down the ribbed-knit fabric on his back, across the frayed, faded denim stretched tight over his ass, and my fingers poked in at the legs. No shorts. I found his balls at once and began to tickle them, slipping my fingers upward to attack the root of his rapidly engorging dong. It filled up in my fingers' grip and suddenly he was big and stiff in his pants, cock straining at the denim in a fury to be out and in action!
I heard a zipping sound. David was on his knees between my legs, pulling don his pats. His cock was stiff too, and it thrust up like a spear.
Alan looked up from his tit-eating. 'NO!' he told his son. 'It isn't right. Not this time.'
David looked glum, but he nodded in agreement without pulling his pants up again, he fell on my cunt and began to eat it with renewed vigor. He spread the tight pink lips and forced his tongue inside, licking my vulva and my clit, poking his way up my pussy tube, through the network of snapping, convulsing muscles that leaked little floods of girl-jism.
On the other blanket I could see Daddy and the Banks women. They had him naked and stiff – God, was he stiff! I'd sucked a gusher of cum from his cock down by the Ohio River, but he was up again, just as hard and lusty as ever. Dierdre was lying on her belly, as lifted, the head of his cock in her sucking mouth. Connie was kissing Daddy on the mouth, alternating the stimulation by offering him her tit to suck. His fingers and tongue made passionate love to her perfect round boobs, and her nipples gleamed with his saliva.
'I think we're ready over here,' she said, leaning back while Daddy sucked one of her nipples with loud smacks.
'Are we ever!' Dierdre agreed, releasing his pecker. It was a red limb, thick and hard, the big knobby head glowing with stimulation and desire. Daddy breathed heavily, and he turned around, looking over at me.
'All right,' Alan said. David kept on gobbling my gash. 'David!' Alan said sharply, tapping his son on the back of the head. 'I thought your mother and I had instructed you about good manners. You're being very selfish and I don't like it.'
'I'm sorry, sir,' David apologized, sincere as hell.
Yes, I thought, they are a good family. They're moral people, as real morals go. They don't hurt one another and they don't hurt anyone else. If only Daddy and I can carry on that tradition, we'll be successful people, no matter if he goes broke tomorrow.
Connie and Dierdre each took one of Daddy's hands and led him across the strip of grass to the blanket where I lay waiting. My hands were folded beneath my stiff-nippled tits and my knees were up, parted, my body totally ready for him. Daddy sank to his knees between my legs, cock sticking out like the bow spirit of a great ship.
'Are you still sure, Barbie-doll?' he asked.
'Yes, Daddy. I'm perfectly sure. Oh, do it nowwwwww!' And I lifted my legs, lifted my heels right off the blanket, kicked them high in the air. My pussy was fully exposed to him now, only a couple of feet below his eyes.
He caught my legs as they wiggled about, and I felt a strange steadiness come into my breathing. Yes, it was the right thing to be doing. It would make us a lovely family again, and that was worth every risk. 'Fuck me,' I whispered. 'Fuck your little girl, Daddy. Fuck me!'
Daddy leaned forward, reaching unsteadily for his dick. I got my hand down there before he could take hold, and I angled the tip of him into my cunt, then pushed up to meet him.
He was big, and the tip of him battled with the tightness of my vaginal ring. I moaned in panic as we struggled, afraid that I wouldn't be able to take him inside after all the build-up. There was a moment of sharp pain – more intense, really, than the pain I'd felt when I punched my cherry with a dildo in seventh grade – and he thrust into me, his cock slamming home in my pussy.
Which he filled to a T. I was dripping wet from the uterus outward, and he had no trouble once he was in me. He sank up my snatch the way a knife cuts through a stick of half-melted margarine, and then he was on me, his balls resting on my ass, my bare-lipped pussy subjected to the ticklish caress of his wiry sandy-colored pubic hair. 'Oooohhhhh. Dadddddyyyyy!' I giggled, rocking under him.
'Barbie-doll,' he whispered, catching my chin. I turned toward him and his mouth came down upon mine. He kissed me like a father, and like a friend, and like a lover too, and I was happy to know that in my Daddy I'd found all three, just when I needed them the most, his tongue thrust into my mouth and I began to suck his tongue avidly. He knew I could suck I'd already proven that, beyond any doubt now he had to learn that I knew how to fuck, too. So I showed him.
Everything I'd learned at the Banks household, I gave Daddy in spades. I squeezed my pussy around his driving dick, and I massaged him with muscles I hadn't known I possessed. At fifteen, I was sure I had the makings of an all-time champion lay, and who better to help me fulfill that potential than my Daddy?
His cock swished in and out of my tight twat, and I had my legs up, way up, giving him total access to me. The backs of my thighs rested on his chest, and my heels dangled over his shoulders. That furry mat of hair on his chest was ticklish and totally sensational against my smooth clean flesh, and I wiggled about even more excitedly.
I heard a groaning sound and looked around Daddy's arm. Connie Banks was on her knees, sucking the hard-on I'd helped Alan raise up. She'd thrown off her T-shirt and jeans, and wore only panties, ice blue, across her tanned ass. Alan was naked, his head thrown back, eyes closed as he enjoyed her sweet mouth. Oh, I knew it was sweet! I'd kissed it, felt it sucking me, and I wanted to experience it again. Daddy should give her a try, too. And Dierdre. He'd love her.
Dierdre. Oh. There she was. Lying on her belly, with David riding her as if she were a horse and he the jockey. He was either fucking her ass or else stretching his dick painfully to judge from the angles. Dierdre's eyes were bulging out of her pretty face and she kept crying, 'Aaaahhhhh – Jeeeesusssss. Dont you dare stop, you motherfucker!'
'Dierdre!' Connie said, unmouthing Alan's prick. 'You watch your language!'
'Ooohhhhhh,' Dierdre mooned. 'Well, he is a mother fucker, isn't he, Mother?' She giggled then, but the giggle turned into a high-pitched wailing cry of joy and pain. I'd have to give it a try sometime, this thing known as cornholing. But with Daddy. Big dick and all. It was the only cherry I had to offer him, and offer it I would.
And while the Bankses engaged one with the other, parent sexing parent, child screwing child, Daddy and I fought our way to orgasm. He was breathing harder, his eyes getting glassy, and I guess I was doing the same. His cock stoked a fire in my pussy, poured on the fuel, and I lay beneath him panting and piping, while my teeth chattered uncontrollably in my mouth.
'Harder, Daddy,' I whispered, 'fuck me harder, faster, oh, I can take it! Don't worry about me! But make me come. Really make me come, okay?'
'I'll try, baby,' he promised hoarsely. 'I'll try.'
'Don't ever stop frying, Daddy,' I murmured. 'We've found each other, and it's goad, but it can be so much better if both of us only try a little. Aaaaaagggghhhh! Oh, I almost made it. Could you feel me bursting around you, Daddy? Could you feel me? I nearly came. Mmmmmmm, stroke me harder, deeper. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me! Now, Daddy, do it nowwwwwwww!'
And I swarmed up around him, my pussy a ball of live fire encircling his prick, and there was a muscular twitch up and down the length of his dong and it began to pump hot, viscous jizz into my body. I hugged him and I kissed him, and I milked him with my convulsing pussy, and we came together, me and Daddy. It was good, oh, God, so good, and I knew it could only get better for the two of us, now that we'd finally gotten to know one another, where it mattered.
My come lasted a long, long time. I must have had three or four separate explosions of ecstasy in my cunt as Daddy fucked me and shot me full of his hot cum, and I lost count of how many times I felt his pecker buck and raw within me. It was plenty, I can assure you, and when he'd gone soft and slid out of my hole, I was totally full of our mingled jism. It leaked from me in a big puddle, staining the blanket we were lying on, but I didn't think the Bankses would care. There were plenty of other jism stains on the blanket, and I suspected that each of them was a sweet story in its own right.
Daddy lay beside me, both of us sighing in the aftermath of delicious sex. His arm was around me, hand cupping one of my tits, and I felt safe and warm and secure and loved. It was such a new feeling I didn't think I could ever get enough of it.
'Are you sorry?' I asked him softly.
