"The family_s wild ways" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Harry)

CHAPTER TWO

"Vic, I'm worried about Mitzi," Gwen Morgan said to her husband about their daughter.

"Everybody with a teenage girl in the family worries about her," Vic Morgan casually replied.

"But this is serious," Gwen insisted. "If you don't believe me, I'll show you the evidence."

Vic shrugged as his wife went to get something. When she returned, Gwen had a sheet wadded in her hands.

"This is from Mitzi's bed," she explained. "Well, I didn't think she was sleeping on the floor," Vic joked.

"I told you this is serious!" snapped Gwen. "See for yourself!"

Now she held up the sheet in front of her husband. It was spotted with a number of stains.

"So this is what's such a big deal? That Mitzi's been snacking in bed."

"Something a lot more than that," Gwen said. "Maybe what you ought to do is smell for yourself."

She handed her husband the soiled sheet. To satisfy her, he took a whiff, then turned slightly pale.

"Familiar?" Gwen asked, pressing for his opinion.

"Now let's not jump to conclusions. Sure, I'll admit that's what it might be. But it could be something else, too. A lot of things must look and smell like that. We ought to give Mitzi the benefit of the doubt."

"We can't afford to look the other way about this," Gwen maintained. "I'd be only too happy to be wrong, but since there's no way to prove it one way or another, we have to assume the worst. It's too important not to."

"All right, suppose I agree with you," Vic said. "Just what do you suggest we do about this, accuse Mitzi to her face. Even if it's true, you know she'd deny it – especially if it's true. And so far, all we've got to go on is just a dirty sheet. That's not enough to prove anything."

"Okay, coming on too strong might be a mistake," Gwen admitted. "But that doesn't mean you can't draw her out enough to get some idea about what she's really up to. If she has a boyfriend, for instance. You could find out that much. Then you take it from there, and at least give her some fatherly advice about what happens to girls who aren't careful with boys. Is that asking so much from you?"

"Me?" Vic said.

"You know as well as I do that Mitzi's always opened up to you a lot more than she has to me," Gwen convincingly replied. "Daddy's daughter and all that."

"Yeah, guess you're right," Vic sighed. "You win, I'll have a little talk with her. Won't promise you anything spectacular, but I'll see what I can find out."

"When?"

"Maybe tonight if it looks promising."

"Good. Ned has a basketball game. So I'll make myself scarce. Find somewhere to go for a while," Gwen said. "That way you'll have Mitzi all to yourself for what needs to be said and done."

"Thanks a lot," Vic winced aloud, not looking forward to this at all.

She'd been walking down the hall when she'd noticed their bedroom door was closed. That was unusual for this time of day. And, when she overheard the murmur of their voices, she knew they were definitely in there.

"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.

"Arrgghh, can't hold it back anymore!" Vic soon groaned into the nest of Mitzi's cunt.

"Then shoot it, Daddy, shoot it!" Mitzi urged with a mouthful of prick.

Vic's hips jerked, his balls flexed in their taut sac, and his jizz gushed. Mitzi greedily drank it as fast as it spurted, while continuing to feed her dad some more of her own female cum from her cunt.

Father and daughter feasted on just about every orgasmic drop the other had to come. And when the completed sixty-nine had finally unraveled, it was less for Vic and Mitzi to get some air than to decide the form their incest would take next.

"Well, of course, you're gonna fuck me, Daddy," Mitzi matter-of-factly said. "But how, that's the thing. You have any special way you like to get a piece of ass, Daddy? I want to put out just right for you."

"Well…" Then Vic muttered. "No, I'll leave it up to you."

"No, Daddy, you have to decide," Mitzi insisted. "More than just decide. Make me. Make me do it exactly your way. Like I'm your slave or something."

"Aw, honey, I can't…"

"Make me, Daddy, make me! Don't just tell me, either. Make me!"

Vic stared at his daughter as she begged him to have his way with her. He didn't know he was going to do it until he reached out for her, but once he'd grabbed Mitzi he felt a macho surge that he couldn't ignore.

Then Mitzi spurred him the rest of the way over the line. "Like you're raping me, Daddy! Rape me! Use me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me your way!"

With a burst of strength, Vic Morgan flipped his daughter over onto her hands and knees, posing her like a bitch in heat. Then, from behind, he yanked apart her asscheeks and put his rigid cock between them to take point-blank cum on her rear-spread cunt.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes!" Mitzi cried with approval. "Dog-fuck me! Fuck me like a dog!"

Vic surged. His thrusting prick hilted his daughter's cunt to his balls. Then, guiding her movement with his grip on her asscheeks, he made her rock to and fro on all fours to treat his dog-fucking prick to the best friction possible.

"Mmmmm, what a fuck… what fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mitzi gasped in ecstasy. "I'm gonna come soooo much!"

She climaxed then. As soon as she had, more of the same was what she greedily craved. And the addition of some sweet pain would surely help her get it.

"My tits, Daddy, my tits!" she called over her shoulder. "Do something nasty to my tits!"

"Thought this was my show!" her father snapped back, thoroughly in a macho groove by this point.

"Then just do something more to me somewhere!" Mitzi pleaded.

"I know just the place," Vic said. "Perfect place to go along with my cock in your cunt. Right next door, in fact."

"Do it! Do it!"

Vic made his latest move, using a couple of stabbing fingers.

"Oh, Daddy, keep doing it!" Mitzi swooned. "It's even better than anything you could do to my tits! I love it there! The dirtiest place there is! Right where I shit!"

