Ron Taylor: Two hot families

Alan's hands came to rest on my breasts. I looked down and David was kneeling beside me, running his fingers up and down my smooth, inner thighs. If Daddy was being worked on by the mother and daughter, I had the father and son as my own private love slaves. I sank onto the blanket with them.

"It's all right, Barbie," Alan said. It didn't sound the same when he called me Barbie. "Your father knows all about us, and he won't mind if we rekindle old memories a little." And he thrust his face in and kissed me warmly. It wasn't exactly a lover's kiss – more like a friendly uncle's – and that was the way it should have been. I hoped we'd always be close, the Banks family and the Gifford family, but we had our own to consider first of all, and Daddy was going to be my own.

David worked his way in between my legs and started licking the insides of my thighs. I felt my guts turning to jelly. He put his hand on my cunt while he licked, and I know that he was puddling in the warm juices that pulsated from my crack. His finger made slight penetration, just enough to let me know he was there, thinking about me and my lusts.

Alan's mouth moved down from my lips, onto the conical points of my titties. He sucked hard, pulling the whole end of my breast into his mouth. His tongue battled wickedly with my erected nipple point and his saliva flowed across my boobs. I clasped his head and pulled him to my bosom like a mother nursing her baby.

David's tongue had reached my pussy by now, and he'd taken his finger out of me. His tongue was a sweet replacement. "Oh, yes," I purred, still holding Alan's head. "Put it in! Put your tongue inside me! Oooohhhh, my clit, David, lick it, feel how hot and stiff it is? Oooooohhhhhh, I think I'm coming already – can you taste it down there? Can you taste Barbie's cum? Isn't it sweet? Oooohhhh, lap it up! Drink me! Fuck me with your tongue!!"

Alan switched to the other breast. He was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a T-shirt, and my hand slid 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!"