Harry Stevens: Wild Naked Family

"You're talking about Millie, aren't you?" Betsy gulped. "About her and her dad."

"Yep, she told me her side of the story so why don't you tell me yours, and maybe we car, sort all this out. You've always been sort of a bitch, Betsy, just like that husband of yours has always been sort of an asshole. But not bad enough for you to put Bud up to fucking the business out of his own little girl without having some decent reason for leaving her out on the limb afterward like you did."

Betsy sheepishly hung her head. "God, now I really do feel like a fool. Poor Millie. I didn't know she'd take it that hard when I got Bud to fuck her. Thought it was really all for her own good and it was all supposed to turn out swell in the end."

"I'm listening."

"Next week's Millie's birthday," Betsy said, seeking her father's understanding. "Bud and I thought that if we put her a little on edge, it'd make the party we've got planned for her a wonderful surprise."

"Any special kinds of doings at this party of yours?"

Betsy took a deep breath then blurted, "An orgy, Daddy. A family orgy! Everybody sucking and fucking together, with Millie the guest of honor."

"A family orgy, huh? Everybody sucking and fucking? Funny, but I don't rightly recall getting my invite."

"Oh, Daddy, how could I know you were such a stud?" Betsy defended herself.

"You know it now."

"If you're not there sucking and fucking with the rest of us at Millie's surprise party, I'll absolutely never forgive you!" Betsy declared. "But, don't you see? You've got to help us keep Millie from finding out about the party if we're going to bring it off. You can't tell her or it'll ruin everything."

"And if I tell you that it's no dice?" the old man asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Then, just as sure as the two of us are in this room," Betsy saucily replied, "you won't get to fuck me now."

The old man broke into a grin, chuckling, "Mmmm, tell me more. Show me, too."

Betsy immediately started stripping. Quickly she was down to her bra and panties. Then, unhooking the former, she let her tits fall loose. The aroused nipples resembled ripe strawberries.

"Now for these," Betsy then purred, running her fingertips over her glossy panties. "I know you used to steal them when I was growing up, just like Matt did. I used to finger-fuck my little pussy right through them so they'd be nice and stinky for whichever one of you got to them first. Even pee in them sometimes when I played with myself too hard."

"I knew you were hot," the old man sighed. "I should've had the balls to fuck you then. If only it hadn't been for your damned mother, I would've too."

"I'll make it worth the wait, Daddy," Betsy, promised. "All you have to do is give me your word about Millie."

There was instant agreement, so Betsy went to the couch. Reclining there, she slipped the panties down her sleek thighs and long, slender legs. Next she tossed them toward her father. He caught them, sniffed them first, then rubbed his cock and balls with them.

"Drop the panties now, Daddy," Betsy, abruptly told him. "They're only a substitute for what you couldn't have as long as mom was alive. But at last it's time for the real thing."

That said, Betsy hooked one leg over the backrest of the couch. The other one dangled onto the floor, spreading her hairy cunt wide open. It was, by coincidence, exactly the same pose Millie had struck when she'd been here just the day before.

"Guess I've waited my whole life to fuck this pussy," the old man panted.

But he looked anything but his age. His wrinkles seemed to fade, his muscles flexed. Most of all, though, his cock advertised that he'd tapped the fountain of youth.

"Oh, even Gary doesn't get a hard-on like that for me," Betsy said. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my cunt with that beautiful, big… young… cock!"

Widening her target even more invitingly, she fingered her pussylips so they stretched to where her spread thighs joined her crotch. Pussyjuice trickled from the glistening center of her yawning pussy into the split of her ass.

Betsy's father was temporarily speechless with desire. Holding onto his jutting prick, he seemed to let himself be pulled forward by the sheer momentum of the straining prick. And then he eased down on top of his daughter, rubbing his cockhead against her stiff clit before taking the plunge.

"Yes, Daddy, put it in now. Fill my cunt up to your balls with every inch of your cockmeat."

Betsy's father did just that. Then she wrapped her legs around him and moved beneath him with her hips and ass. From there it was poetry in motion, fucking as a masterpiece.

"It's never been any better than this for me, Daddy," Betsy declared, coming nonstop now, "and it never will. No matter how old she is, no girl is really a woman until she's been fucked by her own father."

"And no man ever gets so old that his cock can't get hard for his little girl's pussy."

"Would you rather fuck me than Millie?" Betsy asked, fishing for all the praise she could get.

"Let me put it this way. Millie's just you all over again, sweetheart," her father answered. "She wouldn't be here if she hadn't come out of your cunt so that makes you responsible for the two best pieces of ass there ever were."

"But what if you had to choose between us?"

"I don't," the old man laughed. "You forgetting that surprise birthday party?"

Then he put Betsy's anxiety to rest by unleashing the storehouse of cum that had built up in his balls. The instant she felt that same scalding jizz in her cunt which had originally given her life, all Betsy cared about was being her father's daughter.

Millie had trouble believing how it had sneaked up on her. But now that it was here, what she really couldn't understand was how her family could be so cruel. Not one of them had even mentioned her birthday!

"Not even Gramps," she sighed with disappointment. "Wonder if he's sold out on me, too, the way everybody else has."

Millie hadn't heard from her grandfather since he'd fucked her. Meanwhile, she walked on eggs whenever she was around her double-crossing parents. And her brother Gary was no help, avoiding her whenever possible, obviously in cahoots with their folks.

"What's happened to this family?" Millie sighed, alone on the evening of her birthday. "It was all going so great. Plenty of sucking and fucking. And then…"

Feeling totally deserted, she started to cry. But then, after looking at her tear-stained face in the mirror, she pulled herself together.

"To hell with feeling sorry for myself," she said aloud. "I know what I need to get myself straight. If nobody else is gonna pay attention to my birthday, I'll just have to give myself a present."

She paused to grin now after being so upset just a moment before, thinking about what she'd treat herself to.

"A good, hard fuck!" she declared, then left in search of it.

At first Millie had thought she'd just pick up some stray dude on the street and get off on some strange cock. But then she had an inspiration when she happened to pass by one of those sleazy adult book stores. She'd never been in one before. And one glance inside and she knew exactly who'd fuck her on her birthday. Who else but her best friend, the only person she could trust-her very own self!

"Wow," she whistled under her breath as she looked at the display case, "the answer to my prayers. I've got to have one."

"Yes, we have a nice selection, don't we?" someone said.

Because of the lilting voice, Millie expected a fag. But when she looked up, she saw it belonged to an attractive young woman.

"I have one of these," the female clerk volunteered, pointing to a two-headed vinyl prick that was at least a foot long. "My girlfriend and I fuck each other with it all the time. I really recommend it. It's the best dildo we sell here."