Well, it hadn't been just a dream, Millie knew. She was too sore all over for that. And her father's jizz still oozed from her fucked ass and pussy. Yet, somehow it was all so disconnected.
After she'd soaked in the tub and put on fresh clothes, Millie went outside in an attempt to get her bearings. Her father was putting the finishing touches on the yard he'd mowed and she wasn't sure how to confront him.
"Hi, hon," he called with a big grin, kneeling up from a flower bed to cheerfully wave. "Where've you been all day? Taking a nap?"
"Yeah, uh, sure, Daddy," Millie muttered, stunned.
For a while she just stood there, waiting for him to at least give her a knowing look. But he was more interested in the weeds around the roses, and he gradually ignored her completely as he bent back down to pull them.
Finally Millie wandered away and her father didn't even seem to notice she was gone. However, halfway across the yard, she stopped short and seriously considered going back to force the issue. Instead, though, she remained put because her mother and brother had swung around the corner in the family station wagon.
Millie lingered at a distance, feeling like the ghost of a dead relative at a family reunion. She watched and listened without receiving the slightest bit of notice from her mother, brother or father.
"Yeah, I spent the whole day in the yard," her dad said. "Haven't taken a break since you left. How's old Gramps?"
Gramps was feeling better. Betsy and Gary were really glad they'd gone because he needed the company. He'd picked right up once they were there.
"Lies… lies," Millie muttered, and wandered away for good.
Back in the house, she stayed just long enough to leave a note that said she'd be at the library doing some homework and wouldn't be back for dinner. Then she walked the streets for hours, trying to figure out what it all meant.
There were so many questions to be answered. Had her mother set up the meeting between her father and herself? Was Gary in on it, too? And why had her dad refused to give her even the slightest sign of recognition after they'd fucked?
Until today everything had seemed to be going so well. But now, after the bizarre episode with her father, Millie was hopelessly confused. And, although she had fled from there in an attempt to get her head back on straight, Millie now realized that there was only one place that held the answers to her questions. She turned around to return there now, home.
It was later than she had previously thought when she got back to the house and nobody was up. But then she heard muffled voices from down the hall. Curious, she stole to her parents' bedroom and put her ear to the door.
"That business with the panties worked like a charm," Bud Underwood told his wife. "Couldn't believe how damned hot it got her. Where'd she ever pick up on that?"
"You can thank Gary," Betsy Underwood replied. "That's how it all started with Millie and the rest of us. She was just fucking her boyfriends until she caught her little brother stealing her panties. Then she turned me on to it, too. After that-well, I've already told you who'd been fucking who lately in this crazy family. The panties were the key."
"Then you really don't think Millie would have let me fuck her if I hadn't let her catch me with them?"
"Let's just say they were an insurance policy," Betsy Underwood chuckled. "If I couldn't convince the little girl she ought to fuck daddy on her own, I had to think of something that'd push her over the line."
"Well, I fucked the shit out of her before I was through," Bud Underwood sighed. "And then I left her without a word and went right back to cutting the grass. It was tough, though, not letting her know what a terrific piece of ass she is. God, can that girl fuck. Poor, little thing, she looked completely lost when I saw her afterward and wouldn't hardly give her the time of day. Wished you hadn't made me do that."
"You just let me do the thinking, Bud," Betsy cautioned. "I know what's best for Millie and all of us. If my plan is going to work, she has to suffer. You'll see. Trust me. And in the meantime…"
"Damn, you horny old bitch," Bud laughed, with a horny surge of his own in his response.
"Not so old that my brother Matt could tell any difference between my cunt and Millie's," Betsy lilted. "Got the pussy of a teenager."
"How about your ass?" Bud teased.
"It's right here for the testing, stud."
"Mmmm, sure is."
"Then what're you waiting for?"
"Absolutely nothing, babe."
And from the other side of the door, Millie heard her thrusting father grunt and her mother squeal on the receiving end. This was the final straw. After having been assured by her mom that her parents' sex life was zero, they were butt-fucking like a couple of horny kids. Feeling totally betrayed, Millie left them moaning and groaning.
"So mom has a plan to make me suffer," Millie said, reviewing the strategy she'd decided on. "-Don't get mad, get even."