Her father was fingerfucking her ass. Through the thin wall separating it from her dog-fucked cunt, he could stroke his own pumping prick. And with this kind of dual stimulation, it wouldn't be long before Vic was ready to shoot his wad again.

"This is gonna be one helluva load," he told his daughter as the dam between his legs rapidly neared the bursting point. "I've never had to come this much."

"When, Daddy, when?" Mitzi anxiously asked.

"Now!"

Vic's cock abruptly delivered with scalding force. It was as if he were pissing jizz in his daughter's immediately overflowing cunt.

"Your cum is so hot, Daddy! My cunt is burning up from so much of your hot cum, Daddy!" Mitzi wildly expressed her joy. "God, do I love getting a fucked cuntful of your burning cum, Daddy!"

Then all too soon as far as Mitzi was concerned, her father had finished coming. She was afraid that this might be it for him, that she'd fucked his prick to exhaustion, while here she was hornier than ever. Perhaps, though, she was giving up on her daddy too easily. After all, she reminded herself, it wasn't over until it was over.

Testing to find out what if anything her father had left, she squeezed her pussy muscles around what remained of his hard-on. To her delight, there was still plenty to work with if she hurried and took advantage, of it.

"Daddy," she called over her shoulder, "how much do you love me?"

"More than anything, baby," Vic Morgan answered, no longer role-playing a rapist now that he'd shot his wad. "You know that."

"Love me enough to do whatever I ask for now?"

"Do my level best, honey."

"Then fuck me again."

"Well, I dunno about that," Vic wearily sighed. "Like the old saying goes, the spirit's willing, but the flesh is getting a little weak from all the coming I've already done."

"Don't worry, I know how to keep the bone in your cock," Mitzi vowed. "Trust me, Daddy. Just do what I say."

"Okay," Vic agreed. "But just don't expect too much."

"Start by taking your cock out, of my cunt."

"Thought you wanted more fucking?"

"Trust me, Daddy," Mitzi repeated.

Vic withdrew his dripping cock.

"Harder than you expected, huh, Daddy?" Mitzi lilted.

Vic nodded. "Now what?"

"Put it in me where I'm tightest, Daddy," Mitzi told him.

"You… mean?"

"That's right. Daddy, your big cock where I shit!" Mitzi declared. "If a fingerfuck felt so good there, just imagine how super a real fuck will be – for both of us."

"But, baby, I'm afraid I might hurt you. You're so small there."

"Daddy, I won't take no for an answer," Mitzi stated. "If you really love me as much as you say you do, you'll prove it by giving me what I want. Prove you love me by fucking me in the ass!"

Vic couldn't argue with his daughter's logic. And now, getting a closer look, he saw how irresistible her young asshole truly was. The blonde hair from her cunt grew into her ass crack to decorate the pink pucker, so it resembled a jewel surrounded by spun gold. As Vic admired this most intimate part of Mitzi's body, his aroused prick stiffened like steel.

"Hurry, Daddy, put it in me!" Mitzi urged. "Ram your big dick in my tight ass hard, deep and mean! Try and split me in two!"

She playfully farted to widen the narrow opening.

Vic Morgan's crotch automatically bucked. His rigid boner surged into the waiting target, burying itself without delay.

"Oooooh!" Mitzi moaned. "That's ripping me, Daddy! Now let's go for even more. Make me ride your cock, Daddy. Make me move by spanking my ass at the same time you fuck it."

"But I've never raised a hand to you that way," Vic pointed out. "Never spanked you before, even when you were a little girl."

"There's a first time for everything, Daddy. Spank me, spank me! Spank me while you butt fuck me!"

And, looking at his daughter's plump asscheeks, Vic couldn't help but see how clearly inviting they were. His fingers twitched. Then his arm rose as if on its own, looped in a wide arc, and his open hand smacked flush against Mitzi's bare ass while his prick shafted her shit pit.

Upon impact, Mitzi yelped and lurched forward on all fours, her tight asshole tugging at her father's prick. Then she rocked back, ready to do it again.

"More, Daddy, more!" she cried. "Keep spanking and butt-fucking me!"

Now it was Vic Morgan's left hand taking its turn. After it struck, Mitzi's asscheeks were both glowing red.

"More, Daddy, more!"

And her father delivered. Everytime he smacked Mitzi's ass, the blow sent her forward, causing her asshole to yank his prick. Then she'd tilt back into striking range, hilting Daddy's prick and prompting him to smack her again.

Through at least a dozen cock-thrusts and ass slaps, the pattern of sex and violence was repeated. Then Vic Morgan was out of breath and wavering, needing something to hold onto to keep his balance. Draping himself aver his kneeling daughter's back, he grabbed her dangling tits.

"Oh, baby, I've really had it this time," he hoarsely whispered in Mitzi's ear to explain his clutching desperation. "All I've got left to give you is… ahhhh… this!"

He whimpered as if in agony, while his cock exploded with a liquid bang of gushing ecstasy. Even hotter than it had been in her mouth and cunt, Vic's final load of jizz on this night of nights flooded the depths of his daughter's fucked ass.

"Mmmmmm, getting your cum up the butt is the best yet!" Mitzi orgasmically gusted, having climaxed at the same time as her father. "Nothing can top this. So I'll let you crash, Daddy. You deserve a rest after all this fucking and so do I."

Father and daughter wound up snuggling in each other's arms on the rumpled, cum splattered bed, as if they were in a world of their own where nothing mattered but themselves. However, it wasn't that simple. For when Vic and Mitzi lost track of reality's nuts and bolts, they were carelessly setting the stage far something a lot bigger than both of them…