack's tongue scraped insistently against her clit. Obviously he wasn't going to let up until he'd made her come right in his face.

"Ooooh," Dottie moaned around a mouthful of cock. "I'm getting off already, Daddy. Can you taste it yet?"

Jack sure could taste her juices. Once his daughter had climaxed he'd switched his tongue from her clit to her oozing cunt, spooning the female cum.

Then, gradually, his tongue snaked farther and farther up her pussy. The tip tickled inner nooks and crannies that made his daughter spasm all the way into her womb. Dottie couldn't have stopped coming if she'd wanted to.

Her suction, as usual, was expert. With Dottie, a blow-job always became a mouth fuck. Definitely sooner, Dottie hoped, as she deep throated her father's big prick.

"Ooooh, baby," Jack moaned between her thighs, "I'm getting that feeling. My cock's gonna blow!"

Dottie gave his hilted rod a hungry tug, then kept up the pressure. Her father's balls were hot rocks, burning her face as they strained toward eruption.

"Now!" Jack croaked.

His prick jumped, halfway down his daughter's throat while his balls rumbled. Breathlessly tense on top of the sixty-nine in one instant, in the next he was sprawled all over Dottie, squirming and thrusting. His cock was abruptly flooding his little girl's belly with spurt after spurt of scalding cream.

There was even more jizz than Dottie had expected but she was determined to drink it all. She wondered if her dad's prick would ever stop shooting. Finally, Dottie polished off the dregs of his cum, then slowly released his cock, hoping it would remain hard.

She wasn't disappointed. Despite all the cum it had just unloaded, her father's cock still jutted out like a teenager's cock. Even her cousin Steve hadn't kept it up this good for Dottie.

"Well, looks like we're not finished yet," she told Jack.

"What'd you have in mind, princess?" Jack answered as he slid around to face his naked daughter. His expression was playful, indicating that he had cast aside all reservations about incest.

"I think I'm ready for a different kind of fun now," Dottie tittered. "I like sixty-nines but I dig what it leads up to a lot more."

"Then it's time for me to fuck you, I guess," Jack said.

"I'll damned well rape you if you don't, Daddy!" Dottie teased.

"Mmmm, I might just take you up on that," Jack teased back. "Not many dads get raped by their own daughters."

Dottie couldn't resist calling his bluff. She sprang up and before her father could react, she'd pounced on him, pinning him under her as she sat astride his loins.

"How'd I doing so far?" she giggled, rubbing his cock and balls with her furry cunt.

Jack sighed. "Nothing I can do for now but relax and enjoy it."

"Smart idea," Dottie smirked.

Then she raised her crotch. Her father's prick lurched up beneath it, its throbbing head just shy of her cunt's dripping slit.

"Down we go!" Dottie declared.

Her hips plunged. Catching Jack's standing hard-on deep into her squishing pussy. She landed with a plop in the saddle of her father's loins, impaled on the horn of his prick. Then, wiggling her ass to twist his hilted cock meat, she drew a shuddering moan of pleasure from her willing victim.

"God, what fucking!" Jack breathlessly told her. "Already the best piece of ass I've ever had and I've hardly moved a muscle yet."

"Don't worry, Daddy, you're doing just dandy with the muscle that counts," Dottie chuckled, squeezing her cunt around the length of her father's prick.

She lifted her hips again until only her father's cockhead remained in her pussy. But then she bore down once more, abruptly refilling her cunt with all that dick.

"Oooooh," Jack whooshed when she landed. "Hope I can keep up with you."

"What choice do you have?" Dottie cheerfully called down.

Again her pussy scaled the heights of Jack's standing cock. Then, just as swiftly, she slurped back downward. From there Dottie repeated the process over and over with her rising and falling cunt, relentlessly fucking her father's captive prick.

Before long, Jack no longer was just passively getting fucked by his bouncing daughter. He began thrusting in reply. Soon his knees were lifted, his feet digging into the grass so he could push with his muscular legs. When Dottie's cunt plunged down on his cock, he surged back with such force that their crotches seemed to shoot off sparks.