If there was one person Millie was sure that her mother wanted to keep clear of the family's incestuous goings-on, it was him, her instrument for revenge. He was a sweet old guy, really, and she loved him dearly, but that wouldn't stop her from using him for her own purpose.
"Anyway," Millie reasoned as she approached the cottage where her "victim" lived, "at his age I'll be doing him a favor. He probably hasn't had a piece of ass in years." She devilishly laughed. "Especially a piece as young as me."
Then she knocked. He answered the door in a flannel shirt and jeans, an outfit which made him seem a lot younger. And he sure did have a full head of hair, didn't he? It was mostly gray, but he wore it long enough to make him seem more with-it than old. Didn't seem to be an ounce of flab on his lean six-foot frame either. Fact was, whatever his age, he was a damned attractive guy.
"G-Gramps," she nervously greeted him. "Got some time for your best girl?"
"Well, I was heading out fishing, but, uhhh… can do that any time. C'mon in."
As he spoke, the old man noticed the way his granddaughter was dressed, short shorts and tank top with no bra. Her nipples made hard little lumps through the clinging fabric. Then, when she passed by him on her way inside, the lower part of her plump asscheeks wobbled in plain sight.
Millie could feel his eyes on her. And not wanting to waste any time or a golden opportunity, she turned around to call him on his staring as soon as he'd closed the door.
"See something interesting, Gramps?" she challenged his wide-eyed interest in her sexy, young body.
He surprised her, not only holding his ground but leaving his eyes right on her. "You're showing a lot more than you've got covered, little girl."
Millie liked his style. It made it easier for her to get sassier sooner.
"I'm not the only one in this room showing something, Gramps," she teased, staring at the telltale bulge in his jeans.
"What're you going to tell me now?" Millie's grandfather chuckled. "If I show you mine, you'll show me yours?"
"Something like that," Millie purred. "Who goes first?"
"You do," her grandfather said. "I'll see to that."
He was quick as a cat. Before Millie could react he sprang across the distance between them, grabbing a handful of her shorts. When he yanked they did more than simply unfasten, ripping apart at the seams so they were suddenly a rag in his powerful grip.
"Now it's your turn to return the favor," he told Millie, his eyes glued on her exposed cunt.
"Just one thing, Gramps," Millie panted. "If you're hung nearly as much as I think you are, I'm gonna wanna suck your big, hard prick right away."
"Not any more than I'm gonna suck your sweet, young pussy, little girl."
"Mmmm, you've got yourself a deal!" Millie hungrily sighed, dropping to her knees.
She snapped open and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down. Her grandfather's rigid cock twanged in her face, jutting up at a sharp angle that would have done justice to the horniest teenaged stud. Its size wouldn't have been out of place on a stallion.
"Wow!" she gasped.
Her grandfather wasn't the type to wait around for something to happen. Taking charge, he guided his huge prick into Millie's mouth. It was as salty as sea-water, immediately arousing her thirst for the cum that would pour down her throat at the end of this blow-job.
Millie swiftly turned on the suction. She slurped the big cock farther and farther down its long, thick prickshaft until she'd deep-throated the whole massive cock.
"When I was your age," her grandfather said, "most girls had never even heard of cock-sucking. Different now days, though, for damned sure. Found that out when I moved here. There's a high school right up the street, y'know. Girls like you walk by every day. Then they start dropping in, just like you. Turned out if a fella's got a big cock they don't care how old he is."
Now he started easing down to Millie's level.
"But, like you kids say, you know what really blows their minds?" he continued. "My tongue in their hot, little pussies. Didn't even have to pay them anymore when they found out about that."
Now, on the floor with her, he got on top of Millie, forcing her to yield beneath him. Then, once her head and ass were anchored on the floor, he swiveled around so his cock twisted deep in her throat as the rest of him turned in a half-circle.
It was, of course, the necessary maneuver for a classic sixty-nine. And now, Millie felt her grandfather's hot breath caressing her eagerly awaiting pussy as his mouth closed in between her spread thighs.
"But," her grandfather said just before he started eating out her anxious cunt, "just sucking high school pussy from up the street is one thing. Sure, there've been short ones, tall ones, chubby ones, skinny ones, redheads, brunettes and real blondes. Even a few cheerleaders. Damn, though, none of 'em have been my own granddaughter!"
