Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

"Fucking's like anything else in this life, you've got to keep it interesting," Millie's grandfather said.

"No," Millie disagreed. "Not like anything else. More like just plain everything to a girl like me. I'd give up eating, breathing, even living without it. Damn, I'd just go ahead and kill myself if I couldn't fuck anymore!"

She paused, rippling her pussy muscles around her grandfather's hilted prick.

"But don't let what I just said stop you, Gramps," she then cooed. "You just go right ahead trying to keep it extra-special interesting for me anyway. Next to fucking, I love surprises best."

Her grandfather grinned from ear to ear. Obviously this was what he liked best about fucking young girls-they were always ready for whatever a dirty, old man had to give them. He now probed Millie's ass with a couple of fingers while his cock jammed her cunt.

"Fantastic!" she squealed.

Then her grandfather doubled the volume of her squeal by doubling the number of his fingers up her ass. Climaxing immediately, Millie girlishly shit all over his hand.

"I love shitting and coming at the same time," she cried. "Makes me feel so fucking dirty! Am I dirty enough for you, Gramps? Dirtier than those cheerleaders you've been fucking?"

"Filthy!" her grandfather crowed, praising her raw sensuality.

"Oh, God, I love hearing that!" Millie rasped, caressing her own tits.

"Pinch them. Pinch your nipples, princess. Hurt yourself!" her grandfather grunted.

"Only if you hurt me, too, Gramps!" Millie eagerly requested.

It was a bargain which was immediately carried out by both sides. While Millie wrenched her nipples around double, her grandfather added his thumb to the rest of his fingers up her stretched asshole. Then, clustering his knuckles within the slimy chute, he had begun to fist-fuck her where she shit while his cock remained buried in her pussy.

"Mmmm, it hurts just right," Millie whimpered in ecstasy. "Let's really pour it on, Gramps!"

Her grandfather began alternating surges in her fist-fucked ass with cock-thrusts in her pussy. Millie gave her nipples a brutal workout at the same time, making her tits ache with thrilling pleasure. She climaxed repeatedly, ravaged for several minutes straight.

And then it was time for the perfect ending to the perfect fuck. Millie could feel it getting ready to happen in her pussy. Even with all the other stimulation, she focused entirely now on the telltale signals provided by her grandfather's flexing prick.

"Are you ready, Gramps?" she asked with breathless anticipation.

"Right away," he told her with equal breathlessness.

"Then let's stop everything else," Millie requested. "I just wanna groove on that one thing now. The best for last."

She let go of her mauled tits and her grandfather's fist popped out of her collapsing asshole. Only his prick remained in place, hilted to the depths of her squeezing cunt.

"Do it, Gramps, do it!" she cried.

Her grandfather's crotch lurched between her thighs, somehow driving his cock even deeper in her pussy. Then he groaned with release and shot the hottest, the creamiest and the most jizz that it had ever been Millie's pleasure to take from a spurting cock in her much-fucked cunt.

"I know from experience all about how young pussy can go for old cock," Millie's grandfather drawled after the fucking. "But those little chickies from the high school up the street and my own granddaughter are a lot different type of deal, if you know what I mean."

Millie understood. "In other words, Gramps, you want to know how I got it into my head to invite you into my pants, right?"

He nodded, adding, "And don't bullshit me either, young lady. I want the truth. You're not just here for some cock, I know you can get all of that you need without fucking your old granddad."

"Shit, Gramps, I should've known I couldn't fool you," Millie sighed. "Way it turned out, I don't need any reason to come on to you, 'cause, mmmm, you're not getting older, just better. A helluva stud. But, yeah, I was trying to prove something when I showed up here today."

"Then what's it all about? The truth now."

Millie took a deep breath. "Mom. It's because of mom that I was set on fucking you, Gramps."

At the mention of his daughter the old man rolled his eyes. "Your mother has always been a handful. Since she was a girl. Used to drive her poor brother Matt crazy the way she shook her ass at him and flashed her panties. Hell, got to me, too."

"D-did you ever do anything about it, Gramps?" Millie stammered.

Her grandfather chuckled as he dipped into his storehouse of bygone memories. "When your mama was just about your age," he confessed, "I used to steal those panties she was always showing off. Girls wore those white, cotton ones in those days and ahhh, your mom's pussy could really leave a pair of those smelling like a rose."

"They still do," Millie answered. "Just ask Gary. He was stealing both mom's and my panties. In fact, that's how it all started."

From there, Millie went step by step through the story of how the family had become involved in incest. When she was finished, her grandfather sighed.

"So your mother finally did it, did she? She was always a helluva little flirt at home when she was growing up and after she married your dad, I always wondered if she teased his prick as much as she'd teased mine and Matt's. How about your pop, anyway? Where's he in all this? Looking the other way, or…"

"Dad fucked me," Millie matter-of-factly stated. "Mom set it up behind my back. Then she had daddy pull the plug on me, just cut me off cold. I overheard them talking about it afterwards and she said they'd done it to make me suffer. Before that I thought she and I were a team and when I found out how she's been scheming with dad, all I could think about was getting even somehow."

"You mean like turning your hot, young pussy loose on your mama's poor, old poppa," Millie's grandfather chuckled. "Maybe put the old boy flat on his keyster to give your mama something to worry about for a while."

"It wasn't very nice of me, I guess," Millie sheepishly muttered.

Her grandfather laughed out loud. "Aw, shit, girl, worst I could've done was drop dead while I was fucking you. And you can be damned straight that I'd have died happy."

"Then you're not mad at me for trying to use you, Gramps?"

"Don't hear me complaining, do you, little girl? At my age I'll take my pussy any way I can get it," her grandfather cheerfully assured Millie. "But listen. If you're still interested in getting back at your mom I've got an idea that would really get her spurs all tangled up."

Millie, of course, was intrigued.

"Oh, my God, it's perfect!" she squealed with delight after she'd heard what was on his mind. "Mom'll just be blown away!"

"Just don't sell your mother short, sweetheart. Oh, sure, it'll be fun making her squirm at first and you'll get your revenge, all right. But before it's over, she'll come through it just fine and that's why I'm really doing this. Now that this family's finally starting to amount to something, I'm not gonna let it pass me by."

"Pop?" Betsy Underwood called through the door into the dark cottage, having driven right out after receiving her father's strange phone call. "You in here?"

There was no answer. But Betsy could hear raspy breathing from across the murky room. With deep concern she turned on the light, expecting the worst.

She had anticipated he'd be sprawled on the couch, half dead from a stroke or a heart attack. He'd sounded awful over the phone. But there he was, sitting up, his spine ramrod stiff as he stared straight ahead. His eyes were not only clear, but almost hypnotically so, like two deep blue pools.