That said, the lips of his mouth made kissing contact with Millie's pussylips. His tongue was at the center of it, surging into her pussy gash. When he'd bragged it was long, he hadn't been exaggerating. It was the longest, liveliest tongue Millie had ever taken up her cunt and it made her climax just like that.
Gramps was definitely addicted to teenaged pussyjuice. Before every swallow he rolled the female honey around in his mouth, letting it seep into his taste buds. Then, when he'd gulp down the load before sucking up another, his big cock would flex and surge at the other end of the action in Millie's throat.
And she was using her own mouth like a cunt now, dying to drink her grandfather's cum the way he was already feasting on hers. Maybe if she squeezed his balls to go along with the blowjob. Oh, yes, his balls were so fat and round. Smooth, too, almost hairless like a young boy's.
How they churned!
Jizz, jizz, jizz, Millie deliriously thought, she just had to have his jizz now. And she knew exactly how to pull the trigger. The middle finger of her free hand shot up his asshole and on cue, gramp's cock erupted down her throat.
But just because he was shooting his wad didn't mean that Millie's grandfather slacked off on the pussy-eating half of the sixty-nine. Indeed, as he came himself, his busy tongue prompted further orgasmic activity from his granddaughter.
"Oooh, you eat my pussy so good! Can't stop coming," Millie moaned, her grandfather's dribbling prick slipping from her mouth so his jizz drooled down her chin.
Even though his wad had now been shot, her grandfather didn't let up on her pussy. What's more, despite his age and all the cum he'd just unloaded, he still had a hard-on. Millie couldn't see letting such a glorious hard-on go to waste so she clutched it between her hot, young tits and began tit-fucking Gramps while he kept lurching on her pussy.
They continued this way for several rubbing and slurping minutes. Millie climaxed repeatedly. And then, after the steady friction of constant tit-fucking, her grandfather's rigid prick seemed ready to spurt once more. Millie couldn't believe his stamina.
"Oh, yes!" she excitedly urged as his cock-head reddened and the shaft flexed, signaling that another creamy eruption was only an instant away. "Come, Gramps, come for me again!"
His big cock promptly squirted and this time Millie took his jizz all over her tits. She had smeared it all over them by the time her grand-father's balls were drained. God, Millie thought, did she feel beautiful with her fucked titties slimy with cum. So, wanting to show herself off, she squirmed out from beneath the action to finally break up the sixty-nine.
"What do you think, Gramps?" she anxiously asked, bobbing up on her knees to put herself on display. "Any of your cheerleaders ever skinny-dip in your jizz so it's dripping off their titties like this?"
"Let me put it this way," her grandfather slyly answered. "You'll do."
It was a classic understatement, made so by the most significant part of his response. His cock was jutting out stiffer than ever.
"Mmmm, Gramps, your prick's some kinda miracle," Millie sighed with awe at his potency. "Are you ready to start fucking my cunt with it now?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, for one thing, I think that couch over there looks awfully comfy," Millie purred.
She went over there, sinking her ass into the soft cushions and stretching out. One of her legs dangled down to the floor, while the other wound up hooked over the backrest. Her pussy as wide open as it could get.
"Yes," she murmured, "very comfy. Like floating on a cloud."
"Better watch out, little girl," her grandfather teased. "Might take off like a rocket on you."
"I like flying better than floating anyway," Millie teased back. "Put me in orbit, Gramps."
"Hold on for the ride then, sweetheart. We're taking off!"
Millie's grandfather was standing over her now. She fingered her pussylips, offering his throbbing hard-on the pink target of her yawning cunt gash. He eased down with his hips between her widely stretched thighs.
"Ram me, Gramps, rip me!" Millie urged.
But her grandfather did things at his own pace. First he brushed Millie's stiff clit with just the blunt tip of his prick. This made her shiver from head to toe and a fresh supply of extra juice leaked from her spasming cunt into the hairy crack of her ass.
"Ahhh," she moaned, "I changed my mind. This feels so good. If you wanna take it slow, Gramps, it's all right with me."
And that's when the old man shifted gears, abruptly goring his granddaughter's teenaged cunt with his huge cock like he was a young bull. Just like that, he was fucking Millie to his balls.
"Wow!" she swooned, breathless from the surprise cock-thrust. "You like to keep a girl guessing, don't you, Gramps?"
"